I Had No Choice 1.5

IHNC 1.5

(For those who have read my first stories, I’ve decided to add some added content to fill in some gaps in the story that the main character Ed is not telling, they will all be titled with a .5 where they go in the storyline.)

(These events are from the viewpoint of Rachel Font, the pregnant wife of Edward)

“Damn it! Not again…,” I moaned as I held myself up against the kitchen counter.

The girls were wrestling again, stretching my already overloaded uterus to new levels of pain. And at the same time the pressure and movement over my cervix made my pussy convulse with waves of pleasure. This was a nice side effect to help make the pain bearable, but always soaked my thighs each time it happened. The doctor’s said I’d experience severely decreased sexual desire during the third trimester. Shows what a bunch of men know about women’s bodies!

I was only wearing a fuzzy moo-moo nightgown, since all my other clothes didn’t fit any more. I’d gotten some dresses I’d gotten for the few times I had to go out in public, which was rare since I’d felt like such an ugly whale. But my hand, with practiced movements, quickly went down under my dress and stretched to reach past my giant belly and could just barely touch my swollen clit.

Electric shocks of pre-orgasmic bliss rocketed through my whole body. It was getting more and more difficult to reach my button, and almost more work than it was worth, but it didn’t take long for my quick, hard frigging to get me off. Convulsions shook my body, and stars appeared before my eyes. After a few minutes I waddled to the bathroom, got some toilet paper, and cleaned up my expelled juices as best as I could and though about my present life.

Having kids was always my dream, and I knew it’d be worth it in the long run, but these mini-orgasmic flashes where driving me insane! I was almost dying to just beg Ed for sex, even though the doctors had warned against it in the third trimester due to overtaxing my body with it being twins.

In the early weeks of the morning sickness, while jarring at first, quickly went away, and just proved I was pregnant, giving me endless joy. Sex those next few months had been the best Ed and I had ever had. He never seemed to want children as much as I did, but after I told him that first night or lovemaking always seemed hotter. Maybe it was just hormones, but I think Ed was just a bit lustier as well.

Then when we found out it was twins at the beginning of the second trimester, I creamed my panties every time he touched me. I had probably worn him out though, because he seemed to breathe easier when the doctors told us to refrain from sex a few months ago. It was for the heath of my babies, and I tried not to seduce him as often. And my distended belly that grew daily helped deter me from sex with Ed as I’d never felt so unsexy in my life, but when the hot flashes hit me I’d masturbate until I got some release. It didn’t matter where I happened to be in the house; bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, hallway… wherever, whenever, all the time.

I was told 40 weeks is the “normal” pregnancy, but that always goes out the door with twins the doctors said. Just not enough room in there for them both to go full term I guess. So while I’m expecting to deliver early, maybe around week 36 to 38, I’m charted at week 33 so far. And even though I love children, and have a day job as a kindergarten teacher, I’ve been out of work on maternity leave for about a month now.

Ed has been great with me. He puts up with all my mood swings, crazy appetites, and had been massaging me every night after he got back from work as a High School Algebra teacher. It was Friday afternoon, and I was looking forward to a weekend of Ed taking long and good care of me when the mother of one of his student’s called me. Introducing herself as Judy Whitman, she asked me to dinner with her and her daughter, who had asked Ed to tutor her for her SAT’s. I tried to get out of it by telling her there was no way I could drive in my state, but she has insisted so sweetly and offered to come pick me up, that I had no choice but to accept the invitation. She Ed was there and already tutoring her daughter, Becky.

I dressed in one of my nicest new maternity dresses that made me look like a pretty blimp, and slipped on my most comfortable shoes, which were now just barely able to fit on my swollen feet. There was a knock on the door and there was a beautiful redheaded woman just a few years older than me.

I opened the door and before I could even get a word out Judy was already introducing herself, complementing my dress, and soon I found we’d been sitting in my living room and had talked away an hour. She had the cutest bright green eyes that complemented her fiery red hair, and still kept her trim figure of her youth, despite having a child very early in her life.

Our chat informed me she had her child at the tender age of sixteen, so she was only thirty-three now, and her daughter had turned seventeen a few months ago. We then moved to talking about her experience with child birth, and the similarities and differences between our pregnancies.

It was then I asked her, “When you were at 30 weeks, did you experience any… urges down there?”

She laughed, “Oh, I felt like I had to pee all the time and had a bladder that only held a thimble-full.”

“Tell me about it! But that’s not exactly what I meant…”

She paused, and then a look of embarrassment crossed her face, “Oh, you mean…” I nodded meaningfully, “Oh… No, sorry. It was just pain to me and could wait to get her out of me.” I sighed and was going to change the subject, but she continued, “Tell me about it.”

I had been holding this in, not even telling Ed about it, and just had to get it off my chest. The words literally erupted out of me as I gushed my most private secret to this woman who was a complete stranger less than an hour ago. “Lately the twins have been twisting around, putting pressure on my cervix. Every time they do this though I get so wet and horny I just have to masturbate. A few weeks ago it wasn’t so bad, but now my belly is getting so big I’m having a hard time reaching around. I’m going crazy!”

“Oh, you poor thing,” she moved to sit next to me and hugged me. We cuddled for a few moments before she lifted up her arm and looked at her stylish watch. “Well I’ll make you a deal. Let’s go have dinner with Beth and Ed at my house and well continue this at another date.”

Embarrassed that I’d just overstepped the boundaries with this beautiful, and compassionate new friend, I nodded and cleaned up the emotional tears I hadn’t realized I’d shed.