The Chastity Belt Chapter 12

The Chastity Belt
Chapter 12

They came over around three. I introduced Amanda, commenting only briefly that she was my ex. Marcie brought out some hors d’oeuvre’s. We all chatted amiably, full of the holiday spirit, until it was time for dinner. I had to admit the ham smelled fantastic. Ben brought in the platter with the whole ham. It was covered thickly in a maple syrup glaze, and dozens of cloves were placed into parallel grooves he had cut into the ham. Ben removed several dozen cloves and expertly carved several slices for each of us. I could see Sheila beaming at her husband. I was praying the ham would taste as good as it looked. For once, my prayers were answered; it was the best, the most delicious ham I had ever eaten.
I wasn’t alone in my assessment. Ben received many compliments for his cooking, but he was not well. He began hyperventilating and might have become physically ill had Sheila not taken him into the next room.

I assured Stewart and Amanda that he’d be OK, “Sheila has a special treatment for him. They’ll be back in a few minutes.” Sure enough, he was. We did our best to be careful with him. We all knew how fragile he could be.

As Mary Lou had predicted, business was dead between Christmas and New Year’s Day. I was glad I’d given the staff the week off. The company could be pretty hectic at times, but it was great to have some time to recharge. We stayed home on New Year’s Eve, eating Chinese take-out and playing board games like Parcheesi. We had an absolute blast. It got even better when we played one of the Burns and Allen DVDs. Even Sheila noticed the similarity between Gracie and Marcie. I was glad for the rest because when we returned to work, the shit hit the fan.

The phone rang almost non-stop on January 2nd. I couldn’t believe how busy we were. I spoke to Stewart, and we agreed to suspend on-site work until things calmed down. We couldn’t afford to spend days doing nothing but traveling. I also arranged for Saturday work, promising two days off in the future for each one worked now. All our employees were salaried. As such, they weren’t entitled to overtime.

We were so busy that I completely lost track of time. One day, I think it was a Wednesday; Marcie reminded me that we had a doctor’s appointment the following afternoon. It skipped my mind until the next day, around 2:30 when Ben asked if he could leave an hour early. I OK’d it and stepped outside my office just in time to see Marcie gathering up her coat and hat. “I’m glad you remembered, Jack. Let’s go.” I closed my office and drove. Marcie and I had “practiced” every day as a missionary. Now, we were seeing her gynecologist. She was about two weeks late, so we were extremely hopeful.

I hated going to the doctor; it was usually a complete waste of time. I almost always knew my problem and what to do about it, so why bother? This time was the exception. We were hoping for the best news. We waited in the office for what seemed to be forever. Being the only male in the waiting room didn’t help, but suddenly, I found a familiar face. Ben and Sheila walked in, surprised to see us as we were to see them. We chatted until we were called, but neither of us said a word about why we were there. Dr. Mays had Marcie pee on several home pregnancy sticks. They all came up positive. She tested Marcie’s blood, and that was conclusive. We walked out hoping to see her mother, but they were obviously in one of the exam rooms, so we went home.

We sat there nervously, waiting for them. We were going to celebrate, and we wanted them to be with us. We were home perhaps an hour after hearing Mom call from the back door. She walked in and announced, “I have some news.”

“So do I,” replied Marcie.

“OK, you go first,” said Mom.

“No, you,” Marcie replied.

“Oh, geez, why don’t you go together, you know, at the same time?” I was getting frustrated.

They counted down together, “One…two…three…I’M PREGNANT!” I didn’t know who was more shocked. We all stood there for a minute until we rushed together, hugging and kissing and giving our mutual congratulations. When I thought we had calmed down, Marcie and Sheila hugged again and began jumping up and down, which only women can do.

I’d never thought that Sheila and Ben would have a child, but then I never thought they would marry, which shows how little I know about people. After all the jumping and hugging, we took Sheila and Ben to dinner. We talked then and throughout the night until we all had to get to sleep. Three of us had to work; we were still swamped. The biggest issue was where Sheila and Ben would live. The apartment was OK for one or two, but not for a growing family. A child would require another room that didn’t exist there. They needed a house, and I had just the one they needed.

I phoned Amanda and asked her to show the house to my in-laws. They liked it, especially the location close to work so Ben could run there and back on a lightly traveled road. There was a lot, but I already knew that, having grown up there. I agreed to buy and rent it to them for $100 a month.
Amanda was glad to be out of there, and I was pleased to own my family’s home again, so it was a win-win situation. Mom agreed to move into our place if needed during a business trip, although I wasn’t sure I wanted our baby left behind while we traveled.

Marcie and I wanted to celebrate our good luck, and that meant a night of really great sex. We were up so late the night we learned she was pregnant that we had to delay until the following night. We brought home sandwiches and salads from a deli so we wouldn’t waste a second. We were in the shower and out before eight and in bed when the living room clock struck the hour. I lay there on my side with Marcie, savoring the feel of her long, slender body against mine. We kissed often, telling each other how much we were in love. We must have cuddled for an hour when Marcie grew impatient. She threw her leg over mine, making her hot pussy accessible to me. Her hand guided me to her slit and into her core. I can’t say it was the best position lying on our sides like that, but Marcie’s pussy always felt…wonderful…fantastic, and this was no different. We moved slowly for several minutes, exploring the new sensations as we continued to kiss and rub our bodies against each other.

Without warning, Marcie pushed me onto my back. “I can get up here again now that I’m pregnant. I’ve missed it.” She straddled my hips and impaled herself on my thick cock. “I have missed this; it's not that missionary is bad. Any time your cock is in me is just so…it makes me tingle all over.”

I leaned forward to kiss her again. “It does a lot for me, too. Why do you think I want to do it all the time? Sure, I want to cum, who doesn’t? But with you, the journey is even better.” She fell forward and kissed me passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth and teeth as she gripped my head forcefully. When she finished, she sucked my lower lip into her mouth and nibbled gently. I had never been so turned on in my life. I drove my cock deep into her, precisely as she loved it. I was so vigorous that I lifted her off the bedtime and time again until I exploded into her. I could see her eyes flutter as her orgasm ripped through her body. She shook for several seconds before landing gently on my chest. I rubbed her back and kissed her cheek until she calmed down and rested. I told her over and over how much I loved her. I could never tell her often enough.

As did Ben, I became a frequent OB/GYN office visitor. That’s where I learned that women living together often find their periods coinciding. We had fucked every day for months, and so had my mother-in-law and Ben. We had no idea when Sheila or Marcie conceived, but we were amateurs. Dr. Mays had no trouble determining the date—not exactly, but within a day or two. Sheila had conceived almost a month to the day before Marcie. Her baby would be born in early September; Marcie was due four weeks later in October.

With all the growth in the company, I decided to implement a 401(k) program. The firm would match contributions up to $5,000. The match would reduce our profit, but the money went to the employees, so I doubted anyone would complain. We held a meeting late one afternoon once business had returned to normal. I opened the session and turned it over to Mary Lou for the details. “Welcome again, everyone—I have some news for all of you before we get to the gist of the meeting. I’m sure you’d like to know that Marcie and I are expecting.” I hesitated while everyone applauded. “And I know you’ll be thrilled to learn that Ben will also be a father.” This news was greeted by cheering. “Not only has Stewart recently married, but his wife is also pregnant.” I didn’t mention that he had married my ex--that was for Stewart to decide. Then, I turned the meeting over to Mary Lou.

I added two new employees and a new division, Training and Education, hiring two young and attractive female teachers. I wanted people who knew how to structure and evaluate lessons, and I could pay much more than the local school districts. Marcie teased me, but I knew what would hold the attention of our clients and guys. Then I decided we had enough, no more growth. We had forty-eight employees; that was probably more than I wanted. I learned that the more employees, the more problems there are. Thank God I had Mary Lou to deal with them.

Business was booming, so I decided to raise our rates. It was the first increase in more than four years, so none of the clients objected. I went on twenty client trips by July and took Marcie on all of them, but in July, I decided she had to stop. I wasn’t taking any chances with the health and safety of our child. We had a sonogram at four months, but we decided not to learn the baby’s sex. We knew that Sheila and Ben had made the same decision.

I knew that raising a baby would be a lot of work, but I never realized that the months before the birth could be hectic, too. Marcie wanted the room papered, so we had to pick out the pattern, and not knowing the sex meant the selection was difficult. Then there was the furniture; just picking that out took weeks. Marcie was also closely involved with her mother, which took up much of her time. I admit that as much time as we spent together, it was also a lot of fun. We were planning for our family…for our future together.

By July, Marcie was showing her pregnancy, her slender body bulging with the growing fetus. I teased her several times that she looked like an olive on a toothpick, the kind one would find in a martini. She scowled at me, and then we laughed, hugging and kissing madly. We always wound up in bed holding and touching and caressing and loving each other. We still saw Sheila and Ben often, but not every day we had when Sheila had lived with us. I turned the apartment into a home office and den. Marcie and I enjoyed sitting in front of the fireplace in the cool weather, the heat blowing out from the red-hot embers. We turned on the air conditioning in the summer and relaxed in the cool, climate-controlled room.
I was in my office at work one day in mid-July when Ben asked to see me. His face showed concern. I sat him at the conference table and asked Marcie to get us coffee. “What’s up, Ben? You look worried.”

“I am, Jack. It’s Sheila; she’s having trouble with the baby. Dr. Mays said it’s to be expected because of her age. I don’t know what to do. I’d be lost without her.”

“Don’t jump to conclusions, Ben. Women are much stronger than we are. We hate to admit it, but it’s true. Does Dr. Mays know how bad she is?”

“That’s what worries me, Jack. She won’t tell Dr. Mays. You know I can’t make her. What can I do?” I called Marcie to join us and explained the problem. I told her to take the afternoon off. She left immediately, taking my car.

Marcie returned just before five. “I hope I didn’t get Ben into trouble,” she told me. “I went to see her and forced her to see Dr. Mays immediately. She wasn’t pleased to hear about it. She’s ordered Mom to bed for the remainder of her term. Can I take some time off? I need to be with her. Let's tell Ben, too.” I called down to the mailroom; Ben almost ran to my office.

“Ben,” I began, “Marcie took Sheila to see Dr. Mays. She’s OK, but she has to stay in bed for the rest of her pregnancy. Marcie will take time off from work to help her. We’ll drive you home this afternoon. I know you’re concerned.” Ben was almost in tears as we left the building. He rushed into the house and ran into their bedroom. Sheila was there as he fell to his knees by the bed.

“I don’t blame you, darling. You showed incredible strength by telling Jack. You might have saved my life. I’m sorry I was so stubborn. Come here so I can kiss you.” They were long, deep kissing when Marcie and I walked in.

Marcie cleared her throat and smiled when they broke apart. “I’m glad you’re not angry at Ben, Mother. Shall I make dinner for you?” Ben thanked her again and said he would do it. Dinner was one of his responsibilities, and he enjoyed serving his wife every night. From now on, they’d eat here in the bedroom. We kissed Sheila and hugged Ben, then took our leave. Marcie told her she would be back at nine tomorrow morning.

The last two months of Sheila’s pregnancy was complex and a nightmare. I didn’t know if she would make it, but somehow she did. The baby, a beautiful girl, was taken by C-section to save Sheila from the stress of natural birth. Dr. Mays tied her tubes during the surgery. It was what Sheila and Ben wanted. Their love for each other was expressed daily; they wanted to continue once Sheila could. The threat of another pregnancy that could kill Sheila would ruin that and destroy Ben at the same time.

Marcie also struggled in the last month of her pregnancy. She wasn’t ill, but she was tired of carrying an extra twenty pounds around, tired of having to pee almost every hour, and tired of pain in her back. I was sympathetic, of course. I rubbed her feet and massaged her back. I ate her pussy until Dr. Mays forbade sex of any kind. Like many other women with their first child, Marcie was late, holding the baby for an extra ten days when Dr. Mays gave an ultimatum: she would induce labor if Marcie weren’t ready in another four days.

I was at work, and Marcie was at home resting when she called me. I ran out as I’d never run before. I tore home in the Porsche. I bundled her into the SUV. Getting in and out was much easier than 911. I phoned Dr. Mays on the way to the hospital. I just prayed it wasn’t false labor.
Marcie was taken to a room while I phoned Sheila. She was almost back to normal five weeks after the birth. She and Ben had named the girl Samantha Marcie Randolph, a beautiful name for a beautiful baby. I had tried to talk with Marcie about a name, but she refused until the baby was born. I turned to Marcie and held her hand. I wiped her forehead with a towel and brought her water to drink. I was there when Dr. Mays arrived. Her scrubs and cap showed she was ready. I excused myself to use the men’s room, and while I was gone, Marcie’s water broke. Now I was nervous. I phoned Sheila to tell her I didn’t know what else to do.
Marcie called me to her. “Please stay here next to me, Jack. I’ll need your strength to help me.” Marcie relied on me, and I was a nervous wreck. I stood by her head and kissed her cheek as I ran my fingers through her hair. I knew some fathers-to-be would take videos of the birth, but I thought that was in poor taste. Who could I show it to? Marcie would kill me. I’d rather be here to encourage her, hold her hands, and give her what little courage I had.

Dr. Mays walked out and returned ten minutes later with a nurse. Together, they measured how much Marcie had dilated. “It’ll be a while yet. Why don’t you get something to eat or drink, Jack?” I looked at Marcie, afraid to leave her side.

“Go ahead, darling. Please get me a Sprite with lots of ice.” She reached up to stroke my head. Great! She was soothing me. I kissed her and told her I’d return as soon as possible. I took the elevator down to the cafeteria. I debated whether I should get something to eat, deciding on a burger. It was likely to be a long night. I wolfed it down and ran back to the room.

Marcie laughed when she saw me, “You have ketchup on your shirt. I’m glad you had a bite. Dr. Mays told me not to expect anything for hours. She thinks the baby will come early tomorrow morning.” I pulled up a chair and settled in for the duration. Marcie and I chatted about everything and nothing. We talked about Samantha and how Ben was growing into his role as a father. He had been almost superhuman during the last weeks of Sheila’s pregnancy and the weeks since Sheila was still lying in bed. Sheila told Marcie about Ben changing Samantha’s diapers and bathing her. Unlike many fathers, he loved all the dirty work. Maybe it was part of his submissive nature, but he was on the way to being an outstanding father.

I had been there for quite a while with Marcie. Dr. Mays and the nurse were in and out, recording the frequency of Marcie’s contractions. I had no idea what time it was and was shocked when I checked my watch; it was almost eleven. We had been there for seven hours, and nothing much had happened. I could see Marcie was starting to experience some severe pain as the contractions became more substantial and more frequent. It began just before midnight. Marcie cried out in pain, and I became concerned until Dr. Mays arrived. “Stand by her, Jack. She’ll need you now. It’s begun. You’ll be a father soon.”

I held Marcie’s hands and encouraged her to push. She was wringing wet. I knew she was having a terrible time when she cursed me and screamed from the pain. Mercifully, it was soon over. I heard the first cry just after two. “You have a beautiful baby girl. She weighs…OK, seven pounds, eleven ounces, and wait until you see her head of hair…no doubt she’s your daughter Marcie.”

She brought the bundle to Marcie to hold. Oh God, she was so tiny. “What are we going to call her,” I asked Marcie.

“Amanda Jacqueline Anderson,” she whispered.

“What?”

“Stop and think, Jack. Open your mind and your heart.” I did, closing my eyes to concentrate. I looked back into our past. I saw that my soul was dark black as pitch, with thoughts of hatred and revenge against my wife and her lover. Slowly, I saw that darkness disappear, replaced with the bright, pure light of Marcie’s love. I learned to forgive and to love. Opening my eyes, I looked down at Marcie, smiled, and nodded. I leaned down to kiss her and tell her again how much I loved her.

I hope all that read this enjoyed it as I did writing it.