MaryLouise

By Mlyn

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Part 8

The office assistant handed her a gown and a sheet. “Open in the front and I’ll be back in five minutes to check your vitals.”

MaryLouise nodded. She began unbuttoning the dress she had on.

Rowdy came over and gently pushed her hands down. “Let me, honey,” he murmured to her.

MaryLouise watched as his deft fingers dispensed with buttons and then pulled her dress up and over her head.

“Did she say open in the front?” he asked, holding up the gown.

“Yes, so they can check…well…stuff.” MaryLouise tripped over her words, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her. She slipped the flimsy thing on, and then stepped up to sit on the end of the table. The sheet was spread over her legs. Idly she started kicking her feet back and forth.

Suddenly Rowdy scooted his chair over and pulled MaryLouise’s feet onto his upper thighs. She gasped in surprise and then smiled as she felt the warmth of his hands as he lightly rubbed her shoeless feet. The heat seeped into her, relaxing her. She wiggled her toes, digging them slightly into the muscles of his hard thighs. He responded by running his palms up the backs of her calves.

The door swung open a moment later. MaryLouise turned knowing she had a guilty look on her face, but her doctor, a middle-aged Oriental woman, merely smiled.

Doctor Chee nodded to Rowdy. “I hope this man you are playing footsie with is Mr.Davis.”

MaryLouise giggled, nodding her head.

Rowdy started to stand, offering his hand.

Doctor Chee shook her head and her straight cut black hair swung in a smooth bell shape. “Sit down, Mr.Davis. Before too much longer you’ll be grateful for every moment you get in that position.” She giggled as she sat down, opening MaryLouise’s record. “I thought I’d pop in before my assistant and let you know that I wanted to do an ultrasound today. We’ll get you drinking some water here in a minute, and then we’ll get started doing all the other fun things we have to get done this visit.”

*****

Rowdy sat opposite his wife watching her eat with the appetite of a lumberjack. Or at least it seemed to him she was shoveling in the food in double time. As for himself, he’d seen places he’d never planned on seeing and he was waiting for his appetite to come back. “What the he—”

MaryLouise smiled at him, winking as she chewed her salad.

Rowdy couldn't believe she could look so innocent and have her shoeless foot in his crotch. Then she moved it again and he had to reach down and grab it. “MaryLouise!”

“I just thought I’d pay you back for your foot rub earlier.”

“Sweetheart, you aren’t rubbing my foot,” Rowdy pointed out with deliberation.

“I know. I thought you’d appreciate this more,” she told him.

Rowdy immediately noted the gleam in her eyes. Well, he was glad that she was happy. When he had decided to go to this appointment with MaryLouise, he had not really given it much thought. He had been very busy with work, and MaryLouise had not said anything to pressure him, or make him feel guilty. In fact, he usually only learned about doctor appointments afterwards.

Then a friend of his from work, one of the younger men on staff, had spoken about his new baby. Rowdy had found himself seeking the guy out and asking him questions. Learning how much closer attending appointments, and then birthing classes, had made him feel to not only his wife, but also his baby, convinced Rowdy to give it a try.

In the last few months, he had become aware that he wanted this to work, his marriage, not the business. Hell, the business had never been better. The money infusion had come at a perfect time, and things were doing great. He had gotten to know his father-in-law quite well over the recent months, and he had seen how much the man loved his only child. Rowdy had realized how much doing this to her must have hurt. Still, he had helped to keep the business afloat, and keep more than five thousand people still employed, and that was just at the local level.

Rowdy wanted to be involved in his baby’s life, and in his wife’s. Of course, it still blew him away at times to realize that he really was married. The sex was amazing, in spite of her burgeoning belly. What he found himself wanting was time…alone…with MaryLouise. He had started delegating more and more. When the baby was born, he was taking a week off work as well. He’d be available for emergencies, but otherwise, no one could call about business.

“Well, well, well,” a voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. “Rowdy Davis! I thought you must have died or fallen off the Earth.”

Rowdy looked up and nearly jumped out of his seat. Standing beside his table was a tall, model-thin blonde. “Hello, Synara. I didn’t think you’d returned,” he mumbled as he felt MaryLouise’s foot withdraw.

“Yes, darling, I’ve been back for a few weeks. I meant to call you, but I’ve been bogged down with shows.” She tossed her head and her long blonde hair swung around to fall down her back.

A man walked up and took the blonde’s forearm. “Synara, our table is ready.”

“Call me, Rowdy. I’ll be home early,” Synara told him, winking at him boldly.

Rowdy felt his stomach sink as he felt MaryLouise’s eyes turn back to him for the first time since the woman had approached.

MaryLouise pushed her plate away. After looking at the tall, perfect woman, she had lost her appetite. The more the woman spoke, the more the butterflies took flight in her stomach.

“Who was that?” she asked softly a moment later. “You forgot to introduce me.”

From the look on Rowdy’s face she knew that it had completely bypassed him to do that. In MaryLouise’s mind, that meant he either was so enraptured of the other woman that he forgot her existence. Or it could mean that he’d been too embarrassed to introduce her as his wife to a former girlfriend. Nervously she awaited his reply. When she saw the flush moving up his neck, she guessed that it was a combination of both.

“That was just an old acquaintance, MaryLouise. I haven’t seen her for almost a year. She was in Europe.” He added at the end, grinning.

“Too bad you didn’t know sooner.”

“I would not have called her MaryLouise!” Rowdy protested.

“Who is she? A former girlfriend?” MaryLouise hesitated before asking the ultimate question. She didn’t really want to, but she had to know.

“We…uh, we dated now and then.” Rowdy took a sip of his water.

MaryLouise knew there was more to this than a few dates but she dropped the subject. For the first time she was facing Rowdy’s past, something that she’d never really had her self, but always known that he had. Rowdy was a very attractive man, and he had money. Those were the two ingredients most women liked in a man. She had the proof that he possessed the most important of all the components…he could make a woman feel the most incredible things!

“It’s getting late, honey. We should probably take off.”

MaryLouise looked up and saw that Rowdy was paying the tab. “Okay, but I have to make a quick pit stop.”

“All right, sweetheart. I’ll meet you at the front door.”

MaryLouise stepped from the bathroom stall and stopped dead. The tall blonde who’d stopped at the table was leaning against the sink counter, facing her. It was obvious that she had been waiting for her by the impatient stance and tapping of her foot. Taking a deep breath, MaryLouise walked to the sink, washing her hands.

“It turns out my date knew what Rowdy failed to tell me.”

MaryLouise felt the woman’s gaze move over her as if it were a tangible thing. “Rowdy said he used to date you once in a while,” forcing herself to focus on the water.

“Date once in a while! That’s rich. We were almost living together and fucking several times a day. Then all of a sudden, poof! He disappears and won’t answer my phone calls. I finally took a modeling job out of town, just to escape the sad memories.”

MaryLouise felt sick to her stomach. Her tale resembled her own just enough to sound true. There had been the seven weeks between their last date and their…wedding. Quickly she turned away and grabbed some paper towels. The other woman wasn’t done yet and kept on talking.

“So, did he knock you up and get roped into marrying you? From the size of you, I’d say the timing about fits.”

MaryLouise grabbed the counter as an awful thought hit her. What if Rowdy had spent the seven weeks away from her with this woman? What if he’d left her and then driven back to be with this…Synara! “I have to go,” she muttered, starting for the door.

Synara grabbed her arm, her long fingernails digging into the soft skin of MaryLouise’s upper arm. “I’m not through with Rowdy Davis yet, damn it! You aren’t even worthy competition. This is going to be a walk in the park!” She turned away and walked out.

MaryLouise used the damp paper towels to dab at her face. The only thing she wanted to do right now was go home and cry. But she couldn't. There was the birthing class. She looked at her reflection, her eyes focused on her rounded belly. Her baby was her number one focus now. Stiffening her spine, she turned and walked out to meet Rowdy.

*****

“A couple just started their Lamaze class and they were given an activity requiring the husband to wear a bag of sand - to give him an idea of what it feels like to be pregnant. The husband stood up and shrugged saying, ‘This doesn't feel so bad.’

The instructor then dropped a pen and asked the husband to pick it up.

‘You want me to pick up the pen as if I were pregnant, the way my wife would do it?’ the husband asked.

‘Exactly,’ replied the instructor.

To the delight of the other husbands, he turned to his wife and said, ‘Honey, pick up that pen for me.’"

Rowdy leaned back onto the sofa as he enjoyed the laughs his father and father-in-law were giving him in appreciation of his joke. He had just learned it at their first Birthing Class. Upon their return home, he and MaryLouise found both sets of parents seated in the living room of the Davis’ home.

Frank was still laughing as he got up to get three beers for the men. “I don’t remember any laughter in the classes we attended for you, son.”

Bob was chuckling as well. “I don’t either. I remember one really awful movie we had to sit through.”

“Hush, Bob,” Jeanine admonished her husband quickly. “They are much nicer these days. When we did it, we were both wanna-by health nuts.”

“Aah, yes, those were the days.” Bob added as he accepted a cold bottle of beer from Frank.

Helen laughed, shaking her head. “I wasn’t in favor of the natural way myself, but Frank, having just returned from Vietnam, didn’t want me to use any drugs unless absolutely necessary. I was young and in love,” she blew a kiss to her husband. “Now I’m smarter and like BillCosby’s wife I would stand up in those stirrups, pull his lower lip up over his head and yell ‘give me drugs, now!’”

Rowdy leaned forward on the sofa. “Well, they told one more. I thought of Dad when I heard it. The room was full of pregnant women and their partners, and the Lamaze class was in full swing. The instructor was teaching the women how to breathe properly, along with informing the men how to give the necessary assurances at this stage of the plan.

The teacher then announced, ‘Ladies, exercise is good for you. Walking is especially beneficial. And, gentlemen, it wouldn't hurt you to take the time to go walking with your partner!’

The room got quiet.

Finally, a man in the middle of the group raised his hand.

‘Yes?’ replied the teacher.

‘Is it alright if she carries a golf bag while we walk?’”

Bob took out his PDA and started making notes in it. Jeanine leaned and asked. “What are you doing?”

“I’m writing that one down to tell at work tomorrow.”

Helen waved her hand. “Don’t forget to tell them about the hat,” she gestured towards her son’s head, where he proudly wore his brand new, cap, which boasted in capitol letters “Official Coach.”

“So what all did you do?” Jeanine asked a few seconds later.

Rowdy leaned forward, resting his arms on his thighs, holding the beer in both hands. “I guess this was like getting everybody on the same step before she gets down to business. Oh,” Rowdy glanced at MaryLouise, who he noticed was sitting quietly and not saying much at all. “Karen, MaryLouise’s friend is in the class.”

Jeanine leaned over to touch her daughter’s knee. “How nice dear? It will be nice having another couple that you know in the class.”

Rowdy watched MaryLouise nod, but she didn’t look all that happy he noted. “Yeah, she was there with her mother because Donny is on the evening shift.”

BobWalters nodded quickly. “That’s right.”

“Well, I’m going to send a memo out tomorrow, in support of fathers who want to arrange their schedule to attend birthing classes. Karen said Donny had gotten people to cover for him, but the line foreman wouldn't budge. I don’t want to come down to hard on the guy, but I think this is something that is important. Times change and I think it’s important for us to support the family and keep our workers happy.”

“You’re right, son, about times changing. I can’t say that it is something I ever would have done, but I also know the changes you’ve been making have been really well received by the workers. And Aunt Lily is happy.” Frank ended with a laugh.

Rowdy froze. He couldn't believe his father had just said that. Shifting on the sofa, he started to reach out to MaryLouise when she jumped up off the sofa.

*****

MaryLouise couldn't stand it one more minute. She popped…or at least moved as quickly as she could for being twenty-six weeks along. Stepping over Rowdy’s legs, she walked a few feet away. “Rowdy saw someone he knew tonight as well,” she spoke loudly, ignoring the shaking of her limbs. Maybe it was silly, but she thought if she brought the subject up now, she would learn more of the truth than if she let Rowdy sweet talk in private again.

Helen smiled, looking at her son. “Who is that, dear? Someone from your class in high school having a baby?”

MaryLouise rudely spoke before Rowdy could. “His former fiancée, Synara.”

After that it was hard to tell who said what. Her parents were almost shouting and asking what fiancée, and they understood he was not involved with anyone.

Helen said something about “no fiancée” and she thought Frank said “old girlfriend and woodwork.”

It was the look on Rowdy’s face thought she cared about though. He looked guilty. Before he could reply though, she rushed on. “She stopped me in the bathroom and told me the truth. You went back to her while you waited to find out if I was pregnant! You know, I thought it was bad enough, being deceived by my parents and only learning the truth just hours after my wedding. But I can’t believe you lied to her as well.”

“I didn’t lie to her.” Rowdy yelled back at her, but it was partly drowned by both sets of parents reacting to the knowledge that MaryLouise knew (from her parents) and that she had not been told, from his parents.

For a moment, no one spoke. Then Rowdy rushed ahead. “I don’t know what kind of cock and bull story she told you—”

“She said you were living together and you were…” her voice broke as she realized she couldn't say those words in front of her parents, or his. Then MaryLouise noticed tears were pouring down her cheeks. For a moment, she was glad she didn’t have any eye makeup on tonight.

“MaryLouise, let’s go upstairs and we can discuss this, in private,” Rowdy told her softly, crossing to take her forearm in his hand. His grip only tightened when she tried to pull back.

She looked at her parents and in-laws, but suddenly it appeared as if a line had been drawn. Proof came a moment later when her father spoke to her mother, “Come along, Jeanine, it’s time we headed home.”

In less than two minutes, she found herself alone with Rowdy in the living room. MaryLouise couldn't believe things had changed so quickly. Disgusted she pulled her arm free of Rowdy’s much looser grip now. Walking away from him, she started towards the stairs. Behind her she could hear Rowdy talking under his breath as he set the alarm for the house and began turning out lights. Instead of staying to eavesdrop, she hurried up the steps to their room.

In the bedroom, she quickly stripped her clothes off and went into the bathroom. Her overwhelming need was to pee, which she tried to rush through. A few seconds later, she regretted not putting a robe on as she became aware that Rowdy was now standing in the open doorway, watching her. Suddenly she was mortified at how ridiculous she was sure she looked. Unable to disappear, she covered her face with her hands.

“I’m not going away,” she heard Rowdy saw a few moments later.

Spreading her fingers, she peaked through the opening and saw that he had moved further into the bathroom and had stripped his clothes off. He turned on the faucet and began smoothing shaving cream onto his face. Lifting his triple blade razor, he slowly shaved away the day’s whiskers. He usually did the razor in the morning, so he stayed nice looking through the long work hours. In the evening, when he wanted to go out, or make sure he didn’t cause any whisker burn, he used the electric one. It took her a moment or two, but it dawned on her that he was assuming he needed the extra close shave because—

“No way!” MaryLouise said quickly. She wiped and flushed, shaking her head the whole time. “You must be crazy if you think…God! What nerve!” She opened the shower door and climbed in. “Jeez!” She turned the water on, adjusting the temperature to the lukewarm flow she preferred. Rowdy liked a good, hot shower.

Ducking her head under the water, she took some shampoo and quickly washed out the gel. Rinsing, she shook her head as her thoughts still raged. “How dare he think that I would…ooh?” She soaped her hands and washed her body quickly and briskly, not lingering anywhere.

Big warm hands covered her breasts from behind a few seconds later. She felt a hard cock pressing demanding against her butt. Her hands instantly went to his fingers, trying to peel them back. But Rowdy was persistent, and began massaging her large, sensitive breasts.

“No, Rowdy!” she whimpered as her hands fell away

Rowdy’s mouth nipped and bit and sucked at the nape of her neck, working his way up to her lobe. “You have the sexiest ear lobes. You have the most wonderful boobies though. Long, hard nipples that ask me to pull and tug on them all the time. As they get even longer, each taut nub whispers ‘flick me with the tips of your fingers,’ and sometimes I’ve heard ‘tweak and pinch us.’” He matched his words to the actions. As he rubbed the tips, moving them about like rubbery, soft pencil erasers, he went on. “Pretty nipples, who love to be played with and they hate choosing between my clever fingers and the hot suck of my mouth and tongue.”

MaryLouise couldn't help it. She cried out as her knees folded and she fell back against him.

Rowdy held her upright with one arm beneath her breasts and the free hand snaking around to cup her pussy. His fingers disappeared between her pussy lips and found her clit. She could feel the wetness that had been seeping out of her all over his fingertips.

Rowdy thrust his hips forward, slipping his hard shaft between her soft thighs. Stimulating her with his fingers, he pushed forward and back against her bottom. “What a clever little wife I have! You haven’t rinsed yet and now I can wash myself as well.”

MaryLouise knew precisely what he meant as he deliberately thrust his hard cock along her labial lips a few more times. A few moments later one of his hands grabbed the hand spray and she felt him step back and then sit on the shower bench. Without his urging she stepped backwards, straddling his thighs. It was easy for him to rinse her off, as well as himself. When she lowered herself, his cock was at the ready. Still she put one hand down and guided him into her body. Maybe it was psychological, but she wanted him inside her. In spite of her acting out earlier, which she acknowledged had been out of jealousy and childish, she wanted to make love with him. When he was buried inside her is the time she knew nothing else mattered except the two of them, and what they were experiencing. It was real, solid and undeniable.

“Yes…oh God Rowdy!” she cried out as he filled her empty, hot cunt. Softly she whispered the words she once thought only “bad girls” said. “Fuck me, Rowdy! Oh…fuck me hard.”

Rowdy bit the side of her neck, rather like a wild stallion did during their wild mating. His hands held her breasts tightly in each hand, holding on more than pleasuring her. “Yes, honey…God! Wiggle your sweet little ass for me…yeah!”

He deserted one breast for her clit. With deep deliberation and seriousness, he worked the tiny, usually hidden bud deliberately until she climaxed hard and fast against him. As he felt the wild, uncontrolled contractions of her tight, hot channel around him, he lost all control. Thrust quickly and holding her tight, he filled her once more with his life force.

God! It was so sweet he felt tears start to his eyes. Just when he thought they had experienced everything, something new happened and he realized he had barely begun to know MaryLouise’s intoxicating self…her mind, body and spirit! It was one wild, entrancing package.

As he felt the last tiny spasms occurring inside her, he moved both of his hands to her belly. Slowly he rubbed his palms around the basketball-shaped stomach. If he’d ever that of it all, finding a sexy woman pregnant would have seemed impossible in the past, yet here he was sated as never before and savoring the aftershocks inside her body rather than focusing solely on how his own body was feeling after mind-blowing sex. He rubbed small circles on each side while he nibbled her wet hairline. Finally he spoke. “How long do you think we can stay like this before we turn into prunes?”

Rowdy felt her giggle in ways he’d never imagined possible. Then he felt her deliberately tightening and releasing some of those special muscles that she’d told him about—the ones they’d mentioned in the class tonight. Yes indeed! MaryLouise was very good at her Kegals!

In response, he moved his hands back up to her breasts, squeezing them lightly. He proceeded to pull, twist and flick her nipples.

“We better get out now,” MaryLouise said a few moments later, breathlessly, he noted.

He didn’t let go though. “I was just contemplating turning you around and sucking on these magnificent baby feeders. I’m afraid more intensive work is needed to have them ready in time.” He stopped after a few seconds though. “MaryLouise, I don’t know what Synara told you, but I never asked her to marry me, nor did I ever consider it.”

She tried to squirm away, but he held her fast.

“Just listen for a minute. We only dated about four times,” he added quickly.

“She said you were almost living together.”

“She lied. I’ve never lived with a woman except for you…and my mother in an entirely decent way of course,” he told her quite seriously. Rowdy wasn’t sure how he could convince her if she didn’t believe him. A few moments later he felt her hands lift and cover his.

“I saw her and she looked so beautiful…I look like the cow who is overdue with quintuplets. I was jealous. I am sorry,” she sniffled loudly.

 “You have no reason to be jealous, MaryLouise. Come one, sweetheart, let’s get out of here before these wrinkles become permanent.”

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