Kellie and Brad Ch. 06

Brad told the rest of his friends at work on Monday, and they all gave him their best wishes. Some of the younger guys congratulated him on his lovemaking prowess and "accuracy", which made Brad groan even while he laughed.

That same evening Kellie happily read the replies her brother and sister each sent to her e-mail announcing her pregnancy. She was disappointed that they found it so difficult to set aside time to chat online via Skype, but she didn't hold it against them because their schedules were so very busy. She treasured the words her siblings sent to her and she promised each of them to e-mail pictures of the baby as soon as she could after the birth date.

Soon enough word had spread throughout the little town, and most everyone gave Kellie and Brad a friendly wave and best wishes and congrats on the upcoming addition to their family. The young couple were appreciative of all the positive vibes being sent their way.

It was only after the initial excitement and flurry of activity died down that Brad and Kellie really thought and talked together about how the baby would change their lives. They realized they didn't exactly have a lot of guidance or places to turn to for advice in that regard. Brad's parents could describe their experiences, which Kellie also teasingly admitted she'd enjoy because she'd get to hear his embarrassing childhood stories. But Kellie's aunt and uncle never had children, and none of their friends had kids either. They decided they could do their own research and ask Dr. Holland for help, but otherwise they would just have to learn on the fly.

They found that prospect both exciting and more than a little bit daunting.

*******

She woke up and stretched, clearing her head after a good night's sleep.

On a crisp late August morning Kellie climbed out of the king-sized bed she and Brad shared in the honeymoon suite of the fancy spa and resort at which family and friends had so generously gifted them a week's stay as a late honeymoon vacation.

Kellie had been looking forward to this trip for quite some time. Now that she was here, she saw even more clearly what all the fuss was about. The resort was as wonderful as advertised. The grounds were well-manicured, the hotel was stately and dignified yet did not lack for any amenities, and everyone employed at the resort they had met so far were extremely courteous and professional.

She didn't know if it was the influence of the resort, coincidence, or some other reason, but Kellie couldn't help but notice one other feature. Everyone she saw here, from the minute she stepped into the resort's grand foyer at their arrival yesterday afternoon, through to the fancy dinner they shared at the resort bistro, was beautiful. Guests and staff alike were beautiful. Hell, even many of the men were "beautiful", as opposed to being rugged and handsome like Brad.

Kellie heard the sound of shower running and smiled, picturing Brad's strong, manly form glistening with the hot water that would run in rivulets down every square centimetre of his body. She stretched again and slowly shuffled to the mirror. She took a long look, training her mind to appraise herself critically but not unduly so. Some days this was very difficult; one thing both she and Brad had learned about her being pregnant was the presence of the hormones running through her. The last time she could remember having so many emotional ups and downs was just after entering adolescence.

Today, however, was a good day, and Kellie liked the reflection looking back at her. Sure, she thought to herself, right now the nightgown she was wearing was unflattering, even if it was also very comfortable. Despite that she considered herself to be one beautiful woman. Even with, or maybe especially with, her pregnancy, which was now rather obvious to everyone as she was well into her sixth month. Later tonight, after a day spent in the spa and being pampered with a manicure, pedicure, massage and whatever else she could want and/or afford to have done to her, she figured she would look even better.

"Just try and resist me tonight, Brad," she said to herself.

In most ways, Brad had been an ideal partner during her pregnancy. Comforting her when she had a worrying spell, letting her relax when she was tired, dealing with her mood swings and unusual food cravings... almost anything she could have asked for, he had done. But for some, strange reason she could not understand, Brad seemed reluctant to have sex with her.

Certainly this had never been a problem before. He was always ready and willing to make love to her when she wanted; sometimes she even had to ask him to keep his libido in check when she wasn't in the mood.

Which wasn't that often, if she were being completely honest with herself. One of the things she learned about herself that had surprised her most during her time together with Brad was how strong her sex drive really was. Being without a partner for as long as she was meant those desires were suppressed, but once her relationship with Brad had become intimate that all changed, and in a big way.

Now, at this stage of her pregnancy, and just as Dr. Holland had suggested could happen, her craving for sex had increased even more.

Kellie made up her mind right then and there. She was going to discuss this with him tonight, whether he was ready to hear it or not. She had needs, after all.

Just as she was planning exactly what she wanted to say, she heard the bathroom door open. Brad walked out, his hair still damp, a towel wrapped around his waist. Seeing him provided another reminder of just how easily she became aroused these days; she immediately felt herself moisten down below.

Brad kissed her on the cheek and said, "Shower's all yours, babe."

"Thanks honey." Kellie then smiled mischievously. "You sure I can't convince you to join me and get your own mani-pedi treatment?"

He laughed and shook his head. "No, thank you, that's quite all right. But I hope you enjoy it, and make sure they take good care of you. I'll be fine with sticking to my original plan."

Kellie rolled her eyes. "I guess I can understand you not going with me, somehow I don't think a manicure would really suit you. But golf? Really? I mean, I like sports as much as any girl, maybe more, but that is one game for which I've never understood the appeal."

Brad just shrugged. "Well, that's OK. You do lots of things I don't understand."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" Kellie huffed.

"Well, like your constant craving of pickles all of a sudden, for one thing. It's getting so I can't even stand the smell of dill anymore."

"Hey, baby wants pickles," Kellie smirked, rubbing her stomach. "Who am I to argue with that?"

Brad smiled and decided not to push the issue. "I guess if you put it that way..." At that moment he looked at the clock. "I should get going. Have fun today, honey, see you tonight."

They kissed briefly again before Kellie entered the bathroom, leaving Brad to get dressed and make his tee time. Kellie disrobed and set the water at a nice warm temperature before stepping into the shower. She noticed the shower head was detachable, so she took hold of it for a closer look. It had a number of different settings, including a pulsating spray.

A naughty smile crept across Kellie's face. Whether she had to put this feature to use all week just to get off, or whether it would serve as an appetizer to tonight's main course with her man, she decided it was time to get up close and personal with the shower head. Modern plumbing truly is a wonderful thing, she thought to herself.

********

He had an even better time golfing than he expected.

Brad was relaxing in the "19thhole" lounge attached to the golf course where he had finished his round. He was a little worried at first about being matched up with people he didn't know; nothing ruined a round of golf more than being forced to play with people you didn't like. But he had few problems with the three guys currently joining him at the table. They were a little younger than he was, just in or barely out of college he suspected, and while they were better golfers than he was, the margin was not that wide. They were fun to be around and generally good-natured, even if two of them were a little on the crude side. They joked and laughed a lot, and they encouraged his good shots while not acting too condescendingly at his bad ones. They convinced him to have a drink with them at the lounge, so that's where he currently found himself.

While the three guys continued to talk amongst themselves, Brad quietly nursed his light beer and slipped further into his thoughts. And as they often did when he had time to himself, his thoughts revolved around Kellie.

He had never failed to find Kellie beautiful. Even on her most difficult days, when she was sick or otherwise not feeling her best, he thought she was a stunning representative of the female form. Now that she was pregnant, Brad believed she was even more beautiful, in a way that he could never hope to properly describe. She had a glow to her, and the confidence and "joie de vivre" she had come to carry herself with since they started their relationship increased tenfold. It made him happy. It made him proud of her.

It made him horny.

But Kellie being pregnant also put some strange ideas into his head. At first the concept of him having sex with the mother of his child unnerved him. He soon got over that, only to somehow convince himself his wife didn't want any sexual contact at all while she was pregnant. Walking in on an unsuspecting Kellie while she masturbated, and almost doing a faceplant while he tried to escape without her noticing, quickly disabused him of that notion.

His most recent concern was that sex would harm the baby. He didn't know why he thought that, he just did, and he had trouble getting the idea out of his mind. He thought about calling Dr. Holland to ask if his belief was true but felt very self-conscious about doing so. Still curious, he ended up doing his own research, just before they left for this vacation. And everything he learned said that, assuming there were no medical problems, and Kellie had said all along that both she and baby were doing very well, it was safe for pregnant women to have sex.

Brad decided that tonight he was going to do what he should have done a long time ago; talk to Kellie about their desires and how to handle being intimate and pleasing each other before she had to give birth. Too much longer and the sexual tension would be too much for him to bear, not to mention how Kellie might be handling it.

He was planning how to word his apology when he was interrupted by the snapping of fingers mere inches from his face. Startled, he nearly jumped out of his chair, and then relaxed when he heard the sound of the other three guys laughing.

"Hey man, there you are, thought we lost you there for a minute," the blond one said.

"Sorry guys," Brad replied, "I just have a lot on my mind right now."

"Maybe another beer would help," the squat, curly-haired guy suggested as he looked to grab the attention of a waitress.

Brad shook his head. "Thanks, but no thanks. I've had a good time, but I'm here with my wife and I really should get back to see her soon."

"Ah, come on!" the blond one yelled. "Vacations like these are supposed to be about getting away from the wife, not spending more time with her!"

"This is different; it's our honeymoon, actually."

"Oh, well then what the hell are you doing here, you should be all over her right now!" Blond Guy joked.

"She's getting a manicure and pedicure and all that girly stuff. Great for her, obviously, but not really my kind of thing. As you can probably guess."

"Isn't that sweet, she's getting herself all pretty for you!" Curly laughed, and Brad just groaned.

The third golfer, a tall, thin man who even sitting down towered over his compatriots, elbowed Curly in the ribs. "Hey, have some respect! This is the man's wife you're talking about!" He rolled his eyes and looked at Brad. "Sorry about that man, these two are good guys but sometimes they just don't know when to stop."

Brad shrugged it off. "Don't worry about it."

"So what does your wife do, if you don't mind me asking?" Tall Guy queried.

Brad smiled and couldn't help but be a little boastful. "Oh, she's only the skip of the Canadian champions in back to back years and the best curler on the planet!"

Blond's eyes widened. "Ohmigod, your wife is Kellie Galenchuk? You lucky bastard! She's so damn hot!"

"Oh yeah," Curly enthusiastically agreed, "I'd hit that in a heartbeat!"

Tall Guy shot his friends a withering look that immediately shut them up, and then buried his head in his hands. "See what I mean?" he grumbled.

Brad could only laugh, taken aback as he was by Tall Guy's friends' lack of tact.

"Listen, I hope you don't mind me saying this," Tall Guy soon added, "but even if my friends were rather rude in expressing themselves, they do have a point. Your wife is very talented and beautiful and you are very fortunate to be married to her."

"Don't I know it!" Brad exclaimed. On that note, he took his leave and wished the three guys well. As he walked away he briefly doubted if the blond and curly-haired guys had ever really been with any women for any length of time. He also wondered how many times their tall friend bailed them out of bad situations.

He entered the suite and looked around for Kellie. He didn't see her but the bathroom door was shut so he assumed she was in there.

"Hello?" he shouted.

"I'm in here Brad!" Kellie yelled back from inside the bathroom, just as he suspected. "I'll be out in a minute!"

Brad listened to her rummage around and patiently waited. As he heard the doorknob turn, he said, "Kellie, I need to talk to you. I..."

The rest of what he was going to say was stolen from his throat when he saw Kellie emerge. She was wearing nothing more than sunglasses and a bikini that would have been daring on most women, but on a pregnant one such as her was on the verge of scandalous. The top seemed to barely contain her now heaving breasts, and while the bottom did keep her sex covered well enough, a twirl from her soon revealed that a healthy portion of her rear end was exposed to the world.

What was more, the spa treatment she had during the day had really agreed with her. She looked relaxed yet vibrant. Brad had never been one to harbor a foot fetish, but he soon became drawn to Kellie's feet and how pretty they looked as they were freshly cared for, scrubbed and the nails decorated with mauve nail polish.

"Lord have mercy," Brad whispered in awe. Kellie giggled, and her eyes sparkled with life at his reaction to her skimpy attire and overall appearance.

"I'm glad to hear I still have that effect on you, baby," she said in a naughtily teasing voice. "I was beginning to think I had lost my touch." She lightly brushed her lips over his cheek and stroked her hand over the part of his chest that she knew so well how much it turned his crank. She sauntered in the direction of the large outdoor patio deck that made up part of the honeymoon suite. Looking back over her shoulder, she cooed, "It would be such a waste to not use the deck and catch a bit of sunlight while we're here. You'll come out and join me, won't you?"

Brad whipped off his golfing clothes and scrambled to the bathroom to quickly wash up. He rummaged through the dresser drawers until he found his swimsuit. He tried to put it on as fast as possible, a process made more difficult by his erect penis, which obscenely tented the front of his trunks once he had them secured. He ran out to the patio door and, trying to maintain some semblance of cool, slowly opened it and walked out to sit in the deck chair next to his gorgeous pregnant wife.

Kellie looked down the edge of her sunglasses and ogled Brad's body, then giggled when she noticed both the tent in his shorts and how he was trying to play it cool and miserably failing. His quick breaths made it obvious both how much he hurried to be out here with her and how hot he really was for her.

"Can you put some sunscreen on me, honey?" she asked him sweetly.

Brad took the bottle from the patio table and squirted a generous amount on each leg. His strong hands rubbed each of her feminine but strong leg muscles. He took plenty of time to massage and plant several kisses over each of her pretty feet. He applied another dollop of sunscreen to her stomach and gently caressed all over her torso, taking care to not apply to much pressure to where she was carrying their unborn child. He could smell the rich aroma of her arousal cutting through the coconut oil in the lotion and it was enough to drive him nearly out of his mind.

Kellie sighed in pleasure. She had been well cared for and pampered today, subject to the ministrations of experts well-trained in their fields, but the way Brad touched her was just different. His touches were filled with love, something that no one else could ever replicate. They sent shockwaves through her body, and the sexual being within her demanded attention.

"God I missed this so much," she breathed.

"I know, baby," Brad said with more than a hint of shame in his voice. "It's what I wanted to talk to you about tonight. Instead of communicating with you like I should have, I just assumed that you being pregnant meant you didn't want to have sex, or that we couldn't or shouldn't because it might harm the baby. I don't know why I thought those things, and now I know that I was wrong."

Kellie felt sympathy for Brad; he was trying to do the right thing all along and was just confused, as men sometimes get, about what the right thing really was. A naughty idea then invaded her thoughts, and smiling, she decided to run with it.

"Clearly you weren't thinking right, Brad," her husky voice rumbled through the late summer air.

"I know, Kellie."

"A woman has needs, you know."

"I know. I'm sorry. I'll be a better husband and make it up to you, I swear."

"I don't know... maybe I should trade you in for a newer model." The words sounded harsh, but the hint of a smile on Kellie's face gave away her true meaning.

"Well, if that's the way you feel," Brad replied, pretending to be hurt. "It hurts me to say this, but maybe one of the guys I played golf with this morning would be more to your liking."

"Is that so?"

"Oh yes. I mentioned your curling exploits, and they knew instantly who you were and said they were big fans of yours."

"Oooh, cool! My own set of groupies!"

"Yeah, they all thought you were hot, and one of those fine young gentlemen even said, and I quote, I'd hit that in a heartbeat."

Kellie laughed long and loud after hearing this. "Bradley Galenchuk, you are a liar!" she finally said, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Am not! I swear to you, I'm telling the truth!" Brad said through a wide grin.

Kellie giggled some more. In Brad's opinion those peals of laughter sounded better than anything he could have possibly imagined.

She leaned down to kiss him full on the lips. "Mmmm," she said, "you taste delicious. On second thought, maybe I'll keep you after all."

"Phew! That's a relief. Thanks, honey, I'll do everything I can to make sure you won't regret it."

"I know you will. Brad?"

"Yes Kellie?"

"I'm so horny right now."

"Oh god... me too!"

"We have to make up for lost time. You have a lot of work to do to get back in my good books, if you know what I mean," Kellie said with a wink.

Brad grinned. "That hardly sounds like work, you know."

Kellie giggled. "All right, all right. Let's just do it already!"

"You got it!"

"Right now!"

"Of course, baby!"

"Out here!"

Brad paused. "Out here?"

"Yes!"