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“Have I told you lately that you’re incredible?” I take off my wife's heels, place them on top of the piano, and help her rest in the armchair by the fireplace. I don’t know what's come over her, but she seems to have had this rush of energy the past few days.
“Not since this morning.” She smiles at me as she strokes her hand over the huge, pregnant belly that stretches out the black sequined dress she wears.
Another one of Paulo’s last-minute favors.
“Well, I'm telling you again. You're incredible.” I rest my hands on the arms of the chair and lean down to kiss her.
“So, how does it feel to be the man with all the power?” She smiles proudly. Father invited all of his faction leaders and their wives to his place tonight for a formal dinner and to announce his retirement and my very, heavily pregnant wife played her role seamlessly, as always.
“It feels good, but a little scary. I’ve got a lot of people counting on me and a lot to fix.”
You’ll do amazing, and you have a full cheerleading squad right behind you.” She shifts uncomfortably in the chair.
“Are you getting beat up?” I crouch beside her so I can feel my daughters. Madalina will have reached the thirty-six-week mark, tomorrow and I know she’s ready for them to come. I swore she couldn't get any bigger than she was last week but each day she surprises me.
“They’ve been crazy today. I’m getting it from all angles.” I can tell by the way she looks down at my hand that she doesn’t mind. In fact, I’d go as far as to say Madalina has enjoyed her pregnancy. I’m glad it means it will be less difficult to persuade her to do it again.
“I have an idea.” I place a gentle kiss against her before standing up and moving to the piano.
I take the stool and start to play the song that I was playing that first night that Madalina came down the stairs to find me. I thought I was being optimistic to find hope in the concern I saw on her face back then.
“I think you're sending them off to sleep.” Madalina smiles when I look over my shoulder at her.
Seeing her look so happy as she slouches back in an evening gown that's been specially made to cater for her giant, pregnant belly makes me feel like the luckiest man on the planet.
“I’m going to teach the girls how to play, just like my mother taught me,” I tell her as I continue to play from memory.
“You never speak about your mom.” She’s got a frown on her face when I finish playing and turn around to face her
“Because it hurts, and I was always told I mustn’t show weakness. Even when I was nine years old.”
“That’s so sad.” She uses the arms of the chair to drag herself up and when she waddles toward me I rest my hands on her hips and look up at her.
“I wish she could have been here for this.” I kiss her tummy again, appreciating it while it’s still there.
“Me too. I’d have liked to have met her.”
“Ouch!” She flinches and I hold her steady as she closes her eyes and recovers.
“Contraction?” I check, feeling myself slipping into panic mode.
“No, I guess one of them doesn't want to sleep yet.” She smiles at me.
“While you're being kept awake, Mrs. DeMarco…” I slide my hand up under her dress until I reach her cotton panties and start to tease her with my finger.
“That feels nice.” She gasps as she dampens the fabric and rests her palms on my shoulder.
“How would you feel about taking your husband's cock?” I ask as I slowly work my finger into the side of her panties and touch it against her sensitive flesh.
“I’d be happy to.” She nods. Even in the uncomfortable state she’s in she’s still so desperate to be fucked and I swear it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever encountered.
I stand up and turn her around, unhooking the back of her dress to expose her fertile body in all its glory, then kissing her shoulder I let my hands explore her swollen tits and the fit-to-burst stomach that sticks out in front of her.
“You know, I’m barely going to give you time to recover before I knock you up, again,” I whisper, kneading one of her tits in my palm and making her moan.
“We’re going to need a bigger house.” She laughs making her belly jiggle, and I smooth my hand over its roundness as I sink my teeth into her collarbone.
“Are you going to even find me attractive when I’m not pregnant?” she questions.
