Mario's Baby Mama's

The night went off perfectly. We danced, we ate, we partied. We received so many gifts. The night ended with us on the yacht sailing for a mini honeymoon since we had already taken the cruise before Christmas and Richard would have to leave for a trip to London soon.

With the stars above, we were on the deck. I sat on a lounge chair with Richard straddled over me. His incredible body, flesh naked, veiny dick swinging in my face. I pulled out my bottle of pina colada massage oil and drizzled it onto his cock and massaged with both hands slowly until all those beautiful veins popped out.

I massaged slowly while looking up into his eyes. I grinned. If he was going to be gone to London, I planned to wear his cock out that night and all day Sunday. And he knew it. I played with his tip by circling it with my tongue. His hands were in my hair. I knew he wanted me to deep throat it, but I wanted to make him wait while I teased it a bit, licking the shaft, sucking his balls one after the other.

He chuckled and so did I. Finally, I let it slip passed my lips. He moaned immediately as I enjoyed the taste of him. I felt all those veins rubbing against my lips as he stroked slowly. I had my hands on his hips. His were still in my hair thrusting away.

He pushed it in all the way and waited until I gagged before pulling back for a mere second before pushing back in slowly and humping only thrusting half the distance allowing me to enjoy his cock gliding between my lips.

“You like my cock in your mouth?”

I nodded. He pulled out and kissed my mouth before slowly making his way south stopping at various destinations in between before he got to the promised land and began licking away as I ran my hands through his hair, “Yes, fuck, yes, yes Richard.”

Flick, flick, flick, slurp, slurp, slurp up and down my entire split. Our bodies glistened under the moonlight, I heard my pussy squish when his fingers penetrated and he thrust rapidly. I knew what he was about to do, make me gush. It happened and I screamed and grunted as I squirted. He smiled and wiped it all over my thighs before taking my left leg over his shoulder and pushing that huge cock into my pussy and watching as I bit my lip and thrust my hips forward to match his cadence.

I was so wet I was leaking onto the lounge chair. He pushed faster and harder, “You like when I fuck your pussy like this?”

“Yes babe, I love it.”

“You’re going to behave while I’m away?”

I paused, I nodded, did he know about me fucking Mario twice before the wedding? I wondered. He leaned in and kissed my mouth, “I don’t care what happened before the wedding. You’re my wife now.”

I nodded, “Yes, babe.”

He spread my legs into a split and did pushups in my shit drilling me hard and slow, “Oh god fuck Richard!” I exclaimed. He pulled out and got behind me. I felt him pushing at my ass and finally getting the tip in.

He held my breasts and stroked my ass nice and slow while kissing my neck, “Oh my god, fuck” I uttered as he picked up to a nice even tempo. My tits giggled each time our bodies collided.

“I want you to be my bad girl forever Lelani.”

“I’ll be your bad girl.”

“yeah?”

“Yes, babe.”

“I’m about to cum. You want it in your ass?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I said feeling him hold me tightly and releasing.

“Aghhhhh, shit, shit,” he said panting. He held me close. We lay with his cock still in my ass as it slowly shrank. My ass oozed with his cum.

He caressed me we lay there kissing and fondling each other for several moments until we passed out.

****

Monday. Richard was headed to London. I was at home putting things away. I took a moment to sit and review the wedding pictures that the photographer had sent via email.

We looked so beautiful. The pictures were amazing. I ordered just about all of them, along with a disc, and an album. The doorbell sounded. I walked over and answered. It was Mario, “Hey, what are you doing here?”

He made a face, “Didn’t you say you were having an ultrasound today to find out the sex of the baby.”

I nodded, “yeah, I did say that, I just figured we were meeting at the location.”

“I’m here now. Might as well ride together unless you’re worried.

I rolled my eyes, “trust me, I’m not. Let’s go.”

He grinned as he followed me out of the house.

As Mario drove, he kept turning to look at me as if he wanted to ask a question. I chuckled, “What Mario?”

He shrugged and laughed, “I was just wondering…how is it with this older man…like how you go from me to him?”

I laughed, “Seriously, Mario? Richard is a great man. I feel protected and cared for when I’m with him.”

“You didn’t feel that with me?”

I nodded, “I did, but you are the one who messed that up sir, so…”

“I’m just saying. We literally had sex right before you got married. I don’t think it’s over for us.”

I laughed, “I’m married. Period. That sex was just us reminiscing on old times.”

“Nah, it was more than that. You love me. You married this guy because I hurt you. I understand that.”

“You don’t think I love Ricard?”

He smiled, “I think you think you love him. You have this thing for older guys that has gotten you in trouble before. Like unresolved daddy issues.”

I hit his arm, “Excuse me, I don’t have daddy issues.”

“You do. You said yourself that your father was gone a lot when you were a teenager. That’s a critical time for a young woman. He wasn’t there. You needed that male figure around. When you got to college…as soon as you got what you were missing from the professor you felt good.”

I rolled my eyes. My therapist has said that. I shook my head. “Maybe you missed your calling.”

He smiled, “I’ve thought about going back to school.”

“Do it. If that’s what you want.”

His face glowed as he imagined himself in that position. “I like that you encourage me. Yasmin—”

I looked at him, “Yasmin, what?”

“Nothing,” he said as he pulled into the parking lot.

We checked in for the appointment. In my mind, I was still wondering about him and Yasmin. I didn’t understand the nature of their relationship. I had so many questions, but it wasn’t the time to ask.

My doctor finally met Mario. She was pleased to meet him. We went for the ultrasound. Mario watched eagerly. The heartbeat was strong. The tech smiled, “Oh wow, someone’s very proud of himself.”

Mario nearly jumped, “So, it’s a boy, my son, yeah! That’s my boy.” He pulled out his cellphone, “I can record right?”

He was already recording. The tech laughed, “A healthy little boy. You’re all done.”

After the ultrasound, we met with my doctor again, “It looks like the baby is a little smaller than he should be at this point. Are you eating?”

“Yes, hell yes. I mean I was sick at first, but now, I’m playing catch up.”

She nodded, “Yes, continue to eat enough. We don’t want tiny babies. We don’t want the baby to have to end up in the NICU.”

We headed back to Mario’s car. He was beaming. He leaned over and nearly kissed me. I held his face, “I know you’re excited.”

“Yeah. Sorry. Come over and have lunch with us. My family wants to see you.”

I gave him a serious look, “Really?”

“Yeah, my folks love you.”

”Yasmin?”

“Mira. We all have to figure out how to get along.”

“You damn right because she can’t be around my baby Mario if I can’t trust her.”

He nodded, “I wouldn’t let her harm our baby, our son.”

I smiled, “Okay let’s go.”

When we got to his house. I received a warm welcome, but his soon-to-be baby mama wasn’t home, “where’s Yasmin?” he asked.

His mother responded in Spanish, “I don’t know.”

She had been gone all day and didn’t tell anyone anything. Not that she had to ask permission, but she was due within two weeks and they didn’t want her going into labor while she was alone. He called her cellphone, but she didn’t answer.

His face got red hot. As soon as he was about to call again, she walked through the door, “where have you been?” he asked.

Yasmin’s family lived in Puerto Rico. She supposedly only knew Mario and his family in the bay area. He waited anxiously for her response. She stammered, “I, I was out trying to find some stuff for the baby.”

“Really, what did you get?”

I could see where the conversation was going and I knew it was going to a place of turmoil. “Baby stuff, awesome, I was out looking the other day too. Stuff is crazy expensive; aren’t you glad we’re only having one,” I joked.

His mother chimed in, “Imagine having twins, dios mio,”

Mario stepped away to calm his nerves. Yasmin went to the bedroom. I sat in the living room with his grandmother talking.

After dinner was over, I was in the kitchen with Yasmin. I had removed my Apple watch to help with dishes. She picked it up. I said, “That’s mine.”

She looked as if she didn’t believe me. She entered her code on the watch and it didn’t open. She handed it to me. I placed it on my wrist. I sighed, “Look, I know we aren’t going to be best friends, but can we at least attempt to be cordial. I’m having Mario’s child. A child you are going to have to be around. I need to be able to trust you.”

For a moment it seemed as if she was going to soften, but she replied, “I don’t care about you or that fucking child you’re having. I don’t like you. And can’t stand you. Because I know Mario still loves you.”

She started screaming in Spanish, “I hate you!”

I was two seconds from snatching that bitch by her hair, but Mario’s mother got between us, “Stop this Yasmin.”

She walked away. His mother apologized. Everyone came into the kitchen, “what’s wrong?”

I shrugged.

Mario took me home. I had to fight back tears. He opened my car door. I stepped out. “I’m sorry about what happened.”

“You asked me how could I love Richard and you? You and Richard have similar qualities that I adore. My question is how the fuck could you be with her and love me? That girl and I are nothing alike. She’s fucking hateful.”

He looked ashamed. He recounted their history to me. They met in Puerto Rico when he visited home. He thought she was cool, but after time, she proved to be jealous and possessive. He tried distancing himself from her, but she eventually visited him in the states.

They had an on-and-off relationship. He finally broke it off with her when we became official in Orlando, but she got pregnant and he wanted to do the right thing.

He realized that it took more than having a baby with a person to keep a relationship together. He was miserable. The problem was…I wasn’t. Richard was good to me. I loved him. I had no reason not to.

I hugged Mario. I felt his sorrow. It was a crazy situation to be in. Even though we weren’t together, I didn’t want him to be unhappy.