Silver Service Finale

Lillian rocked slowly on David’s cock, taking her time. She could barely see over her belly and her breasts felt like melons. She was enjoying this as it might be the last time for some while. David had been cautiously nervous about having sex with Lillian so pregnant. Her kisses had changed his mind. She had licked and kissed her way down his chest until his cock strained against his trousers. Lillian unbuttoned him and when his cock sprang free, she licked and kissed him. David felt his balls tighten and ache. Then ever so slowly she had lowered herself onto his cock.

“Oh, oh…” she gasped as she ascended the heavens. David’s slow strokes had hit all the right spots and her muscles tightening around his cock brought him a moment later. Lillian gently dismounted from David’s cock and curled up next to him.

“I so love the way your breasts perch on your belly. Pregnant women are so…” he stopped trying to find the right words.

“Fat?” Lillian teased him.

“No! Radiant, sexy, glowing oh, and damn sexy!” said David as his hands stroked her from breast to clit. His hands tarried on her clit and soon he had her ascending the heavens once more.

Lillian gasped and moaned as he touched her and made her feel like melting into the pillows. After the last ascent, she curled up to him and began to stroke his semi-soft cock.

“I am glad that you do not mind having sex with a very pregnant woman,” she said.

“I’ve enjoyed every day that we have had sex. Even when we had to use those damn sheaths. Sex with you is a delight,” said David.

Lillian kissed him and then snuggled close. Her hand on his cock soon rose as it came back to life. This time, she took him in her mouth and slowly licked and sucked him. She knelt and worked his cock in and out of her mouth. David’s hand strayed down her back and across her ass. His fingers gently stroked her pussy in a dreamy haze. What she was doing with her tongue and lips felt so good. Lillian added her hand to working his cock and her sure strokes had him rigid and aching in moments. A few sucks and strokes later and David felt his orgasm surge upwards. Lillian swallowed all that he had and continued to lick and suck for a moment more until he cried out that he could take no more. The head of his cock was hypersensitive. She smiled, let go of his cock and then covered them up with the quilt.

 

A week later, Nanny Wilson appeared in David’s office all flushed and excited at nearly the end of the day.

“Oh sir! The baby! The baby is coming!” she said inbetween breaths.

David grabbed his coat and hat, told his secretary that he could close up the office and headed up the street with Nanny Wilson.

He got home to find Alf and Betsy in the kitchen boiling water and airing bedding. He bounded up the stairs to find Aya in with Lillian.

“Ah Saahab, it is good that you are here. Hold her hand,” said Aya.

“Do we need a doctor?” asked David as he went around the bed to hold Lillian’s hand. He remembered that Millicent had required two doctors and a nurse with James, and a similar group with the birth of Henry’s daughter Cecilia. David kissed Lillian on the forehead.

“No, she is a strong girl and the baby will be here very soon. Betsy sent word to Elsa who will be here soon too,” said Aya. She checked Lillian and then smiled. “Not long Beti.

“Gggood,” panted Lillian. She had felt achy that morning and not long after David had gone to work, her water had broken. It hadn’t taken long for her to want to be in bed, unlike her mother who’d gone hours before she did so. Aya thought that the birth would be quick, even for a first one.

“Millicent wouldn’t even let me in the house when she was having James,” said David.

“Saahab, you are here just for a little time. It is always good for a man to know the pain a woman goes through to have a baby. It makes them appreciate their patni better,” said Aya.

“I wwanted to ssee you too,” said Lillian between the pains.

“Of course my love,” said David. He sat on the edge of the bed and held her as she dealt with the pains.

“Oh! O!” cried Lillian with one hard contraction.

Aya checked Lillian. “One more big push my Beti,” she said. “Saahab, you go get the hot water and towels and Betsy.”

David gave Lillian a kiss and then ran downstairs. Betsy was back up in a few minutes and stood by to help Aya.

“Push Beti, push,” crooned Aya. “I can see the little one’s head.”

Lillian pushed and cried and in a moment, a tiny voice joined hers. Aya took the small baby and wrapped it up in the blanket that Betsy had warmed. She took care of the cord and then handed the baby to Lillian.

“You have a fine son my Beti,” said Aya.

Lillian looked at her son and the tears ran down her face. She kissed him and held him close. He was a tiny copy of David. Then she handed the baby to Betsy so that she and Aya could deal with the afterbirth and the bedding soaked from the birth. Now she understood why Elsa had been so exhausted. Slowly she got out of bed. Aya helped her clean up and get into a clean nightdress. Then she sat in the chair and held her son while Betsy and Aya cleaned up the room. They barely had the door opened when David burst in to see Lillian.

“Is… is everything alright?” he asked not seeing Lillian in the chair by the window at first.

“Yes David. I’m over here,” said Lillian softly.

David walked over and knelt next to her. “Boy or girl?” he asked.

“Boy. You have a new son my love,” said Lillian.

David looked down at the small face that was getting ready to cry. He kissed the small head and then Lillian. He was lost for words.

 

 

Elsa, Paul and their children arrived the next evening. Lillian had rested and was having visitors in her room. The baby was nursing noisily as Elsa and Lillian visited. Little Rachel, nearly a year old was doing her best to walk around by holding onto the bed.

“She’s grown so much,” said Lillian.

“Yes, and she wears me out,” said Elsa with a smile.

“Well, before long the two of them can chase each other around the garden,” said Lillian.

“And have you two decided on a name?” asked Elsa.

“Yes, William David,” said Lillian.

“Have you sent word to your parents?” asked Elsa.

“No. They wrote to me at Christmas saying that they were aghast I’d married without their permission and want nothing to do with me,” said Lillian.

“Ah well, their loss,” replied Elsa.

“Agreed. Henry sent a telegram with his congratulations,” said Lillian.

Elsa smiled. Henry was a good man, and doted on his daughter. The three men had grown much closer over the last six months and she was glad of that.

“I’d like to go down to the garden this afternoon if you’d help,” said Lillian.

“Certainly. This room can be stuffy even in the nicest weather,” said Elsa.

“Agreed. Plus, I simply want to get up and move around,” said Lillian.

“Good. The sooner you move around, the faster you’ll get back to your old self,” said Elsa.

“That’s what Aya said,” replied Lillian.

 

 

At tea time, the table was set out on the patio. White linens covering the table could barely be seen for all the dishes. Aya and Betsy had been cooking all day, making all sorts of Indian and English dishes. The last thing Betsy pulled from the oven was a sponge cake. When it cooled, she covered it with whipped cream and fresh strawberries.

Elsa and Lillian walked downstairs. Lillian had a light summer gown on with a light corset. When she was enthroned in the wicker chair at the head of the table, and baby William next to her, David called everyone in to eat. There were curries, chutneys, all sorts of breads, pickles, chicken, roast beef, salads and plenty of sticky sweets.

The clash of cutlery and murmur of voices mixed as the supper was eaten. The children ran off to play in the garden before the tea and final dessert was served. Nanny Wilson was having fun with five children to play with in the garden.

“Are they playing tag?” asked Paul as he watched his children.

“I’m not sure,” said David trying to figure it out. James seemed to be brandishing a spade as he chased his cousins and Nanny Wilson.

Betsy brought the sponge cake out and set it before Lillian to cut and serve.

“Betsy, I need a cake server,” said Lillian.

“Ma’am, I had it right here on the table,” said Betsy.

“I don’t see it now,” said Lillian.

Elsa and Betsy were looking around the table to see if it had fallen. There was no sign of it.

“David, Paul, have either of you seen the cake server?” asked Elsa.

“Um, no,” said Paul.

David started to say no, and then whipped around to look at the children. He looked closely at what James had in his hand and started laughing. He was laughing so hard, all he could do is point. Elsa and Paul looked at him with a puzzled look on their faces. “Oh. Oh god! It runs in the family,” he gasped between laughs.

Lillian followed David’s hand and saw what he was pointing at and then she too began to laugh. James was chasing Nanny Wilson with the silver cake server in his hand.