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The weekend was quickly approaching, and I was running out of counter-reasons to my wife’s logic as to the reasons she should go to the “bridal shower” in a neighboring town and even “spend the night in a hotel” with the other “girls from work.
‘Was she really going to meet a Dominant Couple, as her KIK messaging seemed to indicate?’ I thought to myself. ‘After all, she’s 8 months pregnant with our first c***d!’
That’s right… my wife of almost 10 years was finally pregnant with our first. It had been challenging to get her pregnant. We tried and tried and I finally gave in to her repeated requests to get a professional opinion. Unfortunately, it seemed that I was cursed with ‘slow swimmers’ so we did all of the tricks that the medical community suggested and just as I was ready to give up on the idea, she announced one day that she was, in fact, pregnant. It was true, what they say about the glow that envelops a woman with c***d… my wife’s body radiated with beauty as her slim body swelled. Her breasts became fuller, her nipples longer, her vulva and pelvic area seemed to be constantly puffy and her hips seems to slightly spread as if in anticipation for the pending birth. She was beautiful. Unfortunately, since getting her pregnant was such a challenge, she told me that her doctor told her to eliminate sex until the birth. That made the beauty of her physical appearance so hard to deal with. I was constantly hard myself.
After all that we had been through, in trying to get pregnant, this why I questioned her interest in being submissive to a couple now! With the impending birth just a few weeks away. Why? Why now? Still, I found myself masturbating to the thought of her submissively serving another couple! I even imagined watching her be used like some sort of slut, all as I watched.
I then decided to throw her a curve, one to measure her commitment to actually meet this couple and two, in hopes that my suggestion would cause her to cancel her upcoming weekend rendezvous.
“Hey Honey” I blurted out just two nights prior to the scheduled “Bridal shower, “Why don’t you and I get our own room. That way, I can drive you, to and from, and I get to be with you later that evening. It might be like a ‘Babymoon’ that we’ve heard about.” I added enthusiastically.
She seemed to look down as she pondered the idea. I’m sure that this threw her an unseen obstacle. After a very long pause,…
“Sure” she relied, enthusiastically, “That would be nice. And you can meet some of the gals from work… specifically Carol, the one that I’ve told you about.”
Now, I was REALY confused. Perhaps there really was a Bridal Shower, but her messages seemed to indicate a meeting with this couple. I was totally perplexed. Yes, my wife did talk about ‘Carol this’ and ‘Carol that’, so it was making sense. I guess that I was too far in to back out now.
“Great” I added, trying to act excited. “Should I make the reservation?”
“No” she relied “I’ll do it. I know where everyone’s staying. But I would like to go up Friday evening, say right after work? I promised to help out the others as they decorate Saturday morning and I don’t want to disappoint. We will need to leave here tomorrow at 5:00 pm sharp. Can you do that?”
“Sure” I replied, again trying to act excited, yet I was still very confused.
The next day arrived and I got home from work early to pull together a bag. I just grabbed a few things but to my surprise, my wife had her bag packed and it was larger than I had anticipated.
“How long are we going for?” I joked. My wife didn’t seem amused.
“Well, you know how nothing fits me anymore” she said with a hint of frustration. “I need to be prepared with several outfits.”
I packed the car and we left at 4:55, making the one-hour trip in 54 minutes. We checked into the hotel and took our stuff to our room. My wife was texting the others to confirm that we were there and on schedule. Everything seemed as it should be.
“Honey” my wife announced “I’d like to take a hot bath before the Bridal Shower. Would you mind if I excuse myself for about 15 minutes?”
“Sure” I excitedly replied, since a college game was playing on the big screen downstairs in the lobby bar. “Do you mind if I turn the TV on in here?”
“That would be fine” she replied form the other room. “Just please not too loud?”. I then heard the bathtub begin to fill.
I just settled into the side chair and was watching the game when I heard a soft knock at the door. I stood and crossed the room to open the door and there stood this beautiful Black woman.
“Hi” she said, as she parting her very full and succulent, bright-red lips for a beautiful smile that showed all of her pearly-white teeth, “I’m Carol”
I must have looked like an idiot as I stood there taking her all in.
“I work with your wife… Molly” she added, trying to break my long, awkward silence.
“Of course” I quickly tried to recover. “Yes. Please come in.”
I stepped to the side to make-way for her to enter. She was absolutely stunning as she walked across the room: The first thing that I noticed, besides her incredible lips and smile, was her confidence as she walked past me. Her steps seemed to announce that ‘I am here’. She was also very tall, in spite of her heels. She was wearing a wrap-dress and it fit her perfectly. I also noticed her legs – the incredible shape intensified by the heels that she was wearing. She immediately walked straight to the window and peered out.
“Where is she” She asked, again, in a very confident tone, “Where is your wife”
“Uh…” I was almost stuttering, “she, .. uh.. Molly is taking a bath” I managed to finally get out. I don’t know what was wrong with me. Perhaps it was finally meeting the ‘infamous Carol’ but more likely, it was her overall beauty and confidence.
“Good” Carol replied, “I’m actually here to meet you” she added quickly, as her back was till to me and she gazed out into the streets below.
“You are?” I asked as if to confirm what I just heard.
“Yes, I am” Carol said, still in a very confident voice, yet there was a hint of seductive tone.
With those words, Carol opened her wrap dress and turned around to face me. Her bright red bra strained in an attempt to contain her abundant dark breasts. Her hourglass figure was accented by the red corset that circled her waist and raised up to the bottom of her breasts and ended just above the waist-line of her panties. Her matching red panties barely covered what I could tell was her very smooth vulva. Her tall legs were wrapped in black thigh-high stockings that were topped with lace. Her heels, still on, helped accent her confident and sexual stance.
“I…… I” again, I was stammering. “Molly is just in the other room…. I…. as beautiful as you are…… Molly is just in the other room!”
“No I’m not” came the very familiar voice of my wife, from somewhere behind me. “I’m right here, honey”
I turned to face here, totally embarrassed by what was happening… by what could have happened…. By her work-friend Carol showing me her beautiful body…. when suddenly I noticed a subtle smile on Molly’s face. Molly was wrapped in a towel that barley covered her rounded belly, swollen after 8 months of carrying our baby, her milk-filled breasts partially exposed. Molly waked closer to me and smiled. I then felt Carol’s hands on my shoulders and was more confused than ever.
“I know that me being pregnant has been tough on you” Molly said in a somewhat sympathetic tone. “And…” she paused for a very long, dramatic time….”I also know what you want… what you need.”
I reached for Molly, almost for some sort of reassurance and she surprised me by stepping back. Carol’s grip on my shoulders seemed to tighten.
“I know that you have a fantasy to be submissive” Molly continued. “and that is something that I cannot do for you. But Carol can and will. This weekend was arranged for you. A ruse to get you to this hotel. Now, I want you kneel for me, honey….”.
I didn’t know what to say or how to react but the tone from my pregnant wife said more than her words. Meanwhile, Carol’s hands were putting pressure on my shoulders and while I had a confused look on my face, I maintained direct eye contact with Molly … and slowly dropped to my knees.
Without a word, Molly looked over my head to Carol, smiled sweetly. Carol then reached for each of my arms and while guiding them behind my back, secured then with a Velcro strap. I then felt a blindfold being slipped over my head and firmly secured. I then heard Molly say something that I never thought I’d ever hear:
“He’s all yours” said my wife. “I’ll dress quickly and leave you two.”
I heard the rustling of clothing and then the opening an quick-closing of the hotel room door. The room was now quiet… except for my pounding heart.
‘Was she really going to meet a Dominant Couple, as her KIK messaging seemed to indicate?’ I thought to myself. ‘After all, she’s 8 months pregnant with our first c***d!’
That’s right… my wife of almost 10 years was finally pregnant with our first. It had been challenging to get her pregnant. We tried and tried and I finally gave in to her repeated requests to get a professional opinion. Unfortunately, it seemed that I was cursed with ‘slow swimmers’ so we did all of the tricks that the medical community suggested and just as I was ready to give up on the idea, she announced one day that she was, in fact, pregnant. It was true, what they say about the glow that envelops a woman with c***d… my wife’s body radiated with beauty as her slim body swelled. Her breasts became fuller, her nipples longer, her vulva and pelvic area seemed to be constantly puffy and her hips seems to slightly spread as if in anticipation for the pending birth. She was beautiful. Unfortunately, since getting her pregnant was such a challenge, she told me that her doctor told her to eliminate sex until the birth. That made the beauty of her physical appearance so hard to deal with. I was constantly hard myself.
After all that we had been through, in trying to get pregnant, this why I questioned her interest in being submissive to a couple now! With the impending birth just a few weeks away. Why? Why now? Still, I found myself masturbating to the thought of her submissively serving another couple! I even imagined watching her be used like some sort of slut, all as I watched.
I then decided to throw her a curve, one to measure her commitment to actually meet this couple and two, in hopes that my suggestion would cause her to cancel her upcoming weekend rendezvous.
“Hey Honey” I blurted out just two nights prior to the scheduled “Bridal shower, “Why don’t you and I get our own room. That way, I can drive you, to and from, and I get to be with you later that evening. It might be like a ‘Babymoon’ that we’ve heard about.” I added enthusiastically.
She seemed to look down as she pondered the idea. I’m sure that this threw her an unseen obstacle. After a very long pause,…
“Sure” she relied, enthusiastically, “That would be nice. And you can meet some of the gals from work… specifically Carol, the one that I’ve told you about.”
Now, I was REALY confused. Perhaps there really was a Bridal Shower, but her messages seemed to indicate a meeting with this couple. I was totally perplexed. Yes, my wife did talk about ‘Carol this’ and ‘Carol that’, so it was making sense. I guess that I was too far in to back out now.
“Great” I added, trying to act excited. “Should I make the reservation?”
“No” she relied “I’ll do it. I know where everyone’s staying. But I would like to go up Friday evening, say right after work? I promised to help out the others as they decorate Saturday morning and I don’t want to disappoint. We will need to leave here tomorrow at 5:00 pm sharp. Can you do that?”
“Sure” I replied, again trying to act excited, yet I was still very confused.
The next day arrived and I got home from work early to pull together a bag. I just grabbed a few things but to my surprise, my wife had her bag packed and it was larger than I had anticipated.
“How long are we going for?” I joked. My wife didn’t seem amused.
“Well, you know how nothing fits me anymore” she said with a hint of frustration. “I need to be prepared with several outfits.”
I packed the car and we left at 4:55, making the one-hour trip in 54 minutes. We checked into the hotel and took our stuff to our room. My wife was texting the others to confirm that we were there and on schedule. Everything seemed as it should be.
“Honey” my wife announced “I’d like to take a hot bath before the Bridal Shower. Would you mind if I excuse myself for about 15 minutes?”
“Sure” I excitedly replied, since a college game was playing on the big screen downstairs in the lobby bar. “Do you mind if I turn the TV on in here?”
“That would be fine” she replied form the other room. “Just please not too loud?”. I then heard the bathtub begin to fill.
I just settled into the side chair and was watching the game when I heard a soft knock at the door. I stood and crossed the room to open the door and there stood this beautiful Black woman.
“Hi” she said, as she parting her very full and succulent, bright-red lips for a beautiful smile that showed all of her pearly-white teeth, “I’m Carol”
I must have looked like an idiot as I stood there taking her all in.
“I work with your wife… Molly” she added, trying to break my long, awkward silence.
“Of course” I quickly tried to recover. “Yes. Please come in.”
I stepped to the side to make-way for her to enter. She was absolutely stunning as she walked across the room: The first thing that I noticed, besides her incredible lips and smile, was her confidence as she walked past me. Her steps seemed to announce that ‘I am here’. She was also very tall, in spite of her heels. She was wearing a wrap-dress and it fit her perfectly. I also noticed her legs – the incredible shape intensified by the heels that she was wearing. She immediately walked straight to the window and peered out.
“Where is she” She asked, again, in a very confident tone, “Where is your wife”
“Uh…” I was almost stuttering, “she, .. uh.. Molly is taking a bath” I managed to finally get out. I don’t know what was wrong with me. Perhaps it was finally meeting the ‘infamous Carol’ but more likely, it was her overall beauty and confidence.
“Good” Carol replied, “I’m actually here to meet you” she added quickly, as her back was till to me and she gazed out into the streets below.
“You are?” I asked as if to confirm what I just heard.
“Yes, I am” Carol said, still in a very confident voice, yet there was a hint of seductive tone.
With those words, Carol opened her wrap dress and turned around to face me. Her bright red bra strained in an attempt to contain her abundant dark breasts. Her hourglass figure was accented by the red corset that circled her waist and raised up to the bottom of her breasts and ended just above the waist-line of her panties. Her matching red panties barely covered what I could tell was her very smooth vulva. Her tall legs were wrapped in black thigh-high stockings that were topped with lace. Her heels, still on, helped accent her confident and sexual stance.
“I…… I” again, I was stammering. “Molly is just in the other room…. I…. as beautiful as you are…… Molly is just in the other room!”
“No I’m not” came the very familiar voice of my wife, from somewhere behind me. “I’m right here, honey”
I turned to face here, totally embarrassed by what was happening… by what could have happened…. By her work-friend Carol showing me her beautiful body…. when suddenly I noticed a subtle smile on Molly’s face. Molly was wrapped in a towel that barley covered her rounded belly, swollen after 8 months of carrying our baby, her milk-filled breasts partially exposed. Molly waked closer to me and smiled. I then felt Carol’s hands on my shoulders and was more confused than ever.
“I know that me being pregnant has been tough on you” Molly said in a somewhat sympathetic tone. “And…” she paused for a very long, dramatic time….”I also know what you want… what you need.”
I reached for Molly, almost for some sort of reassurance and she surprised me by stepping back. Carol’s grip on my shoulders seemed to tighten.
“I know that you have a fantasy to be submissive” Molly continued. “and that is something that I cannot do for you. But Carol can and will. This weekend was arranged for you. A ruse to get you to this hotel. Now, I want you kneel for me, honey….”.
I didn’t know what to say or how to react but the tone from my pregnant wife said more than her words. Meanwhile, Carol’s hands were putting pressure on my shoulders and while I had a confused look on my face, I maintained direct eye contact with Molly … and slowly dropped to my knees.
Without a word, Molly looked over my head to Carol, smiled sweetly. Carol then reached for each of my arms and while guiding them behind my back, secured then with a Velcro strap. I then felt a blindfold being slipped over my head and firmly secured. I then heard Molly say something that I never thought I’d ever hear:
“He’s all yours” said my wife. “I’ll dress quickly and leave you two.”
I heard the rustling of clothing and then the opening an quick-closing of the hotel room door. The room was now quiet… except for my pounding heart.
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