“You're making me crazy,” I talk down to my stomach. “Of all the things you could make me want, why does it have to be him?” I could burst into tears from frustration, but that's not gonna help. I need to take some control; approach this problem differently.
Instead of trying to avoid thinking of Jack, maybe I should embrace my thoughts, allow my imagination to help relieve me. Therehasto be something I can do to get over whatever curse this is.
Jack has friends over playing poker tonight; it’s still early, they’ll be in the games room for hours. I do recall him telling me that I’m welcome to use the enormous free-standing bath that's in his room anytime I wanted, so in the hope of releasing some pressure, I grab myself a towel and make my way across the hall. Perhaps being surrounded by his things, submerging myself in bubbles that smell like him, will aid me in getting the result I need.
“Holy shit!” I gasp when I open his bedroom door and find him already in the tub, that perfect fucking body that's engraved in my brain covered in bubbles and looking incredibly enticing.
“Evening, wife.” He smiles sarcastically, taking a sip from the whiskey glass in his hand.
“I’m sorry, I thought you were playing poker.” I drop my eyes to the floor to avoid looking at him. “You said I could… I was just going to take a soak, but I can grab a show?—”
“Don’t be silly. I’m done here anyway.” He stands up without any warning, revealing his naked body and reminding me of how huge his cock is.
He rolls his tongue around his cheek cockily as I fail at resisting, taking in that broad, hairy chest that tapers into the perfectly sculptured abs, hungrily. He looks incredible, covered with white fluffy bubbles, and when my eyes lower to his cock, I hear my pussy scream at me for being so fucking stubborn.
“You’re blushing, Gracie girl.” He laughs as he steps out over the edge and grabs a towel. “I don’t know why. You’ve seen it all before. What’s got you looking so intrigued?” I start slowly backing out of the door, but he comes straight for me, wrapping the towel around his waist, then lifting his arms up to rest onthe door frame above my head. I’m sure it's no accident that his biceps hang in front of me, begging to be squeezed.
“Craving something, pretty girl?” he questions, causing me to make a shameless gulping sound.
“I just came in here for a bath,” I whisper weakly
“Why so bashful?” He steps out of my way, clearing a path for me to enter.
“I’m not, I just wasn’t expecting to find you here. I should have asked, or at least knocked before I entered.” I can’t take my eyes off that V that disappears beneath his towel.
“You want me to run you some fresh water?” he asks, taking the towel from my hand and hanging it neatly on the chair in the corner. “I could draw the perfect bath to relax you; one that's not too hot.” He slides his hand into the front of my robe, skimming his fingers across the skin on my stomach and making me hold my breath.
“I could just get in your water, I really don’t mind.” In fact, I like the idea; I’ve wanted to feel close to him for so long, and it’s the closest I can allow myself to get.
“You sure?” he checks.
“I’m sure.” I nod as he takes his hand away and readjusts his towel.
“Then I guess I should leave you to it, I’ll just throw on some?—”
“Stay,” I call out, louder and way more desperate than I intended.
“Stay?” He frowns, pretending to be confused when he knows perfectly well what he’s doing.
“Like you said, we’ve seen it all before.” Slowly, I undo the tie around my waist and let my robe drop to the floor. My head is screaming at me for venturing into his game, but my pussy is doing a victory dance.
I feel much more in control when his eyes glance down at my body, and he takes it all in.
“Your tits have grown. I thought I’d noticed it the other day, but wondered if it was in my head.” I see him tense his fists, desperate to reach out and touch them as I back up and sink into his bath.
“They’ve been tender.” I take one in my hand and gently squeeze it, watching him close his eyes as his cock twitches.
“Your tummy’s filled out a little too; nothing too noticeable, unless you’ve been looking out for it.”
“And have you been looking,husband?” I slide my hand lower, ensuring his musky-smelling bubbles spread across its flat surface.
“Every day,” he confesses, taking a few steps closer and lightly drawing a circle around my abdomen with his fingertips. “Pregnancy suits you already.” He narrows his eyes, like I’ve wounded him, and although I know this is a real dumb mistake, I decide I’ve only just got started.
“You know what the worst part is?” I let my hand slip between my legs and start to stroke my clit.
“Tell me.” He watches my hand move so intently, and just having his attention makes it feel so much better.
“Are you really going to make me say it?” I shake my head.
