Hey all. I previously posted about my (mis) adventure with my friends pregnant wife, Rachel. Will link in comments.
So a couple of days had passed. My head still a little frazzled from what had happened previously. Steve called a couple of times and I told him all was good, Rachel was fine. Rachel carried on as normal. I carried on as normal with my wife, Jen. But inside I’m bursting. Bursting to tell someone what happened. The images still vivid in my head of what had happened.
Its morning this time. Jen is off at the shops and I’m at home doing nothing much. A text. Rachel’s sweet face pops up on WhatsApp.
“I’m really sorry to annoy you but could you come by this morning? Need you to get something for me.”
I’m a mix of excitement and trepidation. Am I going to relive last week’s tit fucking experience? God I hope so I think, while at the same time I get some pangs of guilt.
I tell her I’ll be right over. And yeah, I have a quick shower and make sure I’m smelling good.