Darejani Part 10 by Rabbitman55
It’s been over a year since I did any writing on this story. I think it’s time to tie this story up in a few more chapters. Darejani “Dar” and Mickey “Bunny” Gold are now married over a year, and they’re waiting to find out if Dar is pregnant. They haven’t told his parents (Martha and Frank) or her mother (Yasmin) and Jack, Yasmin’s fiance, that they might be. Mickey travels on business, political consulting, about a week each month. Dar’s brother Mehdi is being deported to Iran because he was involved in criminal activities (and he wasn’t an American citizen). I think that catches everyone up on where things stand now with our main characters. Oh, and Mickey and Dar have a very active sex life together, often loving and sometimes bawdy. Something they both love very, very much.
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First things first. On February 17th, Mehdi, Darejani’s brother, was deported from JFK to Paris, then on to Tehran. We knew it was going to happen, but the government didn’t let Yasmin know until after he was deported. By the 19th he was back in Iran, which turned into another terrible couple of days for Dar and Yasmin. By then they were ready for the inevitable, but they would grieve terribly when/if the day Mehdi was imprisoned, or worse, in Tehran. Being a confessed thief as well as being gay, plus the fact that he lived in the US for many years, meant the security forces there would be watching him. Closely.
Then came Friday, March 10, 1989, the happiest day of our lives since our wedding day. Dar’s gynecologist confirmed what we already suspected; were going to have a baby! When the doctor told us, Darejani and I both burst out in the most joyful tears imaginable. Dr. Bergman told us our due date was mid-October and, in a few weeks, she could be more specific. In a couple of months, Dar could get her first ultrasound and we could, if we wanted, find out the sex of our baby. Our baby! Dr. Bergman gave us some papers and verbal advice on what to start doing and not do, and she set us up with an appointment in two weeks with her partner, Dr. Vargas, who was the actual obstetrician in the practice.
We took the day off from work for the appointment and when we got in my car (we each had our own cars now), we hugged for a very long time. There were kisses as well, but that hug was something truly special. Dar was still crying and I was pretty mushy as well. “I love you, my Darling Dar. I didn’t think I could love you more than I already did or do, but I do love you even more. You’re going to be the greatest mother ever.” I kissed her nose and then her tender lips.
“And you will be the most wonderful father. And a pretty great Bunny. I love you too, more and more.” We were giggling and kissing and shivering. That last part was because I forgot to start the car. It was freezing in there.
“We have to call your mom and my parents when we get home. They’re going to be so thrilled!” We hadn’t told anyone Dar was getting tested. We didn’t want to say anything in case we had been mistaken when Dar missed her period two weeks before.
“Tomorrow, ok Bunny? Today, after we get something to eat, I just want to celebrate with you. We’ve been sweetly, and ridiculously, making love almost every day for the past month, as if it made a difference for getting pregnant. Now Iwant my wicked, very naughty husband this afternoon and evening. I want to do everything we’ve been denying each other.” Dar had that sweet/dirty smile I knew so well.
“I can’t deny my wife. Especially when she’s promising to rock my world. You’ve got a deal. Anything in particular you want for lunch? It’s yours. Lobster? Steak?”
“Lum’s! Great Chinese food! It’s the best way to celebrate!” That’s where we went, a fancy Chinese restaurant right across the street from our old high school (It’s long gone now. Too bad; the food was great. As a historical sidenote, it turns out it was owned by the family of comedian/actress Awkwafina). We sat, smiling like idiots as we ate chicken and shrimp and vegetables and rice, holding hands and making goo-goo eyes at each other like we just fell in love. The waiters must have thought we were a little crazy, the way we kept giggling.
We got in our house (all the remodeling done- for the time being) and we kissed each other after we hung our coats in the foyer. “Do you want me to take you upstairs, my sex demon?” I asked lecherously. “Or do you just want me to take you?”
“Take me here, you naughty man. Ravish me wherever you want! I’m so incredibly hot for you. I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited before!”
I carried Dar, giggling and glowing, to the couch (Scotch-guarded, of course) and laid her down, gentler than I would have otherwise. She was carrying our baby, after all. I was kissing her lips and cheeks, her neck and throat, I pulled off her cashmere sweater and tossed it on the floor like it was a rag, and Dar was moaning all through it. I unbuttoned her pants, tight jeans that wouldn’t fit her in a few months and, after pulling off her ankle boots, I tugged them down her legs and left them in a heap on the carpet.
Dar held up her hands to keep me off her and she said “Strip off your clothes. All of them. I want to see that hunky body, dick and all.”
“Hunky? You’re confusing me with your other lover?” I teased.
“Could be. Maybe it’s his baby” she giggled again as she laid on the couch in just her lemon yellow bra and panties. “But I’m pretty sure it’s yours. Now get out of those clothes!”
I got naked in a hurry, pulling off my cable knit sweater and then my Dockers. Then I pulled down my boxers as I kept my eyes on hers and I stood naked in front of her, my cock almost fully hard already. It was seeking her. I stood with my hands on my hips with my legs apart in my best Superman pose and I said “See something you like, lady?”
Dar bit her lower lip and nodded enthusiastically as she used her forefinger to beckon me playfully. I walked to her, my cock flapping in the breeze, so to speak, until I was right in front of her. “I want this!” she said as she sat up and immediately started sucking me as if she was still starving.
“Oh, shit” I said with my head twisting around. Dar’s lips and tongue were playing havoc with my ability to keep my balance. I was weak in the legs as she gave me a very hungry blowjob. I didn’t know if Dar’s hormones were making her even lustier than she was every day or whether the news we’d gotten made her love for me that much more intense and I really didn’t care because Dar was very enthusiastic in her oral attack. She was sucking the head while she gently jerked my shaft, then moved to my balls with her wet, eager tongue. She lashed my heavy testes, getting them nice and wet before she returned to my very eager member, sucking me expertly and enthusiastically.
“Dar, honey, you have to stop, or I won’t be responsible for what happens” I groaned. “I feel like I could explode any moment.”
“No, don’t you do that, not yet!” She pressed the base of my cock with her thumb and that slowed me down and took the urgency away, but not my erection, not in the slightest. “I have other plans for you right now!” Dar leaned back and took off her bra, so she was wearing just her yellow hipster panties. She teased her nipples as she laid there with her legs splayed, with one foot on the floor and the other leg over the back of the couch. There was a small wet spot at the crotch of her panties that made me feel very hungry. But I had to do something first.
“Be right back, Darling!” I ran upstairs to the linen closet while Dar watched incredulously.
“Where are you going, Bunny? Get back here!”
“One moment!” I hurried back with a thick, plush towel, which I put under her ass. “There, now the furniture is protected!”
“The couch is Scotch-guarded! You know that!” she protested.
“Yes, but I have a feeling this is going to get VERY wet!” I grinned as I sunk to my knees on the thick Persian rug in front of the couch. A REAL Persian rug. I pushed
her thighs wider and licked and gently bit her inner thighs, watching her expression the entire time.
“Well, if you think it’s best” Dar sighed as she leaned back to let me have my fun with her. I licked her oozing pussy through the thin, almost see-through material, and she started moving her hips all around as she plucked at her elongated nipples, rich brown in color, and she let out little moans and other delightful sounds. Her body was very responsive to my oral attack, and she rubbed her sensitive inner thighs along my cheeks. “Like that, Bunny. So nice!”
I let my tongue do its thing, lapping away at the inside and the bottom of her thighs. I couldn’t hear her clearly, but I could hear her sexy sounds as she gasped from arousal. “I’m going to pull your panties aside and dig in on your pussy, baby!”
“Go for it, Bunny! Eat me to your hearts content!” I tugged the yellow crotch aside, now darker from her juices, and my tongue and lips went after her like I was a starving man. I started sucking and licking. nibbling her lips and nudging her clit with my nose. Dar came quickly; she was even more aroused than I had been just a few minutes earlier. “Oh God, Mickey! I’m fucking cumming! Don’t stop!”
I didn’t stop; I kept going as she burst through another orgasm before she tugged my hair in a signal to move up to her face. Dar licked and kissed me, holding my cheeks in her palms as our bodies shifted around so the head of my cock was tickling her pussy. “I’m going to fuck you now. We’ve been making love for weeks. Now I want to take you hard!”
Her legs wrapped around my hips and she grabbed my shoulders. “Then take me already! Be my naughty man! You won’t hurt me, so just do it!” I entered her in one long stroke until my hips were on the bottom of her thighs and my balls were on her ass. We both cried out softly, we both were leaking tears, and our bodies were grinding into each other as we fucked on the couch. It was lusty, hot and a little dirty and we were kissing hard with our tongues dancing together, in my mouth and then hers, back and forth.