1. Like Pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle--Part 3


    Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Death, Domination/submission, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    do no wrong, winning a suit for 2.5 million dollars for my client. The firm would receive thirty-five percent, or $875,000 plus expenses—about a thousand dollars. Things only got better as I began to show and had to buy business suits for pregnant women. By then almost everyone in the courthouse knew I was expecting. I had an amazing stretch during those seven months, winning twenty-one straight suits and bringing in millions in fees. I was religious with my diet and exercise regimen, keeping my weight under control even as my breasts grew from C’s all the way to DD’s. Henry never failed to tell me how much he loved them, but Henry would say the same thing if they shrunk to A’s. He was more attentive than ever, even volunteering to take my urine several times when I had trouble moving to the toilet. Henry accompanied me to every OB/GYN appointment and I knew he was looking forward to the sonogram. He was eager to buy furniture for the baby’s room and he had learned to hang wallpaper online so he was desperate to learn the baby’s sex. We spent more than an hour in the waiting room that Wednesday morning. Henry had taken a personal day. As a partner I just took the day off. I was relieved when Dr. Groenke finally walked in. She spread the gel on my abdomen and ran the sensor over my swollen tummy. “Do you want to know the sex?” I could see Henry chomping at the bit even though I knew he would remain silent. “Yes,” I stated much to his relief. “It’s a…girl. Sorry about that, ...
    but I can’t resist a pregnant pause.” Neither Henry nor I laughed. It was a really lame joke. All the same we were relieved. Henry would never say a word, but I knew he was praying for a baby girl—a mini-me to hold and love and teach. I could already see him teaching her the alphabet and her numbers and reading her to sleep every afternoon and every night. Henry was 176 pounds of love. That’s basically all I heard at his school’s Christmas party. Virtually every teacher and administrator told me over and over how much they loved working with Henry. “He’s the only person I’ve ever met who never gets angry,” one of the teachers told me. “He’s so cooperative,” were another’s words. “He’s always the first to volunteer,” his principal mentioned in addition to numerous other laudatory remarks. I had a feeling that Henry would be sorely missed. Later in December we attended my firm’s party. It was much more lavish—the ballroom at the Waldorf Astoria—but I’d had a better time at Henry’s. There was no hiding in anonymity this time around. I was a partner and very well known. I even had a nickname—the “tiger shark.” I thought it was apt. We sat with my parents and grandparents. Henry and I danced several times, but only to slow tunes. In a rare act of defiance Henry had refused the fast ones. Even my threats of a paddling didn’t deter him. “I don’t want to take a chance on you falling. You could get hurt and the baby….” I was just about to scold him when one of the young secretaries did ...
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