Coed Turned Housewife Ch. 08

"I just...I just want you to know that it doesn't matter. I want to have these children with you." She reached down and cupped her growing belly. "I want to experience motherhood and a full life with you. I am deeply" - she paused, holding his eyes with hers - "in love with you. And I want you to know all of this so that we can move forward and be happy."

Mark's eyes were narrowed and he blinked a few times, chewing his lip. He seemed sheepish. He opened his mouth as if to speak, closed it and sucked in his breath. He started again.

"Chelsea, it's so easy to underestimate you. I owe you such an apology. The thing is, I never thought things would go this far, or get this serious. Your life was in my hands, and all I could think of was my own career." He looked down. "I've felt incredibly guilty these past months."

He met her eyes and continued. "I think I fell in love with you almost the minute you entered the lab. It wasn't just your beauty, and your great personality. You were...responsive to me. To my power. Your body had the most profound reaction to my laboratory work of any of the test subjects we had reviewed up to that point. It was intoxicating. We had only looked at breast development. But you inspired me. I knew the possibility existed that we were impacting fertility as well, and I knew I wanted to test it. But how?"

Chelsea was waiting patiently, drinking in his every word. He had never confided in her about this period in their relationship. His candor was like a wave of cool fresh water, restoring her trust and faith in him.

"I knew you were innocent, virginal. It was real easy to tell," briefly a snide tone. "But how to break through your reserve? I waited with bated breath every time you came to the lab, obsessed with seeing how much bigger you were getting. It was so beautiful to behold your body changing, and to know that I was the reason you were becoming not only a woman, but a dream woman. A dream girl. My dream girl."

He stopped, smiling at her wistfully. She looked down, blushing a little. His sweetness was irresistible to her.

He scratched his head, looking away. "I guess I just became drunk with power. I just was fixated on you. A colleague had given me access to some schedule 1 drugs. I was trying to distract myself from you, from the overwhelming power you had over my heart. Some of the grad students and I practiced drugging the early expansion test subjects, just fondling them and taking measurements. It was silly stuff, and I felt so guilty afterward. Chelsea, I..."

He broke off. He licked his lips nervously, looking intently at his hands. "Chelsea, I had been in love before. It didn't...It didn't end well. We were too young. There was infidelity. She had someone else's child. It was so painful. I could hardly continue with my studies, I was so consumed by anger, shame and grief. I became a different person." His gaze rested on his feet. Suddenly, with renewed fervor, he looked back up at her, into her eyes.

"Chelsea, I couldn't risk that happening again. I wanted to make sure you were pregnant before I could even risk falling more in love with you. I couldn't take a chance on you. I couldn't take a chance with my heart again."

His words had been painful to hear. Her heart burned with compassion for him. During his final statement, he rose from his chair and knelt down in front of her and was kissing her soft young hands, where his engagement ring sparkled in the light. He led her into their bedroom, their marital bed, where she now knew she had first conceived.

"Please forgive me, my love." He put his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck, unbuttoning her blouse, repeating under his breath, "please, please." His arms were under hers, his hands around her breasts as he kissed her earlobes, inhaling the sweet smell of her perfume, running his hands around the mound of the still-small belly. She was silent, enjoying her command over him, but she knew in her heart the truth: she forgave him utterly. He knew it too. His tone became more playful.

"Baby, I want you to let me fuck you," He growled in her ear. Her eyes were closed, her breathing heavy as he pulled her nipples and she recognized the Mark she truly loved, the Mark she had fallen in love with. They hurriedly helped each other disrobe, each reaching for the other with frantic appetite. Chelsea held his engorged cock close to her face, breathing in its warmth and delicious smell and taste. He brought it up forcefully to her mouth, squeezing the shaft a little so a pearl of pre-cum emerged, and he wiped it on her lips. She gazed into his eyes as she licked her lips and opened her mouth to suck greedily on the big boner.

"Let me see you deep-throat me" he commanded. "I want to see the mother of my children take cock all the way down her throat." Chelsea tried to obey, on her knees, her visibly pregnant body shamelessly worshipping his big dick.

She sucked and sucked on his swollen knob until her mouth was chapped and dry, her chin dripping with spit, tears were glistening in her eyes, and her own pussy was soaked and dripping. The blowjob was so dutiful and urgent, he had wanted to come, but not just yet. He brought her up on the bed and positioned her over his cock, with her big tits and belly facing away from him.

Lying stretched out beneath her, he could see her perfect asshole, and grab onto her meaty hips.

"Face away from me, baby, so I can pretend you're still a sweet little virgin like when I met you," he ordered. "I don't want to see that big sexy belly. I just want to see that sweet little virgin asshole and think about how tight you used to be." She turned around with a hurt look on her face, and he slapped her - playfully, but a slap nonetheless, and she got back into position.

She was fully impaled on his cock, and the pressure hurt her as her uterus had descended slightly to accommodate the growing fetuses. He was rutting against her with oblivion, and the big forceful knob of his dick bruised against her cervix. She was moaning, as much in pain as in pleasure.

"You'll be a good wife and mother, won't you?" He asked asked coaxingly. "Mmm," she moaned, nodding. He gave her another slap, this time on her large sensitive breast.

"That's not how you answer your future husband. You say, "yes sir."" She was nodding, her body swimming in painful ecstasy as his deep thrusts unleashed her pent-up sexual tension. She wanted to come hard on this massive log stretching her open, but it also hurt - his words distracted her.

"You're my perfect little wife and you'll do as I say," he growled into her ear, his cock thrusting hard in her. She felt so full, so used, so completely controlled by him and subordinated to him.

"Yes," she cried as the first wave hit her. "Yes, yes, oh yes," and her young body - 18 years old, pregnant with triplets - came powerfully, milking his long, swollen dick as if she could become even more pregnant for him.

That thought, that thought alone, and the intense sucking sensations of her tight channel cued his own powerful orgasm, his hot semen flooding her pregnant pussy, mixing with her own juices, and leaking out of their joined bodies.

They fell asleep that way, united in lovemaking, parents-to-be, a young couple in love.