Chapter 4: Our New Home
As Judith predicted, it was easy for her to start her practice over in the new city. I had never realized how much money she had until I saw the huge condominium by the bay she bought us. It was beautiful and I was getting quite a bit of writing done and posted to ASSM. It was fun decorating the nursery, starting to buy baby clothes and playthings. I didn't mind taking care of the house all day, knowing that Judith would come home to fuck me to heaven every night. And she lived up to the other promises she made, too; it seemed the bigger she got the more she wanted to make love to me. The pregnancy was passing in a delightful blur of sex.
Judith was so gorgeous! I had always thought pregnant women were beautiful (hadn't I?), but to see this smart, sexy, powerful woman filling up with my baby made my heart overflow with pride. I had loved Judith's breasts since she used them on me in her office. Now I was insane with lust to see how the increased blood flow and production made the nipples of those marvelous poonts darker and erect much more often and to know they were growing rounder and fuller to nourish the baby I had put in her belly.
Ah, that belly! Daily I watched it grow rounder and smoother. Judith's large body was not being stretched out of shape to accommodate our child -- stretched INTO shape was more like it. And how I loved lying between her legs, looking at her vagina and all the little folds around it, most often engorged and seemingly ready for sex at any moment. She said it made her feel wonderful; I knew it made her taste wonderful! Judith was designed for making babies and she was enjoying the task immensely. Sometimes during long lazy fucks, she would tease me about filling her so full of sperm she could store it and as soon as this baby was born she would immediately start on another.
Not only was Judith beautiful, but unlike many pregnant women, she knew she was beautiful and didn't mind flaunting it. She began wearing maternity clothes as soon as she had anything to show and she chose the clothes to exaggerate her condition -- frilly blouses and short skirts. Every morning I watched her lay out ever larger and more revealing bras as her nipples and other things swelled. The microfiber panties she liked looked really small but they stretched to unbelievable sizes.
Judith said some of her friends wore regular panties, bikini not thong, when they were pregnant, and just kept the front waistband pulled down underneath their belly. When Judith tried this, she didn't like the somewhat baggy feel, like the panty was going to fall down. She was carrying low and it just did not feel right to her. It bothered her when it slid below her hip bones. Now thongs! Judith loved thongs, not minding that the strip of material up the rear. They rode high on her hips, higher even than her french-cut panties. Damn she looked good in them -- and out of them! Of course, I was partial.
She said wearing maternity panty hose made her very hot, and she didn't mean sexy. If she had to wear anything, she chose thigh highs, no garter belt needed. They had wide lacey elastic bands at the thigh and held up nicely, letting her 'breathe.' Some days she let me help her slide them on. When I was really lucky she would let me make her late for work even though that meant having to help her on with the stockings all over again.
I was so proud to be seen in public with her attracting stares from men and women alike. She loved to lie around the pool in the later evening sun letting me rub cocoa butter on her, not just on her belly, but all over. She said pregnancy could dry your skin. I couldn't feel any dryness, but I loved taking the precautions. I could, however, feel the envy in the eyes of every man who saw us. "Why him and not me?" I could almost hear them thinking. And I KNEW she must make other women envious, too. One day I found out just how much.
"Oh, baby, this is too good!" I felt the laughter jiggling her bloated boobies. She started kissing me hungrily one evening almost as soon as she got in the door. "Got to re-examine THIS," she continued to chuckle as she put her hand on my quickly stiffing cock.
"Uh, that feels good," I sighed.
"You're telling me!" she snorted as she quickly dropped my sweat pants to the floor and eyeing my cock. Judith had decided long ago against my wearing shorts of any kind. "Just had to check out the prick that's responsible for another woman getting pregnant."
"What are you talking about, Judith?" I protested. "I haven't been near another woman. You know that. I love you, only you!" I was almost crying to think she could accuse me of this. "I ..."
She stopped my pained babble with an open mouthed smooch. "Calm down, baby, I know, I know. I said 'responsible'" She was still almost laughing, but I didn't see anything funny. "Come over to the couch and I'll tell you all about it," she consoled.
Taking me by the hand she led me to the couch and settled her self nicely against me. "This should help you relax while I explain." Tenderly she opened her blouse, unclasped her brasserie, and placed her breast into my mouth. Calm and release washed over me. "That's a good baby; just suck Mommy's tittie and I'll tell you all about it. As her soft warm breast relaxed me, instead of simply hearing her words, I seemed to see what she was narrating like the voice over of a documentary.
*****
I think I've told you my office shares the floor with Shari Clarkeson. It's kind of handy to have your gynecologist next door when a gal is a pregnant as you've got me, you naughty boy.
Well today I had ducked into the little toilet we share. We have public ones for the patients, but we have a little one just for us doctor girls. I had just finished peeing -- you know how our Claudette is making me pee all the time -- when I heard Shari at the door of the stall. "Judith, hurry! I've got to goooo!" she wailed.
I did the dab and pulled up my skirt. Shari already had hers down to her ankles and almost ran over me getting in to sit on the toilet. She didn't even close the door. I was fixing my lipstick when I heard her start to gush. "This is YOUR fault, you know!" she said.
"What are you talking about, Shari?" I asked, not turning around.
"Oh come on, Judith. I've seen you appraising me suspiciously. 'Skirt getting a little tight, hmmm. Not really so flat chested any more, hmmm. Needs to pee urgently, hmmm.' Well, you're right, Judith. I'd been intending to tell you. I'm knocked up."
"You, pregnant, Shari? But you said you had told Carlos ..."
"Yeah, 'I *deliver* babies, I don't *have* babies.'" she quoted herself back to me. "Well we had a little accident. Or rather *I* had a little accident. Carlos has been wanting to get me pregnant since the first day we played hunky orderly drills horny young doctor down at the hospital. Of course the irony couldn't be greater. Dr. Sheri Clarkeson, Ob., Gyn, whose main function in life is to write prescriptions for contraceptives so girls can get laid without getting pregnant, can't take the pill herself. So every time I want Carlos's lovely Latin log in me, I have to make sure he is well sheathed in latex."
"So what happened and how is it my fault?" I grinned, seeing that Shari wasn't really mad.
"Don't you remember your check up about three months ago? You were my last appointment that Friday. Part of it was being in the middle of my period, which always makes me horny. Seeing you lying there on the examining table with that big round belly pointing up at me was like an accusation. And the smell of sex. Lord, Judi, you've got the wettest vagina of any woman I've ever seen; the whole room smelled like a pussy."
