32. Chapter 32
Chapter 32
Mack
I 'm going to be a father … and my wife isn't dying.
Those thoughts had been filling my every waking hour since we received the news a few weeks ago, to say it had been a shock would be an understatement. Maisie and I had been trying for a baby for a very long time, years in fact and we had just sort of come to terms with the fact that it probably wasn't going to happen.
We had both agreed a long time ago that if by the time we turned thirty five we still hadn't managed to have children of our own then we would adopt. However, although we were now having a baby, the thought of adoption hadn't left me. After seeing everything Maisie has been through and the fact that she's now working on building a relationship with her brother after all these years, the idea that we could bring a child into our family and make sure that they never felt alone and unloved like my Maisie, I think that could probably be the best thing we could ever do. If we could save all the children, we would.
Maisie had been in touch with her social worker from all those years ago, they'd met and exchanged all the information that Maisie needed. Apparently Maverick had been very open to the idea of having a sister, he was aware of Maisie, but felt it was important that she made the first step when she was ready.
It was a damn shame that the folder had gone unread for such a long time, I'm not sure if I could have had as much patience as Maverick.
Maisie had written an email to Maverick, asking to meet, he had replied almost instantly setting up a time and place that they could get together. That email was a week ago and they'd been emailing back and forth ever since, catching up on each others lives and getting to know each other.
Maverick now lives in Scotland and has been there his entire life, he was adopted by a lovely family and even has a brother. He's unmarried, no children and he worked for many years as a boxer. Now he trains younger boxers in his very own gym. He's worked so hard and accomplished so much and I just know that Maisie can't wait to meet him.
He's coming down to us within the next couple of months and plans to stay for a few weeks, he's just as excited as Maisie is to meet. It's just a shame that we live at complete opposite ends of the country. We haven't told him about the baby yet, in fact we haven't told anybody. Maisie wants to wait for our twelve week scan which is apparently quite a common time to share the news.
But for now, it's the weekend, a rainy Sunday afternoon in fact. We are lying on the sofa reading one of Maisie's romance books, things are hotting up and the university professor in the story has just bedded his student for the first time. He's taken her virginity and everything.
It takes me back to the night that Maisie took mine … shit that was a good night, could have done without the bloody air mattress but what a night to remember. The book is working it's magic, the smut seeping into Maisie's veins like a crack addict. She's beginning to squirm, rubbing her thighs together to relieve the ache that I know is building. Her breathing is speeding up as I read the erotic words for her, she always says that listening to me read is like listening to one of her audiobooks. She says I have 'the voice' for it. So as I read about the professor kissing the student in the rain, them laughing as the drops seep through their clothes, as the professor moves to shield them behind the brick wall in the story …
I stop reading as an idea crosses my mind and I don't give it a second thought as I move Maisie off my lap and move to stand,
"Where are you g-"
She's cut off by me pulling her up off the sofa by her hand and leading her towards the open patio doors, according to Maisie there's nothing better than hearing and watching the rain through an open door. I wonder how she feels about going out in it?
I don't stop dragging her until we are both standing in the middle of our back garden, barefoot, already soaked through to our underwear. I take my wife into my arms, pulling her close. She wraps her arms around my neck and we slow dance in the rain, we've had enough stress to last a lifetime these past few weeks. It feels therapeutic to let the rain wash away all of our worries.
The only sounds are the raindrops hitting the grass and our breathing. Maisie is looking at me as if I hung the moon as I lead her slowly around the garden. Her eyes are bright, her smile is wide and there isn't an ounce of stress in her body. We move to some unknown music that we can only hear in our heads.
Maisie begins to move her hands down my body, stroking my back softly with her finger tips, before settling her hands into the back pockets of my jeans and giving my arse a firm squeeze. I'm already rock hard against her stomach, have been ever since reading to her inside.
My head is resting against hers, eyes closed as I press soft kisses to her forehead and down the side of her face, she moves her head to the side to give me better access to her neck. I nip my way along her jaw and down to that sensitive spot behind her ear.
She rests her hands on either side of my head as I move further south, nipping at her chest and biting at those hard peeks that are pressing against her soaking wet white t-shirt. What a perfect day to not be wearing a bra.
She holds me in place as I suck on her tits through her top, her hands come around to the front of my jeans where she rests them on the front of my belt, slowly undoing the buckle and pulling it free. She slowly begins walking forward, pushing me behind the garden shed where we are slightly sheltered by the large oak tree overhanging the garden.
I pull Maisie's soaking wet top over her head as soon as her back hits the shed, her hands making quick work of my jeans and boxers as she slides them down my legs and my hard length springs free. She takes me in her hand and I let out a low groan as she starts moving her hand up and down my hard cock. Stroking right to the base and back up again.
I'm so turned on I'm about to come all over her if she doesn't stop.
"Turn around baby." I tell her, she complies instantly, arching her back, pushing her jogger clad arse into my waiting hands.
I slip my thumbs into her waistband and push her joggers down her legs, leaving them hanging around her knees. Her panties are next, they're soaked, I can't tell if it's from how turned on she is or if it's from the rain that's still pelting down on us.
"Bend over baby, show me that pretty pussy." I tell her, pushing her down gently with a hand in the middle of her back.
"Hold on tight little flame."
Maisie holds on to the wooden window sill in front of her, resting her arms against it as she arches out further for me. God my wife is sexy, she's all pale smooth skin, flawless peaked tits, fire red curls spilling down her back which are now as soaked as the rest of her.
I line my hard cock up with her entrance and she swallows me whole.
I pound into my wife as hard as she can take, I hold on to her now full hips, her body beginning to swell with my baby. I pull her back onto my cock as she moans and whimpers into the air.
It isn't long until I feel her muscles beginning to quiver, she holds me tighter as she finally lets go and screams my name into the rain. I'm not far behind her as I thrust as far as I can go and spill my hot come deep inside of her. Pulse after pulse of ecstasy course through my body as we both soak in every ounce of pleasure from each other.
The rain still pouring around us, we are both soaking wet as the cloud of lust finally disperses and we take in the scene around us.
I have my pregnant wife bent over in the back garden, it's raining cats and dogs and we've just re-enacted a scene from one of her dirty books. I think I might have to spill this secret to every guy I meet. Maybe shout it from the rooftops …
Buy your ladies dirty books gentleman!