Secret Saturdays Porn Games

Genevieve sat at the
dining room table, eating her morning cereal. She always woke up a
few minutes before Doyle did, and usually stayed in bed next to him,
gently rubbing his muscular shoulders until he woke. This morning,
however, her grumbling stomach made her go downstairs early for
breakfast. She stared out the window, and a sunny Saturday morning
greeted her. A gentle, cooling breeze swept in through the open
window, rustling Genevieves long, raven hair. While she was
crunching away at her Lucky Charms, poking at the sugary rainbows and
horseshoes in the bowl, she hadnt noticed Doyle sneaking down the
stairs and approaching her, his footsteps surprisingly quiet. Her
husband crept up behind her and placed his hands over her eyes.
Guess who? Doyle whispered, his lips brushing against his
wifes ear. Genevieve smiled and removed his hands from her green
eyes, rising from her seat at the table. She wrapped her thin arms
around Doyles neck, and he rubbed her hips, caressing her in his
arms. She brushed his red hair out of his face, and kissed his nose,
giggling involuntarily. He smiled, and responded with a proper,
passionate kiss. Their lips parted, and Doyle was surprised to see a
concerned look on his Genevieves face. Whats wrong? he
asked worriedly. She rushed over to the living room and grabbed one
of Doyles t-shirts off of the couch, and deposited it on his
shoulder. Honey, the shades are open, for goodness sake! I know
you have an amazing body, but dont flaunt it too much! At this
comment, Doyle laughed out loud, and pulled on his shirt. Good
looks never hurt anybody he replied, standing behind Genevieve and
patting her stomach. This reminded her of the news that she would
have to deliver, unsure as to how he would react. She spun around,
and took his hands in hers. Hey, its kind of ironic that youre
rubbing my stomach. Last night, I found out some life-changing news.
Doyle, I Im pregnant.