Wrestling - Losing To Win Part Three

As we departed the airport from the last story… 

We had a nice long intimate hug as Sally, and I split to go our separate ways. She was headed to the luggage claim, and I was headed for the connecting flight. As we broke the very tender embrace, I could not resist the impulse and pinched her nipple. “Just for old times,” I said. She instantly retaliated with a knuckle driven into the side of my upper ribcage. “I love you, Jack,” she said as I pushed her away. “I love you too Sally.” I watched that beautiful ass twitch as she walked away. She knew full well I was watching and accentuated her hip motions. She knew that she had pushed her breasts against me and the reaction I had. I assume the feeling was mutual.

I did hook up with Pamala and within a month she moved in with me. We fucked like rabbits whenever and wherever we could. Six months later she was planning our wedding. It was a low-budget affair and had a limited guest list and the reception was to be at the V.F.W. Sally called to acknowledge the invitation but said that there was an urgent family issue that could not wait until the wedding that was three months away.

Sally had moved our parents into an assisted living environment without telling me. Apparently, Dad had fallen off a ladder and had broken his hip, Mom was doing poorly and could not look after the house and dad while he recovered. I was in no position financially to assist in their care, and she said that when we split the money from the sale of the house and land, I could pay her back at that time.

Pamala and I were married in Waco, with Sally in attendance. I pinched her beautiful ass hard in church causing a sharp inhalation. In retaliation she grabbed my cock under the table at the reception. “I assume you want to use this thing later?” The threat was real as she pinched the head hard. I sucked in a huge amount of air.

Our Honeymoon was a week long trip to Disney World. We drove to Atlanta to see my folks at the nice facility. They didn’t hesitate to tell us that they hated it. I also showed Pamala the house I grew up in. It was sort of rundown and dilapidated looking. It gave me the creeps and I sped away.

Not quite a year later and Sally calls, “I’m pregnant. It has been confirmed. Finally. Oh brother, I thought it would never happen, but listen we need to put the house on the market as we are in a bit of a bind here now that Nick’s company has downsized, and we must do the baby thing.” I had no problems with that and saw it as a little potential income. Pamala and I wanted to start a family and we had not been using contraception either.

Six months later all hell breaks loose. Pam is pregnant and having a severe problem with morning sickness as I try to comfort her. Black tea and dry toast for her. I am late for work again, and the phone is ringing. Sally said, “Great news, we have an offer, I think we should accept it.” “Fine,” I said just as Pamala runs for the bathroom. I called in sick again.

All the back and forth of a long-distance real estate transaction with my parents still living was a month-long nightmare. “Well brother, this is it. All we must do is sign the final papers two weeks from today at the closing. I am so glad that I can still fly because the airlines have restrictions on pregnant women.” “Why?” “So they don’t go into labor in the air silly. I am in my eighth month now and as big as a house. Hey to save money, do you want to book a twin room again?” I laughed out loud. “Only if you promise to be a good girl.” Ok we will book departing Sunday, I will rent a car. So I will set up the signing for Monday, we will fly back that evening.

All went according to plan until she wanted to have one last look at the home place. She was shocked at how deplorable the place looked but still wanted to get out. The basketball backboard hung askew; the rim stolen. I felt her hand slip into mine and squeeze it tight. I followed her gaze to the tree that sported two or three mangled boards of the tree house. Tears formed in her eyes.

“You want to go in, I have the lockbox code,” she asked softly. “You know they will bulldoze it probably by the weekend.” “Yea, let's.” Dark and devoid of any sign of human life sans several discarded and broken items piled up in the corner. We were drawn to the spot, our spot, as if by a magnet. I tried my best to hug her but there were big boobs and an even bigger belly in the way. We both laughed at the silliness.

That night at the low-budget no-tell hotel she picked, we talked about what else? SEX, pregnancy, and more sex. We put on our nightclothes, and I sat against the headboard and patted the bed. Sally clumsily fell into bed and leaned against me. The scent of her perfume was still evident. My hands slid around to the sides of her belly. “Is Pamala taking care of you Jack?” I explained all the problems we had now that she was pregnant. “We can’t find a good position sis. I hit her cervix, and it hurts. Pamala is tired all the time. She used to love it deeply and now her pussy and breasts are off limits. Generally, I am back to jerking off so she can get some rest at night. We start childbirth and breastfeeding classes next week. I must attend so I can be there in the delivery room when Joy is born. I hope it gets better soon. How about you?”

“Well, Nick is squeamish about blood, and he will not be near the delivery room. He and I are still very active, he loves the new boobs. I can have sex and orgasms as long as I comfortable according to my GYN. To tell you the truth, I have never been as easily aroused as I am during this pregnancy. It’s all a hormone thing. Reach over and turn off the light.”

I did and replaced my hand on her belly. I felt a kick and a flutter.  She reached down and covered my hands with hers. She slid them up her satin-covered belly so incredibly slowly it was as if time had been suspended. She turned the palms upward in time to place them under her breasts cupping both, my fingertips just under her now fat nipples. “Don’t move,” she ordered. Her legs slid up and over mine. Her masturbation was slow and deliberate with both hands. I felt her stiffen as she approached her orgasm. “Pinch the nipples gently, very gently.” I felt her body convulse, sandwiching me against the headboard.

After a few minutes, she announced, “Wow, it was a real gusher. You are sleeping in the wet spot tonight.”

“I haven’t made my wet spot yet,” I protested. “You’re right. What do you want to do? You know what’s off limits.” “Let me nurse from you with the lights on.” “Well, I suppose that will be ok. But they are tender.” She got up and I turned on the light, she lifted the huge satin affair of her body. She slowly circled to the dry side of the bed, laid down and closed her eyes. I placed my head lightly on her belly and spent many minutes taking in the beauty of her now enlarged breasts. The areola and nipples had changed from deep red to brown. The network of veins was very visible just under the surface. Sally reached behind my head and guided me to her nipple. I took it in and sucked it gently. I wished that feeling would never ever end. Her hand cradled my head and I reached into my pajamas and pulled out my cock. Her other hand the one that was caressing my cheek moved over to touch me gently. That was all it took to blast the headboard time and time again. I nursed again in the morning as she took care of herself. She said we had to stop, or it would bring in her milk prematurely and it could also cause uterine contractions leading to the onset of labor.

We were exhausted at the closing and could not wait to get home. On the flight back to Dallas, I asked her, “I wonder if our children will be as close as we are?” “One can only hope.” As a parting shot I stood behind her and said it was a draw again.