Six years later
A grunt and groan later, Eric flopped off to my side. I stared up at the ceiling, sweaty and spent. But I knew I had to move.
And move soon.
The pounding on the door was on cue.
"Mommy! Al is not being a beast!"
When was he anything but?
"Mommy! Jules is an ass!"
I couldn't disagree with that either.
"Mommy! Do something!"
I just did. A very very nice thing too. Not that the kids needed to know that.
I shifted to my side and demanded," Give me a shove."
Grunting again, Eric turned to do just that. I got to my feet with difficulty.
" I told you this was not the time to do this." I grimaced at my naked self, baby bulge and all, and wondered how I could get to the door and sort out the mess outside. And mess there would be, as experience soon thaught me.
The little devils Eric sired all chose to take after him in temperament. I could only hope the third would be the charm.
" Here let me help," murmured Eric, before getting to his feet. I watched with some suspicion as he strut his nude length about boldly before dissappearing into the bathroom. It was his help that landed me in his bed for a mid day quicky in the first place.
It was also his help that landed me first with junior one, then two and now three on the way. I was certain I should by now start refusing his help .
Especially since he recently transfered an entire division into my leadership. As if I didn't already have enough on my plate.
Worse yet, he blamed number three on me. I was not the one who refused to wear a condom. I reached out loving to pat my tummy fondly. I had no doubt Eric would lavish his love on number three as much as he has with one and two.
I stretched a little and did my best to tune out the ruckus outside my door. The kids wouldn't relent until I got out there and laid down the law.
Nothing new there.
I had to lay down the law in here too.
No more hanky panky in the afternoon.
Normally, that wasn't a problem. Eric remained at the office till evening. And until recently too, so did I. But I was eight months pregnant now and Eric insisted that home rest was best. Although where was the rest at home, I have yet to see.
I knew the only reason he gave me part of his business to manage was to keep me with him. That habit of manipulating me towards his ends hadn't changed. Eric was just inherently jealous where I was concerned.
Al and Jules took up a lot of my time. It was only natural, he sought to create the means that would channel that time to him.
The really unnecessary meetings twice a day, and an hour long was just such an attempt. Especially when these meetings were private and mostly involved me getting out of my pants and he his.
Illicit love making, or fucking as Eric preferred to call it, in the office was an adventure in itself.
Now he was making what might turn out to be routine noontime booty calls.
"Here," said Eric, suddenly emerging from a bathroom with a sodden towel. Lifting it he started to mop up my sweat. Lingering overlong on my swollen tits and the moist juncture between my thighs.
It didn't take long for him to work us both up into another bout of strenuous fucking. Just when I thought I didn't have the energy for it anymore.
This time when we both reached the ultimate high of fulfillment, I steadfastly refused his offer for help and instead, made for the shower.
"Do you need some help doing your back?"
