Liam the House-Spouse

Liam felt movement on his arm as Stacey, his wife, sat close to him. Tonight was movie night for the married couple. He saw her looking at the screen as two characters engaged in intimate romance on the screen, feeling his wife stir with arousal. Despite them seeing the movie several times, she would still get turned on from mild things. A result of her innocent nature and high sex drive, Liam thought. He could see her nipples begin to harden as he looked down her cleavage. Reaching downward, he rubbed one of her breasts, and she began to rub his crotch in return. “Looks like Lance wants to play,” she teased. With the movie still playing in the background, Stacey removed her clothes, leaving her topless. Liam stared at the sight of his wife’s breasts—two perfect teardrops with dark, rose-colored nipples at the end. No matter how many times I look at them, they always amaze me. That night they made love like the couple from the movie; caught in their heated passion, they forgot about the film.

***

Three weeks later…

Waves of humidified air wet Liam’s body as he sat in the sauna. Next to him was Franklin, an older gentleman in his mid-50s. _He’s kept himself in decent shape over the years_, Liam observed. The only thing that gave any indication of his age was the silver hair on his head and body. They had become friends after an impressed Liam had started peppering him with questions about his diet and workout regimen.

“Hey man, how’s the wife? Is she still getting sick?” For a few days now, Stacey had been going through some terrible sickness.

“So far, it isn’t anything too terrible. What’s got her worried is it getting in the way of a promotion.”

“Oh yeah… You did tell me about that. Extra cash coming into the house is always good.”

“What about you? I would imagine your cute little bunny has been keeping _you_ busy.” Franklin let out a small chuckle at his jest.

“It’s half the reason why I work out now. Let me tell you, son, that little brunette enjoys my ‘staff of wisdom’.”

It was Liam’s turn to laugh this time. “TMI dude, TMI.”

They talked for a few more minutes as they put on their clothes and went home.

***

Liam could feel the day’s stress leave his body as he entered his home, exhaling a relieving sigh. The pleasant smell of dinner filled his nostrils as he plopped on the recliner. He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment, when he felt a hand on his shoulder and felt his wife’s lips press against his.

“Hello, my sexy husband,” he heard her say, still with his eyes closed. He felt her moving to place herself on top of him until her hips were on top of his own. Though he was weary, he felt himself getting hard from the erotic sensation. “You seem to be better. How did the doctor's appointment go?” She was quiet for several seconds as she teased him, their clothes being the only barrier from intimate contact.

He heard the door open, and from the corner of the room, a voice rose.

“Lacey, get off my husband!” He opened his eyes, and the woman on top of him gave a mischievous grin.

“Oh, step off, sis, let me just borrow him for once.” Although she looked (and felt) like her, the woman pressing her body against his was Stacey’s identical twin, Lacey. His wife made her way to his side of the room, attempting to shove Lacey off him. Lacey gripped him harder in response, making him only more erect. After a few more shoves, she finally fell off him.

“Why should you be the only one to get pregnant?” Lacey teased. “I mean, look at him. All that man-meat should be shared. We do everything else together… Let me have some of his babies too.”

Stacey let out a gasp, growling at her twin. “I told you I wanted to tell him myself!” Liam could never get over the strangeness of the situation as the two women stood before him. They were identical in every way: hair color, voice, hobbies, fashion choice, personality—everything. Often they wore the same clothes, as they did now: he could only tell one was Stacey by the fact she was wearing an apron.

“Well, if he really wanted you, why is he hard right now?” Lacey asked, pointing at the very obvious dent in his pants.

“You already know why, miss impersonator,” Stacey retorted. Still confused, Liam sat as they argued until one Lacey had left the room.

“Well, at least I know he’ll be coming to me when you get nice and fat,” she muttered on the way out.

She looked at his pants and frowned.

“Come on, how was I supposed to know?” Liam sighed.

“That’s not why I'm upset, Liam,” she began, grabbing his hand. “That thing in between your legs just made me a happy woman but cost me my career.” Liam lifted an eyebrow in confusion. “I’m pregnant, silly… You’re going to be a father!” They kissed and hugged each other.

“Why were you upset… I thought you wanted kids?”

“I do… It’s just…”

“Just what, sweetie?”

“The timing for this couldn’t be worse. The firm can’t promote me while I'm with child. The stress from the position would be too much for the baby.”

“Your job has maternity leave, right? Just use that.”

She shook her head. “It’s not that simple, dear. This is a high-demand job. If I dip, they’ll have someone taking my place before I’m through with labor.” She averted her eyes from his gaze. “And… There’s something else.”

“Oh?”

“Um… I want to try being a housewife, Liam. I know I said back then that that wasn’t my desire, but…” She placed her palm on her womb. “This baby has got me thinking about our home and me building a safe nest for the little one. Maybe going traditional isn't such a bad thing.”

“How far along are you, Stace?”

“Doctor told me two weeks. Pregnancy has always been rough on the women in my family. Lacey is here to help me, so she’ll be staying here for the time being.”

***

After the three of them ate dinner, Liam and Stacey lay in the bed.

“Can you believe it? Not too much longer and we’ll be called ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’”, Stacey sighed. The reality of her statement hit home a few seconds later. “Me, a mom… That’s just…” she trailed off, sighing again. “Guess the firm won’t be seeing me for a while.” Liam felt her fingers wrap around his cock, slowly stroking it. “Just imagine how much more money we would have if I had one of these.” Stacey continued the motion increasing the intensity, and Liam climaxed in her palm.

“Trust me, sweetie… I would let you borrow it if it meant more money for us,” Liam mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.

As the couple slept in each other's arms, the clock struck 1am on April 1. A supernatural and intense light shone from beneath the sheets of the couple. The world as they knew it changed as the sun rose the next day.