The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 33 - Sex Stories

The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 33

... that led to the destruction of their three-way dreams.

It was simply Lindsay realizing that she wanted to go a different route.She's not ready to settle down yet.

Lindsay was still close with them, still cared about them.Hell, I've made her my top assistant here in the house. Indeed, she had slid into Pamela's old role, and the transition went off without a hitch.Lindsay always wanted to learn how the business ran and do her part to help in any way she could. Veteran girls like Kenzie and Nicolette respected her, listened to her.I like it that she won't take shit from anyone anymore. Christina and Mercedes saw her as their boss, too, just as they did Colt and Jim.I can't be any happier with the way she's handled herself this week.

If everything goes according to plan, hopefully we can sell our ownership to Lindsay and Jim by the end of the year. Colt's head lowered and he watched his feet step one after the other as he lumbered down the left corridor, his hands clasped behind his back.Just gotta get city hall to believe in her first.

"Pamela, sweetheart?" The door to their private office and converted bedroom creaked open and Colt peered in. "Are you awake yet?"

"Yeah, baby. Just resting."

In Colt's mind, it was difficult to comprehend that his wife could up her standard for beauty more than she already had, but then she became pregnant in November 2020, and now all bets were off. A mere thirteen weeks from her expected due date of August 1, 2021 (it's a ...

... boy!), Pamela had embraced the idea with open arms. To Colt, the raging hormones and added weight gain combined to radiate a unique blend of beauty for the thirty-three-year-old. This new journey had proven to be a truly wondrous time, and Colt and Pamela (and Lindsay, too, for that matter) were celebrating every moment of it.

Oh, and was it mentioned that Colt was turned on by his pregnant wife? To the point of being totally and undeniably enthralled by Pamela turned on? With all of it adding up to his blood popping in his veins like boiling water turned on?

It didn't take long for him to realize that he had a fetish he wasn't even aware of previously. A sleeping giant had been awakened. And before long, as Pamela became more and more pregnant, Colt became more and more, well ... turned on.

Gone were the days of "heaux dresses" and stiletto heels, replaced by maternity clothing and warm, comfy slippers. Colt found himself mesmerized by Pamela's most subtle, inconspicuous movements - doing her best to keep her balance and not fall over as she raided the kitchen (again), or rubbing her belly and massaging the latest twinge of discomfort in her neck. Even more, he was floored by the strength and determination she'd displayed for the past six months, nurturing new life inside her.

His libido, his spirit, his very soul, it all felt incarcerated by the vision of this centerfold-like voluptuousness that he was forced to tiptoe around on eggshells at all times, fearful to ...