“Yes,” I say, lifting her into my arms, then stepping into the tub, sitting down with her on my lap while the water fills around us. I’m not sure why I’m expecting her to try to pull away from me, but when she leans forward and snuggles into my chest, I’msurprised. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her close while the warm water surrounds us.
When the tub is full, I reach back and turn off the water, then grab the shampoo, but her voice stops me.
“Let’s just soak for a while. I have to go and set up my area in the studio tomorrow. I need to make some calls and post on my socials to see if I can get some appointments scheduled for next week, so let’s just make the most of having nothing else to do today.”
“Okay,” I agree.
We laze in the tub until the water starts to cool, then I set the water to drain and carry her over to the shower, carefully covering her body in soap before I wash and condition her hair. Once we’re both wrapped in towels and her hair is dry, I carry her into the bedroom and lower her to her feet in the closet.
“What color do you want?” I ask, opening the dresser drawer that’s filled with my T-shirts.
“I do own my own pjs and nighties,” she says, closing my drawer when she realizes that the place where my black T-shirts usually are is empty.
Waiting, I watch while she opens another drawer and pulls out a scrap of black mesh fabric. Unsure what it is, I follow her movements as she drops her towel to the floor, then steps into what look like shorts, only when she pulls them up, she pushes her head and arms through thin straps that hook over her shoulders.
It takes her a second to fully position the outfit, but when she does, my dick jerks to attention. The shorts are cut high on her thighs at the front, but then curve shorter at the back, giving me a glimpse of the creamy globes of her ass. Thin straps that are attached to the shorts at the waist crisscross over at her shoulder blades, leaving her entire back bare. At the front, her breastsare covered by a mesh top that is attached to the shorts with a tantalizingly low V-neck that shows off her small cleavage.
She’s covered, but still practically naked as the fabric is sheer enough I can see the outline of her nipples and the darkening of the fabric as it clings to her cunt.
“What do you think?” she asks, doing a little twirl.
“You look perfect, Doll.”
“Better than in your shirt?” she teases.
“I never want to see you wearing my shirt ever again. If we’re in the house and not naked, then I want you to wear things like this,” I tell her earnestly, grabbing my rock-hard dick and squeezing.
Giggling playfully, she covers my hand on my dick with hers and moves our hold up and down my length.
“Doll,” I growl in warning.
“Yes, baby?” she asks sweetly, using the same endearment she used earlier.
“Your cunt is too sore to fuck. Correct?” I growl.
“Yes.” She nods quickly.
“Then why are you trying to make me hard?”
“You’re already hard,” she points out, giving her hand over mine on my dick a squeeze.
“Not as hard as I will be if you keep doing that.”
“I want you to tell me what else is on your list.”
“Doll,” I growl again, trying to fill my voice with warning. “Do you want to know what item is at the top of my list?” I ask, carefully pulling her hand from my dick.
“Yes,” she says, leaning toward me, her lips parted a little.
“I want to put my baby in you.”
Her eyes go wide, and she shakes her head.
“I want to fill your cunt with my cum, then watch your body grow after I’ve bred you with my baby.”
“No,” she says, but the word is strained and barely loud enough for me to hear.
“Yes,” I growl. “No more birth control. Nothing is going to stop me from breeding my wife.”
