Forbidden Desire

They were exactly six weeks and a few hours old, that’s why I’d been balls deep in my wife before the interruption. Anyone who says six weeks is a breeze to wait to fuck your woman has not seen a pregnant Lora. I loved everything about her pregnancy, except the morning sickness fuckery.

I’m one of only a handful of men on the planet who actually suffered that shit right along with her. She got nauseous and light-headed, while I got to puke my guts up every day for a few months, it was fucking lethal. But I’d look at her after with her clear eyes full of compassion and be grateful that she was spared that shit.

I guess it was only fair that I suffered some of that shit since she had the torturous task of giving birth to them. Geez, that shit is beyond any hell you can imagine. But like I was saying, I loved her pregnant body. From her tits that never seemed to stop growing to her ass that filled out nice and round.

I must’ve fucked her hot pussy every day until she gave birth, so when it came time for her to heal and mend, I was like a fish out of water. Now the day was finally here, and I’d endured hours of waiting until the kids were down only to have my shit disturbed. My son popped the tit out of his mouth and stared over at me with his sister, who’d just burped like a lumberjack at a kegger.

Just then, I heard the pitter-patter of little feet running down the hallway. My three-year-old son stopped in the doorway of our master suite, eyes wide and bright like he didn’t know what sleep was. He assessed the situation and made a running leap for the bed landing between his mother and I.

I knew what he was after, so I opened my thighs to make room for him. He scooted his little butt in place, and I lowered his sister to his lap. I held him while he held her because he’s not old enough to hold a play doll, but you can’t tell him that shit because he’d have ten kinds of fits.

“Daddy!” Fuck me, not twenty questions in the middle of the night.

“What’s up, Champ.”

“She’s staring at me again.” Yeah, she’s taking your measure to see how she can add you to the line of saps who she runs around here.

“That’s because you’re her big brother, and she loves you.”

His little chest puffed up as he ran one of his fingers gently along her cheek and cooed to her the way he always does. He’s been fascinated with her ever since we brought her home, and she has him wrapped around her little finger like she has everyone else. I don’t have the heart to tell him that she’s going to own his ass for the rest of his life.

I can already see the dynamics around here, and though the men outnumber the women, for now, there’s no doubt who’s in charge. Baby Skylar smiled up at her older brother while her mom burped her twin next to us. It’s times like this when the world around us is asleep, and it’s just me and my little family in the comfort of the family bed that I’ve come to love the most.

We’ve come a long way Lora and I in the almost ten years we’ve been together. I never did get her pregnant while in college because her mom had taken her to get something stuck in her arm to protect her from pregnancy unbeknownst to me. I was not too happy when I first found out. More so because I was worried about side effects than anything else, but in the end, it turned out to be a good deal all around.

Since I couldn’t do anything about it, I just went with the flow and let me tell you, being able to take my woman whenever, however, wherever without repercussion was its own little aphrodisiac. It was a wonder we were able to get our MBAs as much fucking as we did back then. Being away from home on our own for the first time living the adult life, I’d do it all again.

She’d wanted to continue her education, which I had no problem with, but that shit in her arm wore off or some fuck after five years, and that’s when I nailed her. She’d only been without it a few short weeks when that happened. Nine months later, my son was born, I was already working with dad, and she just settled into motherhood.

Three years later, the twins are here, and life is just cruising. Everything is going fine, except for one fly in my ointment. Penny is Godmother to all of my kids, don’t ask me how the fuck that happened because she’s even worse now than she was when we were kids.