My Darling Wife Pt. 02

My Darling Wife - Next part

Having read the comments re the "My Darling Wife" which I listed under 'Loving Wives' because she is, after all, a loving wife, I was told variously that the story was okay in that genre by some, and by others that it should have been listed under 'Romance'.

So, I have listed this next part under Romance. Hopefully it will not upset those who thought it didn't matter if it went under "LW" and satisfy those who stated that it should have gone under 'Romance'.

Anyway, remember it is fiction, it is not true, and to further define the matter, it is a figment of my imagination.

Of course, to those who can't do anything but whinge and moan about how it was such a huge waste of time reading the offering, I note that you did read it, or at least some of the story. You could have just left it and read something else, but then you would have nothing to grizzle about, would you.

Vote if you wish, comment if you like, but try to be kind with helpful critique.

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I stood and stretched, making what seemed to be a futile attempt to straighten my spine after working at my computer making some more money for the family fortunes.

I am an investment broker, and pretty bloody good at it as well, as evidenced by the number of happy and well off clients that I have. And when they are happy, I'm happy, and getting wealthier to boot. I also work from home much of the time, although I do have an office where the lovely Jenny, my PA, general gofer this and gofer that, and factotum, looks after the shop and provides the front of office that I require for client meetings, both existing, and new.

And before anyone asks, Jenny is almost 50 years old, happily married and a grandmother of 5. She has a husband, Daniel who, coincidentally, is my older brother by eight years.

My parents married when they were seventeen, and I was the last born when Mom was 32 years of age.

I am also a spook, but not everyone knows that. I delve into program code looking for the malicious stuff that hackers insert in order to gain access to, and drain off, the finances of their business du jour.

On occasions, I have been able to track back to the offender/s, and then with the capable assistance of Jack, my greatest buddy in geekdom, we wreak havoc upon those who would seek to deprive me, well both Jack and me, of our financial reward gained from stopping such attacks.

If and when I can locate them, I quietly inform some other friends of mine who then pay a visit to these people and convince them of the error of their ways. That of course can be explained in many varied ways, from a quiet chat, to more, shall we say, of a hands-on approach, but if the result is the same, we are delighted. If, however, the so-called wunderkinds of the hacking world, recommence their antics, then more drastic steps are taken, usually resulting in their removal from the gene pool, all very hush hush of course, and you never heard that from me.

The interests that have been helped, and had their financial affairs protected, along with any financial losses recovered where possible, are very grateful of course, and pay me large sums of money to maintain their computer systems from further attacks. Of course, I hear the sceptics shriek and shout, 'That's not possible and highly unlikely,' and I would have to agree. But an ounce of prevention almost ensures their protection and all that, and does wonders for the happy disposition of those who sign the checks or authorises the transfer of money to my account. Of course, any spook will tell you that an anti-virus program is only as good as its latest iteration, and todays version will never protect against tomorrows virus, which seems to be happily inserted into a PC when the owner or user clicks on some link or other out of curiosity or some other doltish reason.

I charge a great deal for my work..... well Jack has to be paid as well, and he is worth more than the GDP of a small country, so of course I am wealthy, Jack is wealthy, and we do this spook stuff for entertainment more than anything else to see how many hackers there are who wish to have their day ruined.

As well as all of that, I happen to be married to the sweetest, most loving woman, that it was my great fortune to meet and woo and marry, and make pregnant with twins, much to our mutual joy and happiness.

For some reason I forbore to introduce myself in the first part of my story about Merrie and me, so I apologise for my remissness. My name is Bob, and we live on a 50 acre property on the outskirts of the reasonably sized town near where we reside. I think I did previously mention that I am 40 years old while Merrie has just had her 23rd birthday.

Merrie is outside tending to her garden or whatever she does to while away her time. She is not showing a great deal yet, although the way she keeps rubbing her stomach, I am sure she is trying to convince it to expand to prove to the world that she is indeed 'in the family way'.

I wandered into the kitchen to avail myself of a fresh cup of coffee and as I poured it into my mug, I looked through the kitchen window and saw Merrie kneeling on a ground sheet as she tended her vegetables, and the flowers that she astutely had planted as an insect repellent. She had on a blouse and skirt which, when she was standing, fell to just above her knees, but bent over and kneeling as she was, came to just above the part of her anatomy where the curve of her upper thighs gave way to the shape of her delightful derriere, and she wore a pair of panties that showed more of her buns than they hid from view. Bob junior obviously saw this through Bob senior's eyes and quickly rose to the occasion suggesting, quite blatantly, that something should be done about this flagrant display of female pulchritude, and sooner before later as well.

Of course, I, being the red blooded male of the species that I am, paid close heed to that which Bob junior was shouting at me, so I stole my way from the kitchen across the back verandah and down to the grass. I treaded quietly across the grass and knelt down behind my gorgeous wife

She stiffened as I gently moved the panties away to provide me with the access to her sweet honeypot that I craved and undid the front of my pants and dropped them to my knees. I then slowly caressed my darling's pussy with my fingers and the end of my turgid cock, gently pushed up against her and slowly entered her pussy. I pushed in as far as I could until I felt her cervix, pulled back again slowly, and again pushed in. We did not speak; there was no need. We both knew what we wanted. The only sound Merrie made was a long drawn out hiss as I pushed into her, while she pushed back against my crotch.

Slowly, in no rush, we fucked, sometimes long slow deep strokes, sometimes short rapid ones.

My darling gradually began to mew and whisper, "So good, so good, keep doing that!!"

As my movements became more rapid, she turned her head and we kissed, tongues duelling as my hips moved faster and faster, battering against her bum. Her moans got louder, worried though we were not, separated from our nearest neighbour by some ten miles of road, with trees, and shrubs and undergrowth between us and them on all sides.

Merrie started to shriek, and she screamed her orgasm to the world as did I as I unloaded into her. She was, of course already pregnant, but if she had not been, she would, or at least should, have been after the load I had just deposited into her.

She then started flexing her Kegel muscles, squeezing and releasing my cock in a rhythm that only she knew, but it had the, to her anyway, desired effect of keeping me hard. I restarted my hips again and slowly but surely built up speed until we both screamed or roared our mutual climaxes, as I ejaculated another load of my baby batter into her highly desirable pussy and receptacle for my love juice.

As we slowly regained our breath and equilibrium, she told me to let her up from the position I had slowly put her in, that is with her head pushed down onto the ground sheet with a succinct, and very loving, "Get off, you oaf, you're bloody heavy."

As I withdrew from her and slowly pulled her to a kneeling position, she turned and asked, "What brought that on?"

"Well," I replied, "I got up to get a coffee and saw my bride with her ass in the air and I couldn't resist. I had to have it. I needed to fill it with my love juices, and", as I grinned at her, "I think I did a fucking good job."

"God you're incorrigible, what am I going to do with you?"

"Well, so long as it means I can keep on loving you and making love whenever and how so often as we desire, I don't really care, but, seeing as how you are asking, I remembered that when the babies are born, we won't be able to make love or have sex for a few weeks, so I'm stocking up, sort of, by having as much while I can. I think it's a great idea, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, marvellous. However, do I need to remind you that the babies are at least six and a half months away, and you do NOT need to stock up, as you so quaintly describe it. I am already pregnant, I can't get any more pregnant if I tried, so there is no point in 'stocking up'."

"Hmm, well I suppose I could slow down a little, taper off sort of thing if you think I should, but how will I occupy my time if that happens?"

"Listen here, Buster, I am not saying we need to cease this activity altogether, just slowdown from your several times a day level to perhaps a more manageable one or two times a week."

Merrie said this with an evil grin on her face, whilst I looked stunned at the very thought of reducing our 'togetherness' to only a couple of times a week.

"Careful woman, that is sacrilege and anarchy of which you speak. There will be no reduction in loving between us, at least not while my love stick is very capable and willing to err... express itself unto your good self. Now I do understand that perhaps you may get a tad weary of the constant attentions I place upon your person, but I seem to recall in our wedding vows that while I must forsake all others, and I most happily do agree with that premise, there was no mention of any limitation of the procreation and sexual loving placed upon my person, or on yours either, as a matter of fact."

"Bob, Bob, Bob. Your chain is so easy to yank," Merrie whispered lovingly into my ear, as she gently stroked my manhood.

"My God," she said, "You're getting in the mood again, aren't you? Get inside, now! I will deal with this, and you, in the bedroom where it belongs, now get."

Later as we sat and talked about the day's activities, I gestured to my love and suggested she sit on my lap.

"Uh, uh," she said, "You'll get horny again, and I need the rest for a couple of weeks, randy bastard you are."

"A couple of weeks, what is the matter with you? I'll be weighed down if I can't immerse myself into you for that length of time."

My love looked at me and grinned again, climbed upon my lap and smothered me with the most toe curling embrace that I had experienced that day, which is saying something, given that we have such embraces many times a day as it is.

"You are so easy to tease, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you, Bobby, and don't you forget it."

"I won't, my love, that I promise you."

We sat quietly, eyes closed, until Merrie whispered, "What are you thinking about my love, you sort of shivered then?"

"Sorry, I was thinking about the day we first met. That awful flooding day when it rained, the wind howled, and I saw this forlorn creature standing at the bus stop, so wet and frightened, well that's what it looked like anyway."

"What were you thinking when you saw me, and why did you stop for me, weren't there others who were caught by the storm?"

"Actually, no. You were the only one I saw as I was driving home."

I started to explain what I remembered about that, on the one hand the worst day I had experienced weather wise, but the best day of my life for that is when I met her.

I thought back to our first meeting to provide an understanding of what I saw in Merrie, without having any idea of what she saw in me, but there was obviously something; after all we are now married and pregnant with two children growing inside her.

The first meeting.

I know this will seem like some cliché, but we did actually meet at a bus stop. It was absolutely pissing down with rain, why I don't know, it was summer, and rain was not a feature of the weather pattern where I lived. I was driving my car, very carefully because the roads were wet, and very slippery as those with shit for brains were finding out as they tried to drive at ridiculous speeds over the flooded streets and roads. There were many cars and trucks stuck on the side of the road where their idiot owners had tried to drive through flooded sections but only succeeded in stalling themselves.

As I drove along the road, I noted that there was no-one on foot trying to escape the rain and sleet; it appeared at least that everyone had managed to get indoors and in shelter, except for the knuckleheads who couldn't drive in a sane manner in the wet.

As I drove further toward my home, I noticed a young lady standing at a bus stop trying to shelter under an umbrella which seemed more interested in turning itself inside out, than protecting her from the elements.

I stopped and opened the door and shouted over the roaring wind, "Quick, get in. At least you'll be dry."

She looked at me and shook her head, shouting "No, I don't know you. I'll stay here thanks."

I yelled back, "Look don't argue. Get in, at least you'll be dryer and not trying to drown from the rain and so on."

"No," she yelled, leave me alone. I'll wait for the bus."

"The way the roads are, the bus is probably stuck back there trying to get through the cars and trucks stuck on the road and can't get past the flooding. I'm not going to hurt you, or race you off to my lair, not in this weather at least, and you'll be out of the rain if nothing else."

She looked at me, the heavens, and the road and craned her neck as if she was looking for the bus or some form of transport that would carry her to safety away from me, as well as the deluge which only seemed to be getting heavier by the minute.

"Alright, I'll get in but just wait here, don't go driving off or I'll get out again."

I looked at her and said "Okay, just get in, you're letting in the wet."

My car has separate front seats, however she still sat as far away from me as possible once she had shut the door. She had folded the umbrella as she got in the car, but it dripped water all over the floor. She was wet through, and I just knew that the seats would be saturated once she got out of the car, whenever and wherever that might be.

"Just to soothe your anxiety, my name is Bob Greene, that's Green with an 'e', I live on 8th Road and I'm on my way home from my office in the city. I have no idea from where the storm came, but if I had known it was coming, I'd have left for home hours ago, but if I had, I wouldn't have had the chance to help you out of the rain, so I guess some good came out of it."

I looked at her and said, "Ok, I'll shut up now. You must think I'm some sort of idiot."

The girl looked at me with an odd look on her face. "How long have you lived on 8th Road?" she asked.

"Aah, pretty much all my life. The house was my grandfather's, and I inherited it when he passed. After my grandmother died, my parents sold their place and moved back to live in the house, and the basement was fitted out as my own apartment, all be it without a view. Granddad lived for another fifteen years after she died so I guess Mum and Dad moved back to look after him. Why?"

Is your father a teacher at the high school? A Mister Greene was my physics and math teacher while I was there until I started college this year."

I looked at her and replied, "Yes, that was Dad. He retired at the end of the school year but I'm sure he'd love to see you again at some time. If you went to high school here, you must live close by? You sure I can't give you a lift home? By the way, what's your name if you don't mind telling me?"

She looked at me as though she could see into my soul and seemed to come to a decision.

"My name is Maeve O'Donoghue, but I prefer 'Merrie'. It gets complicated trying to explain my heritage otherwise."

"Well now, isn't it a small world. I remember as a boy helping your parents pick fruit from the back block. You weren't even born yet. How old are you now, uh, before you answer I'm going to guess you're about 17 or 18."

"Mmm, that's a good guess. I'll be 18 in 4 weeks." She looked at me with a grin and inquired, "And how old might you be, or do you think you are far too old to tell me?"

I started to bridle at that, but then saw the grin on her very pretty face, so I replied, "No, I do not think I am too old to tell you at all. I am 35, so just under twice your age. However, when I'm 40 you'll be less than half my age and the older we get, the better the ratio between us."

I didn't realise just how prescient that statement would be.

"Merrie, are you okay for me to take you home, perhaps you want to let your family know where you are and why?"

"My phone has a flat battery, and no, I think I should be okay with you, especially as I know your family, sort of. But yes, if you wouldn't mind taking me home, I can get out of these wet clothes and dry off. Maybe you could come in and meet Mum and Dad again, sort of renew old acquaintances. What do you think?"

"I can do that, yes, that will be nice. I haven't seen them for many years, and besides, I think I would like to see their faces when I arrive with their daughter in tow."

"Bob, what is it you do anyway?"

"Oh, I'm an investment broker. I have my own business and try to make people a lot of money from investments, shares, stocks, that sort of thing? A bit removed from picking fruit, isn't it? What are you studying at college, Merrie?"

"I'm doing a first year intro course in the sciences, maths and engineering. I'm not really sure what I want to do, something in computers maybe, but I don't know yet. It'll depend on how I go this first year I suppose."

We both drifted into silence while I concentrated on the road, making sure I got my passenger home safely, and wondering what Merrie's folks would say when we met again.

Back to today

"That was an interesting day, wasn't it my love. I remember your mom was amazed to see me, and she knew straight away who I was. I think your dad took a bit more time to realise who I was, especially having you in tow.

"Oh yes. After you left, poor dad put me through the third degree, until mom told him to settle down. She reminded him of the young boy who used to help pick fruit, and when, finally the penny dropped, dad said that it was probably best that I had come home with you and not some low life."

"You know, I was really nervous around you, even when we saw each other at the mall, or Wendy's or wherever. You were usually with your friends, and I was definitely the old man who just wanted to catch up and chat. Even after you told me that we were going out for dinner on that Friday and not to be late."

"Why were you nervous? I wasn't yet 19 years old, and you were nervous? I thought you would just tell me not to be a little girl and go out with someone my age, that really scared me you know. That you would laugh and tell me to grow up or something. I was really worried that you wouldn't come which is why I gave you my card and made sure you wouldn't have an excuse. I was overjoyed when you arrived at my door, with flowers, and a gift for mom. That really won her over, you know. Dad was as worried as any father could be I suppose, but he eventually came round though, didn't he."

"Yeah, took nearly 12 months before he was completely relaxed around me, you know. Do you know we had 'the chat' on the back porch one afternoon when he was barbecuing for us all? He threatened to 'cut my balls off and fuck up my ambitions for a happy life' if I so much as looked at another woman, or hurt you in any way, while you and I were dating. I realised then that I really was in love with you that day, not because I was in fear of losing my nuts, but because I might lose you if I didn't get my act together and get serious about where I wanted you and me to be."

"It still took you another year to ask me 'the question' though, didn't it?"

"Well yeah, I had to psych myself up to it, get the ring, practise what I was going to say, where, when, all that important stuff........."

Merrie looked at me and asked softly, "Did you really have to psych yourself up to asking me?"

"No, my love, not really. I was more worried about you laughing at me and telling me how much younger you were than I was, how you were having too much fun to get married, and so on. Stupid stuff, but I was so worried you know.

"When you told me that you would be my wife, I was over the moon, I was so proud, happy, I was literally beside myself. The girl who didn't care what I was, what I had, didn't care about any of that. All you wanted was to be my wife, lover, and mother to our children, I couldn't believe how lucky I was going to be with you in my life."

"Is that why we got married so soon?"

"Mm, I couldn't wait to marry you. The shorter the engagement the better, I'd've married you the next day, but I figured your mom might've complained about not having a wedding to plan, but I tell you, the six months before the day were the longest six months I've ever been through, and that included my time in the sand box with the marines."

"Do you remember our first night on our honeymoon? Talk about the blushing bride. I was so scared. I was not going to be experienced enough for you, I wouldn't really know what to do. You know, I looked at so many porn movies trying to work out what I should do to make you happy; I even practised with a banana to learn how to suck you, and I didn't even know how big you were. I sort of knew though from when we kissed, and you held me so tight. I could feel you pressing up to me. I'd get so wet. At times I just wanted to throw you down on the ground and fuck you for hours. And my breasts. The nipples were so sore, I wanted you to suck on them so much. And then, you were so gentle, so loving and careful with me. I know I didn't have a hymen, but I was still a virgin, but you were so loving. I think I fell in love with you so much more then. I wasn't a little girl anymore. I was a woman, a bride, a wife, and I was married to the most wonderful, loving man in the world, and I couldn't wait to have our children with you.

"You know, that was something we never talked about. When we would start our family. It was though you didn't care, today, tomorrow, or next week. You know, I'm surprised it took so long, two years. I was beginning to think we would never get pregnant, or that there was something wrong with me. Even the GP told me that I shouldn't worry or panic. It will happen when you least expect it, and, my darling husband, it has, and twins as well. I am so lucky for this. You and I will be the best parents, you wait and see."

While Merrie had been talking, she had at times been unconsciously wriggling around in my lap. This had served to get little Bob interested again, especially as Merrie's crotch was directly over 'his nibs' and he was reacting accordingly.

I stated, "Merrie, please stand up a moment," and when she did I dropped my pants to the floor, spun her around facing away me and shifted her panties to the side. I then pulled her down and carefully inserted my cock into her love hole.

"Wait, no, I can't, I'm too tender." But I wasn't listening. I just slowly and carefully moved in and out of her again, and after a few movements, Merrie began to moan and whisper "Oh, so fucking good, god, fuck me, Bobby, fuck me please?"

Well, how could one refuse such a request as I happily complied. Soon, all you could hear was the slapping of our two bodies together, and the whispered entreaties we made to each other about love, sex, and fucking.

"Oh god, Bobby, come in me, please, come in me now, god yes, now, now, do it, fill me with your juices," as she screamed out again and squirted all over my lap, soaking me and her together.

Sometime later, our hearts and breathing both had settled down, and my wife looked at me and stated, "Husband, no more, I am sore, sated but sore. You will have to do with a bit of felatio until I'm not so sore and uncomfortable down there."

"Yes, my love, but it's really your fault, you know?"

"How is it my fault? I was just sitting here having a quiet chat, when you suddenly attacked my person for no reason, you..... you beast, you. You're a sex addled, demanding fucker of me. I don't know how I put up with it, I really don't."

"But you wouldn't have it any other way, would you?" I grinned at her.

"No, my love, I would not.

To be continued.

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