Protection (closed)

My fingers clench the sheets tightly as you thrust into my wet pussy, grinding my hips against the bed. I let out a cry, my head pressing back against the pillow as my hips press up against your own. It's hard to keep this position with my swollen belly and I let out a groan as your fingers wrap around my hips to help me.

"Alan. Fuck this feels so good..." I moan, whimpering with each fucking motion as you drive deeper and deeper into my body.
 
Beginning to thrust a little harder, faster, and deeper (if that is possible). I focus on bringing you to your orgasm . . . holding mine back for the desired splatter of cum all over your tits . .

Feeling your pregnant belly between only heightens the pleasure of our lovemaking . . . and the thought of spraying over those pregnant tits . . . holy fuck!!
 
"Alan!" I cry out, bucking in your arms as I cum hard for you, my eyes practically rolling back in my head.

My entire body bucks and twitches, thrashing beneath you as I soak your cock with wetness.
 
No mistaking your orgasm . . . I can always tell, but as expected, this one is incredibly physical . . . your whole body bucking and heaving under me.

Holding onto mine as long as possible, giving you time to release all your emotions as you cum, I wait until the last possible second, then pull my cock out and hastily, crawl to your side on the bed . . "Now, baby . . . " your eyes open and watch as my cock releases a strong stream onto your heaving tits, drops of cum settling onto both tits and into the valley between.
 
"Fuck, baby." I moan as I watch you jack off onto my tits, the cum spraying across my heavy breasts and pooling in their valley. "That's so fucking hot."

Looking up at you, I pull you in for a passionate kiss, our lips clinging to one another as our hands work together to massage your cum into my skin, my nipples so hard and standing at attention.
 
No more words pass between us. As our kisses continue, I slide a hand down over your naked body, splitting your pussy lips once more with my fingers, then continuing onto your sweet ass and slowly retrieving the plug from within, a soft "plop" as your tight bud closes after releasing the intrusion of the plug.
 
I let out a sigh, already sleepily moaning as you pull the plug free from my ass. I'm already slumbering as I feel a warm washcloth cleaning my breasts and I smile happily as I feel your arms wrap around me tightly.

"I love you, baby." I whisper softly, a soft kiss pressed to your lips as I go to sleep in the safety of your arms.
 
Once you drift off, must have taken at least 30 seconds, I slip quietly out of bed and head for the shower. What a night it has been!! After standing under the hot shower for a few minutes, I can feel my body totally relaxing and after drying off and slipping on a pair of boxers, I slip back into bed beside you. Even though you appear to be asleep, I feel your naked body slide up against mine as soon as I settle in.
 
The next morning, I wake early, simply resting there beside you as your hand cradles my belly. It warms my heart to know how much you want this baby too. It's so different from my first pregnancy and I have been over the moon so far. I glance over my shoulder as I hear you stirring and I give you a soft smile.

"Morning, baby." I say softly.
 
"Good morning, love . . . from the sound of your breathing, I would guess you slept pretty will last night." Still no noise from down the hall; Molly must have worn herself out last night playing with the girls across the street.

Taking a deep breath, knowing I need to talk about something with you; might as well get it over with. "Baby, when I told you earlier this week that I was going to stop by Home Depot and talk about their security job, that was not where I was. The truth is, your old boss called and wanted to talk to me. Do you remember a guy by the name of Darrell Sims . . . a drug dealer you helped put away a few years ago? (Seeing you nod, I continue.) Well, it seems that he is getting out on parole in the next six weeks or so. And he has threatened to go after anyone who helped put him away . . . the cops, his partners who ratted him out, and you. Once he is released, they have promised us a security detail for a while. I still have my gun and permit to carry . . . but you just need to know what is going on."
 
I let out a long sigh as you hit me with that news. Six weeks is about the time that the baby is due and I'm not happy that something like this is going to cloud what should be a happy time. I rub my belly as I try to digest everything.

"Well, I'm not happy that you chose to keep something like this from me, but I guess I understand." I say softly, looking you in the eye. "And I know that you will keep Molly, the baby, and I all safe. We'll just have to be extra careful."

I lean in and give you a gentle kiss, wrapping my arms around you to hug you as close as my belly will allow. "I just don't want any of that to get in the way of our baby. He or she deserves to be brought into a happy family."
 
"Baby, I wasn't trying to keep it from you; I just needed to find a few minutes when we were alone that I could share it with you . . . that's all." Holding you tight for a few moments; footsteps coming down the hall, a timid knock on the door, "Can I come in?"
 
"Just a minute, Molly." I call out as you get up to get me a t-shirt.

I pull it on and then as you get settled back in bed, I tell her to come in. She's sleepy, rubbing her eyes as she holds her stuffed tiger under one arm as she climbs into bed with us.

"I had a bad dream." She mutters as she snuggles between us, a smile on my lips as I smooth my hand through her hair.

"Well, we still have some time to sleep before we have to leave for the train station. Why don't you close your eyes and rest? Papa can stop on the way and we can get breakfast at a restaurant." I offer as she nods and snuggles up close to your side.
 
"Of course we can stop on the way. But I still need my coffee first, so I'm going down and put on a pot. I'll give my ladies a few more minutes in bed, but then you will need to get up and get dressed. OK?"

Not really waiting for an answer, I head down to the kitchen - start the coffee, bring in the paper, let Lucy out in the back yard to run and 'do her duty", and fill her water and food bowls.
 
Molly sleeps for another twenty minutes before I get her up to get her dressed. She wants to look pretty for Alex and Becky so I braid her hair and put her in a dress. She makes me smile as she checks to make sure that her lion is in her little backpack before I let her go downstairs. I then go and get pressed in comfortable slacks and a sweater, making sure that my hair is just so and my makeup is done before I head downstairs.

"Everybody ready to go?" I ask as Molly answers yes, her coat and gloves already on as she waits by the front door.
 
Lucy looks a bit unhappy as we head out the door. "We won't be gone all day, Lucy." That doesn't seem to satisfy her and Molly wants to know if she can come with us. She knows the answer but asks anyway.

After a quick breakfast at a little restaurant I know near the station, we board the train for the ride down town to see Alex and Becky, and help finalize their wedding plans. Alex and I will just find a game on TV and let the women figure out all the details and let us know what we need to know!!
 
I have fun planning everything with Becky. It seems that she and her mother have a tense relationship and she sees the both of us as the family that she always wanted. Molly is over the moon about her role as flower girl and can't wait to get another fancy dress to wear.

"Mommy, can I spend the night with Alex and Becky?" Molly asks from Becky's lap and Becky laughs softly.

"Well, probably not the night, Molly, but how about we let your mom and dad go out for a nice dinner. Alex can order pizza and we can have a little party here." Becky offers and her eyes light up.

"I don't see the harm in that." I say with a smile as Molly squeals with excitement.
 
Once Alex and I are informed of the dinner plans, Alex tells me about a nice little restaurant down the block from their apartment building that they enjoy. Looking at you, I can see that tired look in your eyes, "Babe, why don't you go lie down for a few minutes; then we can go out to eat."
 
"Baby, I'm fine. Let's just take a nice slow walk and have something good to eat." I say, giving you a kiss to tell you that I'm fine, even if a little tired.
 
"OK, baby . . . " Grabbing our coats; after a short walk in the brisk air, we find the place that Alex mentioned, and that Becky agreed with, we walk in and are given a seat by the window. Placing our order, we sit back and enjoy the people walking by. Feels really good to be sitting here with you . . . quiet, peaceful . . . our life is going to change dramatically in a few weeks, so we better enjoy this time while we can.
 
I have a happy smile on my face as I look at you from across the table. "How did I end up with such a handsome, caring, and loving husband?" I ask, taking your hand and holding it tightly.
 
"I'd say you were one damn lucky woman, Mrs. Davidson." Pretty sure that wasn't the answer you were looking for, that is, if you were looking for an answer.

"Actually, I am the one who got the best in this deal . . . still wondering what you see in an old fart like me."
 
"You love me and you love my daughter. You take care of us. You make me feel safe. All of that is what means the most to me." I say as I lean across the table to give you a kiss. "And I can't wait to raise our family and grow old together."
 
"I think you've got me figured out. And the fact that you love my kids as much as I love Molly is more than I could have asked for or expected."

The waiter arrives with our dinner, which we enjoy at a leisurely pace. After a short walk back to the apartment, we find Molly snuggle on the couch between Alex and Becky watching a movie.
 
It makes me smile to see how much Alex loves Molly. He's the older brother that she always wanted and never had.

"Alright, Miss Molly. Time to get your coat so we can catch our train." I say as she whines and clings to Alex even tighter.

"I don't want to go, Mommy." She says, a sleepy look in her eyes.

"We have to, baby. You have school in the morning, Lucy is waiting on us, and I have to go to work tomorrow." I say, her coat already in my hands as she pouts while she slips off the sofa and lets me put on her coat.
 
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