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The administrative office of the school district had called and made me the offer. The job was mine if I wanted it: teaching 4th grade starting in the fall. I should have been elated. Jobs in Mystery were few and far between, especially ones that paid well and offered benefits. I was pleased that after all these years of raising children, I was still employable, but nevertheless felt such sadness, that this was the closure to so many wonderful times in my life; in my life together with John.

I sat on the floor of the living room, leaning back against the couch. With photo albums open, I flipped page by page, watching the memories of our wedding, three pregnancies and 3 beautiful births pass before my weepy eyes. My heart sank with a smile on my face, seeing our younger faces, smiling, crying, holding babies and reliving the past days of our hectic lives.

The door in the kitchen shut as I heard John enter the house. The kids were already asleep and John was coming home after working later than usual.

“I’m home!” he said, not loudly knowing the boys were in bed. “Sweetheart, I’m home,” I heard him flagging through the mail on the table, kicking off his shoes.

“In here,” I said, trying to keep from sniffling.

As he entered the living room his eyes searched the room eventually landing where I sat on the floor with the pictures scattered around me. I looked up at him, tears running down my face.

He moved instantly on the floor, next to me. “Donna, what’s wrong, what happened?” he asked worriedly. “Did something happen to one of the boys?”

“No, everyone is fine, they are asleep.” I said.

“Oh,” he breathed a sigh of relief. He slipped his sweater over his head, tossing it off to the side, as he pulled his flannel shirt out from under his belt, loosening the cuffs and rolling them up to his forearms.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his eyes examining the display of photos in front of us, trying to understand why I was crying. He put his arm around me resting on the seat of the couch.

“They offered me the teaching job today,” I said.

“Oh…I see,” he bit his lower lip, catching on to what was happening. He slid one of the photo albums toward him and started looking at the pictures, a smile coming to his face.

“Hey look, there is Mike and me, right after he was born,” he said. Turning a few pages he said, “and there you are pregnant with Joey. Look how beautiful you looked.”

I started to weep even more. “That’s just it, John. This is all over for us, once I go back to work. This time for us is over.”

“Hey, hey, is that what this is all about?” he said softly, stroking my hair kissing me on the cheek.

We began looking at the pictures together much more closely. With each passing image was a memory of where our lives had been and come, and the love and passion we shared.

There were pictures that showed me pregnant with all 3 boys. I had gotten so big with the last one, I hardly recognized myself in the mirror. John, bless his heart, always made me feel beautiful and loved. John loved to make love to me when I was pregnant. We used all kinds of positions and he would touch my breasts and belly over and over, reassuring me that I really was still the most beautiful woman in the world to him. Sometimes he would ride me hard and pump me from behind, almost primal fucking, and other times he would be gentle just taking me over the edge. Sometimes he would make me moan and scream and others it was soft gentle pants that he pushed from my lungs. He always seemed to know what I needed and when I needed it.

One time in a hormonal rush, I assume, I begged him to take me in the ass. He tried to talk me out of it but I wanted it so badly he gave in. It was only that once, when I was pregnant with our middle child. The wideness of his shaft satisfied me, but hurt. I tried not to let him know, but as usual, John always knew because I cried that time in pain. He insisted that we not do that again when I was pregnant, and apologized repeatedly for hurting me, even though it wasn’t his fault.

John looked over at me, and said, “I haven’t looked at these in a while. It seems like just yesterday that the boys were babies.”

There were pictures of me in labor and giving birth to each one of our children. John thought he was quite a photographer. He took pictures of me, legs spread, knees strapped in on the delivery table, with a beaming light shining where our baby was about to be born. I remember John coaching me through all these births, assuring me I could do it. We had made a pact, that no matter what, we didn’t want drugs. Moaning and crying in pain, I remember begging him to let me have some drugs, clutching his hand until it was blue. He persisted in helping me remain focused staying in command, looking at me with his beautiful green eyes, reminding me to breathe, to push, to push harder and harder. We cried in exhaustion together and kissed and wept and hugged as each baby inched its way into the world. I could never have done it without him.

There were pictures of me breastfeeding each baby. I remember how frantic and frightened I was with my first. I had forgotten everything taught to me at the hospital and couldn’t get my ravenous, crying newborn to nurse. John had calmed me down and gently taken my nipple held it back and inserted into the baby’s mouth, soothing its cries and mine. He was kind and sweet and loving, cradling the baby’s head in his large palm, giving it support until it latched onto my nipple and sucked. He loved to watch me rock and nurse our children. The largeness of my milk filled breasts would drive him crazy during sex.

Looking at these pictures now together, John gently stroked my hair and turned my face toward his, looking into my weepy eyes. “I love you,” he said, and kissed me gently on each lip.

He always said, “I love you.” And he had his favorite times to say it. During the last weeks of each pregnancy when sex was forbidden, were John’s favorite times by his own admission. It was no wonder why. I chuckled to myself thinking back. When I was my biggest, my ripest was the time he loved the most. Insisting I be completely naked he would have me stand before him as he felt every inch of me. He groaned as he gently pushed me to me knees. He would look at me lovingly but in control and say, “No hands, now,” with a half smile. He would feel for my mouth with one hand and with the other, insert his hard member into my mouth. I sucked him and licked him feverishly as he held my hands, working with only my mouth until he came, roaring above me, the semen running out of my mouth and down the side of my face. He watched me from above each time stroking my hair, petting me and at the end saying with such affection in his face head tilted, “I love you.”

He then would lift me up on the bed and sweetly ask me what I wanted. Sometimes I wanted nothing but to be held and feel his naked body nestled into mine as his arms held me close. Other times he would push my swollen thighs apart and suck my opening with his mouth and tickle and probe my clit until I came. His long hair and beard dusted the inside of my thighs and folds escalating the sensation, until I couldn’t breathe and shot my liquids into his mouth. He always knew what I needed.

Back in the living room, John pushed the photo albums aside, and pulled me onto him straddling his thighs. Leaning his head back on the seat of the couch he looked up at me with those beautiful eyes, his thick brown wavy locks sweeping the cushion. His arms made me feel so safe and secure.

“Don’t cry, love.” He reached up and kissed me gently on the both lips.

“I guess it’s silly, everyone must go through this when life moves on,” I said dabbing my eyes with a tissue.

“No, I don’t think it’s silly. Are you sure you are ready to go back to work?” he asked.

“Well, we could really use the money and Mike is almost 11 now. I thought we decided we should get an account ready for college.”

“I know we did, but we can survive a little longer on my Sheriffing pay,” he said, gently rubbing the small of my back now.

“It’s probably time I did something more, everyone else seems to be moving on.” I replied.

“Well maybe you should think about it again.” He explored my face now, looking before he spoke. He kissed me again breathing a sigh, deeper this time holding my head in his hands, groaning a small almost sexual groan. There was a short silence as he moved me closer to him rubbing his beard against my cheek.

I hugged his neck looking about the room at the albums strewn about and softly said “I will miss all this though…..I will.”

He hugged me back pulling me in, kissing me gently again looking up at me so lovingly. After a few seconds, he looked up at me, straight into my eyes. “Sweetheart……do you want me to make you pregnant?” He spoke softly, close to my face, his breath hitting me in the neck, sending a chill through me right to my middle. “One more time? Do you want to have another baby with me, do all these things again.”

I felt a sense of shock as the words left his lips. I took a second. “John, I.…..,” not knowing what to say.

He was breathing a little heavier now, pulling me closer, nuzzling me. “I think we should. I don’t think you are ready to leave it all behind. I’m not either.” Pushing his hands up under my hair at my neck, he pulled my face closer, sending his tongue into my mouth, taking my breath away. “I want to make you pregnant again. You know how I love it when you are pregnant,” he groaned into my neck. I could feel him beginning to grow hard underneath my thighs, his jeans starting to strain.

“John…” I could hardly speak or breathe.

“Give me another baby, sweetheart. Let me love you when you are big again.” He began unbuttoning my shirt, brushing his palms over my breasts and then moved to the button of my Levis. He was beginning to pant harder, kissing me deeper and deeper each time.

“John wait, wait, honey. I thought we….”

“Never mind what we thought. We thought wrong. I’ve thought about it since you applied at the school. We shouldn’t turn our backs on this time in our lives. I want to make you pregnant again, watch you grow, help you give birth again. Make a baby with me. Let me fuck you when you are pregnant.” He was panting more heavily now, serious sexual pants of hunger.

I pushed myself away from his face. “John, stop, wait. Look at me.”

He stopped his head fell back on the edge of the cushion. “What?” he said, regaining his composure, looking up.

“Are you serious?” I asked, brushing his hair back from his face as he looked up at me, brow furrowed, “or just turned on by looking at these pictures…remembering….. the things we did, the way it was?” I smiled a little smile.

“I’m totally serious,” he looked up at me unflinchingly, his hands folded together behind my buttocks. “Why not? You are still young, and so am I. We have the love to give another child. The kids would love it and…I miss having a baby in the house.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes, really. And as far as the ‘things we did’…..that’s a bit of a bonus, isn’t it, but I don’t need pictures to be turned on by you,” he said, with a sweet knowing chuckle.

“You know, it could take a while to get me pregnant again,“ I said.

“Well, that sounds like all the more fun,” he giggled slightly, reaching up giving me a kiss.

“Hmm….well I’m not going to say I haven’t thought about it,” I said.

There was a small silence.

“Do you love me?” he asked.

“Of course I love you,” I replied kissing his lips gently.

He pulled me closer again, so effortlessly as always. “Then, let’s do it. Let me make you pregnant again, and do ‘all the things we did’ and do them so we never forget.” He sounded so sexy with his deep breathy voice close to my ear.

I giggled, and felt his broad strong chest through his shirt with my hands. Wrapping my legs around him tighter as I sat in front of him, I kissed him long and hard, touching his face with my hands. His effect on me was so strong, I felt weightless wrapped in his arms, the ache starting in my abdomen, my breasts beginning to harden. My tears started to become tears of joy instead of sadness. I almost couldn’t speak.

“John…I do..I want to, I want to give you another baby. I‘ve wanted it and I never said anything.” I was becoming breathless, “I want you to make me pregnant again, I want you to make love to me when I’m big, I want it all, just like before.”

“Let’s start now, right here,” he whispered, putting his hand inside my shirt feeling my cleavage. He kissed me, almost biting at me, shoving his tongue all the back to my throat, his hands running all over me, “Now, I want you now,” he murmured.

“But I wanted to fix you something to eat.”

“I don’t want food, I want you,” he growled softly, helping me wiggle out of my jeans, and then unsnapping my bra in one quick movement. I undid the zipper of his jeans as his pulsating hard rod fell out before me. He undid his shirt and removed his undershirt revealing his nakedness as well. He moved himself up so he was seated on the couch.

“God, I look at you and see the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. “ He felt the length of my hair. His shaft was already outstretched in front of me. I knew what he wanted from me.

I looked up at him and smiled just a little, “No hands.”

He guided his cock into my mouth moving it back to my throat and took my palms in his. I knew my task well, and moaned as I remembered doing this to him before. I knew he watched my every move as I sucked and licked him repeatedly, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. I heard him panting above me, groaning, holding my fingers intertwined in his. He moved his thighs further apart for me, his head shooting back to the couch cushion.

“You’re mouth feels so fucking good, baby,” I heard him whisper, as he pulled up on my hands sensing I wanted to touch him.

Then in 2 swift, powerful bursts of his groin, he came. My head jerked back as he shot his load of semen into my mouth and throat. The jolt caused the fluid to leak out of the corners of my mouth and run down my chin. He groaned and panted as he squeezed my hands, looking down at me. The best I could I swallowed and licked him, as he leaned over and wiped my chin with his fingers and had me lick those as well.

“He looked at me and said, “I love you……more than ever….I love you.”

I leaned upward to him and kissed him with my mouth still wet with cum. He returned the kiss, cradling my head gently, rubbing my hair, tasting, lapping my mouth, our tongues anxiously finding each other. I felt his nipples and around to his ever strong back, and hugged him close feeling his soft chest hair tickling my neck and nipples. Still breathless, and now aching for him, I was wiggling in my own juice, keeping myself from taking his hand and shoving it inside me. I moaned, “please, John”, begging him to do something to me.

“I want you to tell me what you want. I can make love to you gently or…..not…you can stay on your knees.”

“I want to stay on my knees…please….please,” I begged him.

“Oh you do, do you?” he asked, reaching over to kiss me again. He murmured with his throaty voice, as he kissed we both knew what it meant. He positioned himself in back of me as I bent over resting my head on the cushion. He bent over me, kissing my back, running his hands up under my breasts, pinching the nipples.

This was the way he fucked the roughest. I loved it, he loved it, mostly when I was big with a belly, but with the thoughts of a baby swirling tonight, it was no wonder we ended up this way.

I was completely wet. He stuck one finger in me and then two, groaning at the puddle of juice he felt. I wiggled and whimpered, pushing my ass upward toward him. I had done this before and he knew the signal.

“What do you want, love?” he asked pretending his ignorance.

“John, fuck me, …please,” I panted.

Without hesitation he rammed me from behind. I hung on to the back of the cushion knowing he would be rough tonight. I cried out at his force, my head shooting back.

“Look at me, turn around and look at me honey,” he said.

I turned my upper torso around as far as I could and saw his handsome face, wavy brown locks falling on his forehead. He rammed me again. Harder and harder as I cried out and looked straight ahead trying to remain still for him. He continued to pump into me establishing a beat…he pounded into me. John’s largeness was a constant reminder that he was in control, always. If I moved and he accidentally shoved it in my ass he would surely have ripped me open. He held my hips in place, pulling them back against him, ramming his cock into my womb, harder and harder. I was finding it difficult to hang onto the cushions he was fucking me so hard now.

“If I’m going to make you pregnant, you better fucking feel it,” he growled breathing heavily.

I thought I would feel him in my throat from his penetrating blows. I grabbed for the couch again, my fingers unable to grab onto too much from the pounding. I cried out. He slapped my buttocks….not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to sting my skin and make me wetter.

He groaned and moved his palms up the full length of my back, feeling my body shake as he pumped me, eventually pulling me by the shoulders closer to him. Moving in circular motions now with his hips as he pummeled me, the air was being pumped from my lungs. My head shot back. I loved it when he did this to me.

He held my hips again, this time tighter, much tighter. There was no room for me to move at all and it felt like no room for his semen, he was in me so far. I held on to the back of the seat cushion with all my might, my fingers white from the grip.

Finally, with a sound like that of an animal, gritting his teeth, he came, splattering his cum into my cunt. The muscles in my womb contracted around his cock as I came with him letting out a final wail. He continued to pump and pump not letting up until every single droplet of his seed was inserted in my womb. He didn’t let up, as my legs began shaking from the impact and buckling underneath me.

I was sweating, my legs and cunt spent from the fucking; my buttocks stinging and burning from the slight spanking; I continued to lay bent on the couch. He fell on top of me where I could feel the sweat and heat from his chest on my back. Finally after some silence and groaning he moved back and let his cock slide out of me. I moaned, “No.” not wanting him to separate from me. The warm rush of fluid dripped onto the lips of my cunt as his cock fell out of me.

I heard him breathing on top of me, his heart pounding into my back. He kissed the back of my shoulder and petted my hair.

“Are you ok, baby?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” I moaned, my mouth dry from panting.

He moved off of me and grabbed for his undershirt to wipe the cum from my thighs, as he helped me lie on the floor placing a couch pillow under my head. He lay down next to me, up on an elbow, moving the picture albums out of the way. Leaning over and kissing me gently he said with a smile, “I like to try and make you pregnant. It’s one of my favorite thing to do.”

I smiled at him and touched his chest and shoulder, “I know you do.”

He slid his index finger down my stomach to my pubic hair. “I can’t believe you’ve had 3 kids already, with this body.”

“I think you’re prejudiced. There are some signs, you just choose not to see them,“ I said smilingly.

“No way!” he said with a little smirk.

“Are you sure you want another baby John?”

“I am so sure….have been for a while. Four is nice round number. Who knows, maybe this time we can have a girl….little ruffle panties and dresses….but whatever God gives us will be fine.”

I nodded my head.

“You’re a good mother to my children, sweetheart. I love the way you love them…and I love the way you love me.”

We drifted off to sleep for a little while covered by the throw blanket we pulled from the chair.

When we awoke about 2 hours later, John moved on top of me leaning on his elbows up near my head. He looked down at me and smoothed my hair. I could feel his hard shaft rest against my inner thigh. He whispered, “I want you again, this way instead. Let me love you gently this time, ok?”

I looked up at his dreamy gaze the golden light cross the room shining on his hair and said, “Love me gently, love me however you want, just love and make me pregnant again.

And so he did.