Stress vs. Pregnancy

We’ve been in the Vatican City for nearly three weeks now. I’m a bit unhappy that we haven’t gone too far in the investigation of the assassination attempt on Benny’s life. Benny’s still being stiff lipped about the whole thing. I no longer have the Italian team to work with; a few quit but I fired the rest because of insubordination and not wanting to work with me while my mom, brother and husband were with me – they thought I’d gone soft….I was harder on everyone this time around than in cases past. Ok. Maybe I’d gone a little soft since my family was here but that shouldn’t take a part of not wanting to work with me. I seriously believe that Benny had something to do with the lack of an Italian team. He didn’t want me to figure out who wanted him almost dead or dead dead.

The other morning, I started feeling sick to my stomach. I ran to the bathroom and tossed my cookies. I thought it was due from the stress of having no team other than my family. So I made two calls. One was to the director of the FBI in Quantico Virginia for her to send me a few people from my American team to come over here to assist me (and my family). The second call was to an old friend of mine; he’s a doctor. I wasn’t sure if my upset stomach was from the stress of if I was actually pregnant. I waited until Vinnie was out of the suite.

“Buongiorno. Dottore Matteo Meucci di lingua. Come posso aiutarla?” Dr Matthew Meucci said.

“Morning, Matt. It’s Marguerite Smythe…I mean Marguerite Guidicelli. Look, I’m at the papal palace. I need you to come over and see me. I’ll let the Swiss Guard know that you’re coming to see me. When can I expect you? I don’t want my husband to know about you visiting me quite yet,” I said.

“Mags….good gravy, child. I’ll be there in ten minutes. I was heading on over to see your dear friend, Benny, anyways to check on him. Since I’m going to be early, might as well swing to see you first. Are you ok?”

“Not really, Matt. I don’t have an Italian team anymore – I blame Benny – so some of my American team should be here in the next thirty six hours…I’m stressed, gaining a little despite how often I’m throwing up. Ugh.”

Matt promised he’d come straight up before we got off the phone. I immediately called the Swiss Guard to let them know that Matt’s coming to see me first than he’ll be off to see Benny.

I start pacing in the foyer of the suite Vinnie and I are in. I make a mental list of what I’m eating, when I’m eating, how much I’m eating, and how much stress I have. For a brief moment I think that I’m pregnant…Vinnie and I haven’t been using any form of protection, but then again, why would we should we since we’re married?

Just outside the door, I hear footsteps. I open the door and I see not only Matt but I see Vinnie as well. Great. Just my luck of all days. I let them in and introduce the men. Vin heads to the office. I excuse myself from Matt and pop my head into the office.

“Vin, Matt’s here to see me before he sees Benny. I’m a little stressed and I think I have a stomach bug of some sort. He’s gonna check me out before I head to the conference room.”

Vin nods and says ok. I can tell he’s not thrilled that a male doctor is making sure I’m okay. I walk over to the desk he’s sitting at, resting my hip against the edge of the desk.

“Babe, I know that you’re not happy that a male doctor is here to run a few tests. Why don’t you come with me and be there as Matt’s checking me over? I’d rather you be with us anyways. I saw some bad ass syringes in the bag Matt brought. Maybe you could hold my hand as he’s using one of the syringes? I hate syringes and the needles that are used when I get flu shots,” I say to Vinnie.

“Good idea. It’ll put me more at ease, my love. He seems like a good guy but I don’t like the way he was eyeing you, even after you introduced me as your husband. But it doesn’t matter because I’m the lucky one to be married to you and I get to have you in my arms every night,” Vin said to me as he got up from the chair to kiss me.

I wrap my hand around the back of Vinnie’s neck to draw his head closer to me. I open my mouth a little to deepen the kiss and Vinnie moans a little bit. I adjust a little bit and hop onto the desk so our hips are aligned better. Vinnie steps closer. I can feel swelling inside his pants against the apex of my thighs. Thankful that I’m wearing a skirt (and NO panties) tonight, I lift the skirt up and around my hips; when I’m done, I slide Vinnie’s sweat pants down past his hardening appendage. When I see the glistening tip, the apex between my thighs gets dripping wet.

“Vin,” I gasp; spreading my legs. “Hurry, baby. I need your *ahem* cock inside me!”

“Oh my God!” I scream as Vinnie rams his hardened appendage deep inside me.

In a few very hard thrusts, my apex is beginning to get a little sore but it felt SO good. Vinnie pulls out completely and rams his appendage into me again. He does this several times. He continues to thrust hard and fast until my apex is sore and raw and I’ve almost lost my voice from screaming in pleasure. We climax together as he rams his appendage in me one last time…though he’s still thrusting as he’s shooting hot thick jets of baby batter into my womb.

He shutters and pulls out. He gets me off the desks and turns me to face the desk, gently pushing my back so I’m leaning forward onto the desk. Vinnie uses his knee to spread my legs a little further apart. He leans forward a little to use his hand to swipe some moisture from my apex to my back entrance. I groaned on the inside. I enjoy the back entrance getting some action but wasn’t sure if Vinnie’s extra large appendage would fit inside me there.

Vinnie seemed to have read my mind and swiped more moisture from my apex to my back entrance. He inserts a finger and I whimper quietly. He inserted two more fingers and I moan his name loud enough for him to hear it.

“My love, tell me to stop if you want me to stop,” Vinnie says as he’s using his fingers to get me used to him back there. “Or do you enjoy this too much?”

“Vinnie, quit torturing me back there with your …”I begin to say as Vinnie slides his extra large appendage in the small entrance back there. “Just like that, baby. Oh yeah. Feels good.”

Vin continues to slide his appendage in and out of my back entrance but goes a little faster; each stroke feeling better than the last stroke. Before I realize it, I feel Vinnie’s hands around my breasts and his fingers pinching the hardened peaks. How did he know that what he’s doing right now is causing me to get turned on even more? I can’t stop moaning in pleasure. I feel Vin pull out and enters my apex again; still a bit sore but not as bad as it was.

Once Vinnie’s appendage is inside me, he grabs my hips so he can dig deeper into my apex. He starts thrusting harder and faster than he did before he entered my back entrance, grabbing my hips to dig deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“That’s it, baby,” I say. “Just like *moans* that. I am getting ready to explode, baby.”

Vinnie, grabbing my hips even tighter, kept ramming his appendage into my apex as hard as he could. I could sense he was ready to explode because he was going faster with each stroke. The last few times he rammed his appendage into me from behind, we climaxed together. I felt his hot, steamy, thick jets of baby batter shoot deep inside my womb for what felt like forever.

Once we caught our breaths, got detangled and fixed our clothing, we remembered that Matt was still in the foyer of our sweet. We both glance at the door to the office – it was wide open. Oh crap. Matt heard us screw like rabbits.

We walk into the foyer, blushing. Matt looks at me, bursts out laughing. I look at him quizzically.

“Maggie, I don’t need to run any blood tests to tell you what’s wrong with you. You’re pregnant!”

I scream in excitement, finally figuring that all the signs I saw/felt were real and that I already knew I was pregnant. I turn to Vinnie to give him a hug; he’s crying and laughing. He said that he’s excited to hear the great news. As I turn to thank Matt, I see that he took his supplies and left to go see the pope.

And that’s the last thing I remember before I passed out.