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Madonna Vi in Three Acts (FF, FFM, pregnant)
Madonna Vi in Three Acts (FF, FFM, preg, pregnant)
By Me (from my archives, originally written (c) 2004) ACT 1: The Proposal "So, you wanna get married?" "Yeah, I guess so." "Be a little less enthusiastic if you can, b*tch" I couldn't help but anger back at the love of my life. "You know I love you, Sharon." "And I love you, am so much in love with you, Kate, or I wouldn't be proposing; shessshhhh, finish your champagne and let's get out of here." Geez, our third anniversary as a couple, our second time ever being able to afford dinner at Aurora's, and our first argument, ever. She took a tiny sip the liquid passion of her half-gone champagne flute, but didn't take a deep draught. I knew she didn't have her contacts in, I was counting on that fact, but she had to drink it all the way down, dammit. "Don't be mad at me, please" she now trying to smooch me publicly as a few other patrons in the candlelit restaurant impolitely gawked over our way. "I'm not mad at you." "Yes, you are. I told you how I feel about that, about marriage. Only if we can have kids, you, Sharon, having our kids." "I've thought about it, and yes, love of my life, I'll have our children." Her gaze became a tunneling from her eyes into my mine and into my very soul. She knew I was telling the truth. "When did you decide this?" her arm now around my shoulder and she scooted closer to me still in the corner booth. "I was going to save it as a surprise, for after you accepted my proposal, but since you've already said 'no', just forget it." "I didn't say 'no', my love, I said 'yes'." "You said you 'guess so'." "Let's don't fight. We've never fought before, let's don't fight now, honeybunch. You wanna get married or not?" that smile that could melt a thousand icebergs beaming back at me. "Yeah, honey-wunny-bunny-wumpy, I want to marry you. Finish your champagne and let's get out of here. With one long draught the flute was tipped and the ring at the bottom of the glass otherwise invisible to her incredibly bad vision hitting the back of her throat almost gagging her, she somehow recovering and spitting it out on the plate of half-eaten veal in front of her as a couple of waitpeople rushed over for a moment to see what was wrong. "I just proposed, and she just said 'yes'" I showing our waiters the ring which had hit the plate with an audible "clank", they politely if a bit sarcastically clapping before fading back into the dim of the restaurant. "Marry me, Kate, and let me have your, our, children" I slipping the full carat stone on her finger. "Yes, Sharon, my love, I will marry you, for all eternity." ACT 2: The Consummation Billy, actually Professor William James Henry Peterson, my old biology professor at UNC whom I had stayed good friends with since my graduation a few years back, had been amenable when I popped the question to him: "Billy, would you like to be the sperm donor to Kate and myself, so we can have our child together?" He was bi, well, he was more male than female oriented but definitely bi and I knew that he had always wanted to get married and be a father but knew because of his orientation that probably wasn't in the cards for him. He was tall, dark, handsome, an IQ of over 200, a natural athlete who had played on the men's basketball team at UNC but never started there because of nagging knee and ankle injuries, and no major malfunctions as far as he knew of both sides of his respective families' genetic histories. "Shall we begin?" "Yes, Sharon, let's." "Anything I can do, we can do, to help?" "Well, Kate, if you wouldn't mind, could you get naked too, and maybe the two of you fool around some?" "Billy, my haggy-faggy, you still are such a guy at times!" Kate playfully teased him as she quickly got undressed and joined me on the bed, embracing me, kissing me, petting me, kissing me. "Yeah, and your point is?" he equally teasing back as he began slowly stroking his cock as he sat in my heirloom Victorian wingback chair just three or four feet from us, one hand holding his cock and the other a brand-new sterile 2000cc Erlenmeyer flask. He truly was a true friend. Only a true friend would even think of consenting to signing over all parental rights to a potential offspring. He would part of our, Kate's and my child's life, but only very limitedly so, and on our, not his, terms. Kate sucked on my breasts and rubbed my pussy splayed open before him, his mouth now sucking air a little harder, but her fingers not penetrating inside me, not wanting to take even the slightest chance of screwing things up by introducing something foreign into my vagina. We had been planning tonight for six months, and we both only wanted to do this one time if at all possible, if we could get that lucky. His stroking became harder and faster, she slapped at my open pussy and slapped my tits while kissing me and he came, and came, and came, just barely thinking enough to shove the end of his dick into the mouth of the sterile flask as his spurts began. "Pillows up, butt up, Billy bring that sample over here, now" Ms. Kate The Kommander barked to me and our willing third, I leaning back on the bed flat as I shoved three or four thick pillows under my butt and she got out the proverbial but actual turkey baster from inside the previously autoclaved opened oven bag. Strange how food and sex, even the accoutrements of each, always seem to go together, hu? The baster was cold and large and hurt as my wife shoved inside me, squirting the drawn masculine half of Billy's contribution to our, Kate's and mine, family inside me, deeply. "You're welcome to stay but things are pretty much done for tonight" she spoke to Billy as he began putting his clothes back on and her eyes fixed on mine and not once looked at him, a silent message that yelled volumes to him. He looked at me and my eyes met his for a moment. I smiled. He smiled back, a sad one. I knew he wanted to "donate" his sperm the "old-fashioned" way with his own semen injector inside me, but we had agreed that wouldn't be the case, ever. He was simply doing a favor for a close friend and her wife, that's all. The look on his face was so sad, though. "Billy, call me next week?" my eyes imploring him not to feel too hurt, trying to send him good-vibe "thank you's" through the miles of three feet ether between us. "Yeah, uh, maybe" was all he said as he quickly turned to leave. ACT 3: The Future "Do you know how beautiful you are to me, Mrs. Parsons-Smith?" my wife cooed to me as we made our way inside our home off of Kinsey Street near campus as the chill of the North Carolina February winter nipped at our fresh heels not tar ones, our little Josephine Myra bundled safely inside her swaddling blankets in my arms. "Yeah, I think I do" my smile sincere, my love real, my post-partum pain from giving birth just three days ago being fucking beyond belief even with the percoset pills they had given me. Now I know why mothers never talk with their daughters about what it's like, the actual level of pain involved, in giving birth, because no woman in her right mind would ever have a child if they knew beforehand and the species known as humans would die within a generation or two. "Then kiss me!" she implored but a huge cramp from nowhere almost doubled me over before her lips could met mine, I stumbling towards the couch at the other side of the living room. Then her, my, our, little Josie's eyes met mine and she smiled that perfect smile at me and all was right with the world, I flopping my loose blouse and nursing bra open to her wanting of hope and nourishment, she sucking at my font of pure unadulterated love, reaching for the connection that binds mother to child, madonna to prepusician, time to eternity. All the heartache of conception, all the inconvenience of pregnancy, all the pain of her birth suddenly became worth it, and then some. "I love you" my wife whispered in my ear as her mouth found the nape of my neck, sucking on my passion point that she hadn't touched in weeks. "I love you too, but not now" leaning into her a little nudging her away, but she wouldn't be denied. "And why not? My wife nursing our child, and." "Exactly. You knew that Josephine would be our life for the next eighteen years before" "Yes, but that doesn't mean." "Yes, it does." "No, it doesn't" and with that a familiar hand remembered but not felt in a good while slipped down past the elastic of my stretch pants. "Kate, No! You remember what the doctor said, no sex for six weeks!" "She said no vaginal sex for six weeks, deery-one, no vaginal sex; shut up and enjoy; let our Josephine nurse at one while I nurse at the other" and with that the other free breast gorged with milk and crying for relief though I never would have admitted that to her was soon filling my wife and lover's mouth with its own share of one of my many essences as the fingers of her free hand found my clit, pushing my hospital-childbirth-sized-pad inside my panties aside enough to where she was using the locheal fluid leaking from my still-sore pussy to lubricate her lover's touch of my clit as she sucked on my right breast, our Josephine happily paying no attention to what her moms were doing next to her. "Ohhhhh, aaaahhhhh, ooohhhh!!!" was all could manage to barely say. God, I had missed her touch so much. Sharing the same bed but because of elevated fetal distress in the last trimester never daring to touch or otherwise get me excited. God, what a perfect wife I had married. "Shut up and enjoy, give it all to me, your milk, your blood, your love!" my Kate voice masterful but not demanding, giving and not taking. "You have it all, my wife, my blood, my milk, my love, my life, you are my life!" the speed of her fingers on my clit faster and faster still, stopping only for a second or two for a fresh dip into my well of life to refresh evidenced femininity my blood which had nourished our Josephine for all those months now nourishing, re-nourishing, the most wonderful of marriages that had brought her into this world. "God, I love you!" "I love you too!" "Hmmmrrrgggghhhh!!!" her mouth now chewing on my tit, my milk from that one temporarily drained, her fingers riding either side of my clit now making me come and come again. "God, Kate, marry me, please, marry me." "All day long, all day long, all eternity long" her eyes meeting mine as two fingers now redly sticky were shared between our lips kissing, our eyes glowing, our hearts soaring, our futures, forever. ~The End~ |
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