Hope (closed)

[deilweg]

Francois felt his eyes moisten. He couldn't believe what was happening.

"Baby?" he thought. He was going to have a baby with Vivienne - sweet Vivienne. He remembered all those times that they talked about babies and children. Everytime they finish making love, they would talk about her getting pregnant. He felt elated, but he wanted to hear it from her. Her words meant much to him than anything else in the world.

His thoughts took him back to when he was 15, she was there in the afternoon sun. They both were lying down, looking up at the big oak tree - it's leafs fluttering in the breeze. They held their hands like they do.

"What kind of kids do you want, when you get married?" he had asked.

Vivienne had turned around and given him a look that said she was amused, but not sure if she wanted to answer it. She was blushing.

"What kind of a question is that Francois?" she had asked him, with a chuckle.

"I don't know, I just thought.." he stopped. "I want a girl child, a beautiful girl...like you." he finished.

"Really?" Vivienne asked with a surprise in her tone.

"Yes" said Francois, unsure. Vivienne turned her eyes upwards to the fluttering leafs. "I think I will like a girl child too."

Francois was jolted back to reality when he felt tears streaming down his cheeks as he held on to her slender palm with both of his.

"Oh! Vivienne!" he cried "What have I done?" he had started panicking when he thought of the violence he had put her through few hours before.

What if he had hurt the baby in her?

 

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Vivianne could hear the quiet cries from her husband and she opened her eyes, looking up at him with a slow, drugged smile. He looked panicked, worried and she wanted to do whatever she could in her current state to soothe him.

“I’m glad you came back, my love.” She said softly as he held her hand. “I know you’ve heard the news. I had wanted it to be your Christmas present. I wanted to surprise you with our baby on Christmas Eve.”

Her voice was slurred and drowsy, her eyes fluttering close briefly before she opened them again and gazed up at him. She sighed and felt so weak and tired. She wanted his warmth pressed against her.

“Hold me, Francois.” She whispered as the doctor and Papa Auguste left the room. “Hold me and never let go.”

 

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Francois slipped into the bed with her and moved close to her. He put a hand on her face and watched her eyes drooping close.

"I am so sorry my love." he said "I don't know what came over me then."

He stroked her hair. "I am so happy that we are going to have a baby. When you get better I will throw a grand party for our friends" He smiled at her. "I want to make you happy"

He closed his eyes and lie there listening to her soft breathing. He gently touched her belly and caressed it. "A baby!" he thought and he felt elated.

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne grew stronger from that day forward under the loving care of Francois. Christmas was a joyous time as they stayed in bed, talking about the future and their hopes for the baby. Vivianne smiled each time he caressed her belly and each kiss they shared.

Shortly after the new year, Francois had announced a large party to celebrate their news. Vivianne was looking forward to announcing their child to the world. She was amazed each day with the way that her belly swelled as their baby grew. She was having a hard time fitting into her gowns and Francois had ordered an entire new wardrobe to be prepared for her.

The morning of their party dawned cold, a fresh snow on the ground. Many of their friends were coming and she couldn’t wait for the dancing and celebrations that were going to occur. She woke that morning to the baby gently kicking against her belly and she smiled to herself, hugging the little life close as she turned to see Francois still asleep.

She had a wicked idea and pulled the covers from his body, admiring his naked form and his semi hard cock. She leaned forward and placed her lips around him, sucking and licking as she worked him to full hardness.

 

[deilweg]

The day approached faster than he thought. His world was becoming bigger, better and more beautiful as the days grew nearer. The baby would be born soon - hopefully a baby girl. A girl who looked liked her mother. As each day went forward, the anticipation grew in him about his future child.

The big party he had planned for the announcement had a guest list that had half of Paris' millionaires, philanthrophists, artists, business men, singers, dancers and a good number of politicians as well. Papa Auguste went crazy when he told him how much he happy he was. His happiness always made the house happy. A few more days to go for the big day.

But tonight, when he felt Vivienne's sucking his cock, the only thing that remained in his mind was the sensation of her lips on his hardness. The feel of her hand on his cock - stroking him, egging him to the finish line. It has been so long since he had had a woman and it showed in his half asleep moans and groans, constantly calling out her name asking her to not stop. He wanted her more than ever. He could wait for eons for it. But seeing her as fired up as he was, he held her head down and pushed his hardness deeper into her mouth. He wished to cum inside her, but he knew he had to be gentle when she is carrying a baby.

"Je t'aime. S'il vous plaît ne vous arrêtez pas. (I love you so much. Please don't stop" he moaned loudly as he started thrusting his cock faster.

He wanted her body, but he wouldn't know how to tell her that.

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne loved the moans of her husband and the constant motion of his hips as he pressed her head over his cock. She moaned as she sucked him lovingly but she wanted more from him. She pulled her head off his cock and grinned up at her husband, crawling up his body to claim his lips in a passionate kiss.

“Je t’aime, Francois.” She said softly as she straddled his hips and slowly sank back on his cock. The swell of her belly was proudly on display and she took his hands and placed them on her larger and more sensitive breasts.

“Je t’aime.” She said again, all of that love and want showing in her eyes as she shifted her hips over his cock, moaning at he feel of him stretching her tight walls and giving her the pleasure that she’d missed so much.

 

[deilweg]

Francois opened his eyes gently from the half asleep state they were in and found his wife riding him gently. Her pregnant belly thrusting forward and her head arched back while she gently fucked his cock.

He didn't want to rush, he didn't want to risk getting her ill in any form. He let her control the speed, let her do what she liked the way she liked it. She placed his hands on her breasts. He gently squeezed them as he felt her lactating breast spill some of it's milk inside her arms, dripping down the length of his arm. It felt incredibly erotic as he imagined making her stand on all fours and milk her breasts. His cock grew a bit more harder inside her.

He looked at his wife's beautiful, radiant face and felt the pleasure he was feeling right now.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Oh Francois, this feels so good.” She moaned as she lifted and lowered herself over her husband’s hard cock. She sighed at the way that he squeezed her nipples, the sweet milk leaving her and dripping over their skin. She looked down at him as she felt his cock jerk inside of her and she knew that he wanted something more.

“Tell me what you want, Francois. Don’t be shy.” She said in a husky voice wanting nothing more than her husband to take control and fuck her hard and long. She wanted him in the worst way possible.

 

[deilweg]

Francois heard her ask for his words, and he knew he could drive her mad with lust if he did say what he wanted.

He squeezed her breasts a bit more before pulling her down to him - her ear close to his mouth. He pulled his head up slightly and whispered:

"I want to milk your breasts dry." he said, his breath quickening thinking of what he was doing to her. "I want to bend you over and fuck you hard." he said clenching his teeth to show her how badly he wanted to fuck her.

He kissed her cheeks. "I want to cum deep inside you. I want to cum all over your breasts. I want to cum inside your mouth."

He knew he was driving her mad, but he loved the tortured look on his wife's face - no doubt thinking about all that he said.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Please Francois. All of that and more.” She whimpered as he pulled her down to whisper in her ear. Her face was filled with lust and she wanted him in the worst way possible.

“Please make me your whore.” She whispered in his ear. She hadn’t used the word since the night he went mad but it was the only thing that came to mind with all of the thing that he was suggesting.

“Bend me over on the bed and milk me, my love. Fuck me until I can’t breathe. Cum in my and all over my breasts. Cum on my belly.” She continued to grind against his cock as her belly was pressed to his.

 

[deilweg]

The word “whore” hit him, but not as much as it did last time - almost as if he was prepared for it. The memories always falter him. He had trained himself to not feel so insecure about it with his wife. He trusted her to let it affect him so.

His wife wanted him. She wanted his cock and she wanted him to give her a good fuck and he wanted to give her a good fuck too.

He gently prompted her to get off of him, careful to keep the baby safe. He got up on his knees and asked her to bend over and stay on all fours. He saw her in the position, her breasts bigger than ever hanging from her and her pregnant belly pulling her down. He gently placed both his hands around her breast and pulled it down, his fingers wrapped around her hard nipple. He pulled it down as much as he can and let go gently pushing her breast up. He did that again, trying to make her lactate for him. He wanted to see her milk ooze from her breast and wanted to taste it - for some reason he found that incredibly arousing. He continued his milking and moved his tongue closer to her nipple. He closed his lips around her nippled and continued to massage her breast gently with his hand first, then with a bit more pressure.

A drop fell on his tongue and it tasted incredibly sweet. He kept milking her and tasting her while his free hand played with her other breast. He spotted a few drops on it’s fingers and moved them close to her mouth. He wanted her to taste it as well

 

[heartofcourage]

Vivianne smiled in triumph as he motioned for her to get off. She slid off his cock and presented herself to him on her hands and knees. She sighed as she felt his hands cup her breasts, pulling down on one until his fingers pinched her hard nipple. She moaned, her hips wriggling as he pinched and pulled her nipples until sweet milk appeared.

“Drink, Francois.” She said in a breathless sigh, his lips closing over her nipple until she cried out in joy. It was such an erotic moment, one that she never wanted to end. “Yes…” She hissed between clench teeth as he kept milking her, his free hand playing with her other breasts.

She parted her lips as his fingers came close and she sucked and licked at his fingers. Her milk was sweet and warm, making her even wetter as he enjoyed himself at her breast. “Oh, Francois…je t’aime.” She whimpered, her head tipping back as her fingers curled into the fabric of the bed.

 

[deilweg]

Francois watched her squirm in pleasure. He let go of her breast and slid his hand down to her wet pussy. He pushed his middle finger inside her sloppy cunt. It felt slippery. He shifted himself on the bed until he was behind her. From where he sat he could see her dripping cunt inviting his cock. He placed his hand between her legs and gently stroked her pussy lips. He felt his cock harden. His cock yearned for her cunt and he didn't want to wait. He placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy. He rubbed the head of his shaft on her pussy lips and waited for her signal.

 

[heartofcourage]

The first touch of his fingers against her wet pussy made Vivianne moan loudly. She titled her hips as his finger sank deeply into her body, caressing her walls with a familiar rhythm. She sighed, knowing that he was looking at her so intimately and she loved every moment of it. He caressed her pussy, his cock replacing his fingers as he rubbed the smooth head against her lips.

“Yes, love. Yes!” She cried out, moaning loudly as he pushed into her with a smooth motion. “Oh, Francois!”

 

[deilweg]

"I love you so much.." said Francois before he thrust his throbbing hardness into her gently until he was fully in.

He waited to see if it was making her uncomfortable before pulling it out and pushing it back in. He did this a few times for her to get used to his hardness inside her before he leaned forward and kissed her backside, kissed her hips and straightened up ready to fuck her like she wanted him to.

He groped her breasts with his hands and thrust his hips forward and backward in rhythmic motion gently first.

"Do you like that my whore?" he asked her choking a bit on the last word. He was still not comfortable calling her anything like that, but she wanted it and he was going to give it to her.

He squeezed her breasts a bit more tighter before he started pushing in harder inside her. He wanted to fuck her like she was his slut, like how he fucked whores back in the days - to use her body for his pleasure.

He pulled out his cock almost fully before he rammed it hard inside her cunt. He wanted to hear her beg for it. He did it again and again - each time thrusting deeper, each time his balls slapping on her delicious ass. He paused so he doesn't cum so quickly - just a moment for the rising lust in him to whimper down all the while squeezing her nipples, pulling them down and let the milk from them drip down on the sheets.

He waited for her to beg him to not stop. He wanted to see her become a slut begging to be fucked, a whore to be used by him - her master.

 

[heartofcourage]

The feel of her husband stretching her tight pussy made her cry out in pleasure. It had been a long time since they had been together intimately but when they came together it was so explosive. His lips were trailing over her back, pressing intimately against her skin until he straightened up and started to thrust into her.

“Oh, Francois.” She moaned as his hands gripped her breasts and held her tight, his hips grinding against hers as he gave her what she wanted. “Yes, my love. I’m your whore.” She moaned, knowing that he was still uncomfortable with that word. It made her heart soar that he trusted her to begin to explore that side of themselves.

Then he started fucking her in earnest. She cried out in pleasure, her hips thrusting back to meet his pace. He was driving her crazy, making her dizzy with the pleasure of what they were doing.

“Yes!” She cried out as he milked her and fucked her hard. “Give me your wonderful cock, Francois! Please! I need to be fucked!”

Her words spurred him on and she moaned loudly as he used her. He was her master, her husband, her lover, and she was his completely body and soul.

 

[deilweg]

Francois heard her slutty moans and found himself becoming more aroused. His hurt at remembering Vivienne's past somehow appeased by the way his wife longed for him to treat her so.

Now she is his whore. Now she is his slut. She craves for his cock alone, and she enjoys his hands on her breasts.

The thought of all of that made him pump her harder, made him squeeze her harder. Made him want to cum deep inside her cunt.

He held her by her hips, resting his hands between the side of her swollen belly and her waist and thrust himself deep inside her resting his cock for a while before pulling it out gently.

He rubbed his erect cock against the lips of her cunt trying to get her more wet than she was, before ploughing it in again.

"Oh! Vivienne!" he moaned. "You feel so good!"

He wished he could speed up and ram into her and fuck her hard, but he was scared to hurt the baby growing inside her.

 

[heartofcourage]

Every little thing that he did made Vivianne moan and squirm in his gentle grip. She could feel his fingers tighten into her skin when she mentioned being his whore. The word still held a world of hurt for him, but it made her feel so erotic to say it to him. She was his slut. She was also his wife and the mother of his child. He was a kind and considerate man that had a dark side that needed to be fed from time to time.

She squealed when he teased her pussy with his cock, getting her even wetter before he ploughed inside her depths. He was too gentle with her though. She needed him rough and dominating.

“More, Francois. More!” She cried out as he hesitated and moaned along with her. “Please. You won’t hurt either of us. Please give me what I need.”