Love In Rewind (25 page)

I blushed, realizing someone could see that tape.

"Relax … I'm the only one with access to that footage."

I exhaled, relaxing at the thought of our crude act staying private.

"I can't go back to work after that," Louis said, running his fingers up and down my satin corset.

"Your receptionist calls you Louis and not Mr. Bruel. Why?"

"I don't like when young girls call me Mr. Bruel. It makes me feel like a molester."

I shot him the look of death and got off his lap before he had a chance to stop me.

"Em, it's not like that."

"Didn't you tell me those same words before you humped me in your car?"

He got up to come after me. He wrapped his hands around me engulfing me from behind.

"The only person I ever want to molest is you. Please, never think I could possibly want anyone but you."

I really believed him that day. I would never want another man and was certain that my gorgeous husband felt the same way about me. I guess it's true what they say about blondes; we're not the sharpest tools in the box.

Almost legal... and pregnant

A
fter being married a little less than a year Louis and I found out we were going to be parents. I think we went through seven pregnancy tests and even after that we were both still in denial. Our plan was for it to be just the two of us for at least two years before we started thinking about kids. I wasn't on the pill and Louis refused to even look at a condom.

My sister and Mike were having trouble conceiving and we didn't think it could just happen to us without us trying. Thinking back, that was really silly of us. It's not like we were only having sex once a week. We were sometimes fornicating several times a day. Of course we would inevitably make a baby.

I secretly told JenJen, Sara, and my mother, but Louis didn't know. I remember Eddie telling Louis once he found out we were expecting, that we'd have to postpone my twenty-first birthday party. My due date was July 1
^st
, which would mean that on my twenty-first birthday I would already have a little baby in my arms. We had a big party planned out where we'd all congregate in Las Vegas for the weekend and get obliterated on alcohol. Sara and I were especially excited that we could finally drink legally. So what did I do? I went and got myself knocked up.

"You are such a stupid cow. First you marry the first gorgeous millionaire you meet and now you go and start having his beautiful kids." Sara always made me laugh. I was always shocked at the stuff that came out of her mouth. How could someone who looked elegant and sweet have such a colorful tongue?

"You're just upset about Vegas. You could still go and drink yourself into a coma without me."

"First of all, my birthday is before yours and second, Eddie promised to take me to Amsterdam where, no question, I'm getting high. Thirdly, the only way I'm going to Vegas is with my favorite bitch. I'm not interested in getting drunk on my own. I can do that in New York every day."

"Thank you for holding off on Vegas until we can enjoy it together."

"No worries; once you become a mommy I promise me and Guns N' Roses will take you to
Paradise City
.
"
She smiled her mischievous, cute little pouty smile at me.

We were hanging out on my seventh floor outdoor treetop terrace, all bundled up in our jackets. It was a few days before New Year's Eve and my one-year wedding anniversary. Sara was back home from Brown University and we'd just had a Christmas tree delivered upstairs. We were both Jewish but just like every Jew in Manhattan around holiday time, we too wished we could have a Christmas tree to call our own. We settled for having a New Year's tree that we got to decorate. This year the theme was liquor. We decorated the whole massive seven-foot tree in little chocolate liquor filled bottles and tiny little lights.

"I can't believe Louis and I are going to be parents."

"You have been shocking me from the day we graduated high school. I would never in a million years have thought that you would fall so hard and so fast for the first guy who shoved his tongue, among other things, down your throat. It's like someone pushed a button and life just started for you. I wish I could find that same button. I'm sick of the losers I keep ending up with."

Sara had been serial dating her way through the last two years of her higher education. You couldn't tell by looking at her how promiscuous she really was. Sara lost her virginity at fifteen to her brother's best friend, Jeffery. I'm the only person besides Sara and Jeff who knows that. I promised to take their secret to my grave. Eddie, for one, would break Jeff's dick off. So would Jeff's wife, who was his girlfriend at the time he and Sara had sex. Well, I know they secretly still fucked but Sara was tight lipped about that, knowing I'd rip her a new asshole for sleeping around with a married man.

"I'm sure you'll find a nice guy. Stop dating random jerks and your problems are solved."

"I don't want a nice guy. The nice ones are boring and suck balls in the sack. I need someone hot who knows how to use his big penis."

This girl had no filter. Even though I thought that, I would never say it out loud. That's why we were best friends; Sara could say what I thought better than me.

"Okay, Sara, I'm sure you'll find a hot dangerous guy with a big dick who knows how to use it."

Of course, that's when my husband decided to sneak up on me from behind to check up on my New Year's tree-decorating progress.

"I hope you were describing me, little girl."

"Who else, Louis? You're the only dick I know."

"Very nice. And let's work on keeping it that way." Louis kissed the top of my head. He pulled Sara in for a group hug. "Sara, if you want I can introduce you to a few dicks I know."

"Thank you my wonderful friend-in-law. I think I will stick to fetching my own dick on my own time."

Louis then eyed our beautiful tree, raising his eyebrow at it. "Why is the tree covered in little chocolate bottles?"

"It is in honor of our upcoming twenty-first birthdays. But thanks to you knocking me up, now I won't be drinking." I made a sad face at Sara for a full theatrical performance.

"You two are making a real meal of this drinking shit. Sara, you have been drinking since starting Brown and Em, you hate the taste of alcohol. Who cares how old you are?"

"Louis, don't be a crab. It's just symbolic. You're just too old to remember turning twenty-one," Sara retorted, trying to stand up for our choice of tree ornaments this year.

"I see two Jewish American Princesses decorating a Christmas tree on New Year's. What does that symbolize?" Louis asked, laughing and pointing to our beautiful New Year's tree. Louis didn't get me at all.

"It symbolizes that I have an ass for a husband." I was about to storm off and go back inside when he pulled me into him. He put his hands around my waist and cupped my growing belly.

"It only symbolizes how much I love my crazy wife who celebrates every goddamn holiday under the sun." He leaned down to kiss the area right under my ear, which sent a jolt of heat right to my crotch. I could hear Sara groaning her disgust in the background. But I was already melting into my husband's touch. All he needed to do was touch me, and the whole world vanished.

"I'm out of here. I'm not into watching without participation!" Sara called out before I heard the sound of the elevator gate slam shut behind her. I said bye silently in my head.

"Why do you always make my friend leave?"

He continued nuzzling down my neck, moving whatever came in between his lips and my skin.

"I didn't make her leave baby. She could've stayed and watched, but she said she wasn't into that. Now where should I fuck my wife?"

"Bed please…"

****

I loved being pregnant. Louis and I were both surprised at how sexy he found my body during pregnancy. It was spring in New York. We flew to our villa in Turks and Caicos to escape the city life a little. I was about six months pregnant. Other than my growing tummy and overfilled boobs I didn't seem pregnant. My face and legs were still skinny, and I really didn't get bloated.

"How is it possible that I find you more attractive with a huge belly? It should be wrong for me to want to fuck my pregnant wife in the positions that I have you in my head."

I was just waking up from a restful night. My sleep position of choice pre-pregnancy was on my stomach. However, at six months pregnant I became more of a back sleeper. Waking up on my back had its advantages. Louis always got up before me to run. While in Turks he would run on the beach. Lately I'd noticed he'd been skipping his running routine in order to administer the most sinful wakeup calls for his pregnant wife. A few nights earlier I'd woken up to him halfway inside me. I was startled by the intrusion but my husband assured me that he had made sure I was dripping wet and ready for his needy cock. That morning Louis was lying beside me running his fingers up and down my naked blooming belly. I could tell he really was struggling with himself for finding my new body appealingly sexy.

"The doctor said we don't have to abstain from any sexual activity. So we could fuck away."

"Knowing that my seed did that to you is intoxicating. It gives me such a high to mark you like that for everyone to see. Em, I love how voluptuous you are everywhere. Will you let me do whatever I want to do to you?"

"My body is at your disposal. Lick it, suck it, and fuck it as much as you want. Just don't hurt the baby."

I was insatiable before I was pregnant. Now the pregnancy hormones definitely made me a total nympho. I wanted Louis to make love to me all the time. He was only too happy to oblige. My biggest craving was not for food these days, but for my husband's cock, preferably in my mouth. I did have to pee every hour so that was the only downside to
being with child
, as Louis liked to say.

"Before you get too excited I need to go take care of business. I don't want to pee on you or the bed."

"If you're not back by the time I count to twenty I'll have you suck me off while you're peeing."

I ran to the bathroom. I could hear Louis counting out loud. I wanted to goad him a little so after I finished I just closed the lid and stayed there waiting for him to storm the bathroom.

"…18, 19, 19 and 1/2, 19 and 3/4, 20 … sweet Emily, ready or not, my hard cock and I are coming to get you."

I was sitting on the toilet over a closed lid. He came in dick in hand as promised. The vision of this beautiful, naked, virile man all tanned smooth and muscular standing before me wearing only a silver necklace that I gave him for his thirtieth birthday would be too much for any woman. His hair was a sexy mess and his unshaved jaw gave him that extra sexy edge that promised roughness. For the millionth time since I'd first laid eyes on Louis Bruel I thought how it wasn't fair for one person to be this devastatingly handsome. He was stroking his long thick cock from root to tip. I was innocently sitting, smiling, and minding my own business, just waiting for him to attack. I could see his eyes travel from my eyes down to my impossibly huge breasts down to my growing stomach and finally to my exposed sex. I could see my husband's trigger points; boobs, stomach, pussy, and go…

"Are you fucking with me, little girl? The only one doing the fucking here today will be me fucking your brains out."

He knew how hot I got when he talked dirty to me. Louis had never been anything but perfect to me in bed. He couldn't hurt me even if he tried. He walked over to me and kneeled down to kiss me tenderly. He left my lips to caress my aching breasts. He was handling them with such care you'd think they were rare jewels, running his fingers and lips all around them. He pushed them together and inhaled my scent. He squeezed both nipples between his fingers and I moaned in ecstasy. We really were obsessed with each other. He lowered himself further down and kissed my belly, whispering his love to our little baby growing inside me.

He glanced back up at me from under his thick dark eyebrows. I was cupping his cheeks with both hands, waiting for a full smile, dimple included. My wish was granted. I kissed my favorite dimple. Louis got up and took his massive erection with both hands. He was towering over me, his dick in line with my face. I could feel his asshole persona re-emerge. No more mister nice guy. I would now be dealing with Louis Bruel Hotshot Millionaire.

"Suck my dick … NOW!"

Wow, hello Mr. Asshole. Well, I guess we need two to play this game.
"And if I don't want to suck your dick, Mr. Bruel?"

"Baby, I can see your mouth salivating. You would swallow my dick whole if you could. Don't be coy with me; open your mouth and take what's yours."

"Say please."

"Please suck my dick, Mrs. Bruel. Now!"

I went to work giving my husband what he likes to refer to as:
the best blowjob of his life
. I sucked him into my mouth so deeply I was afraid he'd get stuck in my throat. The cause of death would be
suffocation by spousal cock.
I worked his shaft thoroughly, licking every inch and sucking every exposed surface, scrotum included. After he brutally came and poured himself savagely inside my mouth, he lifted me off the toilet. I was hoisted up with Louis' forearms sliding under my parted knees. I grabbed his neck as he effortlessly supported all my weight and carried me spread eagled back towards our bed.

Louis didn't put me down. He lowered me down his body before plunging his once again hard cock inside my sprawled pussy. He was moving me up and down while I held on to him by his hair. My stomach was blocking my view. I needed a visual so I could let go and give in to the raging climax Mr. Asshole had ignited.

"Louis, I want to see you doing me. I can't see anything, my belly is in the way."

Still holding me suspended over his half submerged cock he walked us into our mirrored colossal closet.

"How's that baby? Now you can see me fuck you hard."

This was exactly what I needed. I could see us from every angle. I saw how his butt muscles flexed every time he plunged inside me. His balls were hitting my ass with each jolt of his cock. He was relentless, driving himself into me like a machine. I had our image imprinted in my head. I started to close my eyes and was about to let go.