Victoria and Her Secrets

Scott and Victoria grow closer through a loss

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The week after her home pregnancy test showed positive, Victoria saw her Ob/Gyn, Dr. Winston. He confirmed her pregnancy and estimated a due date. Since this was her first pregnancy, he talked to her about symptoms she should worry about and a few she shouldn't. He had them in a small brochure as well.

About a month later, I was in the bathroom and had just gotten out of the shower to get ready for work when she screamed. I ran into the bedroom and she was standing by the bed with blood on her hand and running down her leg.

I tried to remain calm for her sake, but inside I was full of fear. We got her dressed and raced to the hospital, where an Ob/Gyn on duty examined her and talked to both of us.

"Victoria, you have had a miscarriage. I suspect, based on my examination so far, that you have no pregnancy tissue left inside you, which is great news. I want to take a few minutes to confirm that, though, but first let's talk about your feelings."

I sat and listened to this wonderful doctor, who was soft-spoken, matter of fact, but conscious of how Victoria felt. She was emotionally crushed.

He told her a miscarriage this early was often thought to be a problem with the egg or the sperm getting a bad copy of DNA. Somehow, her body may have recognized that. Perhaps it was not a viable conception. Maybe it didn't respond properly to inputs from her body. It's possible the egg was in the wrong location. For whatever reason, her body decided to terminate it. It's a natural process and no one's fault.

He then took a few minutes to examine her more carefully with a small video probe. He pronounced her clean, with no further treatment needed.

Victoria asked whether she had done anything wrong. He smiled, put his hand on her shoulder and told her no. It was not her fault, just nature's way of correcting something that went wrong in conception.

"Doctor, I need to ask something. I have a background I'm not proud of, but I used some drugs for a few years. Mostly uppers. Fortunately, I never got into hard stuff like heroin. Could that be the cause of this?"

"I doubt it. Here's what I think you two should do. This is what I would do with my wife in this circumstance. Go away for a wonderful relaxing weekend. Go for long walks together. Sit together and kiss. Don't worry about sex or trying to get pregnant right away. It's fine to have sex, just don't make it your goal to get pregnant. Your body will sort things out and pregnancy will happen when it's ready. Reconnect and find solace with each other.

"If you aren't pregnant within six months, go see Dr. Winston, but I think you'll be pregnant, and the odds are good you will have a normal pregnancy."

We got her checked out of the hospital. Of course, she got the wheelchair ride while I went to get the car.

Victoria was crying as we drove home. I had no idea what to say, but I began to see the wisdom of his advice. I had an idea.

When we got home, she walked into the house normally, showing no signs of trouble.

"I want to take a shower, then I'd like you to hold me."

While she was in the shower, I called Liz and gave her the news. I also explained what I had in mind to follow the doctor's advice.

"Scott, thank you for calling. I don't want to rush over and elevate her emotions. Just let her know we've talked and I'm available if she wants to talk."

Of course, when Victoria came out of the bedroom in her robe, I told her and she called Liz. She told me later her mom had been upbeat about it and told her she had two early miscarriages like that and immediately got pregnant again. One of them that followed a miscarriage was Victoria.

She seemed a little brighter when she got off the phone.

I also called my office and talked with the senior partner. He told me in no uncertain terms I was not to show my face in that office for a week. He knew my secretary had a handle on all my current work, and he would reassign or reschedule the work as appropriate.

"Scott, I don't want you to misunderstand. Your most important duty right now is your wife, and I will be sorely pissed if I catch you trying to work on anything for the next week."

"Thanks, Jack. I really appreciate your support."

Victoria and I sat on the sofa, or rather, I sat, and she laid down with her upper body in my arms, facing me.

"Babe, I know you're disappointed. We're both disappointed, but millions of women miscarry every year. I appreciated what the doctor had to say. It may have been me who sent inadequately trained sperm into you."

She smiled through her tears. "I just had a visual of a sperm heading to war with a helmet too big and a uniform that doesn't fit. Almost a funny movie."

I started laughing. "We should propose it as a plot."

"I love you, Scott. I'm sorry this happened, but I've gotten through worse things, by far."

That was music to my ears!

"I agree. Remember, you are the most courageous and strong woman I know."

I held her for a few minutes and then shared my idea.

"Remember the first time we took my boat out and you asked about the cabin? You went down to look at it and came back smiling. Were you having sexy thoughts about us down there?"

She blushed visibly. "I was. Really erotic thoughts. I saw that bed and thought of being there with you inside me as the boat gently rocked during the night."

"I was thinking we could take the boat out for 2-4 days and spend time doing whatever we want. We can sleep on the boat, explore the lake and various islands. We can sunbathe. You can even avoid tan lines this time."

"Don't you need to go to work?"

"I'm under orders from Jack to spend the next week with you, and he told me he would be seriously pissed with me if I tried to work on anything during the week. He's making sure everything I was working on gets handled."

"That's so wonderful of him! I need to send him a thank you card. Scott, I think that sounds wonderful. Let's take the boat out and stay as long as we want. I'll ask Mom to take Roscoe for the week, unless you want to bring him."

"It might be fun to take Roscoe. If we decide to have sex, I'll lock him in the bathroom."

"Chicken!"

"You're right. Your turn to be on top."

It did my heart such good to see her humor showing through!

We made a shopping list for groceries. The boat has a compact kitchen, but it's basic. We planned on food for five days. If we decided to stay longer, we'd stop at a landing with a store nearby.

"Bring your bikini, Babe."

"I will, but I also have one you haven't seen yet. Remember when I described two suits as conservative and not at all conservative? Well, I don't know it's official designation, but this one is way past the not at all conservative bikini you've seen. Maybe I'll even bring some lingerie, just in case I can't keep my hands off you!"

"Are you going to be able to miss class?"

"I'll email each of my professors. One nice thing about being a senior, an older senior at that, is they will go out of their way to help me."

I told her the temps would be slightly lower, but there was no rain in the forecast for the next week.

"Scott, this sounds perfect. I need you to know something. The doctor seemed to discourage sex. I asked him about that after you left to get the car. He said he just meant not to focus on it to conceive immediately, to put pressure on ourselves. I'm thinking I may want you to have your way with me, and maybe I'll even mention Raquel."

I loved her thinking about normal stuff like that. I knew she wasn't done crying, but she was remarkably resilient!

Later that day we eased the boat out from the marina. I had talked with the harbor master and given him my cell number and our plans, as far as we knew them.

Roscoe was excited to be on the boat with us. A big adventure. He was on the bow, watching everything and quivering with excitement at all the water.

It was about 5 pm when we dropped anchor near where we had gone the first time, when we swam and sunbathed. We needed to be closer to the island so we could take Roscoe onshore to do his business. This was close to where I saw her breasts for the first time!

Victoria apparently had the same thoughts. She whispered in my ear: "I bet you won't stare as much if sunbathe topless again."

Such a tease. I'll stare more this time.

We decided to swim a little. Roscoe watched us jump in, but being a water breed, he couldn't resist, and dove in after us. We watched him carefully as he paddled around, and after a few minutes I carried him up the ladder. He immediately evaded me and dove in again!

No one ever said he had a brilliant mind!

We all got out of the water and used one of the towels we brought to dry him, and then he shook water all over both of us. Victoria was laughing! I was glad we brought Roscoe.

It was too late for any sunbathing, so we went in the cabin and changed out of our swimsuits. We hung them over a towel rod in the bathroom.

Victoria started making one of the packaged meals we picked out. One of those Hamburger Helper sort of packages. The smell had Roscoe's attention!

I showed Victoria where I stowed a table that we could set up by the seats in the stern, and we ate there. It was quiet and peaceful. After we ate, Victoria leaned against me. I put my arm around her and held her close as we watched the sun setting.

It had been a difficult day.

We sat and talked about what we wanted to do the next day and then decided to get some sleep.

Victoria was immediately in her favorite position. My arm around her, her head on my shoulder, and her arm across my chest.

"Scott?"

"Yeah, babe."

"Thanks for loving me. This wasn't much fun today, but you've been wonderful. I'm so glad I married you, even if you did recruit a loser sperm."

We were both laughing over that.

"I'll try to do better."

"I think I want you to make love to me tomorrow night, so go over your training plans."

Roscoe slept on his half of the bed and allowed us to snuggle together on the other half. I woke up a couple of hours later and thought I was going to die from the fumes of his farting. Brain cells surely died!

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The next day I made breakfast. Eggs and hash browns. I showed Victoria how I like to put syrup on my hash browns. She mocked me and then decided it was good.

We swam and sunbathed. This time she was al fresco, I was horny, looking at that magnificent body, but reluctant to do anything about it until she initiated it.

"Babe, that erection looks uncomfortable."

"It is."

"Well, if I'm going to cause you discomfort, I think I should be obligated to relieve your suffering."

She rolled over to me and gave me a blowjob. I filled her mouth with a torrent of cum. She swallowed.

"I wish I could get pregnant this way, too! Then it wouldn't drain down my legs."

I was still staring. And hard.

We were lazy all day long. A little swimming, napping together, and evacuating the cabin when Roscoe farted.

After dinner we sat on the bow and watched the sunset.

"Baby, you wait here while I go change. I'll call you when I'm ready."

It was a while before she called, but I was immediately on my way to the cabin. As I came down the stairs, I saw the most beautiful woman I've ever known, dressed in a classic black set. Bra, thong, garter and stockings. Heels. Forget the al fresco look. She oozed sexuality.

I took her in my arms, and we kissed. She undressed me and knelt in front of me to remove my boxers, and made love to my cock, kissing it, taking it gently into her mouth, and stroking me until I was hard.

"Scott, please make soft, gentle love to me tonight. I want you to caress me, kiss me, touch me and enter me. Then I want you to make me cum and cum inside me. All the things I love."

I saw no reason to refuse any portion of that. It was fun to undress her and kiss her body. An hour later we lay next to each other, gasping for breath.

"You follow instructions well, you stud! You know, you made me cum three times before you entered me. I was nearly exhausted before you pounded me nearly to oblivion. What happened to soft?"

"Hey, it was soft... until it wasn't."

"I loved it. You are the most amazing man. You sure know how to light a 'grill'! Should we let Roscoe out now?"

"Yeah, and I need to swim to the island with him so he can do his business."

Roscoe wandered around the island a while, but finally got down to business. I carried him back to the boat and used a towel to dry off. I removed my suit and walked down the stairs into the bedroom. There was my beautiful wife, stark naked, on her stomach, with handcuffs on her wrists and her ankles. They weren't attached to anything yet, but I saw she had also brought some things looped around under the bed that could be looped through the handcuffs on the other end and fastened with Velcro.

"I'm sorry I was a bad girl, officer. My name is Raquel."

We had so much fun! Once I tied her down properly, I kissed her all over and then I pleasured her with my tongue until she screamed. Then Raquel got boned, doggy style. Once my throbbing cock finished dumping new recruits into her, I laid on her back and kissed her neck. She was smiling.

"Scott, you heal me so well! Thank you for that. It was the perfect mix of sweet and rough. Did you like the handcuffs?"

"Raunchy Raquel. My second favorite girl. I'm glad you know her."

We slept naked again. We also evacuated again to the deck a few hours later. I avoid thinking about the times I don't wake up and the level of permanent brain damage Roscoe might be causing.

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We spent two more days on the lake. One of the days we motored to a large island and spent much of the day there, wandering along paths, holding hands, and giving Roscoe belly rubs. We sat on a log for a while, my arm around Victoria.

"I feel so happy with you, Scott. You're like my warm blanket when I'm sad. Thank you for this week."

"I'm glad we did this. We need to have these times together and not get trapped into day in and day out routine. We need to reconnect every week, but also on special days like this. We both need it. And I know we'll be using those handcuffs again."

"Speaking of the handcuffs, I think Raquel will arrest you one night and put you in cuffs."

We both sat on that log, laughing. I married a wonderful, strong woman.

A few days later we pulled into the marina, flushed the holding tank and refueled. Roscoe was standing on the bow, like he was calling out directions for me. He's better at that than being a guard dog!

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Victoria returned to classes a couple of days later, and I went back to the office, but not before we had a serious talk about our marriage. We decided to make every Friday night our date night and also make love that night. We were still making love two to three times a week, but we promised each other never to let a week go by without making love.

Raquel did follow through on that arrest threat. She walked in the garage door in this cheap cop's uniform. Sexy cop sort of thing. She handcuffed me and dragged me to the bedroom, did a striptease for me and then tied me.

She knelt by my shoulders and lowered her pussy to my mouth. She teased me with it, allowing me only a small lick before raising out of my reach. Then she sucked on my nipples until I was pulling at the restraints, trying to cope with the intense feelings. It was no surprise she finished with me in her mouth, with a most memorable blowjob.

After that, she worked on me to get me hard again and then rode me cowgirl to her finish... and mine. It was a lot of fun, but I was relieved when she searched for and found the handcuff key!

I was also working to catch up on my work for clients. Fortunately, the pressing things had been handled, and handled well, by a young attorney whom I mentored. Within a week, with my nose to the old grindstone, I was caught up. Long days, but I felt satisfied.

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A few weeks later, I pulled the car into the garage, got out and found a note on the door into the kitchen.

My dearest Scott:

This is the first of several clues to my location. Go to the refrigerator and look for the next clue.

Your loving wife

I had to do a little searching in the refrigerator, only to discover it was taped to the outside. I had missed it!

Dear Scott,

Congrats on finding this clue. When you make toast, after you get out the toaster, you look in the bread drawer. Start there now.

Your lover

I opened the bread drawer and saw nothing. It was under the loaf of bread.

To my dear husband and father of our child,

I've been waiting for you in our bed. You could have made your search shorter by starting there.

From the mother of your child

I ran to the bedroom. Victoria was in bed, naked, holding a pregnancy test. A big smile on her face.

I got in bed with her, and we kissed. No words were needed. Without ever saying anything, she undressed me, mounted me and slowly worked us both to climaxes.

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I knew Victoria would spend months worrying. We got her into pre-natal care immediately and Dr. Winston was wonderful with her, reassuring her. I brought her flowers every Friday night as part of our date/sex night. We still had sex several times a week, but as the months progressed, she struggled with her favorite position. Missionary position was awkward with a ball between us.

She decided she liked cowgirl best now, because she could control depth that way. Now and then she still wanted me to take her doggy style, and she got quite aroused when I spanked her, and I loved her screams! Freud be damned!

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Victoria completed her final exams of her senior year and prepared for graduation. She was the valedictorian for the business school at the university. I sat with Matt and Liz and we cheered wildly for her as she crossed the stage and received her diploma.

I was crying as I cheered. So was Liz. We looked at each other and laughed and hugged.

"Scott, thank you for this day. I know Victoria had to do the work, but your support and love made it easier for her."

That night, Victoria came out of the bathroom entirely naked--except for her graduation cap.

"Which side of the cap does the tassel go on for making love?'

She wore it as she rode me. We were both crying for joy.

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One month before her due date, she had a little bleeding and freaked out. Dr. Winston talked her off the ledge, checked out our daughter's heart and pronounced everything fine.

I held her in my arms that night. She was tired. That was true of most days... and nights. She still wanted sex--not as an obligation--she really desired it. We did what we could. I tried to help with a lot of oral sex and loved watching her orgasms wash over her.

A week before her due date, I was just backing the car out of the garage when she called me. Her water had broken, right after kissing me goodbye! I'll have trouble living that down.

We were soon at the hospital. Dr. Winston met us and reassured both of us. Everything was normal, he said, but I knew Victoria was even more scared than I was. Nurses wheeled her away and into a delivery room. Dr. Winston stayed behind to talk to me.

"I know you're both really nervous. Everything looks perfect. Come with me and we'll get you scrubbed and gowned."