Protection (closed)

After a hug for both Alex and Becky, we all settle into the living room for a few minutes before dinner will be ready. Hearing the timer on the oven sound, you and Becky head for the kitchen, Molly not far behind.

Alex and I take a deep breath and catch up a bit; Alex asking how the transition to the pregnancy is going - for both of us. Molly bounces between kitchen and living room . . . can't decide whether to be on Alex's lap or in the kitchen with Becky.

By now, Molly has brought everyone up to date on the baby shopping on the computer this afternoon.
 
Molly finally settles on Alex’s lap, listening intently to the conversation that is happening between you two. She is near to bursting with all of the activity that is going on in her life at the moment. It’s not too long before I’m calling everyone in for dinner and Molly is insisting that Alex sit next to her.

The conversation is light until the subject turns towards the upcoming wedding. Becky is suddenly quiet as Alex doesn’t seem to want to talk about things.

“Is everything alright?” I ask them, glancing at you as they both share a look between one another.

“Well…sort of.” Becky says as her cheeks turn bright red. “Well…my mom won’t help us pay for things…so we’re going to have to push back our wedding even more.”
 
One look at you tells me all I need to know, "That's not going to happen. I want you guys to sit down with Michaela after dinner tonight and let her help you figure out just what it is going to cost to have a wedding. Maybe you will have to scale back on a few things, but you are not going to put this wedding off."

I can see a tear or two sneaking down Becky's cheeks . . . and from yours (damn, babe, you cry at everything, lol) . . .
 
“We’ll do whatever we can to help the two of you.” I say as I give them both a smile and I tear up as I see the relief in their eyes. “It’s hard to be young and trying to start a life, but we’re going to give you the best start that we can.”

I reach over and take your hand, squeezing it to show you how much I love your son and future daughter in law.
 
Turning to Alex & Becky, "I knew Michaela was with me on this before I said anything. So, you three sit down after dinner and start talking about the preliminary details; I'll keep Molly occupied for at least a little while."

Finishing up dinner with some ice cream; every once in a while you give in to me and let me have some ice cream. I convince Molly to help clean up so that the three of you can go down to the office and talk about wedding plans and costs.
 
Alex and Becky tell me the ideas and plans that they had for their wedding. It’s not a large ceremony by any means, only about thirty guests, but one that they want to be extremely special. I tell Becky that I will help pay for her gown and Alex says that they can pay for a place to have the ceremony and reception. The rest will fall into place along the way.

Once that is settled, we all start back upstairs where Molly immediately insists Alex and Becky play with her. Once she is distracted, I head into the kitchen to help finish cleaning. Pressing my lips to your cheek, my hands can’t help but wander as I cup your bulge through your pants and stroke you a few times.

“I’ll have to suck this cock a few times to make up for all the money I’m spending on their wedding.” I whisper against your ear, nipping at it lightly.
 
Teasing you a bit myself, "Now would be a good time to start, little lady."

Putting the last of the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, I turn around quickly and grab your breasts thru your shirt, "If I'm going to have to walk around with a hard cock, baby, you can walk around with your nipples poking out . . . and a steady drip between your thighs."

Smacking you lightly on the ass, we head back down to the family room to find the other three engrossed in a game of Candyland. "OK, Molly, finish up this game and then it's bed time for you. I'm sure Alex and Becky need to get on their way before too long."

A long face, but Molly knows better than to argue . . . so the game lasts a few more minutes. "I want Alex and Becky to take me to bed before they leave."
 
Alex and Becky trudge up the stairs after Molly and I look at you with a smile, laughing softly. Looking at you with a blush on my cheeks, I take your hand and lead you towards the sofa. Once we sit down, I reach down and pull my blouse up to my chin before I pull my bra up as well, letting you see my achingly hard nipples.

“Want a taste, babe?” I whisper softly, incredibly wet by the thought of having your lips on my body.
 
That question doesn't need an answer. Leaning over, I wrap my lips around a hard nipple and suckly it gently, making sure I give equal time to both sides. Wonder how long before your full breasts start producing milk for the new member of the family . . .

Giving both a last kiss . . . and a kiss down your belly before we get interrupted; feeling reallty naughty and sliding a hand between your thighs and pressing your jeans up and against your slit, causing you to squirm and moan . . .
 
“So good, baby…” I moan as your lips wrap around my nipples before you kiss your way down my belly before your fingers press into my jeans, rubbing against my wet folds and my clit until my hips are bucking against you. “Fuck, Alan…”
 
"I'm sure Molly will be asleep before too long . . . and I will be more than happy to take care of that drip between your thighs (probably more of a gusher by now)."

Alex and Becky grab their coats on the way down from Molly's room. After hugs and goodbys, they leave thru the garage and are on their way. Giving Molly a few more minutes to settle down, "Go on upstairs, babe . . . I'll make sure every thing is taken care of down here."

One last kiss before your leave, hands going places that only heighten the sexual tension that has been building for the past few minutes.
 
Once I’m upstairs, I strip out of my clothing and crawl onto my hands and knees, making sure that the first thing you see when you enter the room is a nice, pert ass and a wet pussy. Moaning at the thought, I can barely contain the thought of your mouth on my clit or your cock sawing into and out of my bottom.
 
Turning off the lights, doors locked, security sysytem on . . . not really that late, but I have this feeling that the rest of the evening will be spent naked. Walking into our bedroom, what a gorgeous view . . . my love ron her hands and knees, ass in the air, thighs spread just enough to give me a view of her pussy, and those full pregnant breasts swaying back and forth with each motion.

Closing the door behind me, I walk to the head of the bed so that you can watch me undress, stroking my hard cock and holding it against my belly so that you can balls full of cum hanging there . . . ready to dump a full load.

Turning the bedroom light off, only a small light in the bathroom . . . all the light we need, Standing beside the bed . . . rubbing your ass with my hand, "I think my little slut needs to be punished for her actions in the kitchen earlier this evening . . . what does she think?"
 
“Yes, sir. This little slut needs to be punished.” I whimper as I feel your hands on my ass, caressing my skin as I shiver. “I’ve been very bad this evening. I made your cock hard and then begged you to suck on my tits.”
 
I know where this is going to lead . . . yeah, maybe a bit of play to start, but before long we will be fucking like crazy, seeing who can satisfy the other the most.

Lifting my hand, I smack you across the ass with a bit of a sting, just enough to cause you to jump. Rubbing my hand over your ass again, I take time to slide a finger down the crack in your gorgeous ass, pressing but not entering your tight rosebud . . .
 
The moment your hand smacks my ass, I let out a gasp and arch my back. Whimpering as you rub your hand over my ass, taking away the sting before you press your finger against my tight pucker. I moan softly and wiggle my ass for you, teasing you in hopes that you decide to use those thick fingers for better use.
 
"It's been a while, hasn't it, slut?" Not waiting for an answer, I press my hand between your thighs and bury my middle finger deep in your pussy, getting it coated with a layer of slick juices.

"That ought to make it a little easier," as I press my finger back against your puckered rosebud, this time breaking thru the tight opening with a bit of a 'pop' . . . the natural lubricant of your pussy easing the resistance of your opening.
 
“Fuck!” I moan deeply as you press your finger into my ass, stretching my tight hole so good. “Just like that, baby. That feels so fucking good.”

Squirming in my place, I know that I’m in for a wild night and you never disappoint once we truly get going. I clench my ass around your finger, practically begging for more of what you have to give me.
 
"Is that what my little slut deserves . . . a finger in her asshole? Sounds like you are enjoying this too much for it to be punishment." Keeping my finger in your ass, I move around to the side of you, "What do you need to do to this?" Stroking my cock in front of your face . . .
 
“I need to suck it, sir.” I whimper as you continue to tease my ass with your finger, slowly pumping it in and out of my body. “I need it to cum on my tongue. Please, sir, may I suck your cock?”

My blue eyes look up towards you and it’s obvious the amount of love that I have for my husband. I trust you completely and know that you will take care of me, no matter what.
 
"Of course, slut . . . suck my cock, I will decide if you will be allowed to take my cum on your tongue." God, you are such an amazing role-player . . . can't believe some of the games we play with each other in the bedroom . . . and many other places when we decide to pleasure one another.

My finger still playing with your ass . . . seems to heighten the effort you put forth sucking my swollen shaft.
 
Whimpering as your finger continues to pump in and out of my tight ass, I lean forward to take your cock between my lips. Moaning softly, I suck and bob my head along your length, giving you the slow, dirty, sloppy blowjob that we’ve both come to love. Looking up into your eyes, I give you a small, naughty smile.
 
That naughty smile is almost enough to send me over the edge . . . "OK, slut . . . do you deserve to taste my cum tonight?"

At this point, you can get practically anything you want from me . . . sucking my cock like the slut that you are when we play this game . . .
 
I nod as you ask if I deserve to taste you cum tonight. Of course I do. And I know very well that you’ll give me whatever I ask for. Right now, I want that thick salty cream all over my tongue. I start to suckle you harder, head bobbing swiftly along your length as I wait for that yell that tells me you’re about to erupt.
 
Realizing that you do indeed crave my hot cum down your throat, I run my finger thru your hair while thrusting against you . . .

"Now, baby . . . " bucking against you, my moans increase in volume and intensity . . . you read my signals so well, you know that your desire for my hot seed is close . . . and you are not going to quit until you have it.
 
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