Family Dinner

I learned fairly quickly that pregnancy wasn't fun. It wasn't fun for Kate, and it wasn't fun for me. The nausea was one thing, Kate was a little miserable with that but she never let it ruin her day, no, the real problems started once the hormones came into effect.

Kate was normally a quiet, funny, intelligent person who held an air of zen about her in all things. Truly, I thought my wife was the most chilled out and well rounded human being I knew, whose benevolent wisdom was an example for us all. Then the mood swings came, her feet started to swell and midnight cravings came into full **** and she became the arbiter of Cthulhu himself.

Naturally, I bore all this with as much patience and understanding as I could, but I am only human. There were times when even I needed to get out of the house for a few hours and get away from the crushing pressure of married life.

And often, I found myself taking all my stress out on David's asshole.

I had been ashamed at first, cheating on my pregnant wife. But with each encounter that feeling began to fade and I came to realise that I needed this. Not so much the sex itself, though that was an added bonus given that Kate wasn't remotely interested right now. No, what I got from these couplings was a sense of control I never got anywhere else.

David was always willing, no matter when I called him or what he was doing. I knew that his feelings for me were genuine, and there were definitely more than a few issues that needed to be discussed regarding his envy towards Kate, but I also thought that he just honestly enjoyed being my mistress.

It was in the aftermath of one such encounter that I got a text from Kate, informing me that she had decided to go to my parents for a dinner party tonight and that I had to drop everything to come help her help my mom set up. Part of me wanted to curse the flights of fancy she was prone to with her pregnancy brain, but I couldn't get too worked up about it with my cock buried to the hilt in David's ass.

"Mmmm what does the bitch want now?" David asked, laying on his side, with said cock still deep within him.

Not liking his tone, I reached down and roughly fondled his tight sack, promoting a gasp from my lover. "What have I told you about calling her that?" I moved my hand up and took hold of his wilting cock, giving it a playful tug. "We're having a party tonight and I need to get to my parents place and help set up."

David moaned a little in disappointment when I pulled my dick free, a glob of cum leaking out with it. He laid on his bed watching me in silence as I dressed, a curious look burning in his hazel eyes.

"You'll call me?"

I gave him an absent nod. "Yeah, probably in the next few days depending on how things are going."

David hummed thoughtfully. "And this party tonight...will Amy be there?"

That gave me pause, and caused a strange twist in my gut. "...yeah, she and my brother will probably be there. Why?"

He looked away, "no reason ...just..just curious."

There was more to it, I could tell, but I was too tired and in too much of a rush to stay and get it out of him. We kissed goodbye and then I was on my way home. Amy hadn't stopped being...well, Amy, but I wasn't so concerned about her these days. It had been months since the wedding and she hadn't shown anyone the video, or even brought it up in conversation when we were alone. Perhaps it was her newfound closeness with my mother that had managed to mellow her or out. Or perhaps it was that she had simply grown bored with her insane little games.

I got to my folks place and two hours of cooking and preparation later Kate and my mom had assembled a rather respectable meal that was ready to be served right as the guests started to arrive. Amy and my brother were coming, whilst Kate had only her younger brother Jimmy to represent her side of the family.

The meal started off great. The food was good, the house was warm despite the rain and wind we were having outside and the booze gave everyone a pleasant buzz. My mother naturally fawned all over Kate, absolutely delighted at the prospect of her grandchild, and despite my reservations Amy was nothing but kindness. My brother even made an effort to talk to Jimmy, despite them being almost polar opposites. Jimmy was a nice enough kid, but at eighteen he was very withdrawn for his age and not particularly interested in getting involved with the rest of the family. Seeing him actually laughing and cracking a smile at my brother's corny jokes...it was, well it was nice.

Things took a bit of a turn once my old man started in on the brandy. I knew he couldn't hold his liquor, but somehow the man managed to turn what was a nice little evening into a cringe fest as he ranted on and on about politics, football, women and just about anything in sight. He was mostly harmless, more thoughtless in his comments than outright mean, but more than once he said a few things that I could tell were upsetting mom. Luckily, my brother, ever the peacemaker, smoothed things out and decided to call it a night.

The weather hadn't let up in the slightest outside, and my mom insisted that we all stay the night rather than risk driving through the rain. I was a little buzzed and Kate was exhausted so I didn't argue with that idea too much. It helped that my folks new place was huge and had more than enough spare beds.Once in bed, listening to the falling rain outside and having Kate cuddled up against me I was out like a light.

Sleep was blissfully devoid of dreams, but at some point I heard a gentle ping of my phone and was stirred awake. I cracked open a bleary eye and glared at light of my phone, grumblingly at the idiocy of being sent a text at 2 AM, but grateful that it hadn't woken my pregnant wife. Christ knows I didn't need that.

Whatever hopes of going back to sleep I had died quickly when I read the message.

AMY: Come downstairs now, quietly.

I really wanted to just lay back in bed, enjoying the warm embrace of my wife. But the truth is, my heart was beating a mile a minute and my curiousity screamed out, demanding to be satisfied. So, gently as I could, I detached myself from my wife and crept from the room. The upstairs hallway was dark and empty, yet even with the outside rain beating down I could hear...something. It sounded like a voice, but I couldn't distinguish whose. With as much stealth as I could muster, I began to move towards the stairs, and suddenly began to recognise the sounds I was hearing. Someone was...moaning.