Chapter Three
A week later, I’m cooking us dinner again. Peter and I have done nothing but talk, argue, and go around in circles. I’m emotionally wrung out, conflicted, and confused, but we both keep coming back to the same thing: we want this.
Rose just looks made to carry babies. I haven’t been able to tear my eyes away from her any time she’s around—and lately, she’s been everywhere.
“Hi, Mrs. Waterman! Hope you’re having a good day, Mrs. Waterman!” The pretty little tart who wants to spread her legs for my husband and give me a baby greets me with a huge smile every time. It makes me feel ancient.
And tonight, she’s back at my dinner table, wearing a laughably angelic pure white dress that sits just above her knees.
“Dinner smells delicious, Mrs. Waterman.”
“Please, call me Bella. We’re about to become pretty close, after all.” That’s one way of saying she wants to take my husband for a ride.
Her face scrunches cutely and her eyes glitter. “Thank you, Bella. I’m really excited to go on this journey with you and Peter.”
She doesn’t need any prompting to use his first name. They keep making eyes at each other across the table and it makes my stomach twist. I’m sure they’re just as nervous as I am, if not more so. They’re the ones who will be naked together.
“This is weird for everyone, right?” I ask with a laugh, several bites into my pasta. I’m so tense, it tastes like ash in my mouth.
“Hmm, not for me,” Rose shrugs, “I know this is the right thing to do, so I feel perfectly calm. It’s almost like destiny.
” Her eyes fall downward and she chews on her lip.
I think she’s growing shy until I realize she’s zeroed in on my husband’s crotch.
“Though I guess I am a little nervous about the actual act. I’ve only had sex once before. ”
Oh for god’s sake. I drop my napkin on the table, unable to take another bite. Did she walk right off the set of a porno or something? Peter must be loving this.
“Well don’t hold back on my account.” I roll my eyes. “Feel free to get the party started any time.”
“Everything okay, honey? You agreed to this. You said you want this too. Rose is doing us both a great favor.” Could he sound any more defensive? The pig.
“Absolutely. And you’re making a huge sacrifice for both of us, clearly. Just take your little girlfriend to bed and be done with it.” I push back from the table and storm from the room, but Rose follows me into the hallway. I can’t escape.
“This isn’t the way to bring a baby into this world.” She trails a soothing hand down my back. “Your energy and consent matters. If you’re not fully committed to this, we shouldn’t do it.”
I hate her even more for being right. Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. My hands are clenched into fists at my side and it takes a conscious effort to release them, to slow my breathing, to really look at the young woman standing in front of me.
She didn’t ask for any of this. She’s giving us the greatest gift imaginable. I can suck up my jealousy for one fucking night.
“Can I have a hug?” she asks, and it takes only the tilt of my shoulders for her to wrap her arms around me and nuzzle her forehead against my neck.
My muscles soften and I find myself hugging her back, even sniffing her hair.
I feel like a mother comforting her child, even though she’s the one calming me.
She pulls back and looks at me with big eyes. “Are you mad at me because Mr. Waterman and I are going to have sex?”
It feels so petty when she says it. So miniscule in the face of the huge decision the three of us are making together.
“No, Rose. You told me last week what to expect. It’s just hard, you know? He’s my husband. He’s supposed to be all mine. I’m not used to sharing.”
It’s more honest than I expected to be, but her vulnerability just draws me in.
She seems so earnest and reluctant to hurt me.
She really is the perfect match for us. The perfect surrogate.
I can’t be angry with Peter just because she’s pretty.
I can’t be mad that he might enjoy having sex with her.
“Do you still want to go through with it?” she asks, biting her lip.
I smooth her hair out of her face and sigh. “Yes.”
“Will you say the words?” She cocks her head to the side and sucks that fat bottom lip into her mouth. “For the baby. You could like… kneel down and rub my stomach and tell me that you want this? I just want to let the baby know it’s welcome.”
I’m stunned by the request. It’s so innocent but so supremely humbling. She wants me to get on my knees for her and talk to her empty stomach? I throw a glance over my shoulder to see if Peter is watching—but he’s out of sight in the dining room.
I swallow hard and bend down, feeling foolish as my knees dig into the hard wood floor. I run my hands over her perfectly flat stomach and the soft, clean cotton of her white dress slides beneath my fingers.
“Rose, I want you to carry my baby.” I murmur the words, feeling like an idiot.
“And what do you want me to do with Mr. Waterman? The baby needs to know that it’s okay.”
My heart pounds and for some inexplicable reason, my panties grow wet and sticky.
I lick my lips and clear my throat. “I want you to have sex with Peter.” I keep rubbing her stomach, but the look on her face is waiting for more.
“I want my husband to fill you with his seed so that our little baby can grow inside you. I can’t wait to meet you.
” I close my eyes and whisper the last part, then press a kiss to her navel.
When I open my eyes again, she’s grinning.
“That was perfect, Bella. Thank you. I’d be delighted to accept your husband’s seed while we make love.” She helps me off the floor and squeezes my hands. “Did you want to just wait in your bedroom then?”
“Oh.” I can’t help but flinch. I hadn’t really thought about where I’d be for the big moment, but it feels strange to be directed around my own home, even if she said it with a smile. “You two can take the guest room, I suppose.”
“Great. Peter!” She projects her voice and he comes stumbling down the hallway like he was just waiting for the summons. My husband is like an overeager puppy when it comes to her. The realization makes my chest tight. “I’m ready now.”
She saunters off to the spare room and I watch her go, feeling like I’ve lost all control of this situation.
“Thanks, honey. You won’t regret it.” Peter smiles sheepishly and kisses me on the cheek. I pull him back and kiss him properly, my tongue exploring every crevice of his mouth. I wasn’t much older than her when we met, and it’s been longer than that since either of us kissed someone else.
I press my body against his, desperate for this last moment of connection, and I feel him, already rock hard. He couldn’t be more excited to go fuck another woman practically half his age while I sit here and… wait.
But it’s for the baby. Our baby. Somehow, I find the courage to let him go. He gives me one last nervous look then he practically skips off to the guest room. I hate how wet and achy I am. It’s pathetic and disgusting.
I sit on the bed with my hands in my lap and stare at the wall between us. I wonder what they’re doing in there. Does he take off her clothes, or will she do it herself? Will they kiss? Why didn’t we set boundaries on this?
Because I didn’t know what to ask for. Because I was too embarrassed to talk to the college girl about what sexual acts she was permitted to do with my husband. If I had my way, I’d be in that room watching everything, committing it all to memory.
I’m so wound up, it feels like my body is vibrating. I can’t just sit here and imagine what might be happening. I have to know.
Like a pathetic worm, I crawl from my bedroom and peek through the gap in the guestroom door. I hold my breath as I watch them, tangled up in each other. I guess some delusional part of me was hoping for a detached mating, probably missionary position in the dark, but who was I fooling?
I don’t even notice the hard floor biting into my knees now—I sit up and lean as close as I dare, watching my husband plow his dick into the neighbor’s daughter.
Her virginal dress is in a heap on the floor, her rosy pink nipples are gorgeous, kissing the tips of her massive breasts.
Peter gropes one, groaning as he latches his lips around it and sucks.
Her head falls back, crimson locks splayed over my decorative pillows as she cums on my husband’s cock.
The humiliation nearly bowls me over. They take so much pleasure in each other’s bodies, it guts me. Her hands tighten on his neck and shoulders, leaving little half-moon welts on his skin. He rolls his hips, again and again, fucking her so hard that the breath leaves her lungs.
I wish I could hear what they’re whispering.
Instead, I thrust a hand down my pants and finger my soaked cunt, sliding my fingers through my juices to find my swollen bundle of nerves.
If we cum together, I can almost pretend that it’s happening to me—that my husband fucks me with so much passion and intensity.
It’s just this once, I remind myself as my fingers start flying over my clit.
They roll on the bed and then Rose is on top, straddling my husband and bouncing on his cock. He grunts, hands clenching her tiny waist to support her as she rides him.
They don’t hear the strangled whimpers that spill past my tight lips.
My breathing grows short and stuttered as I ride the cresting wave of my pleasure.
I’m jealous and sick and angry and so fucking turned on I could scream.
I’ve never been this wet, my arousal dripping down my thighs and flooding my panties.
The neighbor’s tight ass flexes and I can just imagine her pussy walls clenching around my husband’s cock. They have to be close.
“Are you ready?” Peter growls. “I’m going to cum soon.”
“Put a baby in me.” Rose begs him. “Fill me up, Peter. Breed me.”
I lose it, then. Something snaps inside me.
My husband groans like a madman, balls draining into the neighbor’s daughter while she whispers sweet encouragement and rides him like a bull.
I erupt over my fingers, forehead slamming against the doorframe, but it hardly makes a dent in my fog of pleasure.
They’re so lost in each other, they don’t even notice.
My chest cracks open when she falls forward, locking lips with my Peter, their tongues slowly moving in tandem.
I can see his thick, veiny cock stuffed inside her, one little dribble of his seed spilling down his shaft.
I lick my lips and my heart pounds before I come to my senses. I have to get out of here.
The wet sounds of their mouths colliding fills my ears as I slink back to my bedroom. I reek of sex. My clothes are ruined. I toss everything off and clean myself up the best I can before they emerge from the bedroom.
“How’d everything go?” I ask, wringing my hands, trying not to look as desperately guilty as I feel.
I shouldn’t have bothered. Their fingers are locked together and they both have dopey, lovesick smiles on their faces.
“It was successful,” Peter says. I raise up onto my tiptoes and give him a kiss on the lips, reclaiming my territory, however small. It seems to break him from his daze and he drops Rose’s hand to put an arm around my waist.
“I have a really good feeling about this.” She grins and presses a kiss to my cheek.
I resist the urge to wipe it off. I can’t stop thinking about that dribble of cum.
She’s stuffed full of my husband’s seed right now and just standing beside me like nothing’s wrong.
Maybe nothing is. The worst is over now. We might really be having a baby.