As it turned out, my first pregnancy with my wife could be broken into pretty distinct weeks.
Week One - The Hormone Blast
The preparation for implantation involved huge doses of a variety of hormones. The primary result, and reason for the pills and injections, was to get her womb ready of course. But the unintended although, as I would find from Dr. Jim, not unanticipated result was an over-the-top increase in libido.
She was insatiable. She was an eating, drinking, peeing, pooping, sex-crazed animal. I would feed her, kiss her as she sat on the toilet, offer her the ice water or iced tea we kept on the little bedside table, and she would want, no, she would
demand
sex.
I gave her orgasms with my mouth and she would be, well, "quiet" for a few minutes but then want it again.
When she went to sleep, exhausted from what I had been doing to her with my mouth for an hour or so, I snuck out, and that's what it felt like, I was sneaking out, and called Dr. Jim sitting on the front porch swing.
He laughed when I told him what was going on.
"There's nothing wrong," he managed and then broke down laughing again.
"Look, David," he said, finally calmed down, "Go by the
CVS
on Alsip Street, I'll call in a prescription for you."
"Prescription?" I asked.
"Yes, David, a prescription," he said, and there was the chuckle again, "We'll try Viagra first, and if that doesn't work well move on to Cialis and Levitra."
"BONER PILLS?" I asked.
There was the laughter again.
"David, Nancy is awash in hormones right now. Remember puberty, when you were nothing but a large hormone in tennis shoes? Well, that's where she's at right now," he said. "It will pass but if you want to keep her happy until it does, take the pills, keep your dick hard, and love her."
"You're serious?" I asked.
"David," he said, chuckling, "there are one hell of a lot of men in the world who would give one hell of a lot to change places with you."
And it was my turn to laugh.
"Okay, Doc," I said, "send in the prescription. I need to get over there before the big brunette machine wakes up and heads out on the prowl."
He laughed and said, "It's on the way and I'll ask them to expedite."
I didn't exactly race to the drugstore but I damn sure didn't dawdle. I really wasn't sure what would happen if Nancy woke up and I wasn't there.
The prescription was ready and the druggist (okay, the pharmacist if we're being formal) asked if it was my first time. I thought he looked at me a little funny but I explained that my wife was pregnant and demanding and I needed the help.
I guess that's not all that unusual because he just nodded and told me to be careful and if the erection just wouldn't go away I needed to get to the emergency room.
"How will I know?" I asked.
He chuckled and said, "Don't worry, a pain like that is reminder enough."
I headed back and found Nancy in the kitchen, drinking iced tea and pacing like a caged tiger.
"Where the fuck...," she started and I stopped her with a kiss.
"David, I...," and I stopped her again with a kiss and my hand on her back.
"Da...," but she stopped when I dropped to my knees and took those dangling lips into my mouth.
It was a blowjob, plain and simple. I sucked a mouthful of the soft tissue and began bobbing my head, trying to look as much like a woman on her knees servicing a man as I could.
And it worked.
I felt the tension of anger leave and the tension of arousal replace it.
When her fingers started running through my hair it felt like some sort of crisis had passed and when she started talking, and encouraging me, I settled into giving her what she wanted. Hell, what she needed.
"That's right, Baby," she said.
"Ooooooooh yeah, like that," she said.
"God I love your mouth," she whispered.
My hands on her ass felt the sudden tension as her orgasm neared and I slowed what I was going with my mouth.
"Oh you bastard," she groaned, entwining her fingers in my hair and twisting.
I eased the pressure more, opening my mouth, breaking my latch on that soft tissue, just holding her while my tongue probed slowly.
"BABY!" she groaned, her fingers twisting in my hair now, pulling me to her.
I brought her along slowly, taking her close and stopping, liking the way she was arching her body, the way she jerked on my hair, demanding, getting desperate, and the way her voice softened until it was a barely audible, whispered, "Please."
When I finished her I pulled off, like she did with me sometimes when it was her on her knees, and accepted her female ejaculation on my face and in my hair, feeling it soaking the chest of the T-shirt I wore.
When her breathing steadied I caressed those hanging lips with my face before standing.
Her breathing was easy as I stood.
Her eyes got big when she looked at my face and she giggled.
"Will you still kiss me?" I asked.
She smiled, reached behind my head, and pulled me down for a kiss.
"But I'm not going to let you wash your face, you bastard," she whispered in my ear after she broke the kiss. "Now feed me, I'm eating for two."
That first day, after breakfast, she led me to bed and wanted sex in the missionary position.
About an hour later she wanted it again and I said, "Hold that thought," as I went into the bathroom and popped one of the Viagra pills.
The only time she let me out of bed that first day was to go to the bathroom and make lunch and then dinner.
I made love to her five times and in between I nursed and caressed and generally played with her.
The rest of week one was much the same. She liked standing as I gave her a morning blowjob after she finished her morning toilet and we showered. She decided she liked it right there, outside of the shower, clean and warm, freshly dried, with me on my knees on the soft rug that cushioned our feet (and my knees) from the cold tile floor.
She went through phases. For two days she wanted it doggie fashion, sometimes vaginally, sometimes anally.
One day she wanted to be on top, sometimes cowgirl style facing me, sometimes reverse cowgirl.
One day it was mutual oral sex, her on top first and then me on top with her hands on my ass pulling me deeper, triggering her gag reflex, the retching making her cum even harder than normal.
The last couple of days of that first week she wanted to make love, slow and easy, in the missionary position.
Week one was wonderful and I never had to contend with one of those dreaded four-hour erections.
Week Two Through Four - Pukefest
The second week started with my waking as she rolled quickly out of bed and moved, almost running, into the bathroom.
I followed and by the time I got to the bathroom she was on her knees, her arms hanging on the bowl, and she was throwing up violently and loudly.
I pulled her hair back, a bit late as it happened, the tips were wet, rubbed her back, and waited her out.
Okay, I'll admit it since it's just us talking here. I found the way her body worked, the way her back arched up, the way her ass clenched, with each wave of vomiting, oddly sexy. It was a woman's body working hard, and what could be more beautiful? The sheen of sweat that broke out as that violent retching went on just made her more attractive in my eyes.
I rubbed her back, my hand running from her ass to her neck and back slowly, and told her it was okay, that she was beautiful, that I was taking care of her.
Finally, the morning sickness passed and she hung there, panting, exhausted. Throwing up like that is hard work.
"Is it wrong that I want you right now?" I asked.
She giggled, weakly, and said, "Pervert."
She hung there, and I comforted her for several minutes before she pushed herself up, turned, sat, peed, and pooped while I held her hand and kissed her.
We showered and I walked her down to the kitchen, a little unsteady still.
"Ready for breakfast?" I asked.
She looked up weakly and said, "Maybe some toast?"
So I made some oat bread toast, buttered it, and smeared it with some of her favorite strawberry jam.
"Actually," she said, smiling, "I could use one of your omelets now."
So I made her breakfast and then fed her, enjoying her smile as I performed that little service for her.
She had settled down, so we only made love twice and I left the Viagra in the bottle.
The second morning of pukefest, while she was retching and I was holding her hair out of the way, I realized I could smell her aroused womanscent. As I was running my hand down her back, this time I didn't stop at her ass and touched her pussy. Sure enough, she was wet and slick.
"Go ahead, Pervert," she said between gasps, "you said you wanted to."
So I did.
Pukesex became part of our morning routine. It was an interesting sensation, the way she tightened when her body retched. I could feel her cervix pressing against me and found that an interesting sensation. A couple of times it got messy when she retched too hard but, by and large, it was good sex.
I did have to get the Viagra bottle out again, though. After the morning performance, she still wanted sex a couple of times a day so I relied on chemical enhancement.
Week Five through Fifteen - The Days of Rage
Then the hormones kicked in.
It started during the morning sickness.
