11 comments/ 31227 views/ 12 favorites F3 Wallpaper By: patientlee (Author's note: This story is an entry into the third Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story will be kept secret until Wednesday, November 20, 2013, when the author will be revealed in the comments section following this story. There are no prizes awarded during FAWC; this is simply a friendly competition.) (Inspiration for this and all FAWC 3 stories was taken from a single picture, which can be found here) (The tags for this story are FAWC, pregnancy, female masturbation, male masturbation, pregnant, blow job, pregnant sex, pregnant wife, pregnancy fetish, anal play) * * * * 32 Weeks "Find your Peaceful Place," the nurse said again in her calm, soothing voice. My ass was numb from sitting on the floor. I leaned a little bit toward my wife's ear and whispered, "My Peaceful Place is in the recliner, in front of the game." "Shh. I'm relaxing here. And don't lean forward. You're squishing the baby." She was sitting between my legs, leaning back against me, just like all the other pregnant women in the big circle. The guys across from me looked even more miserable than I felt. On the first night of childbirth class, Deanna staked our claim to one of the coveted spots along the wall. At thirty three, we were one of the older couples in the class, and she let everyone know that we were entitled to the back support provided by the cinder block wall. "Peaceful Place," Nurse McCarthy repeated, looking pointedly at me. I got the hint, and shut my mouth. The guy across from me smirked at me. He kept reminding everybody that he was nineteen, but he looked like he was in junior high. This was our first baby, and thank god this was our last childbirth class. I was all for having a Peaceful Place and all, but the thin industrial carpet did nothing to cushion my bony ass from the concrete floor underneath. "Remember, Coaches. You need to be an active participant through the stages of labor. It's your job to keep Mom in her Peaceful Place." That soothing tone was going to drive me frickin insane. "Labor progresses much quicker if Mom is relaxed." "Deanna, continue to relax, and tell us all about your Peaceful Place," the nurse told my wife. Deanna took another slow, deep breath before she started to talk, keeping her eyes closed. I felt her body tense up between my legs. We had flown under the radar for the last five weeks, and we thought we had dodged the "sharing" bullet. Shit. "My Peaceful Place is the resort in Tahiti where we stayed on our trip last February." I knew she wouldn't get away with that. "That sounds very peaceful, Deanna. Tell us about it. What color is the water in your Peaceful Place? Are you on the beach or floating in the pool? Breathe... In... And out... In... and out..." The teenager across from me snorted out loud, and the rest of the guys snickered a little. "Oh, grow up," snapped the teenager's young baby mama. The rest of the moms started shushing their men too, and for a second, I thought Deanna was off the hook. "Deanna. Describe it for us. Share the peace you find in this place." Not off the hook. Shit. She tensed up again and said quickly, "We stayed in one of those little huts over the water. It was green and clear and beautiful. I spent hours just floating on the water while Derek read his book and drank beer." "There you go," the nurse crooned. "Focus on the peaceful feeling of floating on the water. Keep breathing. Your Peaceful Place will be very helpful during a long labor. Relaxing your whole body will allow your cervix to open right up and let your baby out." If I never heard the word "cervix" again, it would be too soon. The nurse finally moved on to someone else, and once again, I whispered into Deanna's ear, "How come you didn't mention the part about makin' the baby? That's the best part. You remember. You watched the fish swim by while my sperm swam inside you." I felt her giggle, and then relax, and I rubbed my hands over her swollen belly. After a moment, I was rewarded with a swift kick to my left hand from our little munchkin. Another of Nurse McCarthy's victims was describing an idyllic little spot in the forest where all you could hear was the tweeting of little birdies and the rustling of the foliage. A glance at the other fathers told me that most of them were thinking what I was thinking—that would indeed be a Peaceful Place, if you were in a tree stand holding a shotgun. My mind started to wander, thinking about the last buck I had gotten, three years ago. It was an eight-pointer with a twenty inch spread. Not the biggest I've ever bagged. I got a ten pointer once when I was a teenager. His head was hanging on the wall in my father's basement. "... cervix continues to dilate." Crap. There was that word again. I tried harder to pay attention. Nurse McCarthy started again. "As we saw last week, transition is the most painful stage of labor, but the good news is that it is the shortest." I felt Deanna suck in a deep breath. We had talked about how she was planning to manage the pain. The thought of a needle in her back made her want to puke, so an epidural was out. I had a feeling that she'd change her mind when that "transition" hit, but I kept my mouth shut. The can of pregnant-lady whoop ass was as big as her belly these days. I didn't need her opening it on me. Both of our mothers were pressuring her to "say no to drugs". Her mother had natural childbirth for both of her kids, and she was putting a little extra pressure on Deanna. My mother had C-sections because both of her kids were breech, so she felt it was important that her grandchild be born the natural way to make up for it. I didn't care whether she had an epidural or not, as long as my son or daughter came out OK without killing her. And if her friend at work bragged one more time about being in labor for a day and a half with no meds, I swear, I was going to... "Your Peaceful Place will keep you relaxed and help you continue to dilate through the transition stage. You don't want to panic, that just makes it harder," Nurse explained. "Coaches, this is where your Peaceful Place Wallpaper homework assignment comes in. Remember last week, I told the coaches that it was their job to find a photograph that would put Mom in her Peaceful Place and set that as the wallpaper on both of your cellphones. Let's see those cell phones now." Shit. I didn't do that. Thank god I took some of the pictures of that trip on my phone. I found the one of Deanna swimming near the lounge hut, and set my wallpaper before Nurse caught me. There was some guy in the picture, but I knew that Deanna's Peaceful Place was in the pale green water. I could always crop the guy out tonight when we got home. "Your contractions are coming less than a minute apart. You feel like you're starting to panic. Like you're not getting a break before the next contraction starts. You might be starting to feel like you need some pain relief. That's OK. It's too late for an epidural, but don't forget the other options we discussed. "Coaches, keep an eye on Mom. Remind her to breathe deeply. Reassure her. She'll probably tell you that she can't do it. Remind her that she can." Her voice was grating on my last nerve, like an elementary school violin player. "And now it's time for the Peaceful Place Wallpaper. Give Mom your phone. Now... Mom, look at your Peaceful Place. Are you there? Breathe in... and out... In... Out..." * * * * If you've lived with a pregnant woman, you already know this, but let me tell you. Pregnant women are horny creatures. I mean, I'm not an expert, and I only have this one experience to draw from, but my wife has been horny for months now. I'm not complaining or anything, but I'm not eighteen anymore. Some nights I'm just too fuckin' tired to have sex. Deanna slept in the car on the way home from that last class, so she was awake and refreshed when we got home. While she ate her required two scoops of mint chocolate chip, I hurried to get ready for bed before she finished. I almost made it. Just as I relaxed and closed my eyes, Deanna slipped into bed next to me. Not only was she horny, she wanted to talk. "Derek, do you really think it makes a difference to the baby if I have the epidural. It grosses me out, but I can't wrap my head around this amount of pain. I mean, how bad could it really be? If I just keep in mind that the pain is temporary and that it's actually helping the baby to be born, I'll be able to do it, right?" "And your mother is just driving me crazy with all of her crunchy-granola ideas about breastfeeding and organic baby food. I know she thinks I have to deliver without drugs. Even my own mother keeps telling me about all these people that she knows that had back problems for weeks after the epidural. She watches way too many of those baby shows. I don't know what to do." I fought to stay awake while she rambled. "I wish I knew, Babe. I've never given birth before." I didn't add that she has no tolerance for pain, so I thought it be a freakin' miracle if she was able to push this kid out without some kind of pain meds. She switched gears to horny, pregnant-lady mode. She propped herself up with her mountain of pillows, facing me. She reached under my t-shirt and rubbed my nipple for a moment. Her fingers started to trail south, tickling her way down. "Babe, I'm sorry. I have to get up early in the morning, and I'm exhausted. Can we finish this tomorrow?" She glared at me for a moment before she spoke. "Fine," she said as she tried to roll away from me, obviously pissed. "I have to get up in the morning. You can sleep in. I'm sorry." Not the right thing to say, but I could hardly form words, I was so tired. "I have a meeting online at eight. Just because I work from home doesn't mean I sleep all day, you know." She was silent for a moment before she tried another tactic. "How 'bout I give you a blow job?" Oh my god. She was desperate. I figured my best option would be to say yes. I'd get off with no effort on my part, and she wouldn't be able to talk with her mouth full of cock. Win-win. I pulled off my boxers, kicking them to the floor. As I rolled onto my side, my soft cock flopped down toward the bed. "Got your work cut out for you, Babe. I'm not even hard." "Mmm... I love it when you get hard in my mouth. I don't get that too often." She struggled to turn onto her side. One thing I had recently learned about the pregnant body was that the baby bump was pretty solid, and it didn't have much give to it. I had always assumed that pregnant women moved awkwardly just because their bellies were heavy. Deanna had finally gotten me to understand by demonstrating with a basketball under my shirt. "Now try sitting up," she instructed, as she held the basketball tightly against my stomach. I flopped like a fish. "See how the ball doesn't give? It doesn't redistribute like fat does? It doesn't bend with you? It just pushes into your stomach." I had nodded. At least I could still move my head. "Now imagine the ball bigger and on the inside and with arms and legs pushing on your internal organs. Do you get it?" I just about did. I helped her turn around so that her head was toward the foot of the bed, and she was on her side in line with my cock. This pseudo-sixty-nine position seemed to work well for both of us. "I don't expect any reciprocation from you tonight, you know." She had her pajamas on, so I hadn't even considered giving her any oral action. I nudged her lips with my cock, hoping it would make her stop talking. She stuck out her long tongue, and licked the tip of my cock. Her tongue was warm and wet, and it got my attention. She closed her mouth over the head and licked at the slit, trying to coax some pre-cum out of the tip. I took a deep breath, feeling a stab of pleasure shoot from the tip of my cock, down deep into my balls as I began to stiffen. My wife could give a blow job. That was for sure. She took me in, all the way to the root of my cock and began to lick from the base to the tip. Deanna gave a throaty chuckle as I hardened fully, filling her mouth. Up and down, over and over. She moved her head toward my pelvis and began fucking me with her mouth. My cock slid in and out over her tongue as she started to swirl it, just under the head. She traced circle after circle right on my sweet spot, her rough taste buds rubbing heat into my privates. I was so tired, but my cock was wide awake. I tried to unbutton her pajama top, but didn't have the coordination. "Take your shirt off," I mumbled, unable to say much more through my haze of fatigue and lust. She worked the buttons with her left hand as she cupped my balls with her right. Once her top was open, I put my hand on her breast, lightly brushing the nipple. First one, then the other. She moaned, but kept licking my cock as she sucked. The hand on my balls inched back, her long fingers reaching between my legs to the spot between my balls and my asshole. I felt another surge of intense pleasure shoot through my balls, up to the head of my cock. I tried to spread my legs a little bit to accommodate her hand. She rubbed and tickled for a moment, and then pulled her hand out. She took my cock out of her mouth long enough to tell me how swollen I felt against her tongue before slipping her middle finger into her mouth. I knew where she was planning to put that finger. Again she put her hand between my thighs as she resumed the suction on my rod. I tried to relax and concentrate on what her mouth was doing. I felt her finger slide back to my anus, and she applied pressure before I could decide to stop her. As the finger slipped inside, I took a deep breath and tried not to tighten up. I knew that once her finger was all the way in, I would come like mad, but I always felt some initial revulsion as her finger snaked into my rectum. Her tongue licked and swirled, faster and harder than before, almost distracting me from the clinical feeling of her long finger. Her in-and-out technique was certainly different from my doctor's prostate exam, but the stretching of my anus and the intrusion of her finger gave me a mixed rush of thrill and embarrassment. She paused for a moment, sucking very gently on the head of my cock, leaving me trembling a little bit with anticipation. All at once, she slammed my cock to the very back of her mouth and pressed that long finger, just in the right spot. Her tongued lapped in circles as her finger traced circles inside of my rectum, pressing against my prostate. I didn't even warn her. My orgasm exploded into her throat, and she swallowed over and over, getting every drop of my cum. She sucked me until my balls were empty, and I collapsed back onto the bed causing her finger to fall out of my ass. My pelvis twitched when her fingertip passed through my anus. I started to fall asleep even before she pulled away from me, and I was too far gone to realize that she was having trouble getting up. The last thing I heard before I succumbed to slumber was her quiet plea. "A little help here?" 33 Weeks "What's this?" Deanna asked when I slid the gift card across the table. We were waiting for the cheesecake to arrive. Our favorite restaurant was a little Italian place on Long Drive. It was on the expensive side, so we didn't go very often. "You have an appointment tomorrow morning for a massage. You know, those special ones for pregnant women." "Really? Why? It's not my birthday or anything." She was delighted. I knew she would be. "I know you're getting uncomfortable. It's not fair that you get all the back pain and stuff, so I thought this might help." She squealed a little bit, and I knew I had hit the mark. It made me happy to see her so excited. A couple's massage used to be one of our hot dates when we first got married. As much as I wanted to have my own massage, I wanted her to understand that this was just for her—my love, the mother of my child. "Are you coming too?" "Nope. I'll drop you off and go get myself a haircut. It's just for you because I love you." "You're the best," she said, a little teary. I'd be willing to bet that she hadn't cried so much in her whole life as she had since she got pregnant. "So, what are you thinking now? Boy or girl?" I started the same conversation we'd been having for months. "I'm feeling like it's a girl these days. I keep dreaming about pink things. Last night I dreamt that I was eating pink cupcakes. They were delicious," she added. "What about you?" "I can't get a feeling either way. Maybe we should just let them tell us at the ultrasound." "No. We decided we wouldn't find out. It was your idea, for crying out loud!" "OK, OK. You're right. It was my idea," I agreed. "I'm just so curious. I wanna know, but I can wait, I guess." "Good," she said, as our cheesecake arrived. She had won this battle. * * * * We had just walked through the door when my mother called. This was her first grandchild, and her calls were coming almost daily as Deanna's due date approached. As I picked up the phone, Deanna shot me The Look. "Hi, Mom." "I just called to tell you that I bought you a breast pump. The deluxe model, so don't go putting that on your baby registry." "What the hell do I need a breast pump for? I don't even have breasts." Deanna's eyes widened and immediately narrowed to slits. I just shook my head. "For Deanna," my mother went on, as if she thought I was serious. "She can pump mother's milk to leave for the baby when I babysit. You know, so the baby doesn't have to have any formula." "Mom, Deanna isn't even sure that she wants to breastfeed." That was a lie. Deanna was dead-set against it, and the toe she tapped on the floor underscored her feelings. "Derek." Mom had that tone again. "This is your baby too. You have to convince her that breast milk is what's best for your baby." "Yeah. I know. I'll talk to her," I said, but quickly mouthed, "No I won't." I motioned for Deanna to get me off the phone. She walked out of the room, leaving me fend for myself. "Look, Mom. I gotta go." "Talk to her, Sweetie. You're gonna be such a good father," she crooned. "I love you, Mom." "I love you too, Sweetie." I hung up and took out the garbage, if only to delay the fight with Deanna. * * * * I'm a Mama's Boy. I tried to explain this to Deanna before we got engaged, but I guess she didn't believe me. My mother was still cooking my meals and washing my clothes the day before our wedding. Two weeks after our honeymoon, Deanna and Mom had their first big blow-out. "So Deanna, what would you like to bring for Thanksgiving? Do you have a specialty?" I got my first-ever "Look" from Deanna. "It's only April seventeenth," Deanna said to my mother, frowning a little bit. "It's better to plan early, don't you think?" my mother said, nodding as if that would convince her. "I'll think about it and let you know," Deanna said. She didn't sound as annoyed as I knew she felt. "When?" "When what?" "When will you let me know, Dear?" I knew I'd pay for it later, but I didn't know what else to do. I went to the bathroom. * * * * I was right. Deanna was pissed. She unleashed her fury with a slam of the car door. "Why the hell would she just assume that we're going there for Thanksgiving? My mother makes Thanksgiving dinner too. Does your mother just think I'm writing off my family now that I'm married to her son?" "Babe, I don't know what she's thinking. I tried to tell you that I'm a mama's boy." F3 Wallpaper "Well, you neglected to mention that she is a crazy, self-centered, bi—" I cut her off before she could further insult my mother. "Please, Deanna. Let's cool down and discuss this rationally." "Rationally? I'm not being irrational. Your mother is just assuming that the holidays are hers, and I'm the irrational one? And you chose that moment to take a shit?" "Here we go," I thought to myself. Her rant continued. "You're my husband. You're supposed to support me, your wife." As soon as we got home, she bolted from the car and locked herself in our room. I popped a beer and turned on the T.V. I found a Pawn Stars marathon, and I tried not to think about Deanna and my mother. I knew this wasn't going to be last fight between them, and I didn't have a clue what to do about it. Shit. Tonight's fight was like the Thanksgiving-in-April Clusterfuck. Mom versus Deanna, with me stuck in the middle. I took my sweet-ass time emptying the wastebaskets and unloading the dishwasher. I was hoping that she'd be the one that fell asleep first tonight. I just didn't feel like talking about it. I finally gave up and went to bed. With the baby using her bladder as a pillow, Deanna got up to pee before I could even fall asleep. I played possum, just in case she was still raring for a fight. I rolled away from her side of the bed while she was in the bathroom, so I didn't realize until later that she returned to bed completely nude. I felt her moving a bit and assumed that she was trying to get comfortable. That was getting harder for her recently, and I often endured marathons of tossing and turning at different times of the night. This was different though. It sounded like she was rubbing her belly. I wondered if the baby was wiggling around. I almost rolled toward her and put my hands on her belly. She had been able to feel the baby moving for months, but only recently had I been able to feel those tiny, little body parts poking at the outside. When you feel that for the first time, it's a life-changing experience. What had been all about cravings and puking and maternity clothes and future plans suddenly becomes very real. To feel your child, your own flesh and blood, moving and kicking is a spiritual moment, no matter how many times you feel it. I almost reached for her, but it was just too late to fight about my mother meddling into our business. I had to deal with the issue. I knew that. I felt like a total dick, but I shut my eyes even tighter and willed myself to go to sleep. And then she moaned. My eyes flew open. I was just about to ask what was wrong, if something was wrong with the baby, when she moaned again. This time it was clear. She wasn't in pain. I felt more jerky movement in the mattress, and I heard a rhythmic, wet sound. It took me a moment to understand what was going on. I took a deep breath and snorted a little as I rolled toward her with my eyes closed tightly. She froze. As I resumed my even breathing rhythm, still pretending to sleep, Deanna relaxed and the movement resumed. I waited until she moaned again before peering through narrow slits in my eyelids. Deanna was masturbating. In our three year marriage, I had never seen Deanna touch herself sexually. I knew she had a vibrator in her underwear drawer, but I had never seen it in her hand, never mind between her legs. I didn't know if she was embarrassed or if she was just completely satisfied by her manly stud of a husband, but she never touched herself in front of me. I was as hard as a rock. She was on her left side, just as Nurse from childbirth class had recommended, so she was facing me. The pillows behind her supported her back and her right leg to expose her pussy. I couldn't see it from where I was, but I could hear her wetness as she moved her fingers. I could also see her face. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, and I wondered what she was thinking about as she masturbated. It was all I could do not to reach down and stroke myself. It wasn't just rekindling the fight I was afraid of anymore. Now I knew I couldn't interrupt this perfect moment. This was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my life. Her right hand worked furiously between her legs, desperately frigging her clit. Her left rested on the swell of her belly. I wondered if the baby felt her movement. Her left hand moved to her breast. She cupped it gently, and then began to tweak her nipple. I felt a flash of jealousy. She had read in some book that nipple stimulation could cause premature labor by releasing some hormone. Her nipples had been off-limits to me for weeks. As jealous as I was, it only turned me on more to see her touching her tit. Just when I was sure that I wouldn't stand another minute without jacking myself off, her body went still and rigid. She cried out as she came, and I struggled to continue the charade of sleep. I couldn't disrupt this moment for her. Or for me. She relaxed as her orgasm subsided, and after a moment, and with considerable effort, she rolled off the bed and made another stop in the bathroom. When she came back to bed, I reached for her. She kissed me on the nose, and I fell asleep with my hand on her belly, feeling our munchkin moving around. 34 Weeks Alone at the breakfast table on Thursday, I thought about the situation with Deanna and my mother. It was getting out of hand, but I didn't know what to do to solve this. Deanna was my wife, and I knew that I had promised to support her when we took our wedding vows. My mother, on the other hand, was very used to telling me what to do. She's my mother, for crying out loud. The hardest part was that Mom had a way of making me feel like I would be a bad father if I didn't do things her way. She never came out and said it, but there was a bite to her voice when I sided with Deanna that told me that it wasn't just about getting her way. If I didn't take her advice, she made me feel like I would be harming our child. Deanna walked into the kitchen, interrupting my thoughts. She kissed me on the head and poured a glass of orange juice. She sat down at the table across from me. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?" I asked coyly. "What?" she asked in a higher-than-normal pitch. Like she didn't know what I was talking about. "You know. Your little date with yourself last night?" "Oh my god. You were watching me?" she whispered. "I'm so embarrassed." She was blushing like crazy and staring at her OJ. "It was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Why haven't you done that in front of me before?" She couldn't even look at me. "Dee, it's OK. Please don't be embarrassed. I wish I hadn't mentioned it." She covered her face. "I'm just so fucking horny. I don't know why. This is nuts." "And I love it." I got up from the table and kissed her goodbye. "I'll be home by four." * * * * On Saturday morning Deanna was clearing the breakfast table when my phone rang. "What time is the ultrasound on Monday?" I asked Deanna. My mother was on the phone, and she wanted to know. "One-thirty. We need to leave at twelve. Who's on the phone?" "My mother. We'll talk when I get off." "Why does she want to know?" I held up a finger to say that I'd just be a minute, but she shot me The Look, so I knew I needed to wrap it up. "Mom, I gotta go." "I'll talk to you this afternoon, Dear. I'm not through with this," she said in her stern, I'm-getting-what-I-want-because-I'm-the-mother tone. "OK, Mom. Love you." After I ended the call, and checked to make sure it was actually disconnected, I turned to Deanna. "Why does she need to know when the ultrasound is?" She was practically snarling at me. "Deanna, she wants to come. She wants to see the baby. She never got to have an ultrasound, so she wants to be there for ours. Can you blame her?" "Are you fucking kidding me? She wants to come because she wants to know if it's a boy or girl. We don't want to know, and she does. She's manipulating you, Derek. Man up and tell your mother to butt out!" "Well, maybe she's right. Maybe it is more logical to know in advance." I was just throwing that out there. "Oh my god, Derek. We settled this months ago. I just want to be surprised. Can't you just let me have this one little thing?" "Well, I kinda want to know. This is my baby too, you know." This was getting ugly in a hurry. I did want to know, but not enough to keep Deanna from having her big surprise. My mother was going to badger and badger me until Deanna changed her mind though. "I'm not talking about this. This is my baby. It's my decision. I don't care what your mother thinks. I'm this baby's mother, and I am not going to find out. I want to know when the doctor announces it when the baby is born." "I wish you'd give me a say in this," I said, shaking my head. "You or your mother? You can't always side with your mother, Derek. Grow a pair. Stand up to her. Support me, for once in your life." I finished my coffee and grabbed my jacket from the hook by the door. "I gotta go help my father install the new garage door opener. I'll talk to you later." "I'm going shopping with my mother. I'm staying there tonight. "Christ. This is like the fucking ski trip all over again," she swore. I kissed her on the head and went out the door. * * * * The garage door opener didn't take long. We didn't talk about much while we worked, but my father brought me a beer and we sat on the porch when we finished. "Dad, I don't know how to tell Mom that she can't come to the ultrasound. Deanna just wants it to be the two of us. Mom's gonna be pissed." "Yes. Yes, she is." He nodded slowly when he spoke. "Can you help me out here?" "Well, I'm not playing messenger, if that's what you're asking." "No. Nothing like that. I just need to know... I mean..." "You mean, 'How do I do what my mother tells me without pissing off my wife?' Sorry, pal. No magic formula for that." "But..." "But nothing. You have to listen to your wife. It's her body. Her baby." "It's mine too," I reminded him. "Doesn't matter. Remember your wedding day? Remember how it was your wedding too, except that it was all about Dee? That's how this is, only there's no wedding night as your reward at the end." He smiled wryly at that. "Instead it's shitty diapers and a whole new love of your life." I didn't say anything for a moment. I had never seen my father stand up to my mother, and I couldn't imagine how I would. The whole family always did things my mother's way. She controlled everyone in her life with guilt-trips and money. Take our Tahiti trip, for example. Dee and I had wanted to go skiing in Colorado. We had even shopped for new ski boots. I don't even know how my mother found out about our plans, but before we made a deposit, she called with her big surprise. "Derek, I have some exciting news for you and Deanna." "News?" "It's more like a gift. For both of you." "OK," I said slowly. "What is it?" "It's a trip. A trip to Tahiti. Aren't you excited? Our time-share opened up a resort in Tahiti. They have those huts over the water. We booked that for you two. Second week in February. Aren't you excited? It cost us every time-share minute we have, but you'll love it." "A trip in February? We were going to go skiing in Colorado in February. I won't be able to take another week off." I knew Mom would be disappointed that I wasn't as thrilled as she thought I would be, but I was psyched to go skiing. Dee would be pissed. She hated the beach. "Why Tahiti?" "I thought you'd be excited! It's a brand new hotel. The huts have glass bottoms and everything. You can see the fish swimming right under you." "But we want to go skiing." "Derek, dear... I already paid for the trip. I even bought you airline tickets. It's all done." "Then why don't you and Dad go to Tahiti?" My annoyance level was increasing, and I couldn't keep the edge out of my voice. "You know your father. He won't travel halfway around the world. I got this for you two." "But Mom, why would you book this without asking me first?" "I thought you could use a nice, relaxing trip together. When was the last time you had a vacation? I want to have grandbabies. Soon, I might add." "We were planning to go to Colorado. We think skiing is relaxing." I was practically shouting by this point. "Sweetheart. I can't believe that you're reacting this way. I thought you'd be so happy. This was such an exciting opportunity. I just had to jump at it." She was starting to sound like she was going to cry. That was what this was about. My mother was probably on the phone for hours to be the first one to book the new hotel. Now she'd be able to show all her friends the pictures of our fabulous vacation—the first ones to stay in the new hut hotel. Jesus Christ. "I'll talk to Dee," I said, knowing that she wouldn't like this one bit. "So, Dad. You think I should stand up to Mom?" "Son, I can't tell you how to live your life, but these things are Dee's decision, and you have to support her. You have to talk to your mother." I drained the last of my beer in silence. * * * * When I got home, I took a shower and went to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night, the dream of Tahiti still fresh in my mind. My mother was right. The overwater bungalow was amazing. Even Dee came around once she saw the green water and the glass bottom of the hut. It wasn't exactly skiing in Aspen, but we did a whole lot of fun stuff—snorkeling, fishing, sunset catamaran cruising. What had my pecker standing on end when I woke up was the thought of my wife on her knees on that glass bottom of the hut. I pulled out my phone, and looked at the wallpaper. It might be there to take Deanna to her Peaceful Place to give birth, but it took me straight to the Pacific Paradise Resort, where the baby was conceived. I wrapped my hand around my cock and began to stroke myself as I reminisced. The midday sun lit the green waters surrounding the hut. Some of that light reflected off the white sand beneath the shallow water, dimly illuminating the hut through the glass bottom. As soon as we parked the suitcases on the bed, we began tearing off our clothes. Dee was the first one naked. She stood over the glass bottom, the blue-green light outlining her form. I stepped in front of her, and pushed her gently to her knees, the silhouette of my erection pointing in the direction of her head. She opened her mouth, and took me in. I put my hands in her hair, and started pumping into her mouth. A school of striped fish swam under the hut, momentarily distracting me, but I didn't tell Deanna yet. I left that as a surprise when it was her turn. Remembering the wet, smooth feel of Dee's mouth made me seek some lubrication, so I checked her nightstand for some lube. I found the kind that warms the skin, and my stroking built the heat in my cock. After a few minutes of delicious cock sucking, I gave a gentle tug on her hair, letting her know that I was ready to bury my tongue in her pussy. She stood, and I nudged her legs apart. I got on my knees. "Look down," I told her. "It's beautiful," she said. "Keep watching. It gets better." I put my lips between her legs, and started to lick her. I found her clit and started to swirl. She let out a soft moan, followed by a sharp squeal. "Look at the fish!" "I can't. I'm a little busy here." I continued licking around her clit, over and over. She started to buck her hips against my face. I sucked on her clit a little bit before returning to licking up and down her slit. After a few minutes I felt her legs closing around my head, and I knew she was getting close. We had been whispering dirty nothings in each other's ear during the long flight, and we were both in overdrive when we arrived in the hut. I took my middle finger and slipped it into her vagina. I rubbed in circles on the front wall of her canal, finding her G-spot as I tongued her clit. I knew she wouldn't last long with the double assault on her privates. I was right. She moaned loudly, and I grabbed her ass with my free hand. I gave her a couple of sharp smacks on the ass, and that did the trick Her thighs tightened around my head when she came. I kept licking until she relaxed and finally pulled my finger out of her pussy, just as a stingray glided into view. "Look! A stingray!" she said with delight. I pulled her to her feet, and then bent her over onto her hands and knees. "Here. Now you have a front row seat to the Stingray Show." I got behind her, and plunged my cock into her pussy. I wasn't far from orgasm when I entered her, so I knew it wouldn't be long. I was stroking hard and fast. I could feel the heat and pressure building in my pelvis. "Spank me," she said. "Spank me, please." I swatted her rear with one hand and held her hair with the other. After pulling her head back for a moment, I pushed her head against the glass floor of the hut and watched a small lemon shark swim under us. Again Dee gave a little squeal, and when she did, her pussy clamped down on my cock. That was the squeeze that pushed me over the edge, and I came hard and deep. After I came we stayed there for a long time, watching the fish swim by, my sperm swimming deep into Dee's womb. When we found out that she was pregnant, we both knew that our baby was conceived while we watched those fish swim by. Remembering the most erotic moment of my life made my cock swell in my hand and my balls tighten in anticipation. I remembered that little shark swimming under us, and I erupted all over myself. Spurt after spurt of warm, wet cum shot onto my hand and my belly, and I grunted out loud, scaring the cat off the end of the bed. 35 Weeks "Derek, we need to talk about your mother." Deanna put her teacup down in front of her and handed me a bottle of beer. "I'm not trying to start a fight here, but we have to have this conversation. Before the baby comes. Now." "I know, Dee. It's just that..." "No. Let me talk," she started. I looked down at the table. "In the past couple of weeks, she has bought me a breast pump, a Ninja blender for making homemade baby food and nine packages of cloth diapers. I am not planning to use any of those things, and it's not her decision." I peeked up at her meekly and said, "Well, we can use the Ninja for Margaritas after the baby is born, right?" She gave me a tight smile and rolled her eyes. "When the baby is born, we will have a whole, new family. I will be the mother of this family. You will have to choose whether you side with your mother or whether you support the mother of your child." "I know. I talked to my father about her. I've just been waiting for the right time for it to come up," I said, shaking my head a little bit. "You have to make it come up. Soon. Today even. Invite her for dinner." "I will. I'll call her now." A spasm clenched my stomach, and I was reminded just how much I was dreading this conversation. * * * * After dinner, Dee took my father to the nursery to ask for his help hanging curtains. I made my mother a cup of tea, and sat down at the table. "Mom, I have to talk to you about some things." She frowned a little, and said, "This sounds serious. What's the matter? Is something wrong with the baby?" "No, no. Nothing like that. It's Dee." "Is something wrong w—" "Mom. You have to stop telling us what to do with this baby." F3 Wallpaper "What are you talking about?" she asked. She looked shocked, like I had completely blindsided her. "The breastfeeding, the cloth diapering, the organic baby food. Even finding out if it's a boy or a girl. All of it. These are Deanna's decisions, not yours." "But...," She was starting to tear up. "Don't get upset, Mom. It's just that when you interfere..." "I don't interfere!" she argued. "Mom, when you make suggestions about what's best for the baby, it puts Dee on the defensive, and she and I start to fight." She tried to interrupt again, but I held my hand up to stop her. "Hear me out. This isn't easy as it is. "I need you to stop making suggestions for the baby and to understand that Dee will make the decisions that are right for her and the baby. I have to support her decisions, and so do you. Can you please just do that for me?" She sat for a moment, quietly sobbing. I went to her and put my arms around her. "I love you, Mom. I love Dee. She's my wife, and we have to make this work. The baby's coming soon." She finally whispered, "OK." I went down the hall to get my father to take her home. * * * * My mother didn't call for the rest of the week. On the one hand, I felt a heaviness in my chest that I knew was because my mother was so upset, but on the other hand, it made things much more peaceful at home. The ultrasound on Monday showed a healthy baby, pointed in the right direction, but try as I might, I couldn't figure out whether it was a boy or a girl. Actually, without the tech pointing things out, I couldn't tell the spine from the toes. I have to admit that I was a little bit disappointed, but Dee was happy that the baby's gender remained a secret. When we got into bed that night, I helped Dee get comfortable. Her belly was so large and round, it was hard for her to move once she was lying down. "Wanna fool around?" I asked her. "As horny as I am, I'm exhausted, Honey. Tomorrow, I promise." I kissed her for a minute, and then we went to sleep. 36 Weeks On Thursday we went for the first of Dee's weekly appointments, you know, the ones where the doctor starts sticking her fingers in to see if the cervix is getting ready to let the baby out. I hadn't been there for an "internal exam" before, and I didn't know what to expect. I was more nervous than Dee was, I think, and she was the one sitting on the paper-covered exam table wearing nothing below the waist except a big paper towel and some socks. As the doctor was getting the gloves on to do the exam, she was explaining to us how first time mothers hardly ever deliver before their due dates, and that what she expected to find was that Dee's cervix was a fingertip dilated, whatever that meant. I was kind of wishing that I had paid a little more attention in childbirth class now. She helped Dee put her feet into the stirrups, turned on her gooseneck lamp, and sat down on her little stool between Dee's legs. She pushed her knees apart, and put some jelly on her gloved fingers. "OK, take a deep breath," the doctor said as she slid her fingers into my wife's vagina. I saw Deanna tense up a little, and the doctor reminded her to relax. "Uh-oh," she said, sending a nervous cramp through the pit of my stomach. "You're not going to make it to your due date. I hope you're ready to meet this baby. You're already three centimeters dilated!" I don't remember anything else about the appointment. I thought we had at least four more weeks until the baby came. I mean, the nursery was ready, and we had all the baby stuff, but I just thought I had more time to get my act together and get ready to be a father. On the way out of the office, the doctor called out, "See you next week. Or sooner!" * * * * That night we made love for the last time before the baby was born. The dim light from the table lamp cast a soft glow over Deanna's body. She was on her back on the bed in front of me with her legs spread wide, giving me an unobstructed view of her glistening sex. Her lips were full and swollen, her clit peeking out of its hood. Her pubic hair grew wildly since she hadn't been able trim with her belly in the way. Her breasts were large and full, and her usually pink nipples had darkened to a reddish-brown shade. Her areolae had darkened and grown in diameter as well, and I salivated a little when I thought about putting them in my mouth. What turned me on the most about her pregnant form, however, was her smooth, swollen belly. The skin on her belly was taut over our baby's watery home, and it begged to be touched. Even after all these months, I was still surprised by the raw sexiness of her naked body. I stood before her, my cock straining to find her. "What?" she asked. "Huh?" "You're just standing there, staring at me." I leaned toward her a little bit and placed my hands on the sides of her belly. My cock grazed her lips for just a moment. "Please. Just fuck me. You can fondle the baby later," she begged. Leaving my hands on her belly, I slid my cock into her opening, not stopping until the tip nudged her cervix. I pulled out slowly, and then pumped in again, harder this time. "There you go. Hard. Like that." "I feel like I'm bopping the baby on the head." "You're not. Just fuck me." "What if the baby comes tonight? I don't want the baby to be born with cum on its head!" "Oh my god, Derek. Once the baby is born, you're going to be cut off for a while. Please fuck me now so I don't have to listen to you whine about how long it's been since we had sex." That convinced me. I began pumping into her over and over until she started to moan. I slid my hands from her belly to her breasts, and gently teased the nipples for a moment. Even though Deanna wasn't planning on nursing, I craved just one small taste of the milk from her breasts. I hoped she would allow me to suckle her, even just once, when the baby was born. Somehow Nurse's words from childbirth class came back to me, and I remembered that Dee wasn't supposed to lie on her back for more than a couple of minutes. My hips picked up a little bit of speed, and I reached down to tease her clit with my thumb. When her hips started to buck, I knew she was on her way to a powerful orgasm. Deanna had never come so hard or as frequently as she had during her pregnancy. I knew that hormones did some crazy things, but I didn't expect to be the lucky guy married to the one who is horny all the time. Dee felt sexy too. When she first got pregnant, she couldn't eat anything without throwing up. She lost about ten pounds—just enough to make her clothes to be a little baggy and for other women to notice. Her tits filled out before her belly started to grow, and that was just about the time that I noticed that she was spending a lot of time naked. I was going to miss that when the baby was born. Her head started to thrash back and forth and her toes curled. I continued to rub her clit with my right hand, and I placed my left on the side of her belly. I felt a little limb poke against my hand, as if to tell me to knock it off. When her hips lifted her ass off the bed, I knew she had hit her peak. She threw her head back in a silent scream. Her pussy clamped down and squeezed my cock in rhythmic waves. Her belly tightened under my hand as the same spasms shot through her womb. As the orgasm subsided, she finally began moaning loudly, her body relaxing as she grew quieter. The baby kicked my palm again, reminding me that I wasn't finished. I looked at my wife, with that post-orgasmic glow on her face. My eyes trailed down to her breasts, almost ready to produce milk, and her belly, cradling our child. I felt my balls tighten, anticipating shooting my seed onto the smooth skin of her belly, and I quickened my strokes into my wife, rocking my baby. I felt the spasms coming from the underside of my cock reaching down into my balls, and I pulled out of Dee just in time. I held the tip of my cock against the skin of her belly as I erupted all over her. Seeing my cum on her swollen belly sent a shudder through me. My hands reached for her again, and I ran them through the warm puddles of cum on her belly, rubbing it in like lotion. Finally spent, I helped her up to clean her off. "I love you, Mommy." "I love you too, Daddy." 37 Weeks On Tuesday night we were sitting on our bed, iPhones in hand, scrolling through facebook and watching Shrek, the original one, on TV. At about nine o'clock I held out my phone to show her one of those baby memes, you know, the one with the kid on the phone saying, "Yeah. The doctor says it's cooties. You should get yourself checked." She laughed right out loud, and then jumped up off the bed. "You OK?" "Yeah," she called back as she ran to the bathroom. I gave her a couple of minutes before I went to check on her. "What's going on, Hon? You OK?" "I'm pretty sure my water just broke. Either that or I just can't stop peeing." "Holy shit. Really?" "I don't think it could be anything else. Can you get a box of pads out of the hall closet? I'm not going to be able to get off the toilet otherwise. "Don't you dare call your mother," she warned. "We'll call everybody after the baby is born." I got her the pads, and called the doctor's answering service. I threw a few things in a backpack for myself and got Dee's hospital bag. I brought the phone to her so she could answer when they called back. The doctor called back, and I heard Dee's voice through the bathroom door. "No. I don't think I'm having contractions yet...It's clear. It just keeps coming... Now? Can't I wait a few hours? At least until the contractions start?... No. I know. OK. We'll leave soon...Thank you." She didn't come out of the bathroom right away. I went to turn off the T.V. at the part of Shrek where Princess Fiona is getting ready to marry Lord Farquaad and Shrek is pondering love found and lost again. The song "Hallelujah" stopped me in my tracks. I don't know what the hell that song is about, but at that moment, I stood on the precipice, with life as I had always known it behind me and a whole, new life as a father in front of me. A sob escaped my throat before I could stop it. I bowed my head, as if in prayer, and let the tears flow. Hallelujah...Hallelujah... Hallelujah...Hallelujah... My life. Our life together was about to change. * * * * The contractions started in the car, and by the time we got to the hospital, they were less than five minutes apart. She didn't seem to be too uncomfortable even once she was settled in bed, IV in place, and hooked up to the monitors. The nurse gave us the run-down on when the doctor would be called, how much notice they needed to get an epidural ready, and other odds and ends. "When did your contractions start?" "In the car. On the way here," Dee replied. "And this is your first baby?" "Yes." "Hmm. That's odd. Your contractions are coming pretty fast, but first timers usually take a lot longer. I wasn't expecting that you'd deliver until morning, but it might happen earlier. Let me know if you need anything." When we were finally alone, I realized that Dee looked terrified. "You OK?" I asked. "Can I help with something?" "I'm scared," she whispered. "The contractions are starting to hurt. "Here comes another one," she announced. I watched the contraction on the monitor while she started breathing deeply, in and out. After about an hour, Dee was struggling with the pain. After shift-change the nurse stopped by and smiled sympathetically. "Just a couple more hours now, Hon," she said. Another contraction hit, and when she could finally speak, Dee said, "I don't think I can do this for a couple more hours. I think I need the epidural." "Are you sure, Honey?" I asked her. She had told me that my job was to keep her strong, to keep her from giving in. "I can't take this. It's so much worse than I thought." "OK, Hon," the nurse said. "I'll call for the epidural, then I'll come back and check you, OK?" When she left, I took out my phone and pulled up the Peaceful Place Wallpaper. I waited until the nurse came back to hand it to her. As soon as the nurse got her fingers up there, she chuckled. "Oh, Honey. It's too late for the epidural. You're nine centimeters. You're having this baby pretty soon. "That's a nice picture you have there," she added. "Focus on that and breathe. Don't push until the doctor gets here, OK? I'll be right back." I could hear the strain in Dee's voice when she spoke. "Derek. This is your mother's Peaceful Place. I don't even know why we picked this picture." "Because that was where the baby was conceived, that's why," I replied quietly. I was feeling a little lost. I didn't know what to do to help, and she was starting to moan loudly. When the next contraction hit, she actually yelled out loud. "Focus on your Peaceful Place, Babe. Just focus and breathe," I said, trying to stay calm. Just as the nurse and the doctor came in, another big contraction hit. In the middle of her shriek, Dee pitched my phone against the wall, and screamed, "FUCK YOUR FUCKING PEACEFUL PLACE! I WANTED TO GO FUCKING SKIING!" I could see from where I sat that the screen had shattered, but I wasn't about to move from my chair. The nurse gave me a knowing smile and said, "I bet you took childbirth classes from Susan McCarthy, didn't you." * * * * The next hour was a total blur but I remember two things very clearly. I remember hearing the doctor announce that it was a girl, and I remember the little pang of jealousy I felt when the nurse placed our daughter at Dee's breast. I expected her to protest, to remind everyone that she was not going to breastfeed. Instead she held her with her rosebud mouth against her nipple, stroked her little cheek, and said, "Hello, Cookie. I'm your mommy, and this is your daddy." Week 1 I was holding Lily in the rocking chair when my mother stopped by the day after my girls came home from the hospital. Dee was napping before the next feeding, which were coming about every two hours. Mom snatched her right out of my hands when she arrived, and was rewarded with a filled diaper within minutes. "I'll change her, Mom," I offered. "Nonsense. I got this," she said with a smile. When she got the diaper off, I heard her say, "Wow. These disposable things really hold." I figured it would be killing her to put Pampers on her granddaughter, but she didn't say a word, and for that, I was grateful. Lily started squawking as soon as Mom sat down with her. "Better go get me a bottle so I can feed this precious little one," she baby-talked. "Nope. That's Dee's job," I said as I took Lily from her. "She's nursing her." I didn't wait for a response from my mother. The look of happy surprise on her face told me how she felt. I hoped she didn't decide to press her luck and ask if she had used the breast pump. The jury was still out on that one. I took Lily to the bedroom where Dee waited to feed her. When she removed her breast from her nightgown, I couldn't help but stare. A small dribble of milk had begun to leak from her nipple. I carefully handed Lily to her, and she turned toward her mother and started to nurse. "Don't worry, Honey. You'll get a taste tonight," Dee said before returning her attention to our baby. "I promise." Year 2 Lily's party was starting in an hour, and I just got in from putting the balloons on the mailbox. She came running through the living room, chasing the cat and yelling "Titty!" I shook my head and laughed. My mother and mother were sitting at the table together, drinking tea, and chatting. "Well, I don't know if they ever used the blender to make baby food, but Derek makes a great smoothie," I heard my mother say. Our fathers were just coming into the kitchen with the princess cake they had picked up. I looked up at the wall at the framed picture of our first trip to Tahiti, the infamous Peaceful Place Wallpaper responsible for my replacement cell phone and smiled. "Go get them," I said to Dee. I poured coffee for our dads, and we sat at the table. Dee brought the pictures from our latest Tahiti trip and placed them in front of our parents. We had gotten home about a month and a half ago, but this was the first time we had a chance to show off the pictures. Lily ran through the kitchen. I grabbed her and put her on my lap. "Baby," she squealed. My mother corrected her. "But you're a big girl today!" Dee looked at me and smiled knowingly. My mother saw the picture first. Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle her delighted gasp. "Is that what I think it is?" "Yes, Mom," I said. "That's a stingray." "Not that," she said slapping me on the arm. "This. It's an ultrasound picture, isn't it." My mother let out a whoop and snatched the picture out of my mother's hand. "Oh my goodness! Dee, what are we looking at here?" "Well, Mom," she said, putting her arm around me and pulling me close. "This is Baby A, and right here is Baby B." After a brief, stunned silence, my mother finally spoke. "You'll find out the sex of these babies though, right?" Ay, ay, ay. I think I'm gonna need my own Peaceful Place.