Bailey and Melinda woke up next to each other after a long night of sex again. With both of their libidos in over drive, they had been going at it like it was their honeymoon phase for the past two weeks. Bailey wiped her bright blond hair out of her blue eyes, looked around the room in a bleary haze and in desperate need of water.
Melinda on the hand, groaned at the bright light filtering through the window and turned over, pulling the blanket across her face in an attempt to go back to sleep. “Come on,” growled Bailey, pulling the blanket back and exposing her wife’s toned, athletic body. “We have to get to the doctors appointment this morning or we’ll have to wait another week for a reschedule.”
After a quick shower and a large mug of coffee for them both, they begrudgingly walked out the door to make it to their appointment. Hours of peeing, embarrassing questions and silently waiting, they got the news they’d been dreading.
“I’m not pregnant yet,” cried Bailey, her face smothering into Melinda’s shirt. “We’ve been going at it for two weeks with Chris, and nothing has happened!”
“Shhhh shhh Baby, I know.” Melinda said softly, rubbing her wife’s back to console her. “But this kind of thing takes time and we can’t expect it to happen right away-“
“Bullshit!” Bailey exclaimed, her usually cheerful face now covered in sobbing anger. “Tell that to all the teenage pregnancies and girls who got knocked up when their condom broke the first time!”
Melinda had nothing to say to this, knowing that her spouse was only screaming these things out of anger. “We just have to be patient and keep trying. Chris is more than willing to help and it’s not like we don’t have time to-“
“He should get you pregnant,” Bailey suddenly said, her crying coming to a sudden and abrupt stop. Her head lifted from her lovers chest, her eyes seeming to reignite with a burning idea. “If I can’t get pregnant, it doesn’t mean you can’t!”
Melinda stared at Bailey, skepticism in her gaze as she shook her head lightly. “Babe, we agreed to what was going to happen here. You-“
“I know I said that I was going to be the one being impregnated, but it’s not happening!” Blurted Bailey, tears welling in her eyes again as she stared into her wife’s. “Please. I want this baby and if I can’t do it…”
Melinda stared into the depths of Bailey’s gaze and saw that she was determined in this course of action. “I… will talk it over with Chris. But I still think that two weeks is too fast to make a decision like this.”
Bailey, still tearful, nodded at this condition and wiped her eyes, dabbing the makeup free from her cheeks before kissing her lover. “He’s coming by tonight for game night, so figure out what to tell him soon, ok?”
Melinda’s day passed too quickly for her liking. Hours seemed like minutes as she sat in her comfy chair, trying to think of the best way to broach this change with their plans. Around six o’clock, she practically jumped out of her skin as her phone went off, showing a picture of Chris making a stupidly funny face on her screen.
“Hey, I’m going to grab a few drinks and snacks before I head over. You guys want anything?” The silence over the line was almost deafening as she tried to figure out how to speak. “Hello? You still there? Fucking cheap ass phone.”
The call ended before she could reply, just to receive a text message instead with the same question. Her fingers typed out a quick “whatever you want is fine.”
Chris stared at his phone in the gas station and could immediately tell something was off. “No euphemisms, no innuendos or swearing. That’s not like her at all.” He decided to hold off on the issue for now, figuring it’s better to approach a topic like this face to face.
Picking up a few bottles of soda and a six pack for himself, he looked through the aisle of candy and added chocolate and gummies to his load. Knowing the women for as long as he did, he knew that it’d come in handy.
“Oh come on Baby, why don’t you just give me your number and we can go get a few drinks together,” came the slimy voice of Tim from the front. He stood at the check out, bothering an obviously creeped out cashier.
“Sir, I’ve told you this for the past three days you’ve come in to this station that I’m not interested. Now kindly purchase your items and let me get to the next person.” The 5’5″ thin woman couldn’t have been more than her early twenties, her asian features highlighted with her dark black hair, purple highlights and nose piercing. The gas station shirt did her no favors, but then again, who did it ever look good on? But her breasts seemed to strain the fabric lightly, allowing the more imaginative mind to believe a large D cup to be hidden underneath.
“Oh please, this again,” scoffed Tim, looking to the elder lady waiting in line, “she’s been playing hard to get for days, but I see the way she stares at me.”
The look on both of the women made it clear kaçak bahis to everyone but Tim that he was obviously delusional. “Tim. You’re not seeming to grasp what the young lady is trying to tell you. So let me translate for you.” Setting his basket on the floor, he walked up to the man and simply stared him down with his extra three inches of height. “She’s trying to tell you to kindly fuck off. She, and nearly every woman you think is pining for your cock, are actually tired of the shit your spouting. They’re not, and most likely never have been, interested in anything you have to say to them. So pay for your shit and get out.”
Tim stood there, dumbfounded for a moment before trying to laugh it off. “Bullshit,” he says, looking over to the cashier, who was now nodding in agreement. Standing straighter, he simply ran his credit card through and picked up his beer before muttering, “prudish bitch.”
“Thank you,” breathed the younger girl, smiling gratefully at Chris now. “Asshole has been trying to get into my pants for days.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, smiling and returning to his place in line behind the elderly woman, who was giving him a knowing glance. Paying for his purchases, he drove out to the girls home to find them sitting in silence.
Bailey, now on her phone, sat on the side of the couch and idly tapped at the screen. She wore her favorite Taylor Swift concert shirt and a pair of black leggings. Melinda, on the other hand, sat on the other side of the couch, silently looking out the window at nothing in particular in her Metallica shirt and skin tight jeans.
Placing the bag on the table, he walked over and sat down on the seat between them both. “What happened?” He asked, looking from one to the other.
They both looked over to him, confusion on their faces before looking at each other. They had decided to tell him after sex to not ruin the moment, but it seemed that it was far from hidden.
“Before you start bullshitting me with some excuse, Bailey, until today, you’ve always jumped up to hug me the moment I arrived into your home.” Looking over to Melinda, his demeanor changed to a smartass tone. “And you’ve yet to call me ‘Fucker’ ‘Dumbass’ or ‘Daddy’ so something is VERY wrong.”
The moment she heard the last title, it was like a switch was flipped and both women started laughing uncontrollably. Like a fog of uncertainty and doubt lifting and clearing their minds. “Firstly, I can talk to you without insulting you.” Laughed Melinda, taking deep breaths from her fits of giggling.
“Yeah, and the only way she’ll ever call you Daddy is when you knock one of us up.” Bailey exclaimed, laughing for a moment before sobering quickly. Both Chris and Melinda, both quiet now, stared at her in different forms of disbelief.
“Wait, did you say-“
“Why would you-,”
They both began, the silence drowned out by sudden babble of panic and shock. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Exclaimed Bailey as she held her hands up in surrender, “I didn’t mean for it to come out that way, it just slipped out!”
They all sat there for a moment, not really looking each other in the eyes before Chris sighed deeply and began. “So…I take it the doctor said no to the pregnancy then?”
They both nodded, still looking down as the beginnings of a sob came from Bailey. Reaching over, he took her into a hug and pulled her closely, cuddling her close as she buried her face into his shirt. She had all day to worry about this, but in the end, she knew it was more of a delay than an obstacle.
“We talked it over and we figured it would double our chances if we both were trying.” Melinda advised, looking up at Chris, uncertainty in her eyes.
Chris’s brows furrowed as he watched the hesitancy in her emotions before patting Bailey on the back. “Hey, why don’t you put the drinks and candy away? I want to talk to your wife for a moment.”
Bailey perked up at the sound of candy and quickly took the bags out of the room. “CHOCOLATE!!” Came the excited squeal they knew and loved.
“So…” said Chris, staring at the woman with narrowed eyes, “Now that we’re alone, how about you talk to me about this whole pregnancy thing?”
Melinda never met his eyes, staring at the door frame that her wife just ran through before sighing deeply. “It’ll make her-“
“Stop,” he cut her off, holding his hands up before physically taking her by the chin and making her look at him. “What do you want? Do you want a baby?”
“Of course I do,” she exclaimed quickly, sincerity radiating in her voice. “I just… wasn’t expecting that I’d be the one to…”
Nodding lightly, his thumb dragged across her cheek at a tear she wasn’t aware had fallen. “You know, I’m not going to get you knocked up without you being a hundred percent sure. Right?”
“I am-” she started, panic in her eyes.
“No, you’re not,” he replied, his eyes never wavering from hers. “We can have bedava bahis all the sex you want. But until you are absolutely sure, I’m not getting you pregnant.”
He expected her to be saddened, angry even, at the way he spoke to her. But as her lips curled up into a smile, she leaned forward and hugged him closely. “I want to have a baby. I do, just…”
“It’s ok,” he breathed, stroking her back as she wept into his shoulder. “We’ll figure this out.”
After an hour of talking it over with Bailey, they decided to hold off for a week for Melinda to think it over. They can have their fun and still try to get Bailey pregnant, but for now, they just wanted to take that option as a fallback.
Bailey nodded, a sad, yet understanding expression on her face. “I know I jumped straight into that thought process, and I didn’t mean to force it on you.”
Melinda smiled and pulled her wife in closely and kissed her. “If we have no other choice, I would happily do it. But just let me think about it for a bit.”
They cuddled together as Chris sat on the edge of the couch, letting them have their space. But he should have known that the hijinx of a sugared up Bailey would start quickly afterwards.
“So, my question,” commented Bailey as she held up the receipt from the bags, a shocked fake gasp escaping her lips as she looked it over, “who is this Tiffany girl, and why does she want you to call her exactly?”
Melinda lunged for the paper before Chris could and, after a brief grapple, Melinda straddled him from the floor, receipt in hand. “Tiffany huh? The two sexy blondes you’re fucking nightly not enough pussy for you these days or something?”
“You don’t think he’s getting bored of us, do you?” Asked Bailey, a false tone of despair to match the hand draped across her face.
“You fucking drama queens,” he replied, reaching up and snatching the paper from her hand. “I helped the cashier when Tim was creeping on her at the store. She must have thought I was hitting on her.”
“Or, the other way around.” Bailey commented, as Melinda stood and helped him up. “You’re about as perceptive as a blind man with earplugs.”
Chris stared at her for a moment before the girls started giggling, “Oh come on. It took Heather straight up telling you to fuck her at that pool party before you knew she was hitting on you for a week.”
“Or Maria, when she kept sending him nudes and his first reaction was ‘She must have meant them for someone else and typed in the wrong number.'”
“Hey, I was just-“
“Or how Nadia had to actually walk up to you, smack you in the back of the head and say, “I fucking like you, idiot.” Exclaimed Bailey, popping a chocolate into her mouth.
The smile on Chris’s lips strained as he tried to fight the jokes at his expense. Instead, he decided to simply walk up to both women and pick them up together. Bailey went over his shoulder and Melinda sat on his other arm, legs wrapped around his waist.
“Want to talk shit? Let’s see if you’re still making fun of me after a good fucking.” He retorted as he practically tossed them both on to the mattress.
“Oh no, I think we pissed off Daddy. Do you think he’s gonna ground us for being bad?” Mocked Melinda, placing her hands behind her head and relaxing into her pillow.
“I fucking hope so,” replied Bailey, the hunger returning to her eyes as she quickly began to pull down her leggings and panties. “He’s a lot rougher when he’s annoyed.”
Nodding lightly, Chris simply grabbed Bailey by the arm and pulled her across his lap. Bailey squealed at the manhandling before she realized what was about to happen. “No, no wait, I’m sorr-“
But it was too late. She felt his large hand on her rear, a large, somewhat calloused paw in comparison, gripping and kneading her cheek before swatting it firmly. The loud smack sobered her up, but she made no movement to get away.
Gripping her hair firmly, he held her in place and brought his hand down across both cheeks several more times before they were both a bright pink. “Now, what do we say?”
His tone was mocking, but as his fingers slipped between her thighs and across her now slick pussy, she jumped in surprise. “I-I’m sorry Daddy.”
Her mood turned into a melting gasp as his fingers pushed within her with ease. After two weeks of sex and playing, he knew how she enjoyed her fingerings and took full advantage of the knowledge. Melinda, now sitting upright and at attention, watched the man playing with her wife like an expert.
Sliding a second finger within her, she trembled in his grasp, gripping his thighs and trying to keep steady while her body was toyed with. “You think I’d be looking for other women when I’m spending all my time here? Fucking you both and working to breed our beautiful Bailey?”
The question hung in the air for a moment before she felt his fingers leave her and then sting her ass once more. Filling her again, kazandıran bahis siteleri he repeated himself. “N-n-no Daddy. Fuuuck, please let me…let me cum.”
The request was more of a whimper as he knew how to not only pleasure her, but to deny her as well. He simply kept her climax just within arms reach, teasing her and turning her mind to mush.
Melinda knew this exercise in torture and sat behind him. “I think she’s had enough Daddy,” she whispered into his ear seductively, wrapping her arms around his middle and kissing his neck. “She says she’s sorry. And after a spanking like that, I think she’s more than earned a reward.”
He kept her at the edge for another few seconds before aggressively fucking Bailey, curling his fingers and rubbing her sensitive spots until she was screaming and trembling in his hands. “FUUUUUUCK!!”
By the time she finally finished, he had his fingers being sucked on by Melinda, who was more than happy to taste her wife’s juices. Bailey slumped off his legs after a moment, curling up on the bed with a satisfied smile on her lips before Melinda crawled in to his lap and began to kiss him.
Most of the time, she only really kissed him in the heat of the moment. Times when she needed a kiss, but her wife wasn’t there to receive it. Or a simple peck when they all went to sleep together. But this was more than a kiss. It was an embrace. The hunger and need in her lips matched the ferocity of the woman he knew in a different way.
She had already removed her clothes before settling in and was now completely naked as she wrapped her legs around his body and dragged her fingers through his hair. Bailey, never one to feel left out, jumped behind Melinda and began to kiss and bite her spouse, reaching around to her breasts and kneading them firmly.
“Looks like someone finally started to enjoy herself,” Bailey whispered, just before Melinda turned and began to make out with her over her shoulder. They spent the next few moments like this, simply kissing and fondling each other in a tangle of arms and legs before Bailey walked quickly away.
Melinda didn’t really stop her, but began to quickly unzip Chris’s pants and pull his cock free. The predatory way she was breathing and kissing him told him everything. She was more than ready to be fucked at this point, more needy than ever. When he was finally free, she wasted no time in slipping herself onto him and groaning in a satisfied purr.
There was no reading into sex though. No slow grinding or small bucking. The way her hips began to bounce in his lap was a fast, almost feral movement, slamming herself onto him over and over again until she quickly tensed up. She hugged him tightly, pressing her forehead to his as she rode her climax down.
“Ahem,” came the sound of Bailey, laying on the bed, her feet by her pillows and her smile wide. “Does this give you any ideas?”
Chris’s couldn’t help but laugh lightly before nodding. After some quick adjustments, Melinda found herself in a 69 position with her wife, her legs spread wide and welcoming, while Chris stayed behind and pushed himself back within. Bailey was now getting a full view of her lovers fucking each other and she couldn’t believe how sexy it was.
Melinda took no time before planting herself between Bailey’s thighs and devouring her. She was still soaking from the foreplay and as Chris began to rock within her, she felt something extra. Bailey had moved up and was licking her clit as his cock began slamming into her without mercy.
Her climax had only subsided moments ago, and here she was, feeling the buildup all over again. The pressure began to hit her as she took her lovers clit into her mouth and began to retaliate. Bailey squirmed at first, but was soon grinding into her lover as she felt her own climax building.
It wasn’t long before Melinda and Bailey seemed to shudder together, groaning into each other’s pussies until they slowed down. Chris pulled his cock free from Melinda, breathing hard as he fought to keep himself from blowing, but lowered himself to Bailey’s now slackjawed mouth and pushed himself with her welcoming warmth.
Bailey was expecting this and dutifully began to suck him clean. But as he began to thrust within her, she felt him sliding into her throat the way she loved so much. He was using her again and began her exercises. Breathing through her nose and relaxing her throat, she revelled in the feeling of his dick plunging in and out for his own pleasure.
But then, as she gasped for breath the final time, she knew that he couldn’t take anymore. “Cum in my throat Daddy. Let me fucking swallow it all down like a good girl,” she quipped again in her mocking voice.
Melinda could be heard laughing at the other end of her wife before her throat was once again full. But it wasn’t long before she felt his release. She tried to gulp it all down quickly, attempting not to drown in his cum…but there was just so fucking much of it.
When he finally finished, she gasped loudly and deeply, her face red with air loss and felt like she was about to pass out. But in the end, the smile came back. Licking her lips, she winked at Chris and whispered a wistful, “Thank you Daddy.”
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