CHAPTER 43

Sara and I spent the rest of the day in bed holding and touching and loving each other. We sixty-nined first until we were totally drained. Then I held Sara, my head still between her silken thighs and hers resting lightly on my right thigh. "I think I should do this more often, John. The view is just great!" I laughed as I leaned up to kiss each of her ass cheeks. Damn, but this woman's body was, in my opinion, the perfect combination of smoothness and strength. Her skin was unbelievably soft and smooth, but I could easily feel the strong muscles just below the surface.

Later in the afternoon we fucked as Sara rode my cock like a woman possessed. I had no idea where her energy came from. I knew that I was all but exhausted. She rode me to two powerful orgasms before my weary cock spurted, bathing her womb in my baby-making sauce.

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We were up early for work the following morning as our lives adjusted to our new normal. I was in the office when Cara poked her head in the door. "So John, how was your weekend?"

I was chuckling as I answered. "I think you already know the answer to that. Yes, I did enjoy Sara's surprises—both of them. She seemed to enjoy the second one a lot, too. Why don't you grab some coffee and we'll get started on the bonuses."

Cara was back about five minutes later with coffee for both of us along with her steno pad. "I ordered a new desk and chair for Mom yesterday—Staples online. It should be delivered by Wednesday. I saw Bobby on the way in and he says he'll hook her desktop up to our network. I plan to buy the computer over lunch if that's okay with you." It was completely okay so we spent the rest of the morning on the bonuses. My senior techs got $2,000,000 each, the juniors—a million, four. I gave Cara $150,000. Tom O'Neill got $3,000,000. Sergei got $2,500,000. They were doing a great job organizing Tritech-EU, the European Union division of my firm.

The next two weeks flew by as we started to move into the offices across the hall now that the accounting firm was already down on the second floor. We were all set by Christmas, more than a month ahead of schedule. Natalie was on the job and we'd hired two clerks to manage the accounting.

Christmas day was the best I could remember. Sara gave me casual clothes that I sorely needed and scheduled an appointment with a Hong Kong tailor who was on an annual visit to Manhattan so I could be measured for four custom suits and two dozen dress shirts. I bought her mostly jewelry, but also some sexy bedroom outfits, not that she needed anything to look sexy. I also bought her a large bottle of an expensive perfume after she told me she had tried it and liked it in one of the nearby malls. I liked it, too—especially on Sara.

We had a party on New Year's Eve with Rob and Allison, Cara and her new boyfriend, Steve, who I learned was a civil engineer for a huge national firm. Mom and Dad and Natalie with Sheldon rounded out the group. This time I had Joe's sub shop handle the catering, but only cold sandwiches in addition to several outstanding salads and barbeque baked beans. I welcomed in the New Year kissing and holding my wonderful wife.

We continued our family building exercises until one day in late February when I returned from work to find a small box on the floor just inside the door. I was curious so I picked it up--surprised to find that it was a home pregnancy test. Inside was a cylinder that said YES. I hurried forward toward the kitchen where I found another that had the same message. On the table was a third positive with a brief note that demanded that I run upstairs to the bedroom where my pregnant wife awaited.

I took the steps three at a time, almost breaking my neck when I fell forward near the top. I stopped suddenly when I opened the door to the bedroom. The room was bathed in the light from a dozen candles and there on the center of the bed was my wife wearing one of the sexiest outfits I had bought her for Christmas. It was a wine red teddy with an open crotch and ribbons that wound their way around her breasts, supporting them while leaving them completely exposed to my hungry eyes. I had thought it incredibly sexy in the store, but on Sara's body there were no words to adequately describe it.

"Get those clothes off, John. I plan to ride you for hours tonight. Don't worry about dinner. I got us a couple of those club subs from the sub shop for whenever we need to rest and recharge." I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough. Even with all the sex we'd had over the past two months I still wanted Sara with every fiber of my body. Once I was naked I fell into her embrace. She wrapped her slender, but strong arms around me as our lips met in perhaps the most passionate kiss of my life. It went on for several minutes until Sara broke it. "I love kissing you, but I have this itch and if I don't scratch it soon…." I laughed as I rolled off her and pulled her onto me. Her legs opened as she straddled me. It was only a second later that she slid down my shaft and we became one.

"I phoned my doctor this afternoon. Oh, dear God, you feel so good inside me. I love the way you stretch my pussy. You make me tingle all over. We have an appointment next Tuesday afternoon. Is that okay? Ohhh, sweet mother of God—you feel so damned good." She began a slow rhythm, one that I knew from sweet experience would increase in pace over the next ten minutes until we were rutting like wild beasts. That was pretty much what happened—several times that evening. We never did get to eat our hero sandwiches, but I doubted that either of us cared. I made a mental note just before falling asleep to clear my schedule Tuesday afternoon.