“Mere details” Dar cried as her nails lightly scraped my ears. Her touch was so sensual, encouraging me to suck softly on her very sensitive breasts. Her hips rose from the mattress and her belly bulge rubbed lightly on my almost flat tummy. Then we both chuckled from her teasing.
We kissed as we held still, both of us on the edge but neither of us wanted to get there quite yet. I made my cock twitch inside her and Dar let out a long and lust-filled groan. “You’re a very naughty man, teasing your wife like this. It’s a good thing I love it so much.” Then she spanked my ass with a wild giggle.
“You’re more playful than you usually are” I grunted as I pressed the base of my cock to her clit. “Pregnant or not, I might have to punish you.”
“Promises, promises” my bawdy wife taunted. I turned us over so I was on my back and she was astride my hips. She smiled at me, eagerly awaiting my ‘revenge’. I slapped her brown buttocks, both the right and left sides, just a little to encourage her, and Dar bounced on me hard and with urgency in her motions. “Spank me, Bunny! You’re making me crazy!”
I spanked her again. “You’re a very naughty wife. What kind of mommy-to-be likes having her ass smacked?”
She leaned forward, her lips a bare inch from my own, staring into my eyes. “The best kind, my sweetheart. The very best kind.”
I held her ass in my hands, helping her ride me as our slick genitals moved smoothly together. Dar tilted her head back, thrusting her breasts out (they were growing larger and her areolas were getting even darker) as she thrust down hard, cumming hard over my cock. Her pussy spasmed and that brought me off as well. I held her down and my body shivered as I came with an intense climax. Lots of sperm mixed with her own lubrication, making a frothy mix that warmed us both.
Dar rested on my chest. Her nails lightly scraped my cheek. Her breathing settled to an even rhythm as she placed a dozen tiny kisses over my chest and neck. My fingers trailed through her thick, silky hair, now in a wavy style. I was feeling wonderfully content, but there was something nagging at me. “My Darling Dar…what if I’m not smart enough to do this? What if I’m just not good enough?”
She lifted her head from my chest and stared into my eyes with some fire in her own. “Mickey, what a ridiculous thing to say! You’re as smart and dedicated as anyone I know. And you are capable of doing anything you put your mind to.”
“You really believe in me, don’t you?”
“Of course I do. Since that day we met when you defended me. I knew you were someone incredible. You are such a strong man. I don’t mean muscles, though you’re pretty tough that way too” Dar said with a sweet grin. “I mean strong in your mind and in your will. You’re very smart and you can hold your own with anyone you’ll meet in law school. If you don’t want to do this, that’s one thing. But I will not let you talk about being ‘not good enough’. It’s preposterous.”
I snuggled closer to my wife, my life, my personal cheerleader and my biggest supporter, even more so than my mother. “I do want this, Dar. And it’s an incredible opportunity. Just one thing. I can’t do it without you, and you’re going to be very busy with our child.”
“And I’ll have all the help I’ll need. You don’t need to worry about that. I love you, Mickey. My Bunny. My lawyer.” She beamed at me, that brilliant smile lighting up the darkened room.
“I love you, my Darling Dar. You’re my shining star.” I started humming and singing, in my slightly off-key voice, Shining Star by The Manhattans. “Honey you are my Shining Star, don’t you go away….” Dar snuggled closer and kissed my chest as I finished the song. We kissed a few times on our lips and turned over, me spooning her and our baby. It was the most natural feeling in the world.
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On Sunday we had our parents come over and we gave them the good news. They were all excited and happy for us and they let us know they’d all help out in whatever ways we needed. My mom was particularly happy (her son, the lawyer) and that was the last bit of reassurance I needed. When I went to work Monday, I let my boss’s secretary know I was accepting his most generous offer. He called me back an hour later to congratulate me and to invite me and Dar to his and his wife’s home in Glen Cove, right on Long Island Sound, that coming Saturday afternoon. I really was up and coming at work. It was also a message, telling me I needed to fulfill my end of the deal.
Saturday Dar and I drove out to Dick and Andrea Sadler’s house…really an estate… right on the water in Glen Cove. It turned out this was their ‘weekend’ home; they had a co-op in the City they stayed at during the week. As we pulled up into the long driveway, Dar squeezed my hand. “Mickey, this is a mansion! Did you have any idea they lived here?”
“Not a clue. He’s very private about his life at work. And yeah, this is a mansion, no other word for it.” Dick and Andrea, as they insisted on being called in informal stiuations, met us as I pulled into a spot in the front courtyard, and we gave them wine and flowers we brought. Dar met them both for the first time and they were very warm and social, congratulating us both on Dar’s pregnancy. We got the tour of the house and the grounds out back with a pool and tennis court before the yard lead to the water. Mr. Sadler poured drinks and we sat out back on a nice, warm afternoon. We discussed my future with the firm, the political connections they had made over the years etc. He and I cooked steaks for dinner while our wives talked alone. It was a great afternoon/evening, and when Dar and I left around 9, we were glowing.
“Honey, that went very well” I said as we headed for the highway to head back to our own house on the water in Malba. It was a lovely house, but small compared to the Sadler’s huge home. “They really took to you. I think you charmed the hell out of them.” I turned my head at a stop light and smiled warmly.
Dar was also smiling broadly. “They’re so nice, Mickey. They made me feel very comfortable. And when we were in the kitchen, Andrea told me Dick has big plans for you. The firm has you pegged as an ‘up and comer’, she said. Someone they think can be in the next generation of managers and even partners.” She was looking straight ahead but smiling with a great sense of satisfaction.
“Dar, are you serious? You two talked about all that while Dick and I were grilling steaks? We talked about how I should take up golf this summer.”
“So? that’s the same thing, silly man. Who do you think they want to play golf? It’s all very political and more than a little sexist. But one problem at a time. They are grooming you for the future. And what’s good for you is good for us.”
I was silent as I got on the highway. She was right, of course. This was all good for my future and my future was linked with Darejani’s. It was just a lot to take in. And it was impressive the way the wives seemed to know all the details. I got the feeling it was intentional, that Dick wanted to get the message to me indirectly. Dar was right; I was being groomed.