Summer Vacation by ImoutoCommissions

Chapter 1

When school lets out for summer vacation, Sandra thinks that this means
that she will get to spend
more time with Eric, but he spends the majority of his time holed up in
their apartment’s guest
room. It’s been a week now since school let out, and every day, he has
locked himself in there, not
letting her in or letting her see what he’s doing, and only taking the
necessary breaks from his
constant...whatever it is that he’s doing in there.
Each and every evening, when he emerges, he spends time assuring her and
showing her just how
much he loves her and their unborn child, but it really isn’t enough for
her anymore, especially
because he always gets up so early in the morning that he starts before
she wakes up, and she is
never able to wake up before him, no matter how she tries. And, no
matter how she tries, she can’t
get him to give up the secret. Needless to say, the first week of summer
vacation is not fun for her,
and she feels neglected and unloved.
But then, one morning, she wakes up and Eric is still in bed with her.
That alone is enough to get
her excited, but when he notices that she’s woken up, he says, “Good
morning. I’ve got a surprise
for you today.”
“What is it?” she asks.
“I said it was a surprise,” he replies, pulling out a blindfold. As he
helps her out of bed, he ties it
on, and helps lead her out of the room. She hopes that it has something
to do with his mysterious
guest room project, and judging by the distance he guides her, she’s
right about that. He guides
her into the room, and just as she steps inside, he pulls off her blindfold.
For a moment, she blinks, trying to take in what she’s looking at, but
it soon becomes evident that
this is their child’s nursery. It’s furnished with very simple furniture
that looks sturdy, all of it
made of wood. There is a crib, a changing table, a toy box, and even a
rocking chair. She looks
over each item again and again, and as she does, Eric says, “I made all
of them myself. That’s
why it took me so long to finish up in here.”
She remembers the handmade jewelry he’s given her, and steps in closer
to take a look at his
handiwork. “It looks like you’re just as skilled at working wood as you
are working metal and
your wife’s flesh,” she says with a teasing grin, and the latter
compliment causes her husband to
blush. She pulls back from the crib she is examining to give him a
quick, sweet kiss, before she
resumes looking at what he has made.
“That rocking chair is awfully big,” she comments, as she notices for
the first time just how large
the seat it and how thick the wood supporting it is.
“Yeah, that’s, uh...well, I made it so that it could support both of our
weights,” he confesses. “I’d
like to be able to hold you while you’re feeding our baby.”
“Is that right?” A sultry smile spreads across his wife’s face as she
turns to him. “But how do you
know it’s really going to work? We wouldn’t want it falling through when
we have the baby here,
so maybe we should test out how sturdy it is right now.” As she speaks,
she steps closer, freeing
his already semi-hard member from his pajama pants. Just a touch from
her is enough to get him
all the way there, and she leads him to the chair, pushing him to sit in it.
She turns around and moons him as she lifts her gown, then sits down on
his lap, engulfing his
member in the process. Once she has sunk down completely on him, he
loops his arms under her
legs, not wanting her to push herself too hard right now. He does all
the work of lifting her while
he thrusts into her, and he keeps her steady all the while. He knows
exactly what she wants and
just how to give it to her, though he is more careful than he once would
have been, mindful of the
child she is carrying.
He works his hips up, and the chair rocks gently beneath them, moving
only back and forth with
their weight, but remaining sturdy and steady, and showing no signs of
give, no matter how much
he puts into fucking his wife. And Sandra moans out in encouragement,
occasionally working her
hips back against his, but he tries to make it so that she does not have
to put in any effort
whatsoever. He will always take care of her every need, as best as he can.
He manages to hold out against his own pleasure until he knows that he’s
brought her to climax
first, waiting until he hears her cry out and feels her tensing and
shuddering around him, before he
gives in, filling her with his seed and thinking about the swell in her
stomach and similar incident
that lead to it.
The two bask in the afterglow for some time, but then he feels Sandra
squirm with discomfort, and
when he asks her what’s wrong, she winces before she can answer. “The
baby just woke up, and
I think she decided to start the day with a game of kick mommy’s
bladder. And you got me up and
in here so fast that I still haven’t had my morning pee, so that’s just
making it even worse…”
“Not to worry,” Eric replies, his tone almost noble, as he prepares to
help her with yet another of
her needs. He’s already in a good position to pick her up, so he just
adjusts her in his arms so that
he can lift her and carry her bridal style all the way to their
bathroom. She squirms and fidgets and
struggles all the way there, and he can tell that she is on the verge of
losing control when he finally
gets her on the toilet.
She lets loose with a great sigh of relief, and he marvels at how much
she was holding back.
When she is done, she smiles up at him and says, “We should take our
morning shower together,
since we’re already in here. And, while we do that, you’re going to have
to feed our baby more of
daddy’s milk.”
Naturally, Eric has zero objections to either of her suggestions,
especially not the latter one.
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Chapter 2

By July 31st, Sandra looks ready to give birth at any moment. Her
stomach has swollen so much
with their unborn child, and her breast have swollen so much with milk
that the purple bikini she
wears to sunbathe looks much skimpier on her than it did when she first
bought it. Still, that
doesn’t stop her from wearing it, and even though she isn’t able to
travel this summer due to her
condition, she still sunbathes daily to make the most of her summer.
Eric comes out in his swim trunks, handing her a glass of fresh lemonade
that he had gone inside
to get for her. Ever the doting husband, he always waits on her hand and
foot, and even more so
now that it seems she is due to give birth soon, now that she is so
hugely pregnant that most things
are difficult for her. She accepts the glass with a smile and downs it
fairly quickly, the heat getting
to her.
“I think it’s time we reapply my sunscreen,” she says, not only because
the heat reminds her, but
also because she has other things in mind. Eric blushes, and she knows
he’s caught on to her
double meaning. And, of course, he can’t hope to refuse her, so he gets
out the sunscreen and
applies it to his hands.
Eric begins massaging the sunscreen into her skin, taking things slowly,
especially as he gets to
her stomach. He pays special attention to her baby bump, and then to her
cleavage as well, and
this contact is getting her more than a little excited. Already, her
mind is wandering far from
sunbathing, and she’s beginning to think of ways to have fun with him,
and ways to take
advantage of the privacy fence surrounding their yard.
She is just thinking about how she is going to tease him so that he has
no choice but to fuck her
right here and now when suddenly, she feels a sharp pain in her stomach.
Sandra clutches her
baby bump and cries out in pain as her bikini bottoms are soaked,
letting them both know that her
water has just broken. It only takes Eric a moment to spring into
action, having mentally prepared
himself for this moment so that he would not hesitate when the time
finally came.
And the two of them had already planned for a natural home birth, with
just the two of them
present. They’ve researched and rehearsed for this, and now that it’s
upon them, Eric feels as
though he’s ready for this. He helps stand her up and move her to the
pool they had installed in
their backyard, and she even sweet talked her father into customizations
so that it could work as a
birthing pool.
Sandra gives a sigh of relief as Eric helps lower her into the pool,
rendering her nearly weightless
in the water. He removes her bikini bottoms before he takes both of her
hands and lets her lean
against his chest, keeping her calm as he talks her through the early
stages of her labor. Her
contractions begin to grow in intensity, and begin to come more
frequently, signaling that it won’t
be long now before the baby comes, and Sandra finds the pain becoming
harder and harder to
bear.
With each contraction, she squeezes Eric’s hand, and her grip becomes
nearly crushing, the worse
her contractions become, and Eric has to fight off more than a few
winces, but still, he manages.
He doesn’t want to do anything to let onto his discomfort, and only
wants her to focus and remain
calm and relaxed for what is to come.
“You’re going to be just fine,” he whispers, trying to comfort and
encourage her as much as he
can. “You’re already doing great, just keep it up and everything is
going to be okay. You’ve got
this.”
From how harshly she grabs his hand he almost expects her to lash out at
him, but instead, she
gives him a weak smile and a nod, and things continue like this for some
time until, finally, she
finishes dilating. At this point, Eric knows that the childbirth really
begins, and that is when things
get really rough for her. She cries out in pain, and even swears from
time to time- though, as
always, her swearing is not actually all the profane. After all, she’s
the type to say, “Oh, fudge,”
and “mothertrucker,” rather than daring to drop the F-bomb in such a manner.
And still, even as she gets this agitated, even as she nearly crushes
the bones of his hands, Eric
remains calm, and tries to keep her calm as well. He plays his steadfast
role through it all, and
finally, Sandra begins to push, screaming as she does so.
Fortunately, it does not go on for much longer, or it at least does not
seem that way to Eric, though
he wonders if it might be a little different for Sandra. Whatever the
case, it is just when he thinks
she is really going to break his hand that he has to be ready to catch
their child, and then it is over,
and as Sandra tries to catch her breath, Eric lifts their newborn out of
the water and the baby takes
their first breaths, letting out their first cries that he’s sure can be
heard throughout the
neighborhood.
She is beautiful; they had not previously had the gender of their child
revealed, and he knows now
for the first time that the two of them have had a daughter. Sandra
seems to have regained her
breath, and Eric hands her over, saying, “She’s just as beautiful as her
mother.”
Taking her newborn daughter into her arms, Sandra begins cooing over
her, and the little girl
calms down fairly quickly as Sandra has Eric remove her bikini top and
she latches onto one of
her mother’s nipples for her first meal.
“Since she’s a girl, that means we’ll call her Mary,” Sandra says, and
Eric nods, coming close so
he can look at their daughter even more, memorizing every feature,
finding everything of his and
everything of Sandra’s that he can. While Mary is feeding, Sandra begins
to yawn, exhausted
from her rather eventful day.
It isn’t long before she says, “I’m so tired now, I’d really like to go
inside to rest.”
That’s all Eric needs to hear before he picks her up to carry her
inside, leaving her discarded bikini
to float in the pool. That’s something he can worry about later. For
now, he has his new family to
spend time with.