2 comments/ 8547 views/ 5 favorites Into the Garden Ch. 16-18 By: carlieplum CHAPTER 16 Belinda spent that night at Liza's, who knew enough not to ask Belinda where she had been and who had enough empathy to know that Belinda's secret was hurting her terribly. Her friend's smile was tense, not as open and warm as Liza knew it to be. She knew it wouldn't help to pry, so she could only hope that her friend would come to her when she felt ready to talk. The next morning, Belinda accepted the keys to her new apartment. After taking inventory of the supplies she would need for cleaning, for the kitchen, and to replace rough sheets and towels the building management provided, she headed out to Target and a housewares store, returning home laden with bags. She put the place in order and also unpacked many of the clothes she had brought. She would have plenty more to bring with her when she left home for school in a few weeks. After a mostly sleepless night in her new apartment, the first place she had ever lived alone, Belinda woke up and headed for home, stopping to fill up her car and to call Liza and thank her for her kindness and hospitality. The next two weeks were frenetic. Now at the end of July and needing to leave for school before long, Sam was joined at the construction site most days by Mr. Sims, making Belinda's visits short and polite. Sam was gone often in the evenings trying to fulfill as many speaking requests as he could. For her part, Belinda spent every day for a week at the upholsterers, learning how to recover the kitchen chairs and stools. When they were finally delivered, everyone made a big deal over the new look of the room, praising Belinda to the stars. Belinda made sure to point out that her mother's changes to her plan where the basis of what they were looking for; it never hurt to give Susannah's ego a stroke. She took her final exam in history and got an A, then buckled down to finishing her statistics class. That meant real studying with help from Sam, not pretending to study while getting licked or fingered or fucked or sucked to heavenly oblivion. They managed to find time to be alone together every few days though, their lovemaking more passionate, reflecting the growing depth of their feelings and the commitment they had made during their weekend away. After a week and a half, Belinda began to suspect that their unprotected sex had borne fruit. She normally had a blemish or two by the time her cycle arrived, but her face looked radiantly clear. She felt none of the moodiness normally caused by PMS, and her breasts felt tender and swollen when she put on a bra or if anything pressed against her chest. Driving again to a town where she wouldn't bump into a friend of her parents, she purchased a package of home pregnancy tests, the famous POAS...Pee On A Stick. Belinda had held the hand of more than one of her sorority sisters as they waited for the results, which had always been happily negative. Belinda didn't know what outcome would make her happy. She knew she and Sam were meant for each other and she didn't regret the decision she had made that day in the B&B, but at the same time she was terrified. She waited until the 28th day of her cycle, a bit early for her period to come, but not unheard of, then locked herself in her bathroom and followed the instructions. Five minutes later found herself looking at a very bright blue plus sign. She was going to have a baby . . . a baby with Sam. It took a good hour for her to compose herself. Scared, excited, overjoyed and terrified, she alternated between laughing and crying. At least she would be done with school by the time the baby came, she told herself, and if she dressed right, she should be able to carry off a Thanksgiving visit home without showing. She disposed of the tell-tale stick, taking the bag from her bathroom trash basket outside to the larger cans. With no one in the kitchen, she slipped down the hall to Sam's room, hiding the extra test in his drawer in case he wanted to see for himself. She texted Sam to find out if he was alone at work; he was. Mr. Sims was out running errands. Belinda felt like she was sleepwalking as she went down to the construction site, or perhaps watching a dream or a movie that was happening to someone else. "I'm pregnant," she dropped the news with no preliminaries. Sam stood stock still for a moment, then looked around. "This isn't how I wanted to do it, but I want you to know something right away." He fumbled in one of the side pockets of his cargo work shorts and fished out a square velvet box with a domed lid. It had arrived two days ago and he had spent a lot of time while he worked dreaming of a romantic setup to ask Belinda to be his wife . . . and this was not it. Covered in sweat and mud, he asked her, "I want you to marry me Lindy. I'll wait if you want, but I'd rather do it as soon as possible. I ordered this from our family's jeweler in Chicago while we were away together. It came yesterday." Belinda opened the box. Inside was a stunning diamond ring. The large oval diamond was set length-wise in a white gold setting, with a band that sparked with pave-set diamonds. It was breathtaking. "I had it custom-made, but if there is anything you don't like or if you want to start from scratch, I can have it remade." Belinda closed the box and handed it back to Sam. He didn't understand what was happening. Wasn't she supposed to say yes? "How soon is soon? Can we get married this weekend?" she was asking. Sam was happy, but still baffled. "You do want to get married? You don't like the ring?" he sputtered. "I love the ring, Sam. The ring is perfect. I can't even begin to imagine a more perfect ring. . . . But how am I going to explain it if someone finds it in my room?" Sam saw her logic. "Okay, I'll keep it in my room. It's ready when you are. And as far as us getting married, I'll get on the phone right now. I'll get us married as soon as possible. If not this weekend, we'll go to a courthouse on Monday," Sam assured her. In fact, it took only one phone call; a pastor who had hosted Sam for a speaking event listened to Sam's story and said he could meet with them either Saturday or Sunday and marry them. The next day, Sam quite honestly said he had a meeting with a pastor and couldn't work, while Belinda quite honestly reported that she had an errand to run. They drove separately, with Sam leaving earlier in the day. The church was far enough away from home turf that Sam felt confident no one they knew would see them, but still, they parked behind the church and went in the back door. Pastor Richman asked the pair to sit down for a short premarital counseling session. "Normally I do this over several weeks or even months, but I'd still like to ask some questions." He enquired about how they met and fell in love, which they narrated with juicy bits edited down to the bare bones. He asked about their families, honing in on whether Belinda truly understood what being cut off from her family would mean, as well as the pressure she might be under being in a mixed-race relationship. The pastor told them he understood, but didn't approve of, their plan to keep the marriage a secret until Belinda graduated in December. Then there were more basic questions about their physical compatibility—they weren't much worried about that—and their views on other issues that caused marital problems: money, children, religion. It was a comfortable meeting, more of a talk among friends, right up until the point that Pastor Richman turned to Belinda and said, "Are you really ready to be a mother? Wouldn't getting rid of the baby be a better answer?" Steadily, calmly, Belinda drew herself from the chair. Drawing on everything her time as a debutante had taught her about deportment, she said, in her most dignified Southern belle diction, "Pastor Richman, I am so sorry we have wasted your valuable time." With that, she walked out the back door of the church and got into Sam's car. Sam looked at the pastor, stricken. "I told you she was expecting. If it was a problem, why did you let us come down here? I would have called someone else!" As he started for the door, the preacher stopped him. Pastor Richman tried to explain that he still intended to marry them, he just wanted to make sure Belinda knew her own mind and had thought the situation through. Relieved, Sam raced to the car. Belinda was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, staring dead-eyed ahead, breathing deeply and with her hands across her belly. "It's okay, baby, we can get married right now." Sam repeated what the pastor had said to him. Belinda wouldn't looked at him. As if it came from someplace far away, he heard Belinda's voice, the same voice she had used on the pastor. It was cold and hard. "No, we cannot get married right now. We can wait until Monday and go to the courthouse. We can find a drunken justice of the peace who would marry a goat and a monkey if the price was right, but that man will not marry me. And I will not step foot inside that church again." Sam tried to explain again the pastor's motives, which he thought he understood. Finally, Belinda turned her head and looked at him, her eyes full of pain, but no sign of tears. "I plan on being married to you for the rest of my life, Sam. And if he marries us, for the rest of our lives the signature on our marriage license will have been put there by a man who suggested I kill or give away our baby. A baby we made a choice to have together." She hugged her hands tightly across her belly. Sam tried to repeat the pastor's words again, but she cut him off. "I heard you the first two times, Sam. Let me ask you this: would he have asked me that question if I had been black?" Sam shut up. He climbed out of the car and went back into the church. To his credit, Pastor Richman took responsibility for what he had done. He apologized then said, "Give me a few minutes. I'll find someone else in town who will marry you today." Sam sat in the car with Belinda. She didn't speak and he knew she was doing her best to hold back tears. He sat next to her, saying nothing, just holding her hand. When his phone rang barely five minutes later, Sam jotted down some info and then pulled out of the parking lot. In a few minutes, they were in front of a beautiful old church. Sam parked his car in front this time. "Wait here," he said, going in to speak to the minister on his own. When he returned to the car, he opened the trunk and retrieved a bouquet of flowers from a cooler he had hidden there. He slid in beside Belinda, showing her the flowers and handing her a bag that contained a veil he had purchased that morning at a bridal shop. Belinda finally smiled. Sam didn't the crinkle in a freckled nose could make him feel so in love, but it did. She opened her purse and showed him a handkerchief that had been given to her by mother's mother. With light dove's egg-colored embroidery, it was her something old and something blue. Her ring and bracelet were both new. "Can I borrow a penny to complete the tradition?" Sam handed her one and she slipped it in her shoe for good luck. She slid the veil on. The simple ivory dress she had pulled from her closet wasn't anything like the couture number her mother would have insisted on for a marriage to someone like Remy Chardon or Peyton Higginbotham, but Sam thought she looked more beautiful than any bride he had ever seen. In half an hour they were married. Belinda had left her flowers in a vase on the pastor's desk for him to enjoy. He also gratefully accepted a donation envelope Belinda handed him, as well as the veil, saying he knew a bride who could use it. Outside the church, Belinda gave Sam back the ring for safe-keeping. Then Sam dropped Belinda off at her car and drove away. It might have been one of the strangest wedding days ever, but they were married. They were a family. The honeymoon was only slightly less unusual than the wedding had been. Chip and Hailey had come for dinner that night, so Belinda was trapped in the house until they left. And instead of departing after dinner, the couple erupted into a huge fight. Belinda had largely escaped her parent's prejudices, but she agreed with her mother on such things as, "Don't air your dirty laundry in public." And "a lady never raises her voice to make a point." Hailey was screaming like a banshee. She had found out about Chip's wooing of local heiresses; his most recent attempt was apparently becoming hot and heavy. "You USED me for sex for three years, you MADE me have an abortion because you were too cheap to pay for the pill, and now you want to just dump me and expect me to go away quietly? I'll tell everyone what you did!" Apparently Hailey was under the delusion that Chip's parents would side with her, if only to keep the family's good name intact. What Belinda knew, and Hailey failed to understand, was that she was, in the Sutter's circles, regarded as simply, N.O.K.D. (Not our kind, Dear.) If she made a scene it wouldn't get Chip back, and while it might cause his current dalliance to lose interest, it wouldn't in any way harm his long-term prospects. There were scandals people remembered, but this was not one of them. Boys from the Sutter's kind of family were almost expected to have such a relationship before they settled down with a suitable wife. Belinda found herself wondering who she was more disgusted with, her brother Chip for being such an ass and stringing Hailey along without letting her know the real score, or Hailey for playing such a high-stakes game without bothering to find out the rules. John was making "reasonable" proposals—which basically amounted to cash bribes for Hailey to go away quietly. Belinda pushed herself away from the table, excusing herself without anyone taking the slightest bit of notice. "I'm going out for a breath of fresh air," Belinda said. No one even turned her way. As much as it seemed strange to have a honeymoon night right after witnessing what amounted to emotional road kill, Belinda needed to be in Sam's arms. He would be N.O.K.D., too she knew, in her parent's minds, although he had everything they would look for in son, class, dignity, refinement, manners, along with parents with impressive jobs and his own fine earning prospects. There was merely a matter of pigment in the way. Belinda called Sam when she left the house and learned he was already down at the studio. She found him waiting outside the door. He lifted her into his arms, "It's not our threshold, but I'm carrying you over it anyway. And I'll carry you over the threshold of your apartment in a few weeks, and I'll carry you and the baby over the threshold of our first home in Chicago just to make sure I've covered all my bases. I love you Lindy my wife." He kissed her, sitting down in the leather office chair and pulling her to him, straddling him face to face. With a free hand, he clicked on the perimeter arm and then began using his hands for better purposes, removing his new wife's shirt and bra and exploring her breasts. "Careful, they're tender," she warned. He sucked and licked and kissed and pulled with more gentleness than what she normally liked, but found that the effect was the same. She felt an ache between her legs and sensed her panties becoming damp with her juices. Sam could feel her squirming against him, pressing her sex against his cock, rocking back and forth despite the layers of fabric between them. She pulled up her skirt and slipped her panties to the floor. With four hands working frantically, Sam's raging hard-on was quickly removed from its chino prison and began rubbing up and down her slit, from her vaginal opening to her clit and back again. Sam kept up his attention on Belinda's breasts as his cock leaked pre-cum and Belinda's soft pussy lips swelled and became wetter. Her pussy hair was cut short and was soft, making it easy for it to trail against her husband's cock. "Like velvet," she murmured. With a newly manicured hand, Belinda positioned Sam's cock and impaled herself on it. They held each other tightly, rocking back and forth to move Sam's cock up and down inside Belinda's warm, moist pussy. "I don't want to break the mood, but I wanted to tell you that as of tomorrow you'll be listed on my parent's health insurance as my wife. I'll cover all the co-pays, of course, but their insurance will handle your prenatal care. Don't worry," Sam told her, even as he stayed inside her, still for a moment, "it won't affect your coverage on your parents' plan. Just leave that as it is until we tell them." "I don't want to think about it. That talk might make tonight's blowout look like a Mother's Day tea at the Junior League," Belinda said. "Just make love to me. No need to worry about birth control," she joked, trying to lighten the mood. Sam laughed and refocused on bringing pleasure to the body of the beautiful woman on his lap. "Hold on tight," he said, standing up while easily holding Belinda to him as he crossed the floor to the couch and laid her down without ever breaking the contact between cock and cunt. They had only the fan to cool them and the leather felt good against their skin. Whispered "I love you's" floated in the air as Sam made love to his beautiful new bride, loving every sensation of her tight against him, loving the way she lifted her hips to meet his thrust, their two bodies moving together, each seeking the other's pleasure. She was mewing, but in their position, she couldn't get her clit into contact with Sam's hard stomach, the one she had used so often to rub herself to ecstasy. "Why don't you touch yourself, Lindy. That would be so sexy to watch." Belinda blushed. "We're man and wife now," he continued. "Whatever we do is okay if everyone agrees and no one gets hurt." This had been one of the points in the premarital counseling book Reverend Brown, who had married them, had given them both. Belinda began rubbing her clit as he continued to slide his cock in and out. Her clit sprang to attention under her ministrations. She had expected to be embarrassed, but found herself turned on by Sam watching her rub herself. She closed her eyes and gave into the feeling of cock and finger. Soon she was close, murmuring, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum all over your cock Sam. I'm rubbing myself and I'm about to come all over your cock. Come with me baby, come with me." Sam picked up his pace, sliding more quickly in and out of Belinda's delightful pussy. "I'm close," he groaned. "Coming baby, coming baby, coming baby oh so fucking good. I love your cock, love you, love your cock, love you, love your cock." With that, she shuddered, her orgasm coming over her as her vaginal walls locked Sam in a tight squeeze and triggered his own crashing orgasm, as it had so many times before. It wasn't a week at Club Med, but it felt pretty good. When Belinda went back to the house, she found that the parties had, if not amicably, agreed on a lump sum payment of $30,000 for Hailey's "pain and suffering." She wondered how much her pain and suffering for enduring this whole scene was worth as she went up to bed for the night. CHAPTER 17 With just three over two weeks before she was due to go back to school, Belinda buckled down with her last class—statistics. Sam sat with her in the cabin almost every night for the next week. When she was busy working with the calculator or pen and paper, he flipped away from the distance learning Web site and studied the ins and outs of pregnancy. "You might start feeling morning sickness between when you are between four and six weeks pregnant," he told her, "but it in most women it goes away by the end of the first trimester. So by the end of October you should be feeling fine. It also says most people wait until that date to tell people they are expecting." Into the Garden Ch. 16-18 "Who on earth are we going to tell? I thought we agreed we would try to keep this quiet until I finish school?" "I thought we'd tell my parents then. In any case, from what I see, most women are just starting to show at 20 weeks, which is what you will be when school lets out for winter break. You are going to have to tell your parents sooner or later, you know." "I know, I thought I'd make a normal Thanksgiving visit if I'm not showing and then tell them as soon as school lets out." "It's your family, whatever you think is best." Part of Sam just wanted it to be out and over with, but he knew it wasn't his choice to make. "Yeah, my crazy family. I still can't believe they paid Hailey $30,000 because Chip broke up with her. But then again, if I were her I would have asked for twice that. Can you believe he's been calling and complaining because no one is picking up his clothes from the dry cleaners? And if he shows up here one more night for dinner, I think I'll scream." "I think I'll scream with you," Sam said. With Chip prowling around the place, Belinda was scared to be intimate even with the alarm on. "I never thought I'd be masturbating this much as a married man." "I'm so sorry, baby. I miss you so much." Belinda leaned over and gave him a deep kiss. "In 11 days we'll be back at school, sleeping together in the same bed, just the two of us." "Just the three of us, you mean," Sam said, rubbing Belinda's belly. He couldn't believe how excited he was about becoming a father. "Get back to work, woman, you have to finish this class!" Belinda went back to work, and Sam went back to reading about babies. In the middle of the night, Sam felt a warm body slip into the bed next to him. Belinda kissed him on the lips. "I couldn't wait until we got back to school. Make love to me please. I'm sorry you've been so alone." "Oh baby, it's not your fault. Are you sure you want to do this? In the house?" "Everyone's sound asleep. We'll be really quiet, and if we hear anyone, this room connects to the one next door, so I can slip in there. I'll leave my things on." Belinda was wearing a soft brushed cotton nightgown with delicate lace. It wasn't see-through; she had gone past her parent's door on the way down and wanted to make sure she was decent if she ran into anyone on the way there or back. Sam ran his hand up her soft, smooth thighs and parted her legs. She wasn't wearing any underpants; his breath quickened. He inserted a single finger inside her, moving it slowly in and out as he kissed her lips and face. "I love you so much Lindy. I can't believe how lucky I am. I just can't wait until everyone knows it." His finger trailed up between her lips now, resting on her clit and wet from being inside her. He caressed her clit expertly. He had studied what she responded to, there was no wasted effort, just the exact approach she loved, starting soft and slow and building up, circling swirls around and over her little nub. As he rubbed her, he watched where she tensed, when she breathed in sharply, indicating he had found a particularly sensitive spot. He stopped for a moment to push her nightgown off her shoulder, exposing a breast. Going back to his stimulations, he blew on her nipple, watching it crinkle and harden. He wondered how he would feel if she decided to breastfeed their baby. He knew it was best, but he wondered how it would be to make love to her when she was full of milk. Would it be weird? At least for the next seven to eight months, they were all his, he thought, sucking the nipple into his mouth and caressing it with his tongue. Belinda stifled a moan. He was rubbing her clit faster now, dropping down occasionally to her honeypot to gather some more moisture. Belinda grabbed an extra pillow and buried her face in it, trying to keep her moans under control. Her legs tightened and she came. Opening his mouth to free her nipple, Sam slipped down between her legs, lapping up the juices that her orgasm had created. He slowly shimmied his tongue up to her still-swollen clit, flicking it lightly with his tongue. Belinda pushed the pillow harder against her mouth and didn't stop him. Slowly, he flipped his tongue up and down, as if he were turning a light off and on. With only the slightest pressure he slid his tongue over her again and again. At first she held herself tight, but then her legs came apart, allowing him greater access. He began licking more quickly and forcefully. Her sex was sopping, and he could feel his face being covered with his juices. Still holding the pillow to her mouth with one hand, Belinda put her other hand on the back of his head, forcing his tongue against her. In less than a minute, she was coming again, every muscle in her body taut. The climax passed, they lay still for a moment. No noise from the kitchen. Sam slid off his boxers, the only thing he was wearing, and rubbed the head of his cock against Belinda's cunt. She was dripping wet, and he slid easily into her. Belinda had pushed the pillow aside. In the past, she had never wanted to kiss him after he went down on her, so she surprised him by licking his slippery face and thrusting her tongue in his mouth. "I taste sweet," she whispered, with a grin. "Why do you think I'm always trying to get in between your legs, you dirty girl?" Belinda looked at Sam, upset and embarrassed. "Was that dirty? I'm sorry!" "No, no, baby. I'm kidding. It was incredibly sexy and loving. I like when you get down and dirty, like you did when we were away. You're always amazing, but sometimes you blow my socks off." She kissed his face again and smiled. Then ran her tongue across his upper lip and smacked her lips. Sam thought he was going to come right then. He pistoned in and out of her heavenly wetness, the heat building within him. He tried to hold back, but it had been days since they had been together, and in a moment he was coming, his cock throbbing with pleasure. Belinda held him close, wanting him to stay inside her for just a bit before she had to go back to her lonely bed. CHAPTER 18 The summer was drawing to a close. Sam and Mr. Sims had finished up the water garden, and it was gorgeous. Belinda had finished her statistics class with a B and was feverishly packing. While she normally just took enough clothes to hold her until the next season, since she came home a few times per year, this time she was taking more than usual to give herself more options for covering her baby bump as it began to grow. The morning sickness Sam had predicted had started, not too bad when she made sure to sip on ginger ale and keep crackers stashed in her room to munch on first thing in the morning. But a sick taste still lingered from a phone call from Hailey. She wanted Belinda to know that despite the "ugliness," as she called it, they were still friends and asked if she and Belinda could go shopping, "My treat!!!" Belinda had told her, calmly, that she hoped Hailey would invest the money for her future, put it toward a down payment on a house or more education or something that would make her life better long-term, not spend it on clothes that would be out of style in a season. And, she said, before hanging up the phone, there would be no shopping date: "We stopped being friends the day you decided it was okay to steal from my makeup bag." As the icing of the cake, Belinda was required to attend a garden party her parents hosted to show off the new water garden. Had she been given a choice, a root canal without anesthesia would have been her first choice. But Susannah wanted Chip and Belinda at the party, and what Susannah wanted, Susannah generally got. Besides her anger at the fact that no mention was made at all of the two men who had worked all summer to build the garden everyone oohed and ahhed over, Belinda had to fend off the renewed advances of Peyton Higginbotham, who she had decided was dumber than a stump, but who still reckoned himself to be the answer to Belinda's prayers. It was excruciating. Sam left the next day, the trunk of his car stuffed full of Belinda's things, which had been carefully carried out when no one was around to see. No matter how careful they were, if their secret came out, Belinda was fairly certain she it might be a while before she was welcome at home. And, she thought, she might need an expanded wardrobe to cover her expanded belly. Sam had arranged with his friend Rick that he would keep most of his things at Rick's apartment in exchange for a storage fee that was enough to let Rick cover the rent on his apartment without taking on a roommate. That left the bulk of Sam's housing allowance—which came with his scholarship—to be banked for the future. And if he needed, he could crash at Rick's for a night or two a week if needed without a closet full of his clothes giving his presence at the apartment away. Hiding his toothbrush from time to time certainly beat sneaking around constantly and setting up electronic alarms. It might be a little unconventional, but Sam and Belinda would be living as man and wife in their own apartment. "I've got bad news," Belinda told Sam when she arrived back at school three days later. "I have to take six classes this semester to graduate. When I went online to register, I got into five of them. But I still need a biology class—it's a core requirement so there's no getting around it. Every single section is full. I even called the registrar, and I'm on a waiting list, but there are 400 people in front of me. I don't see that many people dropping the class." She was fuming, but Sam calmly asked her if she had been planning on leaving town without him. She looked at him, not getting his meaning. "I won't be done with school until May, Lindy. Just take the last class in the spring. We can afford to pay for one class, and my housing allowance will give us a place to live. It will be fine." Then he sprung a surprise on her. "Classes don't start for a week. What if we fly to Chicago this weekend and you can meet my family?" The normally unflappable Belinda felt her stomach heave, even though it was late in the day and her morning sickness has long passed. She realized she was terrified. "Are you sure they'll like me?" "Lindy, they are going to love you." Belinda worried that they wouldn't like that Sam was a secret from her family, but kept her fears to herself. "I'll start packing," she said with half-hearted smile. "Not quite yet," Sam said. "Come outside for a second." He had come over from Rick's where he had been couch surfing for the past few days when Belinda had called to say she was at the apartment. Now, he picked her up, and keeping a promise he had made to her, he carried her over the doorstep. "Oooof, seems like you are a lot heavier than the last time I did this," he clowned. Belinda laughed. "You better not be saying that when I really am a lot heavier. I might heave a gallon of pickle-flavored ice cream at you." Still holding Belinda in his arms, Sam kicked the door closed behind them and carried his wife to the bedroom. He fetched her ring from the nightstand table and slipped it on her finger. "Well, Mrs. Greene, can I interest you in second honeymoon?" Despite the morning sickness, Belinda found that her changing hormones meant that she felt even more desire for Sam than she had in the past. Without even answering him, she slipped off her light top, stepped out of her skirt and slid into the bed. Watching her naked form emerge from beneath her clothes, Sam was hard in an instant. He shucked his own clothes and slid into the bed by his wife. They had kissed passionate hellos already, so Sam moved his warm mouth to Belinda's neck, nibbling and licking her soft skin. "You smell so good," he whispered. With a practiced hand, he slid a finger under the clasp of Belinda's white lace bra. It fastened in the front and so with a slight lift and twist of the clasp, it fell free, leaving Belinda's white breasts exposed to the air, the round pink nipples rapidly hardening as her desire for her handsome husband grew. He licked and fondled them. Since he learned of the pregnancy, Sam found himself thinking often of how Belinda's body would change. He loved her little B-cup breasts, but he was also beginning to get turned on by the idea of watching them grow and fill with milk. He fantasized about it as he continued licking and sucking her nipples, which were growing hard under his tongue. For her part, Belinda found that her breasts were rather tender, but that they were also much more sensitive and were still able to send messages directly to a spot between her legs, a spot that was growing warmer and wetter by the moment. She wanted a touch on her clit. She thought of touching herself; she had done it once in front of Sam and it had turned them both on, but it still embarrassed her. She spread her legs and asked Sam to touch her. He happily obliged, first wetting a finger by slipping it into her hot opening, then rubbing his calloused fingertip across her clit. Belinda sighed with happiness. Sam focused so much on her satisfaction when they were together and it made her feel incredibly loved. At the moment, he was focused on bringing her to a crashing orgasm. His mouth moved from one breast to the other, licking and sucking. He drew a nipple between his lips and rolled it firmly with his tongue, then nipped it lightly with his teeth. Belinda pushed her hips up against him in response and he picked up the pace of the music he was making on her hard love bud. He rubbed her harder and faster, feeling her legs tense, her abs tense, all of her tense as her powerful orgasm made her sit up on the bed as a guttural moan escaped from between her lips. She couldn't even form words, just "mmmm" and "ahhhhs," and then when she recovered, a "That was so good." She turning to kiss him then laying back down, resting for a moment in his strong arms, each muscle cut and defined after his summer's labors. After a moment, she turned over and got up on her hands and knees. "Be inside me?" she said, part question, part command. Sam was happy to comply. He knelt behind her, entering her wet depths. As she felt herself filled by the man she loved, felt him rocking slowly back and forth inside her, another orgasm began building in Belinda. Overcoming her inhibitions, she lowered her chest to the bed, resting her head on one arm and using the free arm to reach down and between her legs. She moved slowly, languidly across her clit, wanting to hold back until she could come with her man. It had been five days since they had been together, and Sam knew he wouldn't be able to last long. He tried to move slowly. He succeeded at first, but his lover was so warm, so tight, and so wet. Her moans as he she approached her own orgasm didn't help any. "I'm so close Lindy, come with me, come with me baby," he moaned. Belinda rubbed her clit faster, and in a moment she had caught up with him, "Cumming, cumming, cumming." Sam slammed his cock hard in to her, rocketing himself deep into her cunt as they came together.