The doctor said sex could help her go into labor. So, like a dutiful husband, it’s my job to both relax and stimulate her!

A bonus follow-up story to my Bought by the Mysterious Billionaire serial, by Jules Marie

TESSA:

I’m a week past my due date, and this baby still isn’t here.

I’ve always been early for everything in my life, so I really thought this baby would arrive into the world before he or she was due, and yet it hasn’t happened.

So, today, as Blake and I are at my prenatal appointment, I beg the doctor to help us out.

“Can’t you just, like, check me into the hospital and induce me?” I plead.

She smiles at me as if to show me she understands my plight, but I can’t help feeling as if it’s a cruel smile! Does she not know how much my ankles have been killing me? How I’ve been having Braxton Hicks contractions for weeks now?

“I understand your dilemma but it’s best to let the baby come naturally,” she explains patiently.

I look at Blake with my eyes darting towards the doctor, as if to say, “I really don’t think she does understand!” but he’s just nodding at her and listening carefully—the traitor!

“We’ve just done extra monitoring and everything is looking good in there,” she assures me. “It’s best to just go home and rest because it’s going to happen very soon. When I checked your cervix, you were already at one centimeter.”

“Isn’t there anything I can do to hurry things along?” I plead with her.

“Well, walking’s good. Bouncing on a fitness ball. Eating spicy food could work.”

I try not to grunt in annoyance, because I’ve already tried all of that. Even Blake looks like his attention is fading, and he’s trying to keep his eyes open, because he’s heard me read all of these suggestions from a book or website before, and then complain that none of it has worked.

But then she adds, “And of course, there’s always good old-fashioned sex.”

“I’m sorry, what?” both he and I say at the same time.

He’s certainly paying attention now!

The doctor’s face is a bit pale, as if she’s overworked and overtired, yet her eyes are bright and certain, leaving no room for misinterpretation. It doesn’t seem like she’s made a mistake or that we’ve heard her wrong.

She speaks seriously but with a note of hopefulness in her voice.

“Sex is a natural way to help induce labor,” she explains. “The hormones released can act as stimulants to the uterus, which can help begin contractions.”

“Oh,” I say, feeling stupid.

And here Blake and I had been avoiding sex—vaginal sex, anyway—because we’d been afraid it could hurt the baby!

I want to scream, You mean to tell me that if we had been doing the very thing we love to do, I might not not have to be this pregnant anymore, and our baby already might be here?! Why didn’t you tell me before!

But I restrain myself.

“And it doesn’t need to be uncomfortable,” she continues. “Rest assured that positioned correctly, your partner’s weight will not add extra strain on either your or the baby.”

Her smile is encouraging as she finishes addressing us both.

“That’s good to know,” Blake tells her, with a grin.

I’m sure it is good for him to know that, but I still have my doubts. I feel like a beached whale… how could sex not be uncomfortable at this stage in the game?

Nevertheless, as we thank her and leave her office, I start to feel rather turned on. It’s been a long time since he and I have had sex the “old-fashioned way,” as the good doctor had put it—or at least it sure feels that way.

“Should we go eat some spicy food and then, uhh, try that other way of getting the baby out?” Blake proposes, once we reach our car.

“Well, we are under doctor’s orders,” I tell him with a smile.

I don’t have to ask where he’s driving to. My husband knows me well and he sensed just where to take me for spicy food. It doesn’t hurt that I’ve been wanting it for a month straight now, and eating it often! I have a feeling that tonight, it will finally work.

Once we arrive at our destination, we step out onto the street, both of us wearing big smiles. The air is still warm and the evening sun sets a golden hue on everything it touches.

I feel happy as we turn down the street towards Hottest Tamales, my favorite Mexican restaurant; I can smell their savory cooking already and I can also hear music being carried through open windows by gentle drafts that tease at my hair as we walk past.

My stomach growls in anticipation, but I try to focus on all the sights around me: strings of lanterns criss-crossed overhead like stars captured in an artisanal net, bright murals depicting scenes from Mexico, and people sitting at outdoor tables, enjoying a nice meal while conversing and laughing.

This is the perfect setting for what will hopefully be our last meal as a couple before becoming a family of three!

We enter the restaurant and then find an empty table near the back of the restaurant and sit down, eager to order our food. I’m hungry but I’m also excited, and I’m feeling very glad that I asked the doctor so many questions!

Usually I feel silly pestering her with information and I rarely find out anything I hadn’t already read about myself.

But this was news to me—welcome news, even if I’m a little apprehensive about the mechanics of how it will work.

I can’t help but smile when Blake takes my hand in his, as if he knows this is a special night for us both.

Hopefully, if we do this right, this will be the night when our baby starts making his or her entrance into this world!

And as I order and then devour enchiladas with rice and beans, I have a feeling that what we do together tonight will be an even more enjoyable way of trying to make that happen than eating this delicious food is right now!

BLAKE:

It’s late when we get home, and I was beginning to think we never would. I swear I’ve been hard as a fucking rock ever since the doctor had suggested I have sex with Tessa to try to get the baby to arrive!

I waste no time getting her in the house, and taking her clothes off. We’re both undressed—her down to her panties, and me completely naked, with my stiff cock stretched out for her—and ready in no time at all, and despite the fact that it’s been a while since we’ve done this, I can tell Tessa is as eager and aroused as I am.

My wife stands before me, beautiful and glowing in the dawn light that cascades through the window. Her expectant curves are silhouetted against the soft morning haze; her exposed breasts full and exquisite, her stomach gently bulging as our unborn child slumbers inside.

I feel my heart tremble with emotion as I stare at her naked form and marvel at how powerful love can be; this woman in front of me who has given so much of herself to bring life into this world is an inspiration beyond measure.

And yet I can’t even think about all that sweet stuff right now. Because all I can think of wanting to do really dirty, naughty things with her!

I clear my throat and get into my dominant mode, partly because I don’t want her to know how weak in the knees she makes me!

She knows I love her but I’ve never shown her how much power she really has over me, and I never plan to, because I like being her strong husband who is always the one in charge and in control.

“The doctor said it won’t be uncomfortable. But I guess I’m going to have to tie you up, just in case,” I say.

“Yes, Master,” she says obediently.

“Lie down on the bed,” I command her, and she does.

My hands explore the curves of her body, down to where the elastic outline of her panties meets the soft skin of her inner thigh. I pull them down and run my tongue along the edges, watching as she shudders in pleasure. She is mine now; I can feel it in every touch, every lick.

I tug at a length of rope from my pocket and slowly secure one of her ankles to each bed post; she is spread open before me like an offering, thighs trembling with desire while anticipation rises within her.

I move up to caress her breasts while I whisper sweet nothings in her ear, pushing her body closer and closer to the edge of pleasure until she falls over the edge with a gasp of delight.

My hands continue on their mission as I make sure every inch of her body has been explored, massaged and kissed before finally returning my mouth and hands to that most treasured of places, her perfectly beautiful pussy.

I can’t believe such a gorgeous, young, curvy woman is all mine!

“Oh, Blake,” she moans, as I suck on her clit while fingering her hole. “This feels so good. Oh, yes.”

She tries to arch her back some but the rope tugs her back down, and she’s at my mercy again while I devour her pussy. I nibble on her clit while thrusting my fingers in and out of her nice, tight little hole.

“Oh, yes, oh, yes!” she calls out. “You’re going to make me cum…”

As she explodes with pleasure, she also grunts a bit, and her face grimaces in pain.

“Are you okay?” I ask her, stopping suddenly.

“Yes,” she says, panting a bit. “I think I just had a little contraction, though. A real one!”

“It must be working. Should I keep going?”

“I think so,” she says.

I bury my tongue in her pussy hole, lapping up the juices that are pouring out of her while rubbing her clit all around. With my other hand, I reach up and take ahold of one of her nipples, playing with it while I continue eating her out.

“Oh, yes, Master, yes!” she says, as she starts cumming again into my mouth.

I can’t get enough of her and my cock is even harder as I suck out all the wetness from her pussy. Her hand is on her belly though, so I stop again.

I look into her eyes, which seem wide open and more alert than usual, as she says, “I swear that every time you make me cum, I feel another contraction coming on.”

“It must be working then,” I suggest.

“Yes. Don’t stop.”

She doesn’t have to ask me again!

I eagerly put my head back between her legs and go to town on her clit, running my tongue up and down it before taking it in between my lips and sucking on it.

“Oh, oh, ohhhh,” she moans, in what sounds like a combination of pleasure and pain.

“You’re such a bad girl,” I tell her, squeezing her nipple and biting her clit a bit. “Letting your husband do this to you while you’re so very pregnant.”

I’m staring at her curvy body as I say this, marveling again at her big breasts which pregnancy has made even fuller, and her nice, juicy ass. I still can’t believe she’s my wife and the mother of my child. It all makes me feel like the luckiest man in the world.

“I am!” she calls out happily. “I really am. You make me feel so good all over and I never want you to stop.”

“Okay, I won’t,” I say with a grin.

Except so that you can have the baby! I think, but I don’t add, because I need to stay focused on the task at hand and not distract either one of us too much just yet.

Seeing my wife naked and tied down and spread wide open for me, her pussy available for the taking by my cock for the first time in weeks, reminds me that I’d best stop eating her pussy—as delicious as that is—and move on so that we can get one more good fuck in before we become parents… which hopefully, judging by how many orgasms I’m giving her and what she’s just said about each one bringing labor closer and closer and closer… will be very, very soon.

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