The television droned baseball play-by-play as Police Chief Morris stared out the rain streaked window. His fingers absently traced over the swollen belly of his wife, Annie.
"Willie, if you're not going to pay attention to the game, then pay attention to me."
He smiled down at her. Smiles didn't come naturally, but she could make him with just one word, 'Willie'.
"That's better. You almost look happy to be here."
"I've never been happier." It was true. Funny how this second marriage suited his hermit personality, when his first only frustrated him. Older and wiser now, this singular attachment grounded him, gave him something better than crime to ponder. Annie's cheerful disposition seemed unfettered by his stoic persona; his brooding exterior was just a porous membrane that her bubbly spirit filtered through.
"So, am I fat and ugly yet," she asked, crossing her eyes and sucking in her cheeks, making the freckles crowd together.
"Fugly? Never."
Her shirt was pushed up, so he could caress the baby through bare skin. It was a simple matter to lift the shirt over her swollen breasts and unhook the front clasp on the bra. "I'm going to be jelous, you know," said Bill, exposing the pink areolas. "I don't like to share my toys."
Annie closed her eyes and smiled when he circled one with a fingertip. "That's why I have two, one for you to play with and one to feed him."
"Him? I told you, I want a Daddy's girl."
"It's my body, and I want my first born to be a son -- Willie Junior. I want a little Willie, and a Big Willie." She rubbed her head against his crotch. "How is my Big Willie, anyway? I haven't seen him today." She wedged a hand in behind her head to cop a feel. "I think he'd like to come out and play."
"You think?"
Rolling onto her side, Annie opened the waistband. "Willie's getting excited." She reached inside his pants. "High big boy," said Annie, just before sucking its head between her lips. "Mmmm."
Bill snaked a hand into her stretchy shorts to do his part. The hairy feel of her crotch was new and exciting. She'd let her pubes grow out for the birth. The idea of unfamiliar doctors and nurses finding out she shaved down there embarrassed her for some reason.
Maybe it was a hormone imbalance, or maybe Annie felt insecure about her sex appeal. Whatever the case, Bill was the recipient of some good lovin' from his prego hottie. The reality of making a baby had energized their coitus. Combining DNA to form a new life proved to be an erotic miracle.
After a few minutes of fingering, Annie was ready. She released his cock and knelt on the sofa with her hands on the back and her bottom stuck out over the edge. Rear entry was the position most comfortable now.
Bill pulled down her shorts and panties. She lifted her knees, so they would come all the way off. Bending over her back, he kissed her shoulders, while reaching underneath to play with her swaying breasts and round tummy. Her ass felt good against his erection.
When he easily slipped a finger inside her liquid center, she moaned, "I'm ready." This usually meant Annie was close to orgasm. All he had to do was push in his cock and she would peak after a few strokes.
With one hand on her hip and the other on her ass for balance, Bill's hard-on disappeared. "Honey, you feel so good." She liked it when he talked.
Gripping the back of the couch for leverage, Annie pushed and pulled along his shaft at her own pace. Her butt jiggled a little more than it used to. That was okay. She'd always been on the skinny side. Now there were curves where none existed before.
"Hey, you polished Willie to a shine. Now you see him, now you don't. Now you see him--"
"Finger, finger, finger."
He reached around and teased her clit.
Her hips moved faster. "Oh yeah, oh yeah."
With the other hand, Bill massaged her bottom and thighs.
Her movements became erratic. "Now, now."
Grabbing her hips in both hands, he took control and thrust hard -- pulling her back while pushing forward. Their skin slapped with a lusty rhythm. A few seconds later, Annie stiffened and whimpered as the orgasm hit. She slouched down and pressed her face into the back cushion, overwhelmed by the flood of sensations.
Bill felt her flood lubricate his thrusts. Suddenly, it was like fucking a bowl of water, and Willie deflated. He'd reached his functional limitations. The ability to make love on demand was a young man's reality. Or, maybe it was the intrusive thoughts about the mysterious plane crash in the mountains that broke his concentration.
Bill rubbed her ass one more time. "Wow, that was great." He slipped out and pulled her onto his lap. She snuggled against his chest, while he petted and kissed her hair.
"You still love me, don't you?" she asked, holding her belly with both hands. "I know this wasn't part of the plan."
"What are you talking about?" Bill laid his hands over hers. "This was always part of the plan."
"Yeah, but not for a couple of years."
"It doesn't matter. I only wanted to wait in case you finally got smart enough to dump my old, droopy ass. But now you're stuck with me."
Bill pushed up her chin with a crooked finger and kissed her long and hard, unlike his manhood. Why DID he do the selfish thing and say yes? Why didn't he say, 'I don't want to get married, ever'? Then, she would have found someone her own age.
"You're not old. And I only want to have babies that look like you." She smiled, and added, "So you're stuck with ME, Officer Studdly Do-right."
Annie's reassurance helped, a little.
She stood up and stretched. "I'm going to take a nap." Leaning down with her hands on his knees, she looked him in the eye and said, "Why don't you go to the office, get whatever case you're thinking about off your mind, then come back here and screw me like a nympho wife deserves." After a quick grope of his balls, she left the room.
Annie was wise beyond her years, thought Bill, as he dialed the police station. "Hi Butch. Any news?"
The duty sergeant gave him an update. Nothing new, except Thomas DuBois stopped in to report he was staying at the Midway Motel.
"That's interesting. Makes me think he really did find something. I thought maybe he was just another crackpot trying to get attention. I'll swing by the Midway and talk to him again. If the chopper makes it up the mountain, give me a call."
A steady rain pounded against the windshield, making visibility as intermittent as the wipers. Ten minutes later, Bill stood beneath the leaking Midway Motel awning and rang the doorbell. When the door opened, he steeled himself. Tobias Wentworth was a crotchety old man.
"Well, well. Chief Morris, come on in."
He seemed abnormally happy. "How are you, Mr. Wentworth?"
"It's a good life if you don't weaken," he said, limping behind the front desk. He handed Bill a grainy, inkjet photo. "Just got a picture of my new grandson, Frederick Tobias Skinner."
"Congratulations." Bill handed it back, saying, "How's Penny doing."
"She says good, but with five kids, she's gotta be worn down to a nub."
"I think Penny can handle it. She always had a lot of energy." Summer nights in the backseat with energetic Penny were some of Bill's fondest memories.
"Yeah, she was a handful. But now she's settled down, and happy." Wentworth stared at the photo with an atypical look of fondness. "So, did you come by to tell me you caught my burglars?"
"No, Sir. I'm afraid not. Actually, I stopped to talk to one of your guests, Thomas Dubois."