Monica leaned down and kissed her daughter on the forehead, turned to me, and gently kissed me. Her eyes showed everything I needed to know. We spent the rest of the night cuddling on the couch.
After Monica settled Camila into her bed, she returned and sat beside me. We talked about our marriage and the future. With her history, she didn’t want any paper trail meaning it wouldn’t be an official marriage per se. I readily agreed, knowing her sense of security was more important than official documents. She told me she had already talked to Mom, and Mom understood and agreed with our arrangement.
Mom said she’d officiate the marriage ceremony a couple of weeks before Rachel departed with her new boyfriend. When I asked Monica about our baby, she told me she was confident she had conceived the first time we made love.
Surprisingly, she brought up Lisa. When I had previously told Monica about our earlier episodes, she wanted to hear more details concerning Lisa. Her interest was piqued when she heard that Lisa was studying to be a midwife and an experienced nanny.
Monica’s concerned look transformed into pleading when she said, “Sam, I’d like to hire her to watch Camila and help me with our new baby.”
I responded, “She is intelligent and qualified, but don’t you think it might be a little uncomfortable, considering our erotic exhibitions with her?”
Unfazed, she affirmingly replied, “I want to meet her. Let’s go tomorrow. I’ll bring Camila over to your place at four.”
“It’s a date. See you then.” After a goodbye kiss, I headed home.
I told Mom about Camila coming over, and she immediately began arranging some projects to do together with her future granddaughter. I texted Lisa, telling her I’d like to reserve a table for myself and my fiance between four and five tomorrow. I wish I could have seen her expression when I mentioned my future wife, knowing she suspected I was fucking my mom and aunt.
Camila was overjoyed, being able to stay with Mom again. They were already in the kitchen mixing up cookie ingredients when we left. Monica wore a full-length black dress, resembling a tunic. It had an Arabic look, but I had no clue what it was. When we arrived at the restaurant, she wrapped a black scarf around her head, leaving only her eyes uncovered. Seeing my puzzled look, she explained, “It’s called a khimar. Let’s see how well your Lisa reacts to different cultures.”
Everyone in the restaurant turned their heads to look at Monica while she obediently followed behind. Lisa ran to us and smiled wide, leading us to our booth. Monica sat down first while I slid next to her on the edge of the seat. Monica removed her head covering, revealing her beautiful, smiling face. I introduced Monica to Lisa; not surprisingly, they hit it off pretty fast. After we ordered our selections, It wasn’t long before Lisa brought our meals. While eating, Monica instructed me on what to do when Lisa returned.
When we finished, Lisa cleaned our table before coming back to talk. Monica chirped, “Lisa, I hear you’re studying to become a midwife. I’d like to be able to come to you for help since I’m pregnant with Sam’s child.”
Lisa’s eyes widened, hearing this, learning about our engagement only yesterday. She stuttered, “Yes, I am. I’ve already helped deliver a few babies; plus, I’ve worked as a nanny for several families.”
“Can you feel my baby bump and tell me what you think?” questioned Monica.
Lisa had no way of knowing there was no bump as Monica’s loose, dark garment concealed her body. Lisa didn’t want to be rude and cautiously replied, “I guess, but I can’t tell much from it.”
“Please, Lisa?” Monica pleaded.
Lisa smiled and moved close to me, reaching out, uncertain how to feel her bump. I held Lisa’s hand and guided it to a hidden slit in Monica’s robe. With my hand gripping hers, I ran her hot palm across Monica’s smooth stomach. Lisa’s hot breath bathed the side of my face while we jointly caressed Monica’s skin. Guiding Lisa’s hand lower, our fingers ran through Monica’s hairy mound. Lisa tried her best but couldn’t resist emitting a small groan when our fingers ran through Monica’s wet slit. Pulling her hand back up, our hands explored Monica’s rib cage.
Monica whispered, “Do you think my breasts will get larger when the baby starts growing?”
With my hand on Lisa’s, we cupped one of Monica’s perky breasts. Pulling my hand off Lisa’s and back out of the black robe, I smiled when I noticed she was still squeezing Monica’s mound of flesh. Suddenly, she realized my hand had left and quickly removed hers.
Blushing, she said, “Everything feels perfect. I wish the best for you and your child.”
Leaving the check, she quickly turned and fled. It was my turn to leave a generous tip. Lisa didn’t return to see us off, and I hoped we hadn’t scared her off.
On the way to pick up Camila, Monica said, “I like Lisa. I want to hire her as a nanny to aid in the birth of our child. Text her my phone number and ask her to call me. I’ll invite her over and work out the details.”
She kissed me before they left for home. As soon as I was in our house, I sent a text to Lisa conveying Monica’s request. The next day I received a message from Monica telling me she would be working with Lisa for the next few days to ensure she could watch her daughter while we were at Mom’s place attending our wedding ceremony.
*****
Half a week later, Monica called me for a date. When I asked whether I should bring Mom, she told me that Lisa would watch Camila. I guess she passed Monica’s stringent rules for caring for her daughter. Feeling a little uncomfortable when I met Lisa at the door, I was surprised to see a changed person. She was conservatively dressed and acted professionally. With all the flashing we’ve done for her benefit, I was sure she would blush or say something, but she maintained the pretense that we hardly knew each other.
When we pulled away, Monica turned to me and said, “I told you she’d be perfect. It was obvious she was the right person. It provides another option in case your mom is too busy, or we want to take her with us to an event.”
We visited a museum to see a special exhibit and dined out afterward. It was late by the time I dropped Monica off at her house. Lisa greeted us and informed us Camila had been asleep for several hours. Monica was upset that we had gotten back so late and made an offer for Lisa to stay in the room Mom uses. Lisa declined since she preferred to sleep in her nightwear but promised to bring over a set the next time. She waved and walked out the door. Kissing Monica goodnight, I left for home, wishing I could spend the night with Monica.
After several more date nights with Monica, Lisa had brought enough of her personal effects in the event we wanted to stay away overnight. They scheduled our wedding date for Friday.
I waited at Monica’s for Lisa. She arrived at the appointed time, prepared and eager to stay the night. After saying goodbye to Camila, we drove home, where Mom and Rachel were waiting.
Monica and I were not involved with the planning, so we didn’t know what to expect. Mom pulled Monica into our bedroom while Rachel remained with me. She didn’t say a word while stripping off my clothes. Her sexy smirk told me I was going to enjoy the night. Once nude, she ordered, “Stand still and wait until we call you. We have to prepare the bride.”
Giggling sounds emanated from Mom’s room while I anxiously waited. Finally, Mom called me to come in and meet my bride. Strolling down the hallway to our room, three sexy women greeted me, clad in revealing nighties. Rachel wore the pink one that probably caused her pregnancy and stood to the left of Monica. Mom stood on the other side of my future wife, adorned in a white nightie.
My bride was one step in front of them, dressed in my favorite see-through, blue nightie. Leave it to Mom to make things perfect. All three were naked underneath their thin negligees. My eyes were focused only on Monica. My prick bobbed in appreciation of her beauty. Mom directed, “You can hug and kiss your bride, but nothing more.” Moving up close, I’ve never seen her smile so serene, her eyes so full of love. I kissed all around her face before ending up on her inviting lips. We hugged and French-kissed. I felt her nipples harden when I pushed my cock against her thinly-covered belly.