The days were ticking by and mid-summer had arrived. It was really too late to try and change her mind now. She had always been a determined woman, and that hadn't changed one bit. Not only her determination to carry our baby to term, and not in her determination to make sure I don't do what her father did. I began to understand why he did what he did. With each passing day, I watched her life slip from her, little by little, and each day felt a little part of me die, as well. But she had one thing going for her that her mother didn't. She was about to give birth to a baby, our baby, and it would depend on us, me, to survive, a fact she reminded me of daily.
George had graciously given me paid leave for as long as I needed it, though I suspect Anne had something to do with it. We set up a terminal in the living room so I could work to distract myself, though I didn't know how productive I really was. Our days had fallen into a routine of sorts. Each morning we would get up; well, I'd get up, help her to the bathroom and then back to bed, settling her back on the bed in as comfortable a position as I could. I'd make breakfast for us both, usually a protein shake and scrambled eggs for her. It was about all her body would keep down in the morning. After breakfast, I'd help her shower and then, if the weather was nice, take her out to the patio and settle her there with a book to read. She didn't get much sleep at night, and spent most of the day just napping, in short spurts.
Once I had her settled, I'd try to work, always keeping an ear out for her call. I'd check on her often, bringing her lunch and snacks, as well as she could handle them. She did still need to eat, if nothing else, for the baby; but frequently it wouldn't stay down. But she tried. In the evening she'd come into the living room, we'd watch TV and talk with whoever came over. There was someone there every evening, sometimes more than one person. Katie, mom, Anne, Rose and even Victoria took turns coming over for a few hours to keep us company, and Mandy; well, she was there pretty much every night. Some evenings, like tonight, she'd elect to spend the night instead of waking up Aiden to take her home.
At Betsy's request, I was naked pretty much all the time, just in case the mood struck her, as she put it. The girls almost always got as naked, or close to it, as I was, not because Betsy asked them, but because, well, if I was naked, they wanted to be. "Just in case the mood struck us." Sometimes the mood was coaxed by Betsy, almost as if she were determined to make sure that I had plenty of sex, even if it wasn't all with her. She had made the comment, more than once, that once she had the surgery, her sex drive was going to be gone, and she wanted to make sure I still had plenty of opportunity.
Having naked women running around the house all the time, left plenty of opportunities for quick teases, or even sex. On quite a few occasions they had either jerked me off or given me a blow job, and if I didn't dip something, fingers or dick, into an exposed pussy as one of them bent over in front of me, well, Betsy was quick to suggest I should have. As a result, I had plenty of opportunities for sex. Betsy seemed to enjoy watching me be pleasured, sometimes even joining in a little, though climaxing seemed to cause her quite a bit of pain. Many mornings, when we showered, she'd play with me until I came, giggling like a little girl as I squirted my cum, all over her boobs. It was almost like a game to her, but a game she took very seriously.
Some nights, mom or Rose would also spend the night to help Betsy, who was having a harder and harder time making it through the night. She refused the pain medications, concerned what it would do to our baby, and so would sleep a little and need to move frequently. Sometimes getting up to sit in the rocking chair I'd moved to our room. The doctors said only two or three more weeks and they'd be able to take the baby c-section, then immediately do the surgery she so badly needed.
On nights when Mom or Rose stayed over, they sent me to go sleep in the guest room, so I could get some badly needed rest, while they slept with Betsy to be there to help her. Some of those nights were nights that Mandy was already using the guest bed, a coincidence that I knew damn well wasn't accidental.
"Are you as horny as I am?" Mandy whispered as I crawled into bed next to her one night.
"Maybe more. Your mom was teasing me a little while ago."
"She was huh? How was she doing that?"
"She was playing with herself so that I could see her doing it."
"You sure she was teasing you and not herself?"
"Why would she want to tease herself if she was going to stay over?"
"Oh, I don't know." She said noncommittally. "Never know what's in her mind anymore."
"Why is that?"
"She and dad have started playing around, not just as couples, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah, pretty sure I do." I answered as she snuggled against me. I felt her hand slide down and find my mostly hard dick and grasp it.
"Today is a sorta special day for me," she whispered.
"It is? Why's that?"
"Because I'm not legally married any longer. My divorce was finalized today." She whispered in my ear before kissing my earlobe. "Would you like to help me celebrate?"
"I'm betting that I can guess how."
"I bet you can," she said, softly. She rolled over on top of me and guided me to her pussy. I felt how wet she was, as she rubbed my head between her lips, spreading her moisture over my engorged mushroom. She lowered herself down on me, my fat cock spreading her as she slowly sank down over it. "Mmmmmmmmm. I love how you feel in me."
"You always did feel good around me." I groaned in pleasure as she leaned toward me. I saw her in the near darkness, only the street light sneaking in around the curtains lighting the room at all. She cupped one breast and aimed it toward my mouth. I opened it and let her squeeze little streamers of her milk into my mouth, with a soft, little girl giggle that I always found so enticing.
