Chad Stephens was a lucky man. He had a wife, a lover, and an Office Whore in his bed, and they were all the same woman. He watched her belly, very swollen with their child, rise and fall as she breathed.
She’d had a difficult time falling asleep last night because the baby had been awake and kicking up a storm.
“I swear this baby is trying to dance its way out of me lately,” Reina had joked last night.
So, he let her sleep a little longer. It was no hardship to watch her like this, all peaceful and glowing. Pregnancy had only made her more beautiful. Yes, he was a lucky man, indeed.
“Why are you staring at me?” she asked, her eyes still closed.
Chad laughed, “How do you know I am staring at you?”
“I can feel it,” she said, stretching her arms above her head.
“If you stretch like that, Mrs. Stephens, you’re going to give me naughty ideas,” Chad mused.
Reina smirked, “I like naughty ideas.”
Chad slid down under the covers between her legs and planted wet kisses on her inner thighs.
“Mm, don’t start something unless you mean to see it through,” she warned. He’d been a tentative lover lately, and she’d been left frustrated a few times by his well-intentioned but unnecessary concern over the fact that she was in her third trimester. Even vanilla sex had started to become a rare treat. She just didn’t want him giving her false hope if he didn’t intend to follow through.
He looked up at her, the covers over his head like a veil, and gave her a goofy grin. Then disappeared under the sheets again and began to devour her. God, it felt so good!
His tongue explored every tender pink fold while his fingers dipped inside to draw out some of her sweet honey. Once coated, those fingers began to play with her rosebud until they slid into her ass, opening it up, causing her to gasp.
His teeth set about the task of nibbling on her clit, and within minutes, she was writhing and panting. He felt her arch and shudder, and then she exploded in his mouth.
“Mm, you taste so fucking good, Reina!” Chad moaned.
“God, that was exactly what I needed! Thank you so much! At least let me return the favor,” she said, grinning.
“Later,” he said, surprising her. “My stomach is growling. I’m going to go make us some breakfast.”
“Oh, okay,” she said. She supposed she was hungry too. But it was unlike Chad to turn down oral pleasure. In fact, she couldn’t recall a time when he’d put off one of her amazing blow jobs unless he were busy at work.
When she came down to the breakfast table, she saw him texting someone. He seemed oblivious to the fact that she had even entered the room.
“Earth to Chad!” she said, trying to sound like she was teasing and not annoyed.
“Oh, sorry, baby,” he said absent-mindedly.
“It’s fine. Is breakfast ready?” she asked.
He looked at her like a deer in the headlights, “Breakfast?”
“Yeah, you know. You were so hungry that you turned down a blow job so you could come down and make us breakfast,” she said, unable to hide her irritation now.
“Oh, gosh, of course,” he said. But his attention was on his phone again.
“Never mind,” Reina said curtly. “I’ll make breakfast.”
Chad looked up from his cell, “Oh, thanks, babe!” But he was too preoccupied to notice the hurt in her eyes.
She looked down at her belly, quite swollen with pregnancy, and figured he just didn’t find her sexy right now. At least he’d been considerate and made her cum this morning.
She made some scrambled eggs and toast and set Chad’s on the table before him. He was texting again and didn’t seem to notice that food had just been placed in front of him. Reina didn’t have the emotional energy to deal with whatever was going on with him. So, she just sat down across from him and ate her breakfast in silence.
When she finished, Chad had barely touched his food. Annoyed but unwilling to start an argument, she cleared her dishes and left him sitting alone.
His inattentiveness was not the only thing bugging her. He’d been acting odd and secretive lately, and it was starting to grate on her nerves. What bothered her the most was that he’d been so completely enamored with her for the first and second trimesters. He had doted on her but also kept his promise about continuing to enjoy lighter BDSM with her.
But recently, it was like pulling teeth most of the time to get him to even touch her. There were a few exceptions, like this morning’s delightful oral treat, but normally if she didn’t bring it up, he didn’t either.
She spent the rest of the morning reading the books about newborns that she’d gotten at her baby shower the week before. After a while, she thought about grabbing one of her erotic novels from her bookshelf but figured it would get her aroused, and she wasn’t at all sure if she could depend on Chad to be interested. She could always masturbate, but that felt weird to do so with Chad somewhere else in the house.
While she was excited about the baby, she missed being tied up and spanked. It had been weeks since they played in the attic dungeon. And now, with Chad acting strange, her only conclusion was that he had lost interest in her sexually.
She went looking for Chad in the house and found him asleep on the couch. Reina sighed. She grabbed a blanket to put over him and saw a text notification pop up on his phone, which was on the coffee table. It was from a number she didn’t recognize.
Hey, I’m looking forward to later. Does she suspect anything?
Reina’s heart hurt, and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Now at least she knew why Chad was acting so secretive. Obviously, something was going on between him and someone else. She thought about waking him up, but she was too miserable to confront him. She left him sleeping and went upstairs to curl up on the bed. She felt a good cry coming on, and she sure as hell didn’t want to do it in front of Chad.
An hour later, Chad found her on the bed surrounded by tissues. Had she been crying? He sighed. Her moods were all over the place lately. He knew he was partly at fault. She was craving sex even more with the pregnancy hormones running rampant. But he just worried about hurting the baby at this point.
“Hey, baby, are you okay?” he asked softly. He went to put his hand on her shoulder, and she pulled away. He sighed. She was clearly not okay. Maybe he should reschedule what he had planned later.
“Look, I’m sorry about breakfast. I was a little preoccupied,” he said.
“A little?” she asked sarcastically. Although she felt like she couldn’t have any more tears left, she could feel herself on the verge again.
“Reina, talk to me,” he urged. “Tell me what has you so miserable.”
She shook her head. She felt humiliated and wondered how long he had been sneaking around behind her back.
“Rei, I’m sorry if I have said or done anything to hurt you. But it would help if you would talk to me,” Chad said quietly.
She felt fury rise through her entire being. She sat up and looked him in the eyes, “Oh, would it help you, Chad?”
He inhaled sharply. But if he were honest, he would prefer a shouting match over her forlorn silence.
“Do you have some plans later that you forgot to tell me about?” she asked, tears welling up in her eyes.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
“I’m talking about the fact that someone is looking forward to spending time with you tonight and asked if I suspected anything!” she shouted.
“You looked at my phone?” he asked. Immediately he realized that was the wrong thing to say.
“It was sitting on the coffee table. I noticed a text message coming in while you were sleeping on the couch. I was about to cover you up with a blanket,” she said, tears streaming down now. “I know I’m not sexy anymore, but I didn’t think you’d go behind my back!”
“Go behind your back?” he asked incredulously. She couldn’t have said anything more hurtful. “If you don’t trust me by now, Reina, then what the fuck are we doing here?”
“You never want to have sex with me anymore; you’ve been acting odd. What the hell am I supposed to think?” she cried.
“You’re supposed to think you’re extremely pregnant, and your husband is trying to be kind,” he yelled, feeling frustrated. “And we had sex this morning, which I did initiate, so I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No, Chad, we didn’t have sex. You ate my pussy and then refused a blow job. Maybe that is considered normal for other couples, but it’s not for us,” she said, trying to bring her temper and her voice to a calmer level. “And you still didn’t tell me why someone is looking forward to later and asked if I suspected anything.”
“Reina, besides my stupidity very early on in our relationship, have I ever given you cause to doubt me?” he asked somberly.
“No,” she admitted.
“Then why would you assume I would do anything to hurt you now?” he asked.
“You are hurting me, Chad!” Reina cried. “You think I haven’t heard you masturbating in the bathroom after you’ve told me you’re too tired for sex? Are you having phone sex with someone? Do you find me so fat and unattractive that you’d rather stroke your own cock than slide into my pussy?”
“Okay, fine!” Chad yelled. “I’ve been trying to be the kind and caring husband. I don’t want to do anything to hurt the baby. So, sue me for trying to be a good guy!”
“The doctor said sex is absolutely fine! Do you suddenly know more than the medical expert now?” she was exasperated. “And you have conveniently avoided answering my questions. Are you having an affair?”
“Your lack of trust hurts like a fucking knife, Reina!” he yelled. “I’ve done nothing to deserve that.”
“A simple yes or no is all I am asking for,” she said.
“You shouldn’t need to hear the words; you should trust me, but no, I’m not having an affair,” he said bitterly. “I’m sorry if I’ve been masturbating, but I feel like I’m banging into the baby’s head when I fuck you, and it made me worried.”
“That doesn’t explain why you have been turning down oral sex. My mouth isn’t pregnant!” she felt her hurt shifting to anger.
“Okay, fine, I’m worried about getting carried away. What if, in the heat of the moment, I lodge my cock in your throat and cut off your air for too long? I know you can handle that, but what will it do to the baby?” he blurted out, revealing his fears.
Her anger softened, “So, all of this is about not hurting the baby? You should have talked to me. Instead, you’ve made me feel like I’m undesirable and crazy.”
“I’m sorry, Reina, I just…this is just uncharted territory for me. I love you so much, and I’d never forgive myself if I hurt you or the baby because of my sexual needs,” he admitted.
Reina was quiet for a moment. When she finally spoke, she asked one more time, “Who is the person who texted you, and what are they looking forward to?”
“I know how much your back has been hurting. A friend of Gemma’s is training to be a massage therapist with a specialty in pregnancy massage. I arranged for her to come here as a surprise for you. Her name is Sally, and she needs hours of practice and was excited when I arranged for her to come over and get some time in. If you enjoyed it, I planned on having her come over once or twice a week. I didn’t tell you because I just wanted to do something special for you. You’re always doing thoughtful, special things for me. I just wanted to be the one to surprise you for a change,” he said.