Chapter 5

The decision gave us a sense of relief, simply because one complication was out of the way. And Kat and Rita were at peace about it, even in good spirits. They wanted to focus on nesting and impending motherhood. They had grown tired of the daily grind and ratings race. They had nothing left to prove and, ultimately, what lay ahead in the coming months and years was a bigger and more attractive challenge.

With about six weeks of lead time before their final day, it also let us relish in Kat and Rita’s local popularity. There was a heart-warming outcry of support and dismay from their fans that they were leaving. It set the stage for a wonderful send-off on good terms, and the time passed happily and easily. All of us felt the relief, though, when the early morning wake-up calls were over. There was a calm and purpose that settled into our lives. We could focus our energy on preparing for the babies. I knew it would change our lives even more dramatically than they had been already, but I only knew conceptually what that meant. What it would be like in practice was another matter. I just couldn’t wait to find out.

***

The team had a bye for the first week of the playoffs, and in the divisional round, Houston absolutely dismantled Miami. Only a home game versus Kansas City stood in the way of the Super Bowl. The Infinity girls had taken a huge interest in the games because Jess had promised the party to end all parties if Houston won the Super Bowl. We had started hosting the Houston girls at our place. And there was buzz by the end of the first quarter of the Kansas City matchup. Houston led 10-0.

Initially, the girls had been considerate about Kat and Rita being pregnant, trying to show restraint in their partying. But Kat and Rita made it clear they weren’t tempted or put off if they were around partying. So the Champagne flowed, and there was the regular rat-a-tat-tat of the razor blade cutting out lines of cocaine. I relished having a house full of beauties, the couch a superb lineup with Katie, Crystal, Bianka, Julie, and Gloria all sitting together. Jason joined us, and I really enjoyed having another guy around to just shoot the shit with. Kat, Jess, and Rita were the consummate hosts, and these Sunday afternoons became something I cherished.

As Kansas City tried to mount a sustained drive to begin the second quarter, Rita tapped me on the shoulder and motioned me to follow her. She led me to our master bathroom, the wispy fabric of her maternity dress flowing freely. She wasn’t showing that much yet, but Rita had embraced her condition. She loved being pregnant. In the bathroom, she closed the door behind us.

"I’ve been thinking about anal sex all day," she said, pausing to kiss me. "Will you fuck my ass really quickly? Please? Pretty please?"

Rita flipped up her dress and showed off her lack of panties, then bent over the counter. Her thighs shimmered with the slick arousal dripping from her pussy. I dropped my shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. I gripped Rita by her hips, and she smiled back at me. My eyes drank her in.

"You know, Rita," I said lovingly, "the first time I ever met you, I wasn’t sure I’d laid my eyes on someone so beautiful."

"John, you are such a sweet-talker," she said.

"I mean it, darling," I said. "But I have to admit. Now? There is such a glow about you. You are even more beautiful than ever before."

"I love you," she said. "But I am seriously horny. I need you inside me. Right now."

I grinned at her, and she grinned right back in the mirror. My cock nestled between her ass cheeks, and I pressed the head against her anus. Rita gasped happily as I slid past her sphincter. The look of deep pleasure on her face, her eyes closed as she savored the penetration, made me feel the deep intimacy between us. I fucked her slowly, but Rita didn’t want that.

"Harder, baby," she urged me. "I just want to feel that cum flood me. I want to be your bad little anal slut."

"You are, darling," I said. "An ass slut only for me. All mine. Absolutely all mine."

"Forever, my love," Rita said, her voice rising. "You have me so worked up. I’m going to cum so hard. Fuck, I am. I’m! God! I’m fucking coming! Oh shit!"

Her body shook uncontrollably, and I sensed she was climaxing again. But there was something else, something deeper behind her movements and cries. And she squirted. It was like a geyser rocketing all over the vanity and floor. The more I kept fucking her, the more Rita squirted. She had transformed into a literal fountain of pleasure. The fluid covered my balls and made our anal coupling even more intense.

"Rita, I’m going to cum," I warned her.

"Baby, you know that’s all I want," Rita moaned happily. "Fill the hole that’s always only ever belonged to you!"

I grunted and plowed my hips into her, the cum ejecting so forcefully from my cock that I saw Rita’s face light up in happy surprise. My climax had been so profound that I didn’t even clean up after. I just tugged my shorts back on. Rita gazed at me adoringly.

"That was incredible," she said. We kissed briefly. "Can you believe that sex only gets better and better together?"

I traced her jawline with my fingers, then let them linger on her collarbone before faintly running them across her stomach.

"I can’t wait until we can feel her kick," I said.

"Her?" Rita said with a smile. "What makes you so sure?"

"Nothing," I said. "Just a feeling."

She grabbed me by the hand and led me back to the party. Kansas City had kicked a field goal, but that was sandwiched between two more Houston touchdowns. It was 24-3 with halftime approaching. The party had heated up, as well. Kat and Jess were making out. Crystal had her head buried in Jason’s lap. Katie and Bianka were huddled around the cocaine on the coffee table. Julie was on the patio, smoking a cigarette and talking on the phone. I was surprised when Gloria walked up to Rita and kissed her.