Lets Have a Baby!

I can’t wait for my darling to get home to me. We talked on the phone a couple minutes ago – ten minutes past already – he was about leaving his office then. I was all nervous inside. He heard it in my voice and asked what was wrong.

“Ah, nothing, honey,” I muttered. I was sitting in bed and for some strange reason just couldn’t control myself. “But I think I’ve got some great news for you . . . For us, really.”

“Okay. Wanna tell me about it?”

“Not,” I blurted while sitting forward as if seated on s rocking boat, steadying myself from capsizing. “No, I’d rather wait till you get home. Tell me you’re hurrying home.”

“Yes, I’m definitely coming home right now. I just locked my door and on my way to the elevator.”

“Okay . . . When you get home, then I’ll tell you.”

I had tears welling in my eyes. It brought nervous laughter bubbling put of me.

“Are you sure you’re okay, babe?”

“Yes, I am,” I replied. “Just hurry on home to me. I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.”

And that was it. I went into the bathroom to wash my face. I thought of a hundred things I could be doing before he got home, anything to take my mind off things. I changed the bed sheets, sprayed one of his perfume all over me, wore a t-shirt of his then lay in bed and pretended to fall asleep. In my head I replayed scenarios of how to break the news to him. Did I want to surprise him, or should we have sex first and then break it to him? I thought of his response: he was going to get shocked out of his mind, that’s for sure . . . But what if . . . What if he doesn’t want it? Geesh, I hadn’t thought of that.

Too late – I heard a door slam shut and knew he was home. To think that I’d been lying here for a long time waiting for him to get home, and now here he was. Oh God, how was I going to tell him!

“Sheri,” he called out my name as he approached the bedroom. Still I remained curled up in bed with my eyes shut.

The door opened and I pictured him standing there with his jacket in one hand while he searched for the light switch. The lights came on, and he threw aside his jacket them came and sat on the bed. I observed his shadow loom over me. Then came his sweet gentle touch turning me over.

“Sheri, I’m home. Babe, is anything wrong?”

My eyes opened then. I could barely make out his face past the tears in my eyes.

“Babe, I’m here. What’s wrong? Did anyone hurt you?”

Seeing the innocence in his face, at that moment I couldn’t have loved him more than I already did.

“No, everything's good.”

My voice sounded husky when I spoke as I then sat up and hugged him tight. Tears fell from my eyes and landed on his collar. He, too, hugged me back. The smell of him was the only fragrance I wanted to imbibe.

“I’m pregnant!” I cried into his shoulder.

Seconds passed, then he asked: “Serious?”

“Yes, serious,” I sniffled, still not letting go of him. “I found out this afternoon. I didn’t know whether to call you up and tell you. Please, tell me you’re not upset.”

“No, no, babe. My God. I’m going to be a daddy!”

I pulled back to examine his face. “You’re not . . . upset at all?”

“Fuck no! I’m gushing inside right now. Let’s do it: let’s get married and have ourselves a baby.”

I was strolling along the east side of Concord Street, away from the harbor, when thunder began rolling across the sky. I hurried my footsteps toward the hotel where I was staying. I stopped when I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and it was Marvin running to catch up with me.“I was afraid I might have lost sight of you,” he said when he approached me. His face was flushed from running. “Where are you heading?”“The Harbourview Inn. It’s not too far from here.”“Yeah, I know it. How about we give you a lift? It’s gonna rain heavily pretty soon.”“Nah, it’s okay. I can make it, but thanks.”I turned to continue my walk but Marvin held my arm. He had a sheepish grin on his face.“I wanted to tell you how happy I was seeing you and Linda talking. She was quite moved by you. She told me she’d love to get to know you better.”His voice dropped an octave when he mentioned that last part. I caught a glimmer in his eye and thought I knew what he meant but wanted him to say it outright.“What exactly are you getting at, Marvin?”“It’s like this,” he stuttered, “Linda kinda likes you, and she wouldn’t mind spending some quality time with you.” He paused for a moment to gauge my reaction before quickly adding, “I definitely wouldn’t mind leaving the two of you alone together, I promise.”“Alright then, sure. I’m game. You want us to head over to my hotel room?”“Sure, if that’s okay with you. Can’t do it out here,” he laughed to break the tension, and I joined him.“No, we can’t.”We walked a little way down Concord Street to where he had left Linda waiting in the car. She was happy to see me with him. I got into the backseat with her and she massaged my thigh while her husband drove to the Harbourview Inn.In no time we were in my suite — I had two days left to enjoy it — and Marvin made an excuse that he had some errands to run and left us alone.“So this is where you’re holed up,” said Linda as she took my hand and led me to bed. “Quite cozy. Have you had any women in here yet?”“No. You’re the first.”I was caressing her breasts through her colorful dress. She pushed me to lie on my back, ran her hand over my crotch, then got to unzipping my fly.“Let’s see about giving you some perfect southern hospitality then.”She wasted no time digging out my cock and lathering it with her tongue and lips. I caressed her hair away from her face. She managed to unbuckle my belt and push my pants and boxers down my thighs while she got on her elbows and knees and dug into swallowing me. My cock grew ramrod stiff in her mouth within seconds. She sucked me like a vixen. I pushed her dress up her rump and was surprised to see she wore nothing underneath. Or perhaps she took her panties off when she saw Marvin bringing me to her.Linda stroked my shaft while still rolling her lips around my penis head. I came spontaneously in her mouth. She gulped and drained every ounce of spurt I fed her. I lay there gasping and sweating. When she was done, she came and lay beside me.“I hope you enjoyed that.”“Oh yeah, I very much did. But I think it’s my turn to do you.”I climbed down from the bed and got out of my clothes. Linda wanted to do the same with her dress but I told her to leave it on; she looked so sexy in it — her dress of many colours.I rested her meaty thighs over my shoulders and buried my face into her pussy. Linda jerked as if she had been goosed. She gasped and caressed my head as I went to work probing her cunt with my tongue. Her gut kept pushing against my face, but I didn’t mind. My cock grew hard again. When it felt hard enough, I came up for air and she maneuvered backwards on the bed and held her legs apart for me to introduce

Ugghhh! . . .

Her pussy felt tight . . . But just a couple more thrusts and I was making her squirt buckets. Linda grabbed my shoulders and jerked her hips roughly towards me. Her moans grew louder and more frantic than ever.“Awwhhh yeah . . . Yes, fuck my pussy! Go on, fuck that pussy, babe!”“Yeah, I’m fucking it. Uhh! You want me to fuck you hard, don’t you?”“You better believe it, babe. I love African men. Too bad I’ve never fucked one before. Oohhh, gimme that big black dick!”“I’m going to give it to

“Yes! Awhhhh yes! Give it to