My Darling Wife 1

This a tale about a man and his wife. I put under Loving Wives because they are a loving couple.

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Remember, it's fiction. That means it's not real.

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My adorable wife is every man's dream girl. She is beautiful on the inside and out. She has a 36 inch bust, 22 inch waist, and 34 inch hips. She is definitely built for child rearing, and in fact can't wait to start, at least she keeps reminding me about it.

My darling's name is Merrie, short for some Irish or Welsh name that I can't pronounce, and gave up trying soon after we met. She has these really large, expressive brown eyes, and has often told me that they were made for gazing at me and expressing without words how much in love with me she is, especially when we are gently making love to each other, rocking our bodies together, putting maximum pressure on her clit with my pubis as she strives to obtain maximum pleasure from her G spot as I gently move in and out of her.

Her really black hair reaches almost down to the top of her gorgeous derriere, and she wears it in a ponytail, secured high on her head. As she walks, it swishes in time to her stride. The movement of the left and right cheek of her derriere moves in a 'C' on her left cheek, and a 'Ↄ' on her right cheek with the whole movement resembling an infinity sign. It is beautiful to watch, and I do spend a lot of our walks together hanging back just a smidgeon so that I can witness those undulating buns, especially when they are secured in a pair of tight fitting jeans, or in the warmer months, in her short shorts which almost broach the bounds of indecency...but only almost.

Merrie of course, knows exactly what I am doing, and will occasionally look back at me and wink, and then throws a little more of a swish in her stride. She is also fully aware of what she is doing to my physical countenance, and will often cast a pointed gaze at the crotch of my pants or whatever I have on at the time, to see if she has had any obvious effect on me. If she has, and that is most of the time, she will grin, and whisper to me that I am so easy to affect. If she determines that I am not as erect as she is of the opinion I should be, she will go out of her way to tease me with whispered words of seduction, and advice as to what she will be doing with me at the next available moment in time. Like most red blooded horny 40 year old males, by the time we are able to consummate our lusty feelings, I am usually so fired up that it is small wonder that I can last more than a few minutes before I unleash several gallons of my pent up baby juices which Merrie accepts with sometimes shrieks of joy, and at others, muffled cries of orgasmic pleasure. Afterwards, when she has settled down to a few moans and has successfully regained her breath, and my heart rate has lowered itself to a more reasonable rate, she will grin and ask, "Is that all you've got, or is there more?"

We've been married for just under 2 years, and her biological clock is running at warp speed, and she keeps on at me to get with the program and put her with child.

Well, I'm trying. It's not as though we are making love only a couple of times a week, no, no. Almost every night we are at it, well except when she has her period. If I am home during the day, as I am wont to be at different times, we have been known to let our passions escape in the kitchen with her bent forward onto the kitchen table, or sat with her legs in the air and well-spaced apart so that I can reach between them and suck her pretty kitty while humming on her clit, bringing her to shrieking orgasms, quite often causing her to squirt copious amounts of her juices all over my face and upper body. Then when I enter her, she will flail about until she secures me with her arms clasped tightly about my back while her legs grasp me in as great a scissors hold that would bring envy to any of the WWE wrestlers that we watch together. For some reason, she gets as horny as a bitch in heat when we watch those performances, even though we are both fully aware of the acting abilities, as well as the feats of strength, of the wrestlers that appear on our wall mounted large screen opposite our bed.

And, I have to say, that we both take advantage of that horniness whether the wrestling has concluded or not.

There are times as well when I capture her in the lounge, and then I will either bend her over the back of the couch while I have my wicked way with her, especially if I can sneak into the house without her knowing. At other times, I have entered the house letting her know that I am home. As she comes to greet me with a sizzling kiss and an anaconda's hug, I grab her and sling her over my shoulder and march our way to the bedroom while she shrieks and screams her objections to my caveman like behaviour. Then I throw her down onto the bed and almost tear off her clothes while she grasps my apparel in her attempt to divest me of it as soon as she can. Foreplay is almost non-existent from that point, as we are both physically ready to mount and be mounted, in the age old bonds of love.

On this occasion, my wife and I are gasping for air as we both come down from our loving exertions, and she is finally able to speak those words that we both know she has been wanting to utter almost from the time we were married: "My darling, you've done it. You have succeeded beyond my wildest dreams."

"What, this little display of my love for you, my pet? Pssh, that was just a warmup..."

"Well, that, yes, but also I went to the see the doctor yesterday. If you hadn't been so fired up when you got home today, you would have seen the envelope on the breakfast bar."

"Oh, I see. And what does the envelope contain that would take away my immediate desire to fuck your body into submission, hmmm? And put you with child, or at least give my all in an attempt to do so."

"Perhaps you should accompany me to the kitchen and check it for yourself?"

In the kitchen I picked up the envelope and held it up to the light.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking to see if I can see what's inside it."

"Just open it. Stop wasting time."

I did and saw that it appeared to be a negative of a photo. "Ok, I'll play the game. What is it?"

"It's a sonograph of me. I have a growth, and I need to discuss it with you."

"What!!! What sort of growth? Is it serious, is it some form of cancer, my God Merrie, what did the doctor say? And why didn't you stop me before I attacked you so wantonly?"

"Well, let me say firstly that the attack was most welcome, and I hope there'll be a repeat performance. The condition I have is not as serious as it might be, and it should disappear in about seven months or so. But I will get larger over time. Importantly, we have time to get some alterations to the house done. I'll go into hospital, have the procedure done, and then usually within a couple of days, barring eventualities that may arise, come home again, minus what's inside me. But they'll still be with me, just external to my body."

"Bloody hell, Merrie, will you please stop talking in riddles. Just tell me, what's the growth, what's caused it, and why will it be over and done with in seven months or so?"

"Umm, it's actually two growths, not one, but other than that, the doctor doesn't seem to think there should be any major dramas between now and then, unless the house alterations haven't been completed. But that's only my opinion, not the doctors."

I gave Merrie the look which expressed my thought that some explanation should be forthcoming, and soon, if she didn't wish for my ire to appear. If there were two growths, I needed to know what they were, and what could be done about them. I didn't want my wife to be ill or suffer some debilitating disease or condition that I didn't know about.

And not only that, why the hell didn't she say anything before I grabbed her and raced upstairs and fucked her almost comatose?

"You know don't you, that money is no object, whatever we need to do to help you get past whatever this issue is, I will do. In fact, I might have a chat with the Doc as soon as possible to see what can be done and what I can do to expedite whatever treatment is needed."

"Yes my darling, I know that and don't think for a minute that I don't appreciate what you are saying and offering, but I really think that my condition is not as serious an issue here. Provided we can get the house modified to suit the situation that will exist once I get home from the hospital, I don't think that there will too many real problems that together we can't overcome."

"Merrie, just what is going on here? What is this mysterious condition that seems to have affected you and which you are not telling me about?"

"Darling husband of mine, have another look at the sonograph."

I looked at the sonograph but couldn't really make much sense of the grainy shapes.

"Ok, what are the shapes, what do they mean?"

"There are two growths there. I am not sure what they will ultimately be, but another month or so should be able to confirm what they are. By that time, the extra rooms should be able to be decorated to suit each of them when we bring them home."

"Merrie," I growled, "What are you not telling me?"

"Husband of mine, the job we have been doing over the past while has been done, completed, to an almost successful conclusion. In fact, in around seven months, you will be the daddy to two children..."

I collapsed at that statement and fell onto a chair next to the bar.

"What...two children, babies, two, twins, where did they come from. My family's never had twins..."

"No, I rather thought not, especially as your mother never alluded to such a previous event. But, my mother has told me that twins have run in my family, although there haven't been any for the last two generations, so it seems, my darling, that your overactive baby juice and my equally keen eggs, decided between them that twins should make an appearance once again. And as to where they came from, I would hope you know. At least you'd know that they don't arrive by a stork, or are found under a cabbage bush."

Merrie came to me and sat on my lap.

"Darling," she asked, "are you okay with this, I know it's what we've been trying for, but twins. I mean even that's more than I was hoping for."

"Aahh well, two at once just means there's not so much of a gap doesn't it, but if you want, we can always have another one later, it just means three...gawd, what if you had twins again, or even triplets?"

I looked at my wife with a look of unadulterated love. "I love you Merrie, you know that don't you? And I doesn't matter how many babies we have in the future, between you and me, we'll make some wonderful children."

"Yes, my darling, and I love you as much."

I looked at my wife, kissed her and thanked my lucky stars for her. I had never married, although not for want of trying. Every time it seemed as though I had finally found the woman with whom I wanted to spend my life with, I would find out or realise she was just a bloody gold-digger, or she had cheated on me, or I would find out that she was a player, just not with me and I'd be left holding the baby while she went off enjoying herself on my dollar. Nuh uh. Not me, no way!

Then I met Merrie, and I fell hard, and I couldn't understand at first how or why.

She lived two blocks from me, and I couldn't work out how it was that we had never met. When we did meet it was a chat here and a greeting there, until one day she came up to me and stated, "We are going out for dinner this Friday. Pick me up at 6.00pm, don't be late, pick the restaurant, I don't care what or where, but it doesn't need to be the swankiest or most expensive. I want your company, not your display of your wealth, or lack of. However, I wish to dress for the occasion, so not Maccas, or some other chain place that only knows how to prepare plastic and precooked frozen crap. See you Friday, and please, do not be late. If you are delayed for whatever reason, call me on this number," as she handed me a card with her mobile number written on the back.

I was as sceptical and as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs, but she was gentle, and patient with me. Gradually she lifted me from my scepticism, and showed me that she could be trusted with my heart, as much as I could be trusted with hers. We courted for almost two years before I asked her to marry me, and I was as ecstatic as anyone could be when she accepted my proposal. We were betrothed for only six months before we married in our local church.

And now, nearly two years later, she has told me after a particularly physical bout of lovemaking, that she is pregnant, with twins, and I couldn't be happier.

And the really surprising thing: Merrie has just celebrated her 23rd birthday.