“Saje, I wouldn’t be carrying this shit if it wasn’t.”
“Oh, I must not have realized I did that.” She giggled and removed the towel from around her, then grabbed the jar of cocoa butter Vaseline she used to lather her body. “I was wondering why you were carrying that thing around,” she continued to say.
Saje bent over, giving me access to see her pussy peeking at me from the back. My dick immediately bricked up at the sight of her fat cat.
Fuck, I can’t stay mad at her. She has a nigga thinking with his dick instead of his head.
I didn’t care that I hadn’t showered yet. Saje knew what the fuck she was doing.
She remained in that position, stalling for time by rubbing the thick mixture between her toes. I got behind her and caressed her soft flesh. Not bothering to remove my dress shirt, or anything else, I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my suit pants, and freed my wood. Saje balanced herself as I rubbed the head back and forth down her slit.
Her pussy began to juice up; I couldn’t wait to get that muthafucka and make it extra creamy. Saje tossed the jar of Vaseline across the floor and reached behind to spread herself open for me. I stepped back, admiring the pinkness of her folds.
“Put it in, baby. I can’t wait any longer,” she begged in a husky tone.
I covered her vagina hole with the tip of my dick. Each stroke slow and calculated. Once my meat was entirely buried inside of her, I sped up. My thrusts brought out sounds I never heard her make before. I fucked my wife like it was our first time. Her nectar lubricated my pole, giving it a nice shine.
“That’s right, baby girl, fuck this dick… this yo’ dick, Saje…”
“Yes, the fuck it is, daddyyy… you do me the best…”
“I better be the only nigga doin’ you.” I pumped faster, my eyes glued to her backside.
“Alwaysss, Reason… this yo’ fuckin’ pussyyy… Fuck… Fuck… Fuck… this pussy ’bout to cum for youuu… Ahhh!” She threw her ass violently on my dick.
“Gimme that shit, Saje… Yup, baby… just like that,” I coached her, loving the feeling of her wetness making a mess everywhere.
My baby had gotten hers. Now it was my turn. I kept going, my nut building. Saje stayed bent over, spread open, and panting while her muscles gripped my dick, sucking out every drop of semen I had to give this round. My head fell back as I gripped her waist, releasing inside her.
When I was done, I slapped her ass and plopped on the bed. She didn’t take long to join me in bed. I would shower when I had the energy to get back up.
A nigga was ready to knock out. Saje’s pussy was that good.
A Few Days Later
“What do you mean you want to meet that bitch?” Saje’s fury seeped through her pores.
My eyes pierced deep into her. “What? You calling the woman who is carrying our baby a bitch?”
Anger filled her eyes. “All she is, is a gahdamn vessel for your seed. A fuckin’ stranger.”
“Saje,” I called out in a clear, firm voice, making her jump a little. “My seed? You mean, our baby.”
Saje pressed her thick lips into a thin line. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I’m just asking, why? We agreed that this entire process will be anonymous.”
She didn’t wait for a response; she hopped off the stool and went over to the wine cellar I recently had installed adjacent to our movie room. My eyes followed her, trying to give myself my own understanding of what the fuck was going on with my wife. The attitude she displayed lately only seemed to intensify the closer we got to meeting our child.
Saje grabbed a bottle of one of the most aged wines in our collection and popped the bottle open. I kept my focus on her as she tilted the bottle and brought her lips to the opening. With her face slightly scrunched up, she continued to drink. More than half the bottle was gone before she came up for air. Saje released a loud belch and set the bottle on top of the counter. All that prissy, proper shit she usually did when she drank wine went out the door.
“Saje,” I coolly said her name. She had her fix, so I assumed she was good to talk now. “Tell me what’s going on with you. Every time I ask you ‘what’s wrong,’ you brush me off or say you’re good. I let it slide, but clearly, you’re not.”
Saje rested her arms under her breasts and gazed at me. “Reason, I’m overwhelmed. It’s nothing serious, okay? I’m trying to get used to the fact that things will be changing around here soon.” She unfolded her arms, scratched an area under her eye, then deeply sighed. “And now… Now you’re talking about meeting someone who’s able to give you something I couldn’t give you.”
“Saje, baby.” Guilt crept in immediately. “Don’t think about it like that. Everything I do is for us. You’re enough, Saje.”
Her chin trembled, her eyes turning glassy with tears.
I wanted her to feel secure. I wanted the doubts in her mind to disappear.
