Ann: The Married Years Ch. 29

"Damn," she panted as he finally let her breathe. "How do you get inside my head like that?"

Placing his palm over her left breast, he shook his head first, before nodding. "I'm not in your head, babe. I'm in your heart."

"See... that's what I'm talking about," she purred, another tear streaming down her pretty face. Turning in the seat to face him, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "All those little things you do and say just make me melt. Like this bracelet."

She looked at the gold strand adorning her left wrist. It was a simple piece of jewelry, not fancy or expensive. It was actually understated, which was why she loved it. That and the reason he bought it.

"Who buys their wife a Mother's Day present before she even has the baby?" she asked again, still stunned that he'd thought to do such a thing.

"You're carrying my child, Ann. You're already a mother. Who said the baby has to be born in order to celebrate Mother's Day?"

"You didn't even know I was pregnant on Mother's Day. I didn't tell you until you came home the next week."

"I know... and I'm glad you waited to tell me in person."

"It killed me, but it seemed like the right thing to do."

"It was. I just wish I wasn't gone for so long, and that I could have given you the bracelet on the actually day. Then again, you got your engagement ring well after we were engaged. At least this time I was the one to buy the jewelry." he winked.

"It was perfect, baby." They kissed again, but she broke it off quickly when her stomach growled. "Sorry... I've got to eat. I'm starving."

"Fickle," he teased, knowing she couldn't help the way her body was changing.

"Yeah, well... you know what's going to happen once I finish eating," she smirked before taking a huge bite of her sandwich.

"Oh... yeah," he grinned. "I forgot about that."

"No you didn't," she giggled as she reached for his crotch again, feeling the hardness of his shaft as it pressed against his inner thigh. "You're already hard for me."

"I'm pretty much always hard for you."

"No, but I love that you make it seem that way."

They finished their lunch, Ann flirting and teasing Neil while he ate, making sure he was hard. She even moaned when she felt the wet spot on the front of his shorts, knowing she'd made him leak a generous amount of precum.

"Someone's excited," she grinned.

"I'm just trying to do my part for you. Where are you going now?" he asked as she stood.

"Where I always go these days," she said as she pointed to the restroom. "I won't be long. I'll meet you in the car... and you better be ready for me. I don't want to throw up."

It was the strangest phenomenon. Ann's morning sickness wasn't new. She obviously wasn't the first to experience it, or to look for ways to try and deal with it. It wasn't even strange that it wasn't necessarily a morning thing. It could happen to her at any time, as she found out that happened to a lot of women. Every pregnancy was different, and finding ways to handle the nausea was a common goal.

She'd determined that there were two stages to the queasiness. First, there was the overwhelming feeling she'd get from having an empty stomach. That was all the more reason to fight off vomiting. It only perpetuated the cycle. But once she ate, she'd also feel a little sick, and she'd have to fight to keep her food down that first half-hour.

She lived with that the first couple of weeks when she first started experiencing the symptoms. After all, Neil was gone, and she didn't know she was pregnant at first. She took a home pregnancy test, but followed that up with a trip to her doctor, who confirmed she was indeed expecting. The thrill that ran through her was incredible. At the same time, she didn't know what to do. Neil wouldn't be back for another couple of weeks, and she wanted to tell him face to face.

He never cared that she didn't tell him right away... even when he found out several of their friends knew before he did. He loved the way she told him, surprising him at the airport in her hot, sexy little outfit. And she more than made up for not telling him when they finally got a chance to be together at the hotel stay he'd surprised her with, willing to have a night of adult fun with Tammy, the girl that had been the first to recognize Neil as James Bond four years prior.

That next morning, Ann woke him up with a blowjob. She gave him another shortly after they had brunch in bed. It was then she discovered the secret to controlling her morning sickness. Who knew that swallowing a big load of his cum would somehow calm her stomach?

In truth it was more of a pacifier effect. At least, that was his opinion. She was sucking on his cock, which gave her something else to focus on besides the way she was feeling, and that in and of itself made her feel better. To her, it was more than that. There was something about the salty-sweet taste, and the thick texture going down her throat. It was more than just the act itself. She actually found his sperm soothing.

He kidded her about it often, the idea that the only way she could keep her food down was shoving his thick cock into her throat. She shot back that she rarely deepthroated him because she needed to taste his load, letting it coat her throat on the way to her stomach. But there was a naughtiness to it that wasn't lost on her.

And she needed that feeling; the longing desire to stay connected to the slut inside her. It certainly wasn't going to come from fucking him any time soon. While she'd been able to find a solution to the incessant nausea, actually having sex had become problematic. With her suddenly weak bladder, the way his thick cock pressed inside her made it incredibly difficult for her to maintain control. It was uncomfortable for her to fuck, so much so that they weren't.

He hadn't complained. After all, he was getting his cock sucked so much that it seemed like it was in her mouth more than it was in his pants. Nevertheless, he felt bad for her, knowing how much she wanted to feel him inside; to feel like herself again. And so he made sure he reciprocated. While he wasn't doing it as often as she was, oral sex became his way of giving back; a way to help relieve some of the stress her body was under.

As he walked out to the car, his cock throbbing, he thought about what she'd said before she walked into the bathroom. She was going to suck him again, likely right there in the parking lot, and that had him excited. But in the back of his mind, he knew she was horny too. As hard as he was, he knew her pussy was probably dripping.

"I hope I can find a way to help her cum soon," he sighed.

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"I really hope we don't have a daughter," she confided once, soon after she'd discovered the secret to curing her queasiness. He'd just come home from work, and she was on her knees as he sat in his favorite chair, her tongue licking around the bulbous head of his prick.

"Really? Why would you say that?"

"Well for one, little girls can be so whiny. Boys are so much easier."

"And you're getting that from...."

"Raising Matt and Maria. She was unbearable at times."

"So you're basing that on one kid."

"No, it's pretty much a fact... at least that's my opinion. Regardless, I'd hate to have a girl and have her ask me about what I'm doing right now," she grinned.

"What are you talking about?"

"Can't you picture it? Someday she calls me up and asks, 'Mom... how did you deal with your morning sickness?' And I have to tell her that I sucked her father's cock and swallowed his cum just to settle my stomach. I'd never have to have that conversation with a son."

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Babe, whether we have a boy or a girl, I'm pretty sure it won't come as a shock that you suck a lot of cock."

"You're saying you'd be okay with that kind of conversation."

"We're going to be open with them about sex, aren't we?"

"Absolutely. I don't want them in the dark like I was."

"Well, then I'm pretty sure our daughter would understand, because we've been up front about who we are."

"I guess you're right. It still seems odd that this is the only way I can keep from barfing."

"I'm sure there's another way, Anna. I'd guess there's quite a few of them."

"What's your point?" she grinned as she licked the underside of his shaft.

"That you love the idea that the only way you'll feel better is to suck my cock."

"And just what makes you say that?"

"Because deep down inside, you know you're a slut. And that makes this so much more than just a cure for morning sickness, doesn't it?"

"Mmm... yes. It does," she winked.

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Ann saw him as she crossed the parking lot, and she could tell what he was doing through the windshield. She'd had him back into a space behind the restaurant when they arrived and he'd done so, not thinking anything odd in the request. Instead of heading to the passenger door, she walked to his side. Peering through the open window, she began giggling that he'd actually done as she'd suggested.

Leaning down, she rested her arms on the door, sticking her head inside, watching as he slowly stroked his very erect cock through the opening in his shorts. Yet she couldn't resist playfully chiding him.

"It would be easier for me if you'd take off your shorts, baby."

"Really... right here in the parking lot?"

"There's a reason I made you park way out here in the back. No one's around to see but me," she grinned.

"Fine. Get in and I'll take them off."

"Uh-uh. I want to watch. Take them off for me lover."

He was suddenly glad it was dusk. Undoing the button at the top, he started to lift his hips. "DAMN!" he growled as the seatbelt dug into his waist. She giggled as he fought with the buckle, trying to release the belt. Once he freed himself, he lifted his ass off the seat and slowly peeled down the shorts.

She sighed at the sight of his balls coming into view, the thrill of seeing him naked where he shouldn't be making her lick her lips subconsciously. She loved that he'd foregone the underwear for her. That alone had made it easier for her to suck him after they'd had breakfast. And lunch.

With dinner now complete, she was eyeing her dessert, hoping he had another big load built up in his heavy balls.

"Okay... now can you get in?" he groaned, feeling the breeze wash across his naked lower half.

"The shirt too," she hissed, steam practically coming out of the corners of her mouth.

Knowing better than to argue, he leaned forward as he put his muscular arms over his head, grabbing the t-shirt in the middle of his back. Pulling quickly, he ducked his head, whipping the shirt over it in powerful, fluid motion.

"My god... you even make that sexy," she groaned.

Tossing the shirt into the back seat with his shorts, he didn't wait to be told to take his shoes and socks off. Seconds later he was totally naked behind the steering wheel, waiting on his wife to decide when to join him in the car.

"Masturbate," she said with a hitch in her voice, a flash of excitement in her eyes.

"WHAT?"

"You were already doing it when I walked up, Neil. I want to watch you jack off."

"I thought you were trying to keep from hurling," he barked with shock in his voice. "Are you over your morning sickness now?"

"No. And I'm going to swallow your load ... but I want to watch you first. Do it for me, baby. Stroke that thick cock."

He sighed, knowing he was in over his head now. He was also too turned on to stop. He might regret doing what she asked, but it was certain he'd feel that way if he didn't. Taking his shaft in his hand, he slowly began stroking the length.

"That is so hot," she cooed as she ran her hand across his chest, flicking a finger over one of his nipples.

"Oh... damn," he groaned, the electricity from her soft touch making him shake.

Spreading her fingers, she ran the tips across his belly, coming closer and closer to his crotch. Leaning in further, he thought she might take over what he was doing. Instead, she slipped her hand between the door and his seat, finding the latch for the back hatch. Popping it, she grinned as she pulled away from the window.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he watched her walk around the front of the car.

Opening the passenger door, she flipped the lever on her seat to make it flip forward, reaching into the back to grab his clothes. "Making this more exciting for you," she teased as she shut her door. Opening the hatch, she threw his things inside, laughing at his protests. Seconds later she was back by his side, playing with his nipple again.

"Okay baby... you keep jacking off. I'm going to go inside and get us a Diet Coke for the road."

"I'm not thirsty," he quietly protested, "And if youdrink any more, we'll be stopping three more times."

"Hmm... it's more for you than for me, baby."

"I just told you, I'm not --"

She leaned into the car, kissing him wildly as her hand joined his on his thick cock. Guiding his stroke, she squeezed her fist over top of his, making precum squirt out past the tiny opening. She slowly traced her index finger in the clear liquid, spreading it all over the head, making him moan in her mouth.

"I'm going to come back and lick that off. But first I'm going to go get us a drink. Keep jacking off baby. I'm going to need that load soon before I get queasy again."

She backed away and started to walk to the restaurant. "Please, Anna. Let's just go."

Looking over her shoulder, she grinned. "We're getting a drink, Neil. I can either go get it myself, or we can go through the drive-thru. It's your choice."

She didn't have to wait for an answer, knowing he couldn't do anything with his clothes in the back of the car. The drink was an excuse to leave him alone, naked. She thought of all the times he'd done something like that to her, specifically recalling their trip back from California, where he'd made her walk out of a Wendy's topless. Hell, he'd made her walk into a hotel naked, save for a garter and stockings, the night she surprised him at the airport with the news of their pregnancy. While she wasn't trying to get even, she did love the idea of giving him a nervous thrill.

"I hope he doesn't cum while I'm in here," she said as she stood in line at the counter.

There was no real danger of that. He was so mortified that he sat still, barely stroking his cock. If anything, he was using his hand to hide his crotch. There was no one nearby, at least that he could see. And he had an advantage of having a privacy fence behind the car. With him backed into the space, he could see everything in front of him. But that didn't stop his heart from pounding like he was running a sprint.

Ann strolled toward the car like a runway model, one foot planted seductively in front of the other, making her slender hips sway back and forth. It was as good as she felt for months. She was still experiencing morning sickness, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it was early on. Truth be told, she didn't have to suck Neil's cock in order to control it anymore. But she didn't have the heart to tell him otherwise. She loved him thinking that she did, and she loved having that mammoth cock explode in her pretty little mouth.

As she neared the car, she played with the straw in the drink, extending her tongue in such a provocative way she was certain she heard him groan across the parking lot. Her girlish laughter made its way back to his ears, and he found himself stroking more fervently with each step she made. Again she approached his door instead of hers, this time actually opening it.

"What are you doing?" he asked in a wary voice.

Placing the drink on the ground, she dropped to her knees next to the car, lifting up the front of her shirt to show off her braless breasts. He groaned approvingly, his cock doing the thinking at the moment. That he was totally naked, and the car was in a fast food parking lot didn't seem to enter into the equation. Her half-nudity, and the fact that she was leaning in to take his cock into her mouth trumped whatever warnings that should have been going off in his northern head.

He eyed her body, marveling at the subtle transformation. Yes, her stomach had grown out just a little, but her tits had also started to become a bit bigger. It wasn't a huge difference yet so early in the pregnancy, but he couldn't help but imagine how big they might become. He'd always told her he loved her breasts just they way they were. And he did. Yet he couldn't help but wonder how she was going to look with larger ones.

That popped out of his head the second she swiped her tongue over the head of his cock, licking the precum that had oozed from the very tip.

"Mmm... that tastes so sweet," she hummed, her voice deep and sexy. He started to take his hand away so she could suck him fully, but she placed hers over top, holding it there. "No baby... you're jacking off. I want you to make mess for me to clean up."

"But Anna...."

"No buts, baby," she warned lovingly. Leaning further, she slaked his balls with her tongue batting them playfully as she tilted her head to see his face.

"How do you do that?" he moaned, marveling at the way she would contort her body just to pleasure him.

"No talking... start pumping that cock. I want a big load on that chest."

Taking the lever in his hand, he leaned his seat back to give them both more room. As she sucked at his balls, he did as she practically commanded, stroking his shaft with a sense of urgency. He was in no hurry to get to their old home town, and he wasn't necessarily desperate to cum. But the quicker he got off, the sooner he'd be able to get dressed.

It didn't take him long at all. The masturbating he'd been doing up to that point had been like personal foreplay; his wife had added the extra stimulation by taking control. Now that she was licking and sucking below his shaft, his climax came with a blast that surprised him.

"OH... ANNA!" he growled through his clenched teeth, the first spurt landing near his neck.

She sat up, taking his balls in her hand, squeezing them as she watched his fist flying. "YES!" she cheered; the stripes of white cum lining his tan torso.

The muscles in his thighs looked like they were going to burst through the skin. His groin strained, flexing with each spurt that erupted from his shaft. His body was glazed in perspiration, making it shine.

"That is so... hot! I love watching you get yourself off, baby."

"You're welcome," he panted, staring at the ceiling.

"So are you," she giggled.

"Why... what?" he wondered, batting his eyes as he glanced at her.

"You have to admit, you loved doing that. And you never would have if I didn't make you."

His chuckle wafted into the parking lot. "You made me?"

"You're naked with a load of cum all over you... is that how you envisioned this playing out?"

"Heh... no," he admitted.

"Well, there you go," she smiled as she lowered her shirt. Picking up the drink, she closed his door. Walking around the front of the car, she got in, still grinning. "Let's go."

"Let's go?"

"I told you, I'm going to clean you up."

"So start cleaning so I can get dressed."

"I never said anything about giving you your clothes back. I want to make this last. Now get going... I'm not cleaning you up until we're out of town."

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That began what Ann hoped would be an incredible weeklong vacation visiting family and friends. More than that, she wanted it to be amazing for Neil. Because she hadn't been feeling all that well, their sexual activities had been a lot less than what she'd come to expect. She knew he felt the same way, but he was being so sweet about it. In fact, he simply asked what he could do to help her, never bringing up the subject of sex.