Meeting with Gloria

Gloria’s changed from this morning. She’s got a tighter, lower cut top on, which gives you a nice view of her cleavage, and also points out she’s not wearing a bra. She’s sitting on the sofa in the back office, her legs crossed so that the short skirt bunches up to reveal the smooth skin of her thighs. Her hazel eyes are wide and full of trepidation. Your smile and kiss don’t calm her.

“You wanted to see me?” she starts.

“Yes.”

“Is it about Belka? I know the other girls think I’m hogging her, but I’m just trying to make her feel welcome. I know, maybe I should let the other girls play with her, but she’s got such a sweet pussy. I’ve never tasted anything like it.”

“I know I’ve tasted it.”

“She said. She was raving about what you did. It sounds to me, though, that you just did what comes normal to you. You didn’t really turn it on.”

“Probably true.” You know your skill in giving head. “But I didn’t call you to talk about Belka. Your sleeping arrangements when you’re not with me are your business. No, I called you here to talk about pregnancy roulette.”

“Oh. You’ve heard about it.”

“You thought I wouldn’t?”

“You said how we handle contraceptives is up to us.”

”That’s true, except?.”

“Except we can’t all get pregnant at the same time.”

“No, I said you must regulate your pregnancies. If you want children, I will support you. But as I said I want the children spread out. A small handful of toddlers, fine. But we all know as soon as children come, we’re going to have to adapt how we arrange things. There are certain things we allow at the moment we can’t when we have children in the house. And the more children the more care we’ll have to take.”

“And that’s what pregnancy roulette is about. There are only two packages of placebo each week.”

“Yes, but it changes each week, and though your cycles have synced, they’re not all happening in the same week. You have no control, and you’ve sacrificed that for your betting.”

“But the alternative was worse. We’d all be off the pill, because we all want to be the first to give you a child. You don’t understand how jealous we are of Melody. We all want your children.”

“Except Nekane.”

“She’ll crack. She will. Just imagining having your child growing inside us turns us all on.”

She’s not wrong. You can smell her arousal, a familiar smell.

“You can excuse it all you like, but we both know the main reason you did this is so you can run a book on pregnancy. If it was more organised, it wouldn’t be much of a game. And I’m disappointed that you kept this from me, because you knew I would disprove of it.”

God, she looks sexy when she looks chagrined. Admittedly she has to try hard not to look sexy, but the way she’s looking at you through her eyelashes while affecting a pout is getting you hard.

“So, I’m going to punish you for what you did, and I’m going to punish you for trying to hide it from me. With the proviso that I might punish you some more later if it turns out that too many of your fellow household members are pregnant.”

“You’re not going to **** us to abort?”

“No. I’ve always said, each of you can have as many children with me as you want, I’ll support every single one of them, because I love you, and I know I’ll love the children you give me.”

“How are you going to punish me?”