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Your face is smashed into the pillow, leaving behind a smudge of black mascara, tears, and lipstick stained drool. Trying to keep your ass nice and high as he pounds into you from behind. Your fingers reaching between your legs, circling your swollen bud. A harsh smack to your right glute causes you to let out a high pitched cry. His words of adulation juxtaposed the actions taking place. Spurring each other on. Suddenly, your free hand holding onto his behind your back tightens as a warning and your hand working your clit becomes drenched with your third orgasm of the night, coating your sheets below. It was like a ritual to have you squirting every night before bed. The crescendo. A few more pumps from him and you feel him warm you up from the inside, a blanket of semen. You collapse. He pulls out and lays next to you, out of breath and tickling your back as a reward for being such a good girl. 

"Happy anniversary, baby" he whispers deliriously. 

Mr and Mrs Munson. You've just celebrated a year of marital bliss. It's been a year of absolute highs! Corroded Coffin got their biggest break when MTV played their music video during a prime time lineup and quickly became a household name. You were proud of your man but the fame didn't matter to you. However, the fortune... you were able to quit your job and now you played the role of doting housewife. 

Sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee, and reading the newspaper, Eddie comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. Nuzzling his nose into your neck and making you giggle, you place a delicate kiss through his wild, tangled mane to his head.

"Morning, sweetheart," he says with a deep, low voice.

"Morning. Want some coffee?"

"Yeah but I'll get it. How'd you sleep?"

"Good but I had the dream again."

"The one about the demon bats and then Hawkins burning to the ground or something?"

You nod as you take a sip of coffee. "We should go back to Hawkins. Just for a visit. We haven't seen any of those people or our family since our wedding day and it's been years since we've stepped foot in that town."

"You know, that's not a bad idea. I really miss Wayne and I think he could use a visit from us."

"You're not too busy?"

"I'm sure I am but a little vacation with my wife... I'd much rather do that then whatever I'm obligated to do."

"Babe... you need to honor your commitments. I'll talk to your manager and find a time that works."

"What would I do without you?" He kisses your coffee flavored lips, clearly you could tell he had yet to brush his teeth. 

The plane lands in Hawkins and, as you drive to your hotel, you realize how....rural...the place was in comparison to where the two of you had resided for so long. Passing Hawkins High, you're flooded with memories of the beginning of your relationship with Eddie and how you probably wouldn't be together if he hadn't grown a pair the day he asked you to come see his band play at the Hideout. You remember that night so vividly- sitting next to him nervously, his hand on your thigh, listening to the local talent as he held you for the first time. You also remember the next day just as well, the day of his party where you both confessed having feelings for each other...and then how his fingers made you cum for the first time. Hawkins wasn't the best place, nowhere near it, but it held a lot of good memories. 

After checking into the hotel, taking a short nap, and having a quick fuck in the shower, you leave to meet Wayne at the Hideout. 

"This was such a good idea, babe. I can't wait to see that old fart again," Eddie says as he drives the rental car, tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel in excitement. 

"Is he still working at the plant?"

"I think so. One day, I'll make it so he won't ever have to work again."

"Yeah but you know he would never take money from you. Remember what a pain in the ass he was when he tried to pay for our wedding? The man is full of pride."

"I know. I just wish he'd do things for himself. I mean he took me in as a kid and kind of gave up his life for me."

"Eds... "

"He deserves better."

"Well the least we can do is spend some real time with him, get him shit-faced, maybe cook him a nice dinner...he's all about that type of quality time."

He looks over at you with a smile on his face and gives your thigh a little squeeze as he pulls into the bar.

Upon walking in, you take in your surroundings. The place hadn't changed a bit, it even smelled the same. You think back to so many nights watching Eddie up on that stage, your panties soaking as he secretly serenaded you amongst the crowd of screaming girls and head banging dudes. You also vividly recall being pounded in the bathroom more than once...

"Is that Wayne Munson?!" Eddie yells out. 

"Well isn't it my little Satan worshiper and his beautiful wife," Wayne responded with a big grin and even bigger hugs. "My boy treating you right?"

"Always," you reply. "You guys find a table and I'll grab some beers."

"Thanks, babe," Eddie says as he kisses your cheek.

As you begin to walk away, you hear Wayne ask Eddie So when am I going to get some mini Munsons to spoil?! You laugh and shake your head, happy to get away from that conversation. Eddie is always bringing up having a baby but you're just not ready yet. You know he'll be an amazing dad but he needs to focus on his career. The minute you push out one of his spawn, that's all he'll care about. You had your own personal reservations about having kids in general but it was easier to blame his career. 

You're back in your hotel and getting ready for bed. You look over at Eddie, he's beaming. He must've really missed seeing his uncle, more than you had anticipated. You turn on the TV and snuggle up next to him on the bed. 

"Tonight was great. What's on the agenda for tomorrow?" He asks as his fingers dance along your skin.

"We need to pay my parents a visit and I have a little surprise for you later," you smirk. 

He perks up. "A surprise?!"

"And don't try to pry it out of me."

"You know me too well," he leans in to kiss you, starting your nightly ritual when he whispers. "Let's try for a baby..."

"I'm on birth control."

"Then stop taking it."

"It'll take like a month to get out of my system."

"That's okay. We can practice."

"We get enough practice."

"Come on....stop fighting it."

"Stop pushing it."

"But..."

"Eddie!" You push him off of you. "I'm not ready."

He sits back and looks at you baffled. "What do you mean you're not ready? We've been together for so long, we've been married a year, and we have the money. We're ready, babe."

"We're not ready. Your career is just barely taking off. You won't have any time to spend with a baby and I don't want you to give up the band too soon. And... I'm not..."

He looks at you, shame splashing across your face. "You're not what? Ready?"

"I'm not and I don't know when I'll be ready."

"Are you saying you don't want to have kids?"

"No, I do. I just.... I'm... scared. What if I turn out like my mom? What if I don't have the motherly instincts? What if you go on tour and leave me behind with a newborn? What if my body changes and you leave me because I can't bounce back? What if..."

"Woah! Slow down. I didn't know you felt like this," he says, taking your hand in his. "All of your fears and rationalizations are totally valid. I get it. Honestly, it scares me too. I had an absent father so the last thing I want to be is like my old man. But baby... you'll be nothing like your mom, I wouldn't want to reproduce with anyone else."

"Can we maybe take this subject off the table for a while? Maybe see where we are in like 6 months?"

"Of course, sweetheart," he kisses your hand and slowly makes his way up to your neck, wedging himself between your legs. "Also, I don't care what happens to your body. Knowing that you made our child with your body is incredibly beautiful and any change will be a reminder of that."

Your heart begins to flutter. You truly bagged yourself a good one with Eddie. He has always accepted everyone and bases his relationships off of who the person really is, not who they should be. So everything that comes out of his mouth is genuine. Did that make you less scared of motherhood? Kind of. Only time will tell. 

After visiting your parents, it was time for Eddie's surprise. You pull up to Steve Harrington's house, actually his parent's house as he was still living there with one more year of college left. You had a lot of fond memories in that house...at least ones you can remember before the alcohol blurred them all. 

You walk in and are greeted by a bevy of your friends from high school but mostly, for Eddie, his Hellfire adoptive children- Dustin, Lucas, Erica, and Mike. As requested, there was a game of D&D set up just for Eddie. He looked over at you with a thankful smile. The moment would've only been improved with the rest of the Hellfire Club but they were back home. 

"You set this up?" He asked in a low voice. 

"Maybe," you wink. "I just thought you haven't played in so long, especially with these little sheep."

He grabs your face and gives you a soft kiss of gratitude. He pulls away and places a hand to his heart. "Thank you."

Luckily, you had friends to hang out with while the nerds played a long, thrilling game...also alcohol, a lot of it. The only interaction you had with him all night was to refill his drinks, bring him snacks, and give him a subtle kiss or cuddle. 

Enjoying a drink with Steve, you tell him. "Thanks for letting us do this. I think he really needed it."

"My pleasure. Maybe one day I'll be an adult and move out of my parents place."

"You will. You finally went to college, that wasn't originally on the agenda. May not feel like it but you're doing something with your life."

"I guess so. How's married life?"

"Couldn't be happier."

"Yeah? I'm glad to hear it. You ever think about moving back to Hawkins?"

Shrugging. "I don't think so but, if we ever start a family, I'd want to move out of our small, city apartment and maybe get a house."

"You two would make some beautiful babies and Eddie would be the world's funnest dad. And the way he would worship you when you're pregnant..."

"You almost make it sound appealing, Steve."

"Oh man...one day, I'm gonna have a whole slew of little Harrington's. 5...maybe 6 kids."

"6?!"

"Yeah. 3 boys, 3 girls."

"Don't give Eddie any ideas. He wants us to have a baby now but...I have reservations."

"It's hard on the woman, honestly. I get it. I'm sure you guys will work it out. I think you guys would be bad ass parents, especially you."

"Me?! Why?"

"I don't know. Just a feeling. I mean you've been wrangling a big man-child since high school."

You smile at him as you start to realize motherhood may not be so bad. Steve talked about family with such pride and joy in his eyes. "Steve...I really hope you find a girl that deserves you and is willing to pop out a bunch of kids."

The two of you clink your drink glasses and go mingle with the rest of the crowd.

It's late in the evening and the only people left at the party are you, Steve, and Eddie. Steve offers for the both of you to stay the night since you all had way too much to drink. 

E: "Wanna play a game?"

S :"Game? Just the 3 of us?" 

E: "Yeah! Truth or Dare. What do you say?"

You: "I'm game."

Hesitantly, Steve agrees to play but not before taking another shot of tequila. Funny thing about tequila, it can make you do almost anything...

E: "Ok. Y/N. Truth or dare?"

You: "Um... truth." What truth could he pull out of you that he doesn't already know?

E: He tilts his chin down and burns his eyes into yours. "Do you find Stevie attractive?"

You: "Sure."

E: "Sure?!"

Steve blushes and you smile at him. 

You: "Of course I think he's attractive. He's conventionally handsome, works out, has a mighty good head of hair..."

E: "Alright, alright. You're turn."

You think hard but quickly come up with an idea. 

You: "Steve. Truth or dare?"

S: "Truth."

You: "Do you find Eddie attractive?"

E: "Oh come on..."

You shoosh him and look over at Steve, awaiting his answer. His eyes look down at his hands, kneading them.

S: "I think Eddie is very attractive."

Eddie flips his gaze toward Steve, eyes wide at the confession. For years, you had an inkling that neither boy was entirely straight and, in particular, you always thought they were slightly attracted to each other. You remember a New Year's Eve party at Steve's house where he caught you and Eddie fucking in his bathroom and Eddie invited him to join. You knew he was mostly pulling his leg but you wondered if there was any truth to it. 

S: "Eddie, truth or dare."

E: "Dare."

Steve ponders for a moment, should he play it safe or let the tequila lead the way.

S: "I dare you to.... run up and down the street... naked."

A moment of silence falls upon the room...followed by roaring laughter between the 3 of you. 

E: "Geez, Stevie. If you wanted to see my cock, you could've just asked." He stands up and begins to strip.

You caught a glimpse of Steve's face as Eddie got naked...a glimmer of lust. The after party might be more fun than the actual party...

Eddie bolts out the front door in his birthday suit and you and Steve watch from the doorway, giggling like children.

You: "Steve... truth or dare?"

S: "It's not your turn." You look at him and raise your eyebrows. "Fine. Truth."

You: "Do you think I'm attractive?"

S: He smiles and leans into your ear. "Very...."

You: "I have a dare for all of us."

Eddie runs back into the house, somewhat sweaty and out of breath. 

E: "Alright. My turn..."

You: "Eds. Can I go next?"

E: "Ok, rule breaker, you can go next."

You: "Truth or dare."

E: "Dare. Always."

You: "I dare you to kiss Steve."

Eddie freezes for a moment and looks over at Steve, who is already looking at him. Looking for a hint of resistance but there's none. Eddie walks over, puts a hand on the back of Steve's head, and leans in... Your heart stopped for a moment before racing. There was something about your gorgeous husband making out with a beautiful specimen like Steve. It was weird. Jealousy was nowhere in sight. Maybe because Steve was a boy (felt like less competition in a twisted way) or maybe because you were married, committed. 

Eddie pulls away and looks over at you. 

E: "I dare you to kiss him now..."

S: "What is this? A game between the two of you and I'm just the prop? No. Uh uh. Eddie, dare me."

E: "Stevie...I dare you to kiss..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Steve grabs you and pulls you in. His lips tasted like tequila and chapstick. He smelled of a fancy cologne. The kiss itself was fiery and needy. You suspect he had been suppressing his sexuality or maybe even his feelings for you (and Eddie) for years. As he kisses you, you feel a warm breath on your neck from behind followed by a scattering of soft kisses. Eddie whispers in your ear "Are we doing this?"

Knowing exactly what he's asking, you break away and reply "Yes... if Steve's okay with it." You open your eyes to search for his answer. He nods in agreement before plunging back in. Eddie quickly begins to undress you as you work on the button on Steve's jeans. 

After clumsily stripping each other, you're all standing in the living room naked...kissing and touching each other. Eddie grabs your hand and pulls you to the couch, he's already taking on his role as master...

E: "Stevie... You wanna taste her? She's delicious... lay down."

Steve does as he says and lays down, motioning for you to climb on his face. 

E: "Be sure to tell me how good his mouth feels on you, sweetheart."

You gently hover your aching pussy over Steve's face, his hands running up and down your thighs. His thumbs move up further and spread your folds, staring at your wet pussy with admiration. He leans his head up and places a kiss to your sensitive bud. His hands grab your ass and encourage you to sit down. You let out a soft whine as you feel the first swivel of his tongue. 

E: "Fuck, baby. You look so perfect like this." He leans over to cup the back of your neck with one hand and grabs a handful of your breast with the other, kissing you as you moan into his mouth. He whispers into your ear. "I'm going to take care of Stevie, if that's okay with you." You nod before he leaves you with one last kiss.

He makes his way between Steve's legs and settles. His cock is upright waiting to be touched. What you didn't know was this wasn't Eddie's first rodeo with a man, a conversation you plan to have when you get back to the hotel. You look back over your shoulder to see Steve's cock in Eddie's mouth. The sight turned you on as you clench around Steve's tongue, for which the moaning coming from him is creating a blissful vibration on your cunt. 

You: "Oh my god... Eddie. His mouth...s'good..." Steve's hands snake up your body to your breasts and begins to toss your nipples between his fingers, sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to your core. You, inadvertently, start to ride his face... growing closer to your orgasm with each rock of your hips.

E: "Come on, Stevie. Make my wife cum. She's so sexy when she cums..."

With Eddie's words, Steve grabs your hips tightly, pulls you closer, and begins to rock your hips for you. You feel the heat build, moaning louder and louder. Eddie comes around the side and latches his mouth on one of your nipples, knowing the extra stimulation will push you over the edge. Steve let's out a deep moan that vibrates just enough to do the trick and the dam breaks...releasing yourself all down his chin and squeezing his head with your thighs. Eddie quickly stops you mid shriek and captures your mouth with his, whispering words of adulation between each breath.

Eddie helps you climb down and commands you to get on your knees. You hear him say something to Steve quietly but you're still coming down from your high to even pay enough attention to make out what he said. Your arms are draped over the back of the couch, the cold leather feels good on your warm tits. Steve comes up behind you, kissing your neck and rubbing his fingers along your slippery folds.

S: "He was right..."

You: "What?"

He leans into your ear, whispering....

S: "You taste absolutely delicious." He bites your earlobe and you feel him slide his cock between your legs. "Can I be inside you?"

You: "I'm okay with it as long as Eddie is..."

E: "Don't worry, baby. Have fun with our little Stevie."

Steve kisses your shoulder as he slips himself inside you. You gasp at the new, unfamiliar sensation. He filled you up nicely as he held himself inside you, both of you adjusting. 

You feel Steve's hips stutter but not the way he would if he were thrusting. You look over your shoulder again to see Eddie entering Steve from behind, both of them letting out soft, deep grunts. Soon, the three of you are fucking in tandem.. thrusting together. It's one of the most erotic experiences- the sounds, the touching, the little kisses... the tequila played a big role as well.

You knew the boys wouldn't last very long so you reach between your legs to catch up. 

S: "No no. Let me do that." He replaces your hand and rubs circles along your clit as Eddie continues to set the pace.

You can't take it anymore and begin to scream out obscenities as your second orgasm approaches. 

E: "Hey, big boy. I want to cum inside my wife." He pats Steve's hips before everyone pulls out. Eddie lays you on your back and enters you, kissing you with passion and gratitude. Steve finds a seat in the corner of the room, fisting his cock as he watches.  Eddie looks over at him and bites his lip. "Like what you see, Harrington?"

S: "Just fuck her, Munson. I'm getting close."

You grab his face to meet your gaze and mouth the words I love you.  He kisses you again and pounds into you harder, tilting his hips in such a way that he hits your g-spot meticulously. Your orgasm crashes, making you see stars...followed by Eddie then Steve. All three of you are respiring, coming back to life. Eddie generously peppers kisses all down your neck and decolletage. 

Steve leaves the room to clean up and Eddie says in a hushed voice. "You okay? Was this okay? We didn't even discuss it..."

You nod with a smile. "I'm very okay, as long as you are. Are you?"

He smiles back. "Oh I'm great. Was it weird for you? You know...seeing me with a man."

"Not really. Kind of...hot, to be honest."

"Yeah? Well...I mean, I should've told you but this wasn't my first time with a man."

"I could tell. Can we talk about this later?"

"Of course," he kisses your head and helps pull you off the couch.

The car ride to the hotel the next morning was quiet...a little awkward. The hangover was no joke and all the two of you wanted to do was shower and take a nap. 

"Wanna shower together or separate?" He asks.

"Together's fine but...can we talk? About last night?" You ask shyly. 

"You're freaked out, aren't you?"

"No! I'm just curious why you never told me about your history or your sexuality. I feel like maybe there's a reason you didn't tell me... like I wouldn't want to be with you or I'd judge you."

"Oh.. no, baby. I don't know why I didn't tell you. Maybe because there wasn't really a reason to, you're all I ever needed and I love our somewhat heteronormative marriage."

"So are you bisexual?"

"Let's just say I'm attracted to people, not parts."

"Do you think I'll be enough for you?"

"You're already more than enough for me, princess. I'm completely devoted to you and this random, drunken orgy with Steve was all in fun...spontaneous fun."

"Ok...we've just never jumped into something like this without talking it into the ground ahead of time."

"I know. I mean...I don't know how often something like this is going to happen but maybe we need some sort of code word of consent. For now though, let's just enjoy our last 24 hours in Hawkins."

After a nice, cleansing shower together, the two of cuddle up for a nap. As your trip to your hometown comes to a close, you realize how much you've learned about each other, even after so many years, and you can only hope it's strengthened your relationship rather than hurt it. 

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You've lost count of how many cities and you can't even remember what city you're currently in as you sit at the bar in the back of the theater, sucking down your 5th martini and watching young, attractive women flash your husband their boobs while he shreds on his guitar. They're all the same. Teased hair, sexy makeup, tight clothing, and throwing themselves at anyone who could get them an introduction or an autograph from the lead singer of Corroded Coffin. The other boys in the band have certainly grown into their looks since high school and they get their fair share of groupies.... Eddie, though, he attracted everyone. You've received looks from fans when they find out you're Mrs Munson, looks of really? Her? It could possibly be jealousy, you're certain it was, but it was also the insecure girl that lived deep inside your subconscious. Your worst nightmare was that you would walk in on him fucking one of these chicks in his dressing room. Unbeknownst to you, all he could think about while he's on stage is you. He sings directly to you. You're at the end of his tunnel vision.

Your vision begins to blur and your body feels like you're on a ship in the middle of the ocean. You contemplate one more drink but, ultimately, decide you've had enough. You make your way backstage, garnering heated looks from the female crowd. You stand in the wings, his sweaty clothes clinging to his body. He sees you and blows you a kiss, making you blush. You loved watching him in his element. Traveling from one city to the next, sleeping on busses and numerous hotel beds, killing time by yourself during sound checks... it was tough. A part of you enjoyed this rockstar life but another part of you wanted to be in the comfort of your own home. But watching him on stage felt like home. He was happiest in front of a crowd and with you by his side. Life was surreal. 

Your favorite part of tour was stumbling back to the hotel, filled with alcohol and adrenaline, and fucking like a couple horny teenagers. Then, after a long shared shower, you both snuggle up in bed, turn on the TV, discuss the day's events, and falling asleep in each other's arms. 

The tour had ended and you were back in your comfortable apartment cooking dinner, another luxury you take for granted when traveling. The topic of discussion this evening: your upcoming birthday.

"I think you deserve a party," Eddie says as he grazes on the freshly cut vegetables.

"I don't know. It's just another mess I have to clean up. It's just a birthday. I wouldn't mind just going to dinner with you or something. It's not a big deal," you respond as you finish plating the meal. 

"Are you kidding? It's my wife's birthday! You've given up so much of your life to be with me and to support my dreams..."

"Eds...I haven't given up anything. I love our life, I wouldn't wish for my life to be any different."

"Baby, everything in your life revolves around me. I know you love it but you need to be celebrated properly. If you'd let me, I'd do a whole birthday week for you."

"Fine. I'll start making plans..."

"Uh uh. You're not planning your own birthday party. Leave it to me. I want you to spend the day pampering yourself, maybe get yourself a sexy birthday dress, and be ready by 8:00."

You smile at him, your heart filled with gratitude. Neither of you celebrate your birthdays with more than just a nice dinner, gifts never being exchanged, nothing too special. It's how you both like it. This was the first time he brought up doing anything different. 

It was the morning of your birthday and you wake up to familiar hands gently rubbing your back. You moan quietly, enjoying every inch of his touch. He whispers in your ear, "Good morning, birthday girl. I've made breakfast."

You open your eyes and sit up as he places a tray of food in your lap. Eggs, toast, and coffee. The only breakfast he knows how to make. He had made you this exact breakfast as a surprise when you were first dating, after a particularly special night. 

"Looks delicious, babe. Thank you."

"Eat up and we'll take a shower before I send you out for a day of pampering."

"A day of pampering?"

"Yeah. Your instructions for the day...." he hands you an envelope. "Don't open it until you leave. I want everything to be a surprise and I want you out of my hair until tonight. And no hanky panky because I plan on fucking your brains out at the end of the evening."

"But I'm the birthday girl and what if I want a little shower sex?"

"Sorry, princess. I want you needy tonight."

You pout at him but accept your fate. It was hard to shower with him. All you wanted was for him to pin you against the wall. You tried your best to change his mind- touching him, sucking the water from his neck and chest, rubbing your ass along his length... but he was having none of it. You knew he wanted to based off the raging boner you were giving him but he stuck to his guns. 

After showering and getting ready for the day, you open up the envelope. First on the agenda was a few hours at a spa. You arrive to find out everything had been planned and paid for. You were treated to massages, facials, a manicure, and pedicure. It was what you needed, especially after a long tour. 

Next, he instructed you to go shopping. A shopping spree, something you never allowed yourself to do. When you arrive at the mall, you don't even know where to start. You remember he said something about getting a new dress for the party tonight so that was your main goal but you knew that, if you didn't come home with a few bags from different stores, he wouldn't be happy. So you bought things you normally wouldn't spend money on, along with practical items, until something caught your eye from across the mall...a dress. A dress with Eddie's name written all over it. You walked toward the window to get a better look at it. It was red satin. No sleeves, strapless. Corset top. Tight and short at the bottom. You went in to try it on. 

"Can I try this on?" You ask the sales lady.

She winks at you as she goes to open a dressing room. "Who's the guy?"

"Excuse me?"

"Most women who buy this dress get it for a hot date. So who's the guy?"

You blush. "My husband. It's my birthday and he sent me out to get a dress for tonight."

"Oh! Well happy birthday. Try it on, let me know what you think. I'll be right back."

Moments later....

"I'm back! Let's see it," she yells out. You walk out of the dressing room and the lady smirks at you with a nod. "He's going to be drooling."

"Yeah?" You turn and look at yourself in the mirror. She was right. It hugged your curves perfectly and was just short and low cut enough to send him to his grave. 

"If you want, we also have some matching panties and I know exactly the kind of shoes this dress needs."

Again, she was right. You gladly handed over your credit card. The shoes were impossibly high and delicately strapped, you couldn't wait to see his face when you've put the whole outfit together. 

Last on the agenda was the salon where he, again, prepaid to get your hair and makeup done so you wouldn't have to lift a finger. By the time you were finished, it was already almost 8:00. You quickly change at the salon to save on time and head home. 

You arrive at the doorway to your apartment. You don't know why you're nervous but, even after all these years, you still wanted to impress him. Would he like the dress you chose? Will he like what they did with your hair and makeup? You felt a little self conscious, plus you were a little late to your own party. 

It seemed pretty quiet, you expected to hear music or conversations. You open the door and the lights were out, nobody was home. Was the party somewhere else? Did he forget? A part of you was a little disappointed. You drop your bags and walk down the hallway to turn on the lights...

SURPRISE!!

A crowd of friends jump out. More than you expected. After receiving hugs and happy birthdays, Eddie appears with a shit eating grin while everyone begins drinking, dancing, and conversing. 

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," he says with a kiss to the cheek and a glass of champagne in hand. "How was your day of pampering?"

"Incredible. I can't believe you did all this. It's too much."

"Nothing my amazing wife doesn't deserve," he stands back to get a good look at you. 

"As requested, I got a new dress for tonight."

"I can see that but was it a dress for you or for me?"

"Both. Do you like it?"

He palms his crotch and looks around before leaning in closer to you. "You look gorgeous and this dress is plain rude. I know what you're doing and you'll be punished."

He grabs your hips and pulls you flush against him, kissing you softly as to not ruin your makeup. He had also cleaned up nice for you, the sight of him made you weak in the knees. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to the party. He really went all out. His band played a special song for you, he brought in a caterer, and he never once left your side. It was a perfect evening...

As the last guest left, you instinctively begin to pick up trash around the apartment.

"Absolutely not! I'll deal with this mess in the morning," he grabs the trash bag from your hands. "Are you ready for your last gift?"

"Yes, please."

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a passionate kiss, no longer caring about smudging your lipstick. "I love you..." he whispers into your mouth then taking you by surprise, scooping you up in his arms. Carrying you into the bedroom. Candles are lit and music is playing softly. He gently sits you down on the edge of the bed. "You look beautiful tonight, baby. I couldn't keep my hands off of you all night. This dress... fuck... I could see every part of your body and I had to stop myself from ripping it off of you so many times. And these shoes are staying on..."

"Do you want to fuck me in this dress or do you want me to take it off for you?"

"Jesus Christ... even when it's your birthday, I still get presents. Please. Take it off for me. Slowly."

You stand up and push him down onto the bed. You carefully reach behind your back and start to slowly unzip your dress. You let the dress slide down your body, your tits were free and all you had on was your new panties and, as requested, your new heels. The sales lady was right... he was drooling. 

"You like what you see, big boy?"

"Are those panties new?"

"They sure are. I got those for you as well. Would you like to take them off for me?"

He stands up and pushes you gently against the nearest wall. He kisses you down your body, stopping at the waistband of your lacey, satin red panties. His eyes flick up to yours as he takes the waistband in his teeth. Taking his time, he pulls them down to your ankles before you step out of them. He remains on his knees and brings one of your legs up to his shoulder. He places a hand on your low back to steady you as his other hand begins work on your exposed pussy. His ringed finger sliding up and down your wet folds. He places a kiss on your clit. The tip of his tongue swirls your sensitive bud, making your knees buckle. His face dives into your cunt deeper, his tongue darting in and out of you. He has no shame tonight. He was hungry for you. His pace picks up. He begins to ram his tongue like it's his cock and his nose is nuzzling your clit in the perfect spot. 

"Eddie.... holy shit... just like that. Fuck me with that dirty tongue, baby."

He doesn't respond with his words but his grip tightens on you and he was a man on a mission now. Your own dirty mouth was spurring him on. He could feel you were on the edge. He quickly replaced his tongue with two fingers, fucking you relentlessly and curling out each time. As his fingers dove into you, he shot up to kiss you feverishly. You could taste yourself in his mouth, which you loved. 

"Come on, baby. Let go. I got you," he whispered breathlessly in your ear before sucking on your neck. You reached down and circled your clit a couple times before your orgasm crashed. Filling his hand with your juices. "That's it. Fuck...I love you."

"Eddie...I need you. Please. Fuck me hard."

"Whatever the birthday girl wants." He picks you up and lays you down on the bed. "How does the birthday girl want it? Handcuffs? Toys? Soft and gentle? From behind?"

You wanted all of it. "Surprise me."

"Haven't you had enough surprises for one day?"

"I'm spoiled. I don't care how you fuck me. I just want you deep inside me, making me see stars..."

"Damn..I love when you talk as dirty as I do." He leans over you to kiss you roughly, grabbing your hips tightly. "I want to make you happy, baby. I want you to cum as many times as possible and, if I can't do the job, I'll bring in reinforcements."

He yanks you to the edge of the bed and places each ankle on his shoulders, giving your new shoes a kiss. He swirls the head of his cock through your juicy folds and leans in to kiss your neck, folding you in half before sliding deep inside you. 

"Oh my god..." you heave out. "So deep."

"That's how my spoiled brat wanted it, right?"

"Yes.. fuck... just how I wanted it. You always know exactly what I want."

He pulls out slightly before snapping back in, taking your breath away. He knew the pace you liked- medium speed but a forceful pounding. You could feel every vein, every wrinkle, every inch. If his lips weren't attached to yours, you'd be screaming his name. Your hands come up to grab fistfuls of his beautiful brown curls, which smelled heavenly from the fancy shampoo he used for this special occasion. His cock was at the perfect angle, grazing both your g-spot and your clit. Your orgasm was about to rock your nerves any second.

"Baby! I'm gonna... I'm..." you flutter around him, gushing, but he doesn't stop. He sits up and grabs an ankle in each hand and starts fucking you faster, his rings creating dents in your skin. 

"I want to see you play with your tits, princess."

You were happy to oblige, you loved how the right touch to your nipples could send a direct shock to your core. 

"Like this, master?" You massage the meat of your breast and pull, twist, and rub your nipples. 

"Mmhmmm... just like that. So fucking sexy," he responds, licking his lips. His eyes were glued to your chest, pounding harder and harder into you. A man possessed. You wondered if he could last much longer. "Get on your knees..."

He pulls out of you, you could see yourself dripping off his cock. He always made you so wet. You quickly get on your knees but notice he's stepped a way for a moment. Upon his return, he drops a giant dildo next to you. 

"And what do you plan to do with The Destroyer?"

"I don't think I can last before your next orgasm. He's here to finish the job."

"Oh? Are we in high school? Can you not last?" You tease. 

"How can I when you look and feel so fucking good? I'm not ashamed to admit that it turns me on to know that I turn into a nerdy teenage when I'm inside you."

"Well neither of us is going to cum if you just stand there and talk."

"Fuck... you're such a brat." 

He enters you roughly, pushing you forward enough that you almost lose your balance. He doesn't start slow, doesn't allow you to relax into his size. He grabs a handful of your hair at the scalp and pulls. The noises coming from both of you were lewd and delicious. 

His hips start to stutter before they still and you feel a warmth coat your velvety walls. With a sharp smack to your ass and a kiss to your low back, he pulls out and rubs circles on your overly stimulated clit. Your hips rock against his touch. 

"You ready?" He asks. 

"Please. Destroy me, baby."

One hand is rubbing your back to keep you relaxed while his other hand slides the toy inside you. It was a monster! A new, expensive piece of art that you both had to have when you saw it in store. It was impressive. 

"Is that good? Does it hurt?"

"It's incredible, Eds. I'm gonna cum so fast."

"I should be jealous but, fuck, this is so hot. Watching you take it so well."

You reach between your legs and begin to circle your clit as he pumped in and out of you. His eyes widened at how the dildo glistened with your juices every time he pulls out. Your legs begin to shake, your toes curling. A couple pumps later and your soaking the bedsheets below you as you convulse around The Destroyer. 

Eddie pulls it out of you and dives in face first, collecting every drop. A mix of both of you. You hiss with each lap of his tongue. 

"Eddie!" Your body jolts. "It's too much!"

"Think I can get another from you like this?"

Before you could answer, his tongue expertly flicked your sensitive bud before your orgasm high had come down. Your arms give out, you lay head down and ass up as he licks you. Suddenly, another orgasm rips through you unexpectedly and you cum all over your husband's face. He had timed it perfectly and you knew you'd have to deal with his ego after this one. 

"No more, baby. No more." You swat him away. 

He places a tender kiss to your backside and runs off, bringing back a warm damp towel to clean you up. 

Snuggled up in his arms, watching late night TV, basking in the afterglow. Something had been on your mind all day. You couldn't think of a better time to talk to him about it. 

"Eds?"

"Yes, princess?"

"I think....I think I'm... ready."

"Ready? For what?"

"I think I'm ready to have a baby."

He perked up, looking at you with a twinkle in his eyes. "Wait... really?!" You nod. "Oh my god! Holy shit! I can't believe it... you've just made me so happy!"

"I'll stop taking my birth control and we'll go from there."

After showering you with excited kisses, he lays back down and stares blankly up at the ceiling. You could see a tear fall down his cheek. It made you want to cry, how happy you've made him. You still had your fears and doubts but it was clear that it was time. 

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Corroded Coffin was now in the studio working on their second album. Touring is fun but it's nice to be in one place for a long stretch of time. Luckily, the boys liked to work in the late evening so you got a nice chunk of the day with Eddie, working on starting your family.

You had stopped taking your birth control and began tracking your cycle. You never thought you'd get sick of fucking your beautiful husband but you were getting tired! Every day for the last 3 months. He made sure to try every deep position he could think of, made sure you came after him, and immediately tucked a stack of pillows under your bum so the swimmers would swim upstream. He also tried his best to make it fun and interesting, not like a chore. But month after month of disappointing results made it less and less fun. You felt like you were letting him down. He would always reassure you and tell you how much he was enjoying trying but you could see the let down in his face with each negative test. 

One Saturday morning, you woke up expecting to see your very tired husband next to you in bed. He gets home way after you've been to bed and doesn't wake up until the late morning, early afternoon. You kind of enjoyed your mornings to yourself, you enjoyed it more than the evenings spent alone. It felt less lonely in the morning and it was your time to really check in with yourself, especially with the stress of conceiving. But this morning, he wasn't there. Maybe he stayed the night in the studio or maybe he was still working. You figure you needed your coffee before you begin to overthink the possibilities. 

"Morning, sweetheart!" You find Eddie in the kitchen making breakfast. He's learned how to cook more than just eggs and toast now, impressing you with his omelet and French toast skills. 

"You're up early. When did you get home last night?" You ask as you pour a much needed cup of coffee. 

"Midnight? I don't know but I couldn't really sleep. I was thinking about you."

"Me? Why?"

"You've been so stressed out about this whole baby thing and we're never going to get pregnant unless you unburden yourself and just relax. I thought I'd take the weekend off from recording and we can spend some quality time together."

"So a whole day of fucking?" The idea made you exhausted just thinking about it.

He chuckles. "No. Just hanging out. If we have sex, it's because are in the mood and not forcing it."

You settle in and take a sip of your coffee with a smile. "I like the sound of that. So what's on the agenda?"

"Afternoon movie?"

"Oh my god.. yes! I haven't seen a new movie in so long."

He always knew what you needed and a fun day of hanging out without the pressure of conceiving was the ticket. By the evening, the two of you were wrapped up in a blanket outside on your apartment's balcony. A glass of wine in your hand, a bottle of beer in his, and passing a joint back and forth. Looking up at the night sky, watching as the sun sets. You can't remember the last time you did something like this together. 

You nuzzle your cold nose into his warm neck, taking in his scent. The wine is doing a great job of making you warm, relaxed, and.... after more than half a bottle... horny. He always aroused you but, when it became routine, the intimacy was compromised. His undivided attention to you and the moment, enjoying each other's company, relit the flame.

You made the first move this time. Delicate kisses from his ear, slowly moving across his jawline as you bring one hand up to the nape of his neck and giving his hair a graceful pull from the root. He turns his head slightly to capture your lips in a sensual kiss while he pulls you in closer by the waist. The angle of which you were sitting wasn't enough for you. You slither onto his lap, one knee on each side of his hips. His strong hands wrap around, holding your back while your tongues massage each other. 

He breaks from your kiss to begin an assault on your neck, sending goosebumps all over your skin. You can't help your labored breathing. The sensation was too good. His fingers gather the hem of your shirt, gently pulling it up over your head. You sit in his lap, bare chested and feeling the cool breeze. You didn't care who saw you. Nothing mattered. You do the same to him but more rapid and clumsy. You were addicted to the skin-to-skin contact of your chest to his. He leans you back slightly to wrap his mouth around your areola, making you buck your hips against his lap. You hear him whisper a quiet fuck against your skin before sinking his teeth into your flesh.

Your pelvis continues to grind on his rock hard cock while your fingernails dig through his wild curls, his face fixated on your sensitive breasts. No words spoken besides quiet obscenities and heavy breathes. He wasn't even inside you yet but you could easily make a mess of the front of his sweat pants. 

Not being able to stand the dry humping a second longer, he quickly lifts his hips and pulls down his sweat pants and boxers without disconnecting from your chest. With a shaky hand, he pulls your panties to the side and tenderly slips his hot, thick manhood inside you. 

You let out a sharp gasp, he follows with a low and satisfied groan. It hadn't felt this good in a while. It was a tight fit, or so it felt. You both had to sit and enjoy the feeling, coming back to each other's mouths. Kissing each other like it's your first time. His hands come up to cradle your head while you begin to swivel your hips. Dragging along his length and finding the spot inside you that will make you gush. 

Speeding up, he moves his hands again to grab fistfuls of your ass and adds power to your thrusts. He gets deeper and deeper. The mix of wine, weed, and intense intimacy creates a beautiful, euphoric moment. Your heavy breathing is turning into stifled screams as the coil tightens inside you. 

You quickly pull him in tighter to you, wanting to be as close as possible, and clench around him. Sensing how close you're getting, he doubles his efforts by lifting his hips and fucking up into you. And with perfect timing, you both cum together without saying a word...silence, in fact, as your orgasms consume you. 

Coming down, you settle deep into his lap and continue kissing as if you never stopped. You can feel your walls still flutter and twitch around his softening cock. 

Breaking from your lips and taking a moment to look into your eyes with love and care, he asks "Do you wanna put your knees over your head or just get cleaned up?"

The thought of baby making never crossed your mind until now but you might as well take advantage of your pussy filled with semen. "I'll lay down." You agree to the only baby making ritual of the evening.

Later that night, he makes the bed while she brushes her teeth and prepares for slumber. He turns on the TV in their bedroom and slides under the covers, waiting for her. She enters the room with a relaxed smile on her face, turning out the lights before climbing in next to him. He could feel her sink into his arms with a sigh. He places a gentle kiss to her forehead. Her scent. He was in love with her distinct, familiar scent. He looked forward to it every night when he came home late and crawled in bed next to her. Tonight, he gets to fall asleep with her...a luxury he doesn't take for granted. 

"Did you have a good day, princess?" 

"Such a good day. I miss spending time with you like that, like we did when we had no responsibilities."

"I'm sorry I can't be with you as much as we both want. Don't get me wrong, I love my job. It's a total dream. But I miss you all the time."

"I think we just need more days like today."

He smiles to himself knowing he was able to provide such a moment for them, for her. "Well we have tomorrow to do it all over again...."

With one more kiss to her forehead, they continue to watch TV until he hears the tiniest snore. Looking down at his beautiful wife, asleep on his chest, wondering how he got so lucky. He carefully shuts the TV off and drifts off to sleep with his love, falling asleep to her scent. 

A few weeks pass and life goes back to how it was. The other day while you were in the shower, you noticed how tender your breasts were. You chalk it up to the night before, remembering how rough Eddie was with your tits while you were handcuffed to the bed. However, it's been a couple days and your tits were still sore....a different kind of sore. You remember reading about pregnancy symptoms and this was one of them. 

Eddie had just left for the studio. Normally, you'd wait for him to take a test but you would drive yourself crazy if you didn't find out now. You sat in the bathroom, waiting for the 2 minute timer to ring. It startles you when the alarm goes off. Taking a deep breath, you take a look at the test.....

You can't even remember the drive to the studio. You just know you ended up there fast! Eddie is mid song when he sees you holding back a grin on your face through the window. After telling the boys to take a break, he comes over and asks what you're doing there. All you could do was hold up the test... along with the 10 other positive sticks because you just had to make sure. 

"Wait... really?" He was in shock. You couldn't tell if he was happy or freaked out. 

A tear falls down your face. "I just had a feeling. I'm sorry I didn't wait for you but I had to do it."

A giant smile dominates his face as he looks at you like he had fallen in love all over again. "Holy shit!" He picks you up and spins you around before planting a hard, passionate kiss to your shaky lips. He grabs your hand and burst into the break room, yelling out "I'm gonna be a dad!"

His band mates cheer and congratulate the two of you in a moment of pure happiness and joy. Did you still have your fears and reservations about becoming a mother? Absolutely but you couldn't be happier to be pregnant with Eddie Munson's baby. 

Your first prenatal appointment went great. The doctor confirmed how far along you were, you got to hear the heartbeat, and they took about a gallon of blood for testing, the pale look on your face earned you a worried husband who treated you to a nice big lunch. 

The morning sickness was no joke! You lay down to relax... instant nausea. A faint smell of dirty laundry.... instant dry heave. One false move while brushing your teeth... instant trip to the toilet. Food was your friend and your enemy, a Gemini. Food kept the morning sickness away but too much and it would turn on you. Not to mention the frequent trips to the bathroom to pee and the constipation that wrecked your insides. You start to wonder when the glow was going to happen. 

When Eddie wasn't working, he was taking care of you. Running to the store for ginger ale and crackers. Rubbing your back to ease the tension. Holding your hair back while you throw up everything inside of you. Making sure you eat what you're supposed to and what you're not supposed to. He was the doting husband you knew he would be. 

You're 13 weeks and about to enter your last week of your first trimester and you're looking forward to the end of the morning sickness. Laying in bed and watching a movie on TV, a very convincing love scene creates a stir inside you. It had been at least a month (maybe more) since you and Eddie had sex, it was the last thing you wanted between trips to the bathroom. However, your libido was finally waking up...

Eddie is still at the studio so you take it upon yourself to satisfy. You watch the scene intently like it was porn as your hand finds its place on your breast. You toss your nipple from knuckle to knuckle and feeling waves of pleasure when you hit a sensitive spot. You make use of your other hand, traveling down your body and swiping between your folds. It took a little extra work to build the pool of wetness but closing your eyes and pretending it was Eddie touching you brought on the waves. 

As you dip your fingers inside yourself, you relive moments of being with him. You could smell him. You could feel his curls dangling down your face. The texture of your fingers turned into the callous texture of his. And the rings... Your heavy breathing turns into moans as you get lost in yourself. Suddenly, you feel an extra hand trying to take the place inside you. You were so lost in the fantasy that you hadn't realized Eddie had quietly slipped into bed next to you, offering a helping hand. 

"Relax, mama. Let me take care of you," his hot breath whispers against your neck. You remove your hand from your pussy and let him work his magic. "Fuck ...I heard those pretty noises you were making from down the hall and I couldn't resist."

You maintain eye contact with him, not wanting to tear away. The fantasy was nice but you wanted to make sure this was real. "Feels so good, baby. Don't stop."

"Never..." 

With an intentional placement of his thumb to your clit and his mouth to your nipple, you begin to barrel toward your orgasm. You ride his hand until you're completely consumed with pleasure. You're dizzy and lightheaded. It had been a long time but you needed the release.

You roll over and snuggle up to him with your head resting on his chest. The rise and fall of his breathing lulled you into a deep sleep....

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The taste of her had changed. She had always tasted delicious but, at 20 weeks pregnant, he couldn't get enough of her new flavor. Her thighs draped around his shoulders, wearing him like a crown. His hands gripping her soft hips with enough pressure to keep her both still and as close to his face as he could. His tongue deep inside her. Her puffy walls blanket his tongue as he eagerly drank her sweet, honey-like juices. He would hum into her and the vibration would make her arch her already sore back, which he would spend hours massaging later. Glancing up, all he would see is the beautiful belly that housed the child they created together. He ate her out with pride. 

He has been enjoying her pussy since high school and she has done nothing but get more gorgeous, more fuckable every day. He was enamored by her. Even when she was going through morning sickness and he held her hair back, he admired her glow. She may not have seen or felt the glow but it was there. He witnessed it in awe. She would catch him staring at her from time to time. He was obsessed, especially now that she was carrying his child. 

"Eddie!" She moaned out loudly as she gripped his hair with more strength than he realized she had. "I'm coming!"

He pulled her closer, nuzzled his nose in circles around her clit as he dove his tongue deeper inside...lapping feverishly. He slipped a singular finger inside and hit the button...the button that set off a very particular alarm. With a high pitch scream, she came. She squirted. He was drenched and loving every wet second of it. More for him to drink. If she'd let him, he'd be doing this all night. He no longer cared if his dick got wet or not. He would cum in his pants just by the things he could do to her with his mouth. She was fucking sexy like this. 

He licked her clean as he felt her relax in his arms. Most nights, she would fall asleep instantly and he spent the majority of the night tickling her back and looking at her with a full heart. She never knew this, it was his little secret. Tonight, he slithered up her body and planted kisses on her plump, tender breasts on his way up to her mouth. 

"Feel good, mama?" He whispers into her mouth. 

Nodding, in a daze, she replies "I want you to fuck me..." She didn't need to tell him twice. He managed to pull his pants down while maintaining his kiss on her lips.  He slid into her tight cunt with ease, soothing his throbbing cock. She was tighter, or she felt that way at least. He groaned deeply as he slowly thrusted in and out. Her face was relaxed and her growing bosom was pulchritudinous. His drooling mouth couldn't help itself, taking a nipple delicately and swirling her soft skin with his tongue. Her hands flew above her head and tapped loudly on the handcuffs. "No, baby. Fuck me."

His eyes widen as he quickly locks the cuffs around her wrists, knowing exactly what she wants. Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he lifts her ass up enough to give it a harsh slap. Her tits bounce in reaction. He does it again, harder and with a thrust of his hips. She gasped sharply. 

"Good girl," he praised. "Taking your master's beating so well. He would pull back like he was ready to launch a slingshot and snap his hips.

"Please, master. I need you."

This wasn't going to be enough for her tonight. With care to her growing belly, he roughly flips her to her knees. The way her back arches with the new front weight makes the curve of her back a sight to see from where he's kneeling. He slips in from behind and begins pounding into her the way she wants, the way she deserves. Pulling her hair, slapping her ass, biting her shoulders. He had to focus or he would've cum a long time ago. The feeling of her swollen, soft walls suffocating his red, hot cock and the sound of her tits slapping against her ribs. When she clenched around him, relief washed over him knowing he could get his release soon. One hand starts to pinch a nipple while the other manipulates her clit, drawing her closer and closer to the edge. He places a gentle, warm kiss to the middle of her back. Her knuckles turning white as her orgasm consumes her, giving him permission to explode as well. 

A couple more kisses to her backside before freeing her from the cuffs. He jumps up and begins to run a bath for her. She sinks into the mattress completely fucked out. 

"Baby? You okay?" He asks, moving the hair from her face. He always worried if he was being too rough with her during this delicate phase.

She lets out a quiet hum and nods with a little smile on her face. He scoops her up into his arms. She's heavier these days but he loves the weight gain. She's curvier in all the right places and the heaviness of her body is just a reminder that she has Baby Munson growing inside her. She was worried he wouldn't find her attractive once she gained weight but he found her to be even more sexy and wouldn't mind if she kept some of the weight postpartum. Her swollen tits, her wider hips....he drooled at the thought. 

He laid her gently into the warm, bubbly bath and reached down to clean the mess he made. She groaned either in pain from the beating she took or from pleasure. He kissed along her neck as he kneaded her wet skin and rubbed her plump belly. He had to be careful, this intimate moment could easily turn him on again. 

Bedtime after a nice bath. He helped her naked, lavendar-scented body climb into bed, placing a pillow between her knees and sliding in behind her. His favorite spot was behind her with his arm draped over her belly, he felt closer to both her and baby that way. She was barely awake as he placed gentle kisses to her ear and neck. Her body melted into sleep.

His heart fluttered when he remembered that tomorrow would be a day to remember. Tomorrow, they find out the gender of their baby...

The alarm goes off the next morning, shaking you from a perfect slumber...a rarity at this stage of your pregnancy. You wanted nothing more than to throw the alarm clock across the room, that is if you could reach it.

"Eds... baby. The alarm," you shove your husband, who is less than an arms length from the evil device. 

With his eyes closed, he reaches over to relieve you from your living hell. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart." He grunts.

"As much as I'd love that, we have an appointment we need to get to," you carefully try to roll out from his embrace and attempt to sit up without bursting the bladder your child was perched upon. Full of excitement, Eddie springs out of bed to assist you. You wince in pain as you get up. "Jesus Christ...I think you shattered my pelvis last night."

"Sorry, mama. I was just doing as my wife told. Do you need something? Water? Tylenol? I can eat you out again" he smirks.

"Damn it, Eds. Is my pussy making beer or something? Why are you so obsessed with eating me out?! Can you just get me some Tylenol and some orange juice? I heard OJ wakes the baby up for an ultrasound." 

He kisses you on the forehead and skips off to the kitchen. As you sit and finally relieve yourself, you begin to think about what's about to transpire. You both have your gender preferences but you'll both be happy no matter what. You just want a healthy baby with the correct amount of fingers and toes.

You arrive at the gynecologist with a full bladder, as requested. Laying on the table with Eddie's hand in yours as the ultrasound tech begins to lube up your belly. Your heart is racing and Eddie's already in complete awe of the whole experience. The tech glides the wand around, exploring the deep sea of your uterus. She points out the heartbeat, the face, and the 20 total fingers and toes. You both eagerly say Yes Please when she asks if you want to know the gender. One more glide of the wand and...

It's a Girl!

You try to hold back your tears of joy but lose it completely when you see your husband's tear-soaked face. The tech leaves you to get dressed and the two of you kiss and cry for, what felt like, an eternity. The look on his face was pure, unfiltered happiness. 

The whole drive home, you studied the sonogram while Eddie spurted out baby names. Neither of you liked normal, conventional names but you had to put a stop to some of the crazy ideas he came up with. With a creative mind like his, you had to rein him in sometimes. 

The idea of Eddie being a "girl dad" made you smile. It was perfect. You pictured him teaching her to play the guitar and buying her a million stuffed dragons while, in the same vision, picturing him having tea parties with her with glitter eyeshadow she applied for him and playing with Barbie dolls. No matter what she would be into, he'd be into it just as much. You sink into your seat, realizing you've picked the correct man to be the father of your child. 

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As you sink into the couch with just your comfy (not so sexy) bralette and giant sweat pants on, you mindlessly watch whatever is on TV while you munch on popcorn and Eddie meticulously rubs a copious amount of cocoa butter lotion all over your growing belly. His eyes are fixated on every new stretch mark and your protruding belly button, waiting patiently for the next kick. The kicks are small but becoming more mighty as you enter your third trimester. Eddie is obsessed. He's obsessed with the baby, he's obsessed with you and your new body...if he didn't wait on you hand and foot, you'd probably get annoyed by the constant attention. 

Luckily, he leaves every day to work in the studio with his band to put the finishing touches on their new album. So you embrace your alone time. You spend a lot of time in the new nursery either decorating it, organizing it, or just sitting in it, daydreaming what it'll be like to fill it with the sounds, smells, and presence of the baby you've been brewing for most of the year. 

Just like your black wedding dress, the nursery would be anything but traditional. Blacks and grays were the colors. Gothic was the theme. Stuffed bats and bat related decor. The dark nursery had turned into the most aesthetically pleasing room in the whole apartment. Eddie questioned why you didn't go for pinks and frills for your baby girl but was excited that you let him be creative and create a room that represented the two of you. Because that's what the baby was, ultimately: a representation of the two of you. 

The next few months would be tricky with Eddie's job and your due date approaching. He would need to play late night shows and travel to promote the new album. The shared fear between the two of you is Eddie missing the birth. 

Your sex life has also become trickier. You're either not horny or he's too worried about being too rough with you so he avoids sex all together. Those insecure thoughts flood your mind at times, thinking he's repulsed by your fat body. You don't feel sexy like this and his lack of intimacy doesn't help. But what you don't realize is he's in love with your new, plump shape and he wants nothing more than to worship it. 

"Time for bed, mama," he says as he stands up, offering you two hands to help you off the couch. You brush off the salt that has gathered on your cleavage and waddle to the bedroom as he runs around, turning off lights and locking the door. 

You make it to the bathroom to brush your teeth and pee for the millionth time. Looking into the mirror, you take a moment to admire your buxom chest and, for once, the sight of yourself was turning yourself on. You delicately graze your nipples through the lace and your core shivers. Your tits had been off limits because of how tender they had become but now you craved the touch. It's been over a month since you'd been laid and you desperately needed it tonight. 

You appear in the doorframe, Eddie doing his nightly routine getting the bed ready. "Eddie..." you say quietly.

"Yes, princess.." he responds, not looking up at you. 

"Eddie...." you begin to pull the bralette over your head, feeling the weight of your heavy breasts.

Finally looking up at you, his eyes widen at the sight. You continue to slide the rest of your clothes off as he watches, you could've sworn a bit of drool formed in the corner of his mouth. "What's....what are..." he can't think straight. 

You walk over to him and press yourself against him as you shyly play with the drawstring on his sweat pants. You struggle to look him in the eyes, still unsure of your body. He pulls your chin to face him and asks "What do you need, baby?" 

"I need you..."

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt the baby or hurt you. If you're worried about me, it's okay. I can wait."

Frustrated, you pull away and start to gather your clothes. "If you just don't wanna fuck me, just say that. I know I look disgusting and..."

"Woah! Stop!" He grabs the clothes from your hands and throws them to the ground before bringing you in tight to him again. "You think I don't wanna fuck you? You think you're disgusting?"

You nod sheepishly. 

"Shit... I'm sorry if I've made you feel that way but you have it all wrong. I want you so bad. I just didn't want to hurt you or the baby. Last time we did it, you complained about it hurting and then you bled. I've been so terrified."

"The baby is fine. I'm fine. It's not always going to be comfortable but I need you."

"Have I not been showering you with attention?"

"You have but... not this way."

He guides you to the bed and lays you down. "Well then I'm sorry I've neglected you." He slides between your legs, hooks an arm under your knee, and places a trail of soft kisses down your neck. "I never want you to feel undesirable to me, especially when all I want to do is be inside you..."

Your toes curl at his words and your fingers dig into his scalp. You breath out "I know. I just...get in my head."

"And I know that. Sometimes I forget that you don't see yourself the way I see you." His mouth hesitantly makes it's way to your chest. Before wrapping it around your aching nipple, he looks up at you for consent. You nod, giving him the green light. It felt like fireworks against your skin when you feel his wet, warm tongue brush against your needy, neglected nipple. A gasp escaped your throat. He hummed against the skin. "Mmm...does mama like that?"

"Ah..yes..don't stop.." you whine out. 

One hand comes up to knead the one not in his mouth and his mouth begins to dance along the darkened areola. He sucks harshly and jerks his head in surprise. "Mama...I think your milk has arrived." He laughs as a blush of embarrassment splashes across your face. He hums again. "Fuck...it tastes so good."

You giggle. "You sicko." The more he sucks, massages, pinches.. the more wet and warm you become. You begin to heave harder and faster. Suddenly, you trap his hips between your knees as a wave of pleasure bursts through you. He hadn't even touched you down there but the sensitivity of your chest caused an unexpected orgasm. "Eddie..." you tap on his shoulder. "I came..."

"What?! Already? Fuck. You have felt neglected. I've got a lot of catching up to do..." He slips his pants down and gently lines himself to you, feeling how wet you are and whispering a fuck to himself. You wondered if he would last as long as you did.

Sliding into you with ease, he fills you up perfectly. You could cry at how good it feels. He takes his time and stands up straight to get a good look at you. 

"You okay?" He asks.

You nod and tilt your hips to encourage him.

His eyes roll to the back of his head as he allows himself to relax and enjoy the ride, trying not to worry about the safety of his unborn child. You both miss the days when he would tie you up or take a whip to your backside or even have a tight grip on your throat, cutting off just enough oxygen to send you into a different dimension. You miss the way he would speak to you, almost degrade you. But he couldn't bring himself to do that. Not right now. It would be impossible for him. 

He pulls out and curls up behind you, pushing back into you and bringing your leg up and around his hip. The feeling is tighter, the both of you groan at the new sensation. Somehow, this is more intimate. His arms wrapped around you, his face in the crook of your neck. He whispers praises against your skin. You twist your head around to catch his lips with yours. To speed up the process, he reaches down and draws circles around your clit. You knew he was close but he needed your orgasm first.

You begin to match his thrusts, sticking your ass out in rhythm. "Fuck, baby.... your ass is so soft and your cunt is so tight. I can't believe we went so long without this." His thrusts get sloppier before you feel his hot load shoot into you, triggering your orgasm. You both hold your breath at the climax and heavily exhale as you come down. He showers you with kisses and praises, like a lost puppy that found his owner. 

The next morning, you wake up realizing you both fell asleep in the position you finished last night. You can't remember anything that happened after your orgasm. You felt sticky and gross but Eddie was clinging to you in his sleep. You gently slide out of his embrace without waking him, an incredible feat with your size and lack of abdominal strength. 

All you wanted to do was hop in the shower. You needed to wash off the stickiness but you also needed to clear your mind. Slightly embarrassed by your neediness last night and coming to terms with the fact that you both needed to be okay without sex for long stretches of time. In the heat of your third trimester and the wait time after giving birth, not to mention how exhausted you'll both be taking care of a newborn and sneaking in time when you muster up enough energy. You had to be okay with the lack of attention. When the baby comes, there's a possibility you'll cease to exist to Eddie...he'll be so enamored with his daughter. 

You feel a cold breeze right before a pair of rough hands run along your hips and the smell of cigarettes and morning breath enter your senses from behind.

"Morning, princess."