Page 44 of Midlife Woes (Ex)

“What? Why? It’s really good insurance.”

“Because your ex’s insurance isn’t paying for my kid. And while we’re at it, he’s not having another man’s name, so you decide now: where do you want to get married in the next five months?”

I tried to turn around to look at him, but he wouldn’t let me move out of his arms.

“No, you stay where you are. You think you’re gonna look at me with those big doe eyes of yours and get me to change my mind? That’s not happening, not this time. Now stay still and listen.”

“First thing first, we’re getting married before the kid gets here. You’ve already had the big wedding, I didn’t so we’re going that route. You’re pregnant, so it would be too much stress for you to handle something that big in such little time, so we’ll hire a coordinator.”

“Do I even get a say?”

“No. You’ll also have to decide what you want to do with your house. I can hire a service to pack up the things you want, like clothes and shit like that, but my house is fully furnished, so leave all that shit at the house.”

“My house?”

“Yes, my place is bigger and in a better-suited area to raise kids. Plus, I’m not living in his house. We have to find you a doctor closer to my place.”

“What’s wrong with my doctor? It’s only like an hour away."

"Yes, and it’s a he.”

“Aren’t most doctors?”

“I wouldn’t know, but how would you feel if I let some other woman fondle my balls a few times a year?”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“Not even a little bit.”

* * *

I knewit was too good to be true, that it was too perfect, that he was too perfect. The first sign that he had gone full-blown nutjob was the pillows in the back of the car when he took me home the next day. Not just the part that he had them delivered by his driver, but the fact he dropped the backseat into a bed so I could lie down with those pillows stuffed in around me, both in front and back.

When we got back to his house, which I had no say in whether I wanted to go there or not, I was first carted around like a sack of potatoes because apparently I no longer had the brain cells needed to remind me how to put one foot in front of the other.

Once inside, I learned that he had switched his master suite from upstairs to the one downstairs. Apparently, it’s too risky for me to go up and down the marble stairs when he’s not there.

“Why are you treating me like an old woman?”

“I’m not. I’m treating you like my fiancée who is carrying my baby and will be a few hours away from me when I’m at work.” Oh, good Lord, how many pillows are on that bed?

“Women do this every day, you know. In fact, I’ve done it four times already.”

His answer to that was to hold my face and kiss me into silence before placing me on the bed between a mountain of pillows.

I got over my annoyance when he pushed the skirt of my dress up to my navel and rubbed his nose on my tummy in circles. He’s so cute. I knew what he was up to when he kissed my cooch through my underwear before peeling them down my thighs.

That sweet feeling grew between my thighs and deep in my belly as he licked me from slit to clit. Pregnancy always makes me extra horny, but this felt different. There was a kind of excitement that I never felt before and I realized that I was looking forward to doing this with him.

Last night and this morning, I had my moments of doubt and worry, not only because of my age but also because our relationship was so new. I thought only teenagers got caught out there like this, but here I was, a woman who thought she was beginning the last stage of her reproductive life, and I’m carrying his child.

Now I was in the throes of passion as he forced his tongue past the lips of my cooch and into me, and the feelings intensified. I moved beneath his tongue, trying to get closer while simultaneously trying to escape the pleasurable torture of his lovemaking.

I felt him fighting with his zipper, felt the bed move as he pushed his pants down and off, and something inside me quickened. I could already feel the sensation of having his big cock slide into me.

He made sure I came with his tongue before sliding up my body and easing into me. We both sighed into each other’s mouths as he buried himself to the hilt in me. “I was dying to do this all night.” He said this as he buried his face in my neck.

His movements were deep and slow, not the frenzied thrusting I’m accustomed to. The thrusts that say louder than words that he can’t get enough of me. But these slow, deep, thorough strokes said something else. They were almost reverent, as if I was the most precious thing, and I felt tears gather in my eyes.

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