Chapter 3

His phone was ringing and he answered, “Hello, My Sweet Lady. How is my soon to be wife today?”

I said, “Nauseous but I’ll live. Is dinner still on for tonight, Honey?”

“Yep, you want me to pick you up?”

I said, “No, Rob, I’ll pick you up. We have something very important to discuss. It affects us and the rest of our lives.”

He said, “Ok, Sweetheart. I’ll, be waiting.”

I was going all in. I showed up at Rob’s apartment in the Bentley. It’s a beautiful car. It’s white with white leather upholstery and all the bells and whistles.

I saw Rob standing outside waiting on me but didn’t recognize me in this car. I parked and walked up behind him, kissing him on the neck. He turned around and gave me the kiss I wanted and was expecting. Our tongues met. Our eyes said I love you without words.

I broke our kiss and said, “My Love, your carriage awaits.”

He said, “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”

I said, “Not today” as I tossed him the keys and opened the door. He got in and looked around trying to figure out how to start it. I pressed the button and the big engine came to life.

He said, “Honey, Is there something you need to tell me? Are the cops looking for this car and us? Jenna, I know about cars and this is a $400,000 car and I know it ain’t mine.”

I began laughing. I love that about him. He makes me laugh.

I said, “No worries, Honey. If you see the police, we’ll run for the border. They’ll never take us alive.”

He said, “Uh. Baby. I’m not Clyde and you’re not Bonnie. I like breathing. My boss would be mad if I didn’t show up for work tomorrow because I’m ... DEAD!”

I smiled and said, “It’s ok, Honey. It’s mine or I guess should say the company’s car. It’s assigned to me.”

He asked, “Jenna, is this what we need to talk about?”

I said, “Oh yeah and much, much more.”

As he drove us to the restaurant, I began telling him the story of who I am and how we got here. We stopped at a long red light. I reached over to him, took his face in my hands and kissed him long and deep.

I said, “Rob, My Love, whatever happens tonight, my love for you is real. This baby you put in me is real and I want you to put more babies in me.”

“Now, the rest of the story. Rob, my married name is Jenna Bishop as you know from my previous failed marriage. My actual name is Jenna Ann Marcos. I didn’t exactly lie but it wasn’t the whole truth either. I am in marketing but I’m the CEO of Marcos International Marketing. My dad is Jeff Marcos and my mom is Barbara Marcos. I have a little sister, Janice who is thirty-two.”

We pulled into the restaurant parking lot and he stopped. He just stared at me in awe.

I continued, “Rob, my team and I make a lot of money for the company worldwide. In order to be totally forthcoming with you, my salary with bonuses is in the high double digit millions. I’ll be glad to show you my tax returns if you want. My high income is not because I work for my dad. It’s because I’m very good at my job and I’m worth every penny the Board pays me. Since we’ve been together, I know there were times you couldn’t reach me. That’s because I occasionally travel to other countries where we have offices.”

He said, “Stop, Jenna. Just stop a minute, please. Let me absorb and understand what I’m hearing. Why? Why did you not tell me before now? I’m so far out of your league on so many levels.”

“I know, Sweetheart. I haven’t been fair. Our original meeting was just me out with a couple of my coworkers. When you asked me to dance and I looked into your eyes, it was like a bolt of electricity went through me. I knew I wanted to know more about you. I led you to believe I was just one of the employees and saw no reason to say different at the time. I didn’t know I was going to find the love of my life in that bar, let alone the fact I’m seventeen years older than him. I was graduating high school when you were born, for God’s sake.”

He looked at the ring on my finger.

He said, “I’m so embarrassed. That ring is a token of my love and my intention to marry you. I know now you could buy the Hope Diamond if you wanted. That ring is nothing.

I said, “No Baby. You are so wrong. I’ll proudly wear this ring until the day I die. You’re right. It’s a symbol of OUR love. I know you’ve already purchased the matching wedding ring on credit. I couldn’t be more proud of you. You are a man’s man at nineteen. I love you, Rob Cohen. Nothing I’ve said changes that. I’m carrying your baby and I couldn’t be prouder of the fact that this is your baby in me. Honey, I’m not feeling too good. You think we could skip dinner? I want to show you my place if you would like to see it. I really don’t want to throw up in the Bentley.”

Rob was quiet all the way to my condo. I knew I had just turned his life upside down. I’m not sure where he is or how he’s processing all this right now. When we pulled in beside my Porsche he saw it.

He said, “JENNA.”

I said, “huh?”

He said, “ I guess the Porsche is yours too since the license plate says “JENNA.”

“Oh, that. Yeah. That’s mine too.”

He nodded but didn’t say anything.

We walked into my condo. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that it’s quite luxurious. It has all the latest Smart hardware and software, a hot tub, three bedrooms and an 82 inch TV on the wall.

He said, “Wow, Jenna. So this is how the other half lives. Very nice.”

I said, “Rob, I’m not here enough to to enjoy what my condo offers. I’m working and/or traveling so it doesn’t get used much. Just a place to lay my head and think occasionally.”

I still wasn’t getting a reading on his feelings. I felt something was amiss. He didn’t touch anything almost like he was afraid he might soil it. Just about that time, reality hit as I ran to the bathroom and hugged the toilet, expelling whatever was left in my my gut. Our little one was making his or herself known. Rob was right there, kneeling beside me, holding my hair out of the puke. He found a wash cloth and bathed my face. He picked me up and laid me on my sofa. He slipped off my heels and began massaging my feet and toes through my nylons.

I purred, “Baby, that feels so good. I’ll give you to next week to stop that.”

That’s when I felt his cock swelling under my left foot. I began to rub my toes across and up and down the shaft as it continued to swell. I pulled up my skirt, stuck my thumbs in the waist band of my hose and pulled them down to where Rob could finish taking them off my feet. I continued to rub his penis with my bare toes. I raised up and unbuckled his pants, exposing him. That gorgeous nineteen year old cock popped up. He was hard as a rock.

I leaned back and opened my legs, blatantly exposing my wet vulva to his view.

I said, “I want you inside me, Rob, Make love to me.”

He pushed his slacks off and got between my legs. I reached down, wrapped my fingers around his shaft and guided him to my entrance. I gasped as my man pushed into me. I love that feeling. He kissed me as he slowly imbedded himself inside me. I was in ecstasy as penetrated me deeper. We laid there, not moving, being joined as one, kissing passionately with his glans firmly against my pregnant cervix.

I thought, God knew exactly what he was doing. A nineteen year old man in his sexual prime making love to a thirty-six year old pregnant woman in her sexual prime with her pregnant hormones raging. Did it get any better than this. I screamed out as my first orgasm overwhelmed me. I arched my back, my toes curled against his face as I came and came. My vagina convulsing, oozing my secretions coating his shaft.

Then, he began pumping in and out of me faster and I knew he was going to fill my pregnant vagina with his milky cum.

AAAAAHHHGGGG! OHHHHHHHHH! I felt the first spasm of his young penis as he deposited the first stream of semen inside me.

I was whispering to him, “YES, My Sweet Man, FILL ME WITH YOUR LOVE. GIIVE ME EVERY DROP!”

He just kept groaning and ejaculating in me. I don’t know how many spurts there were but I knew I was already leaking.

When he finally collapsed on top of me, I stroked his hair and neck. He was still semi hard inside me. I kissed him again. He began to move inside me again. Slowly at first as I heard the excess fluids inside me squish with each thrust. He slowly fucked me as we looked into each other’s eyes.

He said, “I love you so much. I would die if you left me, Jenna.”

I said, “Fuck your pussy, Rob. That’s your pussy. Baby, that’s your sperm swimming around inside me. The only sperm that will ever be inside me. That’s your baby in my womb. I love you, Rob. I’m yours, My Love.”

He thrusted in and out of me again until I came again and then a third time. Once again I felt him swell inside me and I knew another flood of semen would follow. He came, pulsing inside me again leaving that feeling of warmth oozing into every part of me.

“God, how I love that.”

And that was our first night together at my condo. We made love again during the night. He came in me a third time. My pussy was a mess. As luck would have it, this was the first morning that I didn’t throw up and managed to keep my breakfast down.

I could tell Rob was still trying to process our new normal.

After breakfast, he said, “Jenna, would you mind taking me home. I need to get dressed for work. I don’t have a class today.”

I put on some panties with a light day pad to soak up the cum that kept oozing out of me with some shorts and sandals and drove him home.

He kissed me and went to his apartment. I was worried. He’s still not himself. I knew I still had a job in front of me. That would be telling my parents they were going to be grandparents. I was afraid this part wasn’t going to be pretty. I looked at the little ring on my finger and smiled.