In as much as it was Labor Day, Tim and Logan decided to take the day off from painting. “I’m going to take the day off, too,” I told them from atop my hotel room bed.

They gave me questioning looks.

“Yes, I’m going to take the day off from having this baby. It’s getting to be kind of a pain.”

“How are you going to do that?” Logan asked.

“Hypnotism?” I said.

They laughed.

“Okay,” I said, “but I wish it were over.”

“Oh, honey,” Logan said. He and Tim sat on either side of the bed and offered comforting caresses.

“That’s nice,” I sighed. “I am a little scared of being in labor.”

“Nothing to worry about,” said Logan. “Millions of women have babies every day.”

“Easy for you to say,” I said.

“Yeah, easy for you to say,” said Tim, backing me up.

“But it’s really going to hurt, isn’t it?”

“No,” Logan said. “It’s probably not going to hurt at all. It’s going to be like having a wonderful, wonderful orgasm.”

“It is?”

“Uh huh,” Logan said. “Want us to show you?”

“I guess so,” I said.

“First you have to be dilated,” Logan said.

He and Tim gently drew my legs apart. Logan began caressing my clitoris while Tim manipulated my nipples.

“This is to help you open,” Logan said.

It felt good. I moaned.

“Yes, you’re opening nicely,” said Logan. “Isn’t she opening nicely?”

“She is,” Tim affirmed. “Very nicely.”

“Look how wet she is,” Logan said.

“Mmm, very wet,” Tim agreed.

“I’m going to check things out now,” Logan said. His fingers moved into me. Maybe one finger at first. Then two. Then three. Then ten.

“Oh oh oh!” I wailed as he fucked his fingers into my cunt.

“Such strong contractions,” Logan said. “Want to feel?”

Twenty fingers in my cunt, fucking me.

“Yes,” said Tim, “very strong contractions.”

I may have fainted from the pleasure.

When I was conscious again, Logan said, “Well, how was that?”

“Very nice,” I managed to say. “But I don’t think it was really like giving birth at all.”

“No?” said Tim and Logan’s looks.

“Probably not,” I said. “But maybe if we practiced some more.”