The Unconventional Mistress

“Jonas….”

“I told you to shush. I don’t want to hear it, you’ve said more than enough for one day.” Her soft eyes almost made me give way, but I held firm.

She has to know how messed up what she did was, and that she should never do that shit again, not to a man like me. Had I been in my right mind I never would’ve gone after her. But lucky for both of us, I haven’t been in my right mind since we met.

“Jonas!” Oh for crap sake what did she do now? That was my mother’s voice and that’s the tone she reserves for my wife.

“Hello mom.”

“Have you seen the Sunday Times?”

“No why, what happened?”

“Where’s Steph?” Steph as mom had taken to fondly calling her had a mouth full of cock and was hiding beneath the covers.

I’d only just wakened when she took me into her mouth and was about to ask her what was the occasion for the wake up blowjob when the phone rang. Now I know why, and why she was hiding under the covers. She’d done something to piss off the society crowd again.

“Let me have it, what did she do?” Mom growled her frustration as she’s been doing since I married my wife.

“She hired that dog person to perform at the country club, it caused quite a stir.”

I had no idea what she was talking about. I’d just returned home the night before from an overseas business trip. One that my wife and son couldn’t attend because she was having a show.

Her designs were finally gaining traction, which they would’ve done long ago if she’d let me help. But I learned early on from her dad that that was a big no-no.

So I watched her through her first pregnancy and now halfway through this one. Working her ass off sometimes almost as much as me, until I put the brakes on and made her take it easy.

I’d hated leaving her at a time like this, but mom and dad were here and so were her girls who practically spent every weekend at our house on the island.

I never got around to selling the penthouse because she likes it and it had room enough for our growing family.

All in all life has been smooth sailing. She got pregnant around our first week together and gave birth three months after we were married. My son is six months old and she’s already pregnant again with what we were told was the little princess this time.

But with all that going on my wife still finds time to get into trouble. “What dog person? What are you talking about mom?” The ‘oh shit’ coming from beneath the covers and around my dick was answer enough.

STEPHANIE

Bliss, bliss, I am in total bliss. I’m married to the most amazing man, I have the sweetest little boy with the little princess on the way according to the quack Jonas stuck me with, and a mother in law that has come around.

I don’t know what happened, or who sat that lady down and talked to her, but she’s a completely different person to the harridan I met.

It took her a while to come around and I still don’t know what did it. It could be Jonas’ attitude, when he decided we were getting married no matter who agreed.

Or it could be my parents’ constant weekend trips and ours to see them. Whatever the case she came around and I respected the fact that when we finally did talk, she was honest.

She told me she was worried that her friends would laugh at her son for marrying a plus size girl while their sons were marrying blonde beauties.

I asked her about the divorce rate among this group of Mengele-esque perfection and that got her to thinking. Since then we’ve been like two peas in a pod and I’ve been able to bring her around on some things but not all.

From the tone of this conversation and the look in my husband’s eye when I peeped from beneath the covers, I knew those nosy women from the country club had snitched on my ass.

Now see, that was just playing into my hands. It’s been a while since I pissed Jonas off enough to get a good hard pounding, and with the baby cooking away inside me, he’s playing it cool.

But yours truly needs her fix, and what better way than to wave my pregnant ass on stage after he’d forbidden me to? He hung up the phone and I popped his dick out of my mouth. “Were you on that stage?” My pussy was already purring.

The End