Interlude

You jump in the shower first, since James has decided to take a power nap on the bed. You just want to wash away this day's anxieties, and watch them go down the drain. Surprisingly enough, the shower does make you feel much better. You walk out of the bathroom, clad only in a towel, and into the bedroom to pick out your clothes. You decide something casual would be best, so you pick out a pair of jean style capris , a lilac tank top, and a sheer, colorful butterfly print blouse to wear over top of it. For underwear, you choose your black and lilac striped panties and a lilac lace bra. Lilac socks and white trainers complete your outfit.

After you brush out your hair, apply makeup, and get dressed, you flop onto the bed, and wake James up with a kiss. He opens his eyes, and smiles at you. "Now I know how Snow White felt" he jokes.

You climb on top of him, giggling, and kiss him again. "Oh do you now, my Prince Charming?" You kiss him again and again, and each one becomes deeper and more passionate than the last one. You can feel his cock as it presses against your stomach. "Want to talk about the first thing that comes up?" you tease.

"I better get up and take a shower, or we'll be late" James sighs. "But I promise, I will have you for dessert when we get home!" He rolls you over and ends up on top of you. He kisses your lips, and works his way softly down your neck. Every soft kiss burns you like fire. "I promise to give you something very fattening in return, Mrs. Shaw."

"Mmm, I like fattening!" you say with a wicked grin. "But will you still love me when I'm fat?"

"I'll love you even more when you're fat and pregnant, Mrs Shaw!" James declares. "I'm throwing out all my rubbers as of tonight. No more protected sex for you!"

"Mr. Shaw!" you coo. "You're such a sperm Nazi!" You laugh as does he.

"Well, I'm off to the shower. See you shortly!" James says as he dismounts you, and strolls to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind him.

It's not long before James returns, gets dressed, and looks down at you, daydreaming on the bed. "Ready to go, Mrs. Shaw?" he says with a wry smile, while offering you a hand up.

"I wish we didn't have to" you say with a frown.

"I know. As do I. I'd rather spend this evening making you fat!" he chuckles. "But a promise is a promise, and we'll survive one dinner with Nicole, I'm sure."

You only hope he's right as you get up from the bed. You both head out to the car to make the trip across town to Nicole's house.