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Nine Long Months (2/2)
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Nine Long Months (2/2)
During the eighth month of her pregnancy, I worked a
lot of overtime on a major project downtown. As the engineer
in charge of security systems installation for a new office
building, I spent a lot of time checking various systems and
making sure everything was set for opening day. We played at
home, but my late hours cut into our adventures in town.
Finally, the building was ready to go -- although no
security guards were stationed yet, all the machinery was
tested and running smoothly. I took my wife downtown to the
new office to show her the finished product.
"Wow! This place is huge," she whispered as I led her
inside the lobby. "It looks completely finished -- is there
anyone else here?" I shook my head as I locked the front
doors and activated my security pager, patching myself into
the building's monitoring system.
"No, it's empty right now. We'll turn the building over
to the owners next week, and they'll start filling it up
with tenants at that point. There aren't even any guards
here yet. The building is watching for intruders
automatically -- if anything odd happens, I'll get a message
on this pager."
"Are you going to have to carry that thing from now
on?"
"No, no -- when we turn over the building, the security
chief gets this thing." I led her across the dim lobby,
heading for the central security office. I showed her the
monitors and alarm panels, proud of my work. The security
screens showed twenty views at once, shifting from one
camera to the next throughout the building. No videotape was
rolling; the special long-running tapes were due to arrive
the next day. When I turned from my explanations and looked
at her, her lips were moist.
"We have a whole office building to ourselves, right in
the middle of the city?" As I looked at her in the dim light
of the control room, I smiled. To me, this was just another
successful installation -- to her, it was a unique
opportunity.
"There's no one here but us, baby -- and I'll get some
warning if anyone else tries to enter." I checked the pager,
then entered a command on the console to test the link
between the building's network and the paging system. Three
seconds later, the pager beeped. I silenced it, satisfied. I
took her arm. "Let's go upstairs, shall we?"
The top floor of the tower contained a whole set of
executive offices, completely furnished and ready for use.
When we entered the largest of the suites, my wife ran to
the full-length plate glass windows and looked out at the
city; from the tenth floor, the view was spectacular. In the
dim light that spilled from the outer office, she could see
her reflection in the window superimposed over the city
lights. I walked up behind her, placing my hands on her
shoulders. As she stood there admiring the view, I felt the
pulse in her neck with my fingertips. I reached around her
and began opening her dress, button by button, from the neck
down.
"Can anyone see me up here?" Her breath caught in her
throat as I nibbled her neck.
"Does it matter?" She stood trembling as I peeled the
dress back from her cleavage, exposing white flesh. I
continued unbuttoning the dress. She gasped as I worked my
way down, freeing her breasts and displaying the bright
silver rings buried in their nipples.
"I can see people in offices across the street -- can
they see me?" She was right; the office tower across the
street was peppered with brightly lit offices, and we could
clearly see people at the desks.
"What if they can? Suppose one of those late-night
office drones looks up from his paperwork, glances across
the street, and looks in this window?" I gripped her elbows
and brought them together behind her back, watching her
breasts jiggle in the reflection.
"What if one of them looks up here and sees you, half-
naked in the window? Do you think he'd like looking at your
breasts?" Her breathing was harsh and ragged. I released her
elbows and went back to work on the buttons, opening the
dress wider and slipping it down around her arms. Finally,
the dress came free and slipped into a pool around her feet.
She shivered, crossing her arms across her breasts.
"No, no, no," I scolded, digging in my fanny pack for
several lengths of thin cord. "That won't do at all." I
slipped loops of cord around her wrists, tying them to the
heavy curtain supports above the window. She faced the glass
squarely now, arms spread out over her head, naked except
for the rings. I hung bells from her nipples and clitoris,
chuckling as she watched the office building for Peeping
Toms.
"I don't know about this," she began, then gasped in
surprise as I spread her buttocks and ran my tongue around
her anus. I watched the pink mouth pucker, then relax. I
started playing with it; when it unclenched, I probed its
wrinkled folds with my tongue until it tightened up again.
Between licks, I kept talking to her.
"If someone looks up here, I won't be able to hide!
Isn't this dangerous?" Her sentences were seldom complete,
punctuated by sharp gasps and shudders as I teased her
tender hole.
"No, you'll be spread-eagled against the glass -- the
question is, what will they see? One second, you're a
terrified housewife, cringing away from prying eyes. Then,
you're a horny slut, spreading your ass to get another hot
lick on the butthole! Which will it be, I wonder." I thrust
my tongue deep into the writhing pucker, spreading her with
both hands. As I worked at her with tongue and teeth, I felt
a warm dribble of pussy juice roll down my chin.
"Just think -- John Doe, doing expense reports at his
desk, looks up to see you hanging here naked. As he watches,
he sees you lick your lips, grind your hips, and moan in
ecstasy. What's he supposed to do? He watches your breasts
jiggle, and he wonders what a woman seven months pregnant is
doing up here. He thinks about calling the police, but they
would only show up and take you away -- he decides he'd
rather watch you for a while." She was getting more and more
excited as I spoke, bucking against me and pressing her
crotch down against my face between my words. I stood up
behind her, dropping my pants and pulling my shirt off over
my head. I wiggled my stiff cock between her buttocks and
wrapped my hands around the lower bulge of her belly,
groping for the wet folds of her pussy. She shuddered
against me, wanting more of the hot, wet stimulation down
below. I licked at her throat as I whispered in her ear.
"Don't you want to show off your pretty pussy to all
those overworked people over there? Don't you think they
deserve a break, this late at night?" I tweaked her clitoris
and listened to the tinkling of the bell. She swallowed
hard. I worked my fingers into her pussy lips from on both
sides.
"Here, let me help you. Okay, boys, have a look!" I
spread her dripping cunt wide with both hands, pressing my
cock between her buttocks to keep her still.
"Here's a nice, pretty pussy -- pink, wet, and
delicious. Anybody got a camera?" I raised my voice,
shattering the dead quiet of the office. She thrashed in my
grip, moaning. I dug deeper, pulling the inner folds of
flesh wide and exposing her deepest recesses to the whole
downtown business district.
"Take a good look! It's hot, juicy, and a nice big clit
to nibble on. Don't you want to stuff this wet hole? Look
up, you in the yellow shirt -- you don't want to miss this!"
She could not tear herself away from the windows across the
street, biting her lip and trying to watch all the office
workers at once.
I figured that the law of averages had to give me an
opportunity sooner or later. After a few minutes, I spied a
tired worker directly across from us get up from his desk to
get a cup of coffee. I shoved my penis down her crack and
pressed the tip against her asshole.
"Look there," I hissed in her ear, "straight across the
street! Blue shirt, just got up from his desk!" She
stiffened, then moaned and ground her hips against me. I let
the tip of my cock spread the tight ring of muscle, but
didn't enter her; as the hole slipped closed, she bucked in
frustration. The office worker poured himself a cup of
coffee, his back to the windows.
"He just got up for a break, and now he's got his
coffee. What will he do next? He'll look out the window, of
course, and he'll look straight across the street at the new
office tower," I panted. I eased my cock against her
clenching hole again and again, groping steadily between her
legs.
"What will he see? A pregnant woman, her cunt spread
wide open, being ass-fucked and screaming in pleasure!" I
thrust myself all the way in; she gasped, clenching my thick
rod and trembling under my hands.
"Wait! Stop! He's going to see us," she panted.
"That's right, slut!" I slapped against her ass
rhythmically, sliding in and out, building her orgasm even
as she struggled. "Isn't that what you really want, you
horny bitch?"
"NO! I --" She gulped and moaned, teetering on the
brink. The worker turned away from the coffee pot and headed
toward the windows. I stepped up the pace.
"Look at him, cunt! Here he comes! Don't you really
want him to see you like this, sweating, naked, pussy spread
open, moaning helplessly while I ream your asshole? DON'T
YOU?" I shouted in her ear, hammering her ass and tearing at
her cunt.
"Please, please, please..." The office worker looked
straight toward us across; she saw him and whimpered, biting
her lip to keep quiet.
"Please WHAT?" I corkscrewed within her, feeling the
muscles ripple along the length of my shaft. I could hear
wet sucking sounds from between her legs as I kneaded her
pussy with slippery fingers. She stared across at the
worker, willing him to look away; finally, she could deny
her body no longer.
"PLEASE FUCK ME! FUCK ME! SPREAD MY PUSSY!" She
startled me with the violence of her screams, but I
recovered quickly and pounded away at her.
"And what have you got to say to the nice man over
there, you shameless slut?"
"LOOK AT ME! LOOK UP MY CUNT, LOOK AT MY TITS, WATCH ME
GET FUCKED IN THE ASS! Look -- look -- look at me... " As
she toppled into orgasm, she pressed her round body up
against the glass, howling and bucking up and down on my
cock. She abandoned herself to the pleasure with a scream
and rode the waves of stimulation with panting, grunting
desperation while she watched John Doe sip his coffee.
Finally, she sagged against me, passion spent. She
pressed her forehead against the cool glass, panting and
twitching as the thunder in her blood faded. I eased my cock
out of her, wishing I had thought to use a little lotion
before leaping into her. As the head of my cock popped out
of her reddened asshole, she stiffened, staring across the
street at the next building.
"He's gone! Do you think he's gone to call the police?
What are we going to do?" As her sexual high faded, true
fear took its place.
"Relax, baby - the windows are mirrored on the outside.
If he saw anything, it was a blurry reflection of himself.
As long as we keep the lights low inside, there's no way for
anyone to spot us." As I spoke, I untied her and wiped the
floor beneath her with a hand towel. She relaxed, kissing me
as I stood.
"Where's a bathroom? You know me -- every five minutes,
I need to go." She reached for her dress, but I draped it
over my arm with my shirt and jeans. She hesitated, then
smiled uncertainly as I gathered our things and offered her
my arm. We walked out into the hallway, headed for the rest
rooms, completely naked.
"This feels so funny, walking the halls with no clothes
on," she giggled.
"Come on, admit it -- haven't you always wanted to do
this? Just imagine what this building will be like next
week, full of workers scurrying all over the place. Then,
picture yourself casually strolling through the crowds like
you are now -- buck naked." When we came to the rest rooms,
she headed for the ladies' room.
"Have you ever wondered what the men's room looks like?
Come on in, and then you can show me the women's room." I
held the door open for her, laughing as she blushed. She
followed me inside and headed for a stall. I guided her over
to the row of urinals on the wall.
"Where's your sense of adventure? Try one of these."
Her huge belly kept her from getting too close to the
urinal, so I turned her around and directed her so spread
her crotch over the protruding lower rim of the urinal. I
balanced her weight as she settled herself on the porcelain,
kissing her hungrily as she gasped at the cold touch. After
a moment, I head the gush of her urine spraying into the
basin. I helped her off the urinal and handed her a paper
towel. She wiped her pussy, grinning.
"I don't suppose pissing in a urinal is quite that
complicated for you, is it?" I shook my head, smiling, and
demonstrated the proper technique for her. She took great
pleasure in shaking the last few drops of urine from me,
dropping to her knees and kissing me afterward. Next, we
took the grand tour of the ladies' room. She led me into a
stall with her and closed the door behind us, straddling the
commode to make room for her belly in the small space.
"Let me show you what I do when I get excited out in
town and you're not around," she purred, sitting on the
commode. I leaned against the door and watched as she buried
one hand between her thighs and began teasing her nipples
with the other.
"The trick is to get an orgasm as fast as you can
without making any noise. If I spend too long in here,
someone is bound to call for help for the poor old pregnant
woman. On the other hand, wailing and moaning would give me
away. So, I try to do it quietly." She bit her lip and
started kneading her pussy and pinching her nipples,
jingling the bells with every movement. She stopped, took
the bells off her rings, and winked. Then, she went back to
work, rhythmically kneading herself and breathing quietly
through her mouth. I watched muscles in her thighs twitch as
she fought down the urge to writhe freely. She looked up,
followed my gaze, and laughed huskily.
"That's another rule -- both feet on the floor. I can't
very well pull my knees up and brace myself against the
walls, can I?" Her speech was ragged, and I saw the flush of
pleasure along the tops of her breasts. She pulled her hand
from her crotch and carefully repositioned it.
"When I get good and wet, I have to be even more
careful," she explained. "Otherwise, I get the most amazing
sound effects." To demonstrate, she moved her hand slightly
and flicked her fingertips between the sopping cunt lips. I
smiled at the slurping sounds she produced, and she silenced
her wet cunt by adjusting her grip. Her grasps at the wet
flesh became more urgent. I moved forward slightly, tapping
her on the forehead with the tip of my cock. She looked up,
smiled, and started licking along my shaft as she spoke.
"I've actually sat in a stall like this next to a woman
and listened as she masturbated," she panted, pausing to
suck me strongly for a few seconds. "When I realized what I
was hearing, I sat there and listened closely, hardly
breathing. I wondered what she was thinking. She got herself
turned on quickly, but then gave herself away with the
sounds her pussy made and the sound of her breathing." She
gave up her attempt to finish quietly, and the slurping of
three fingers slamming in and out of her grasping pussy was
loud in the small space.
"I wondered what her pussy looked like." I watched my
wife's body quivering.
"I wondered -- did she have one finger inside? Two?
Three?" She gulped at my slippery cock, digging her
fingernails into her breasts.
"Did she have long fingernails? Was she pinching
herself? Hurting herself? Digging fingernails into the walls
of her pussy?" I milked my cock, dribbling into her open
mouth.
"What would she have done if she knew I was sitting
there next to her, listening to her, with MY OWN FINGERS
CRAMMED UP MY PUSSY JUST LIKE HERS?" As she shouted the last
few words, she shuddered convulsively and I lost control,
spraying my hot load over her face and breasts. She wiped
her slick hand down my thigh and caught my cock in her
mouth, sucking out the last few drops and licking me clean.
From the rest rooms, we headed to the security office
on that floor. I stashed our clothes in a cabinet and
clipped the pager to the strap of my fanny pack, keeping it
with me as we continued exploring the building. I wanted our
toys close by, and I didn't want to face others in the
building without warning. We wandered through the empty
building, pausing occasionally so that she could catch her
breath. I asked her if she wanted to head home, but she
wanted to stay and check the place out. Although she tired
easily at this stage of the pregnancy, she wanted to make
the most of this opportunity.
Some time later, we made our way to the auditorium on
the eighth floor. The space was huge and silent, lit only by
the EXIT signs over the doorways.
"What is an auditorium doing in the middle of an office
building?" She whispered, awed by the size of the room.
"They'll use it for big meetings, I guess -- there are
projection screens and a sound system, and all sorts of
fancy audiovisual gear in here. The projection booth looks
like an airplane cockpit." I had played around with the
equipment a few days ago, wasting time between design
meetings, and it was impressive. I led her down to the
stage, guiding her by the elbow in the near-darkness. She
turned to face the banks of empty seats and shivered.
"How many people will this place hold?"
"500, I think. I don't remember exactly." I left her
standing on the stage and went into the wings, fumbling in
the dark among the equipment stacked there.
"What are you doing?"
"Hang on, here I come," I said, carrying a microphone
with a flexible stand back out on stage. She looked at me,
puzzled. I led her to the center of the stage, had her lie
down, and went to work with chains and clips from my fanny
pack. I pushed her knees up to her armpits, wrapped her arms
around them, and chained her wrists to her nipples. Then, I
pulled her ankles back down toward her pussy and chained
them to her clitoris. I positioned the microphone over her
face and plugged it in, then bent to lick her warm cunt in
the darkness.
"Just think, baby -- you're going to be a star! Imagine
this place packed full of people, sitting there in the dark,
waiting for the main feature!"
I walked back up the aisle and climbed the stairs to
the projection booth, turning on the low lights as I
entered. I activated the sound system, turning up the mike
until the sound of her breathing was loud in the room.
During one of the sound checks, a technician had brought in
a handful of test tapes -- crowd noise, music, speeches, and
so on. I fumbled through the tapes until I found one labeled
`Expectant Crowd' and put it in the tape deck. In a moment,
the room was full of rustling and murmuring, the sound of a
500-member crowd anxiously waiting for the show. I grabbed a
wireless headset mike and turned it on.
"Do you hear them, baby? They're out there, waiting for
the main event!" Her breathing was harsher now, and I could
hear her twitching in her chains. I turned down the mike a
little.
"How did you do that? What's going on?"
"Use your imagination! I've sold 500 tickets to this
show, promising a bunch of horny businessmen the experience
of a lifetime. They're all sitting out there, stirring in
their seats, waiting for the lights to go up so they can
watch you squirm." I loaded several other tapes from the
stack before me, programming them to play one after another.
"Are you ready to show everyone your body? Well, on the
other hand, you don't have much choice, do you? You can't
move -- even if the sight of your spread pussy drives them
wild and they rush the stage, you'll just have to lie there
and endure their touch, won't you?" She gasped and shivered
in her chains. I rolled the first tape, lining up the
spotlight on center stage as best I could. Then I waited,
finger over the spotlight switch.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" The announcer's voice boomed
through the room, and my wife jerked convulsively,
whimpering as the chains pulled at her.
"WELCOME TO THE SHOW! And now, the moment you've all
been waiting for.." Drums rolled impressively, and I slammed
home the spotlight switch as a trumpet fanfare blared. I
centered the spotlight on my writhing wife as a roar of
applause thundered over the speakers. Blinded by the
brilliant spear of the spotlight, she twitched and moaned,
her voice lost in the uproar. I turned up her microphone.
The applause subsided, and I adjusted my microphone.
"Tonight, for your entertainment, I present -- MY WIFE!
There she is, chained before you, helplessly spread for your
inspection. She can't escape; she can't even move without
ripping out her clit and her nipples -- note the rings
piercing her private spots." She panted and trembled, trying
to shrink away from the cold light.
"Note her nice, pink pussy -- don't you wish you could
run your fingers over it? Take my word for it, ladies and
gentlemen -- that is a Cadillac cunt, smooth and creamy all
over. She's such a slut, I'll bet it's already slippery! And
take a look at that nice big clit; even when she's not
turned on, it pokes out between her pussy lips. With a few
strokes, it swells to the size of my little finger and is
exquisitely sensitive." She was panting steadily now, and I
thought I could barely make out a shiny dribble running from
her pussy down across her rectum.
"Look a little farther down, folks -- can you see that
cute little asshole? You might not believe it, but she LOVES
to get reamed up the ass. Let me tell you, there's nothing
like that hot hole clenching around the head of your cock to
get you going. I like to tie her up and tease it with my
tongue; it gets nice and pink and starts twitching, and then
I know it's time to stuff it full." She moaned and tossed
her head from side to side, imagining 500 pairs of hungry
eyes feasting on her spread crotch. Her hands bunched into
fists, and I head the chains rattle as she fought vainly to
reach between her legs. Whether she wanted to cover her
nakedness or spread herself even farther, I didn't know.
"Look at those breasts, too -- nice and round, high on
the chest, a playground for the lips and hands! See the
nipples, rock-hard like sweet cherries? Sometimes, she likes
kisses and soft touches. Other times, she wants the whip --
just imagine lashing those smooth globes with a cat-o-nine-
tails! Oh, yes -- her screams then are really something. I
sometimes wonder if I should take it a little easier when
I'm flogging her, but then I look between her legs. See the
juice flowing out?" The bright track of pussy juice was
obvious now, dribbling along her crack and making her
pulsing asshole shine in the light. She squirmed on her
back, grunting softly as her hands twitched toward her
pussy.
"That's right, folks -- she's a class-one horny bitch.
She wants to be fucked, sucked, beaten, and humiliated --
anything to get that pussy hot and those juices pumping. She
doesn't care that she's pregnant; when she gets like this,
the whole world shrinks to that hot space between her legs."
I set up the last tape and left the booth quietly, making my
way down the aisle. Over the sound of the `crowd,' her soft
moaning filled the room.
I mounted the steps and strode across the stage slowly,
listening to the hollow sound of my footsteps echo across
the empty space. She started violently, trying to look
around her in the blinding light.
"What? Who's there?" For the moment, at least, she
thought I was still in the booth. I dropped to my knees,
staying out of the beam of light, and reached out to run a
finger across her pussy. She shuddered and moaned, closing
her eyes. I adjusted my microphone, trying to calculate how
much time was left on the tape.
"See what I mean? One touch, and she becomes a
quivering wreck. All she wants now is more sensation; she
knows all of you are watching her, but she doesn't care." I
stroked her again, wringing another moan from her. I pulled
a short whip from my fanny pack and trailed it across her
thigh.
"Watch closely, folks -- see her cunt twitch when I
slash this whip across her thigh." I drew back and brought
the leather thongs whistling down on her inner thigh,
listening to the sharp crack of the impact and the gasp from
my wife. Six red welts immediately leapt up on the white
skin.
"Did you catch it? Here, I'll do it again." I lashed
the other thigh, producing a matched set of marks. The crowd
noise on the tape increased; my `audience' was getting
worked up for the finale.
"Just in case you think I'm being needlessly cruel,
let's hear it from her own lips. What do you want now,
baby?" She licked her lips and cleared her throat.
"Just fuck me," she whispered.
"What was that? I don't think the audience quite heard
that."
"JUST FUCK ME!"
"What about all these people staring up your cunt and
drooling over your breasts? Aren't you the least bit ashamed
to show them how horny you are?" She thrashed for a moment,
then grew still.
"I DON'T CARE! Show them all, but just FUCK ME! FUCK ME
NOW!" I hooked a finger into her pussy and turned to my
`audience.'
"No, I don't think so. That would block the view, and I
want everyone to see how your magnificent cunt squirms when
you go into orgasm. Besides, you don't have a choice. Be a
good girl, now, and show these people one of your fantastic
orgasms." I kneaded the slick flesh with my fingers, rapidly
flicking in and out of the sopping hole as the crowd noises
grew louder. Her crotch felt like a furnace as she writhed
beneath my hand. Wetting a finger in the juices, I probed
her asshole, teasing. As I felt the walls of her pussy begin
to clench around my fingers, I listened to the soundtrack,
timing her climax. She thrashed violently, heedless of the
sharp pain from the rings, and I pushed her over the edge.
As she went into a wailing orgasm, the `crowd' erupted in
wild applause. The deafening roar filled the room -- she
screamed and shuddered as the wave of sound crashed over
her, lost in the fantasy of a forced orgasm on center stage.
I entered her smoothly and she screamed again, clutching at
me with her throbbing pussy as I pumped my load into her. I
unclipped her chains and helped her to her feet as the
applause quieted. Still in the spotlight, we took our bows.
A week before her due date, my wife packed her hospital
bag, gathering the things she'd need during the birth --
gowns, blankets, the usual assortment of `baby gear.' She
started taking it pretty easy, staying home almost all the
time as she waited for some sign of impending labor pains.
At last, her desire seemed to cool and she was no longer
frantic for sex at every opportunity. I admit, I was a
little disappointed; I had come to enjoy her constant
arousal over the past several months and was apprehensive
about how she would be after the baby was born. Besides
that, there was the baby to think about -- I knew that we
would no longer be able to take off on a whim and experiment
in new places with a child to watch. We made love a couple
of times during the ninth month, but it was calmer and more
intimate than our usual wild couplings.
The night she packed her bags, we spent a leisurely
hour in bed, talking about the baby and how we'd feel when
it finally arrived. I was stroking her thigh casually, and
she guided my fingers to her crotch with a smile. We chatted
and stroked each other for a few more minutes, getting more
excited by degrees; finally, I thrust my fingers deep into
her and was rewarded by a firm squeeze. Her eyes widened,
but before she could speak a gush of hot fluid burst forth
and soaked my hand. I jerked away, wondering what I had
done.
"Damn! I think my water just broke!" I jumped out of
the bed and started rooting through my clothes, trying to
get dressed in a hurry. She looked over at me, smiling.
"Settle down, it's all right -- we need to go to the
hospital, but we've got some time." I stopped jumping around
in circles and tried to calm down, one leg stuffed in my
pants and my shirt twisted around my head.
"OK, OK -- I'm calm. I'm calm. What do we do?" She held
out her hand, and I helped roll her off the bed. We gathered
our clothes, called the doctor, and raced to the hospital.
Once she was comfortable in the bed with all the monitoring
equipment hooked up, I settled down to wait.
Three hours passed, and she still hadn't started having
regular contractions. The nurses checked her every hour, but
we seemed to be getting nowhere. Her doctor came in once,
looked at the charts, and shook his head.
"Hmmm," he said, scratching his head. "Normally,
contractions start getting regular shortly after the water
breaks. I'm not sure what's going on here, but we're going
to have to induce labor if it doesn't start by itself pretty
soon. We'll give it another hour or so, and induce if
nothing's happening by then." As he left the room, a nurse
came by to check the monitoring equipment.
"Excuse me," my wife addressed the nurse, "what's the
deal with induced labor? Is it anything to worry about?" The
nurse turned from the banks of equipment and smiled, shaking
her head.
"No, not really. We do it all the time if natural labor
doesn't start quickly enough. Natural labor is easier on you
since it doesn't usually happen so fast, but there's nothing
wrong with induced labor."
"Is there anything we can do to get these contractions
going?"
The nurse looked at my wife, then back at me. "Well,
certain kinds of stimulation will get contractions going,
but you may not be in the mood for that sort of thing." She
winked at my wife, and I took a good guess at what she
meant. She patted my wife's hand and left, calling, "We'll
leave you two alone for the next hour and see how things
develop," over her shoulder.
I watched the nurse close the door, then turned back to
see my wife kicking the sheets off her. She grinned wickedly
and crooked a finger at me, chuckling. As I walked to her
bedside, she untied her hospital gown and shoved it aside.
"Whoa, baby -- we've made it in some pretty weird
places, but this has got to be the limit! They've got you
wired for sound; the second I lay a hand on you, all the
screens at the nurse's station are going to light up like a
pinball machine!" She stretched and wriggled, spreading her
legs and stroking her belly. Luckily, we had remembered to
take her rings off before coming to the hospital. She
stroked my ears and guided me to her breast, and I tongued
the ripening nipple. My hand snaked between her thighs, and
I heard her sighing in my ear as I explored the warm folds,
probing for the slick tunnel beyond. She lazily directed my
efforts up and down her body, and I could see a faint flush
spreading across her breasts. Looking past her nakedness, I
could see the monitors, recording her increased heart rate
and respiration. As I stroked her stomach, I felt her whole
midsection clench; she started breathing in short puffs, and
her hand tightened around mine. Our unorthodox approach
seemed to be working, at any rate. She reached down inside
my pants, gripping my firm shaft and squeezing rhythmically
as I kneaded her pussy, pausing every few minutes as another
contraction rippled through her. Toward the end of the hour,
she panted, "Oh, please fuck me... I want you inside when
one of these contractions hits me!"
I stopped licking her clit, flabbergasted. "Baby, those
nurses are going to be in here in a few minutes to check up
on you! They'll haul us out and shoot us if they catch us
screwing in a hospital bed!" She thrust her fingers into her
cunt and spread it for me, panting, "Do it quickly, then,
but FUCK ME!"
I shook my head and glanced at my watch -- five minutes
left. I dropped my pants and climbed into the bed, pulling
the sheet up behind me. She rolled over on her left side and
pulled her right knee up to her chest, and I straddled her
left leg as it lay extended on the bed. Gripping her right
buttock, I lifted it to spread the glistening crotch and
slid into her easily. She stuffed a fist in her mouth and
moaned, shuddering on the bed as I eased in and out of her.
After a moment, she stiffened and started breathing in short
gulps as a contraction bore down on her. I felt her pussy
walls rippling around me as it gathered force, and I stepped
up the pace. She squeaked and moaned, and I clapped my hand
over her mouth to keep her quiet, grinding my hips against
her crotch as the pressure in my balls built. Her hands
twitched and fluttered across her body as she grunted into
my palm, and the clenching of her cunt sped up as I neared
my climax. We finished together, my bucking timed to her
grasping pussy -- I clamped my jaws shut to keep quiet, and
her short scream was cut off by my hand as I filled her from
inside. When the tremors subsided, I eased off the bed and
jumped into my pants; she just lay on the bed, pussy gaping
open and dribbling my sperm across her thigh. Finally, she
stirred.
"Hand me a towel or something; I need to clean up a
bit." I handed her a towel from the sink, and she carefully
wiped out her pussy and refastened her robe. As she
straightened the sheets, I heard a knock at the door.
"Time to check on you again -- are you decent?" My wife
caught my eye and giggled, then said, "Yes, come on in." The
nurse bustled around the equipment, checking the readouts.
"We checked your monitors from the nurse's station
every now and then, and it looked like you were having some
good contractions. That last one looked like a monster --
how do you feel?"
"Oh, I feel fine," my wife sighed, and the nurse looked
up at her. She must have read something from my wife's
expression, or noticed the flush fading from her skin; after
a moment, she smiled.
"See? I told you it would work. The question is, will
the contractions settle down and get regular? How long has
it been since the last one?" She started measuring time
intervals on the monitor printout.
"Oh, it's been a few minutes, I guess. I --" She looked
at me, startled, then switched to the rapid breathing again.
"Four minutes, right on the button!" The nurse marked
the interval with a pen. "Looks like you may have started
something after all!" She breezed out of the room to page
the doctor, winking at me as she left. My wife grinned,
triumphant.
Five hours later, I watched in amazement as our son
made his grand entrance. It was the most amazing thing I'd
ever seen; after all the months of waiting and then the
bloody climax, we held a seven-pound baby boy in our arms.
After the cleanup and a half-hour spent holding the baby,
the medical team left the room. In the quiet room, my wife
and I smiled at each other. She motioned me over to the bed
and I stood beside her, holding her hand.
Without warning, her hand shot inside my pants and
gripped my balls. As I gaped at her, she winked. "So, when
are we going to start on the next one?"
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