My Godson Knocked Me Up

Ah... Mmm... Stop it! Godson is still in the room!

Who cares? C'mon… My drunk husband ignored our guest and shoved me down onto the bed. Let him watch. Consider it a live demonstration!

My name is Ivy Laurent. I'm thirty-six, with the kind of curves that still turn heads. My husband and I have been married almost five years, no kids.

Tonight was my ovulation window. I'd planned it perfectly—wore this new chemise I bought just for the occasion. The hem barely covered my thighs, showing off my long, toned legs. My 36E chest was spilling over the top, swaying with every step. The lace was so delicate, one good tug would tear it right off—guaranteed to wake up the animal in my forty-year-old husband.

Too bad he passed out cold at our godson's celebration party. Totally missed the show. Instead, it was Jesse Evans—our godson, the one who helped bring him home—who got the full view.

Jesse stood frozen by the door. His eyes went hazy as he watched me bend over. He was staring—at the arch of my back, the way my panties hugged my hips. His tongue darted out to wet his dry lips. Godmother… your breasts… they're so big… and so fair…

Huh? My cheeks flushed. A weird thrill shot through me—equal parts awkward and flattering.

Let's be honest—any man would stare. Especially a young guy like him. Inexperienced. Curious.

My husband's hands were like fire, roaming all over me. He pinned me under his weight. My chemise had already ridden up to my waist. My lace panties dangled from one ankle. Wife, get on top. Let's do this…

Stop… Jesse's right there. My protest came out weak, breathy. I was trembling—embarrassed, but something else, too.

My sexy little chemise was in shreds. The straps slid down my arms, baring most of my round breasts. I could feel Jesse's gaze burning into them. My skin prickled like warm honey.

My husband didn't care. He got rougher, ripping the front open completely. Cold air hit my skin. I crossed my arms over my chest—and saw Jesse's Adam's apple jump. His eyes were wide. A noticeable bulge strained against his jeans.

My husband's tongue slid over my neck like a fat eel. Let him learn how to please a woman… It'll do him good in college! Suddenly, he yanked my panties down. I gasped, squeezing my legs together—but he forced them apart. Jesse! Get over here. Godfather's gonna give you a hands-on lesson!

I glanced over at Jesse. His face was deep red. Slowly, he walked to the bed and sat on the edge.