It was near nightfall when Calum and Mrs Doyle returned, and their faces wore grim looks which alarmed Jenny when she met them in the front hall. "What the hell happened?" she demanded after responding to her husband's tired kiss. "Aunty Roisin's gone and done something nasty."
"She has that," Calum said, sounding as tired as he looked. "Blasted woman's gone and threatened to commit you for being 'unsound in mind'."
Jenny blinked. "Come again?"
"She believes I've 'deluded' you into thinking I'm your mother," Mrs Doyle replied, her voice a tight note of disgust and distress as she put an arm around her frightened daughter's shoulders. "She claims I'm an imposter, and has challenged me to prove I'm who I say I am." She snorted. "As if I'd go faking that! I can also present your original birth certificate I managed to persuade the nurses to give me before Roisin swooped in and claimed you as her own."
"Good God," Jenny said in disgust, as her mother firmly guided her and her husband upstairs. "What lengths will the crazy woman go to next?"
"I don't know," Mrs Doyle said, "but you and your husband need a bath. I know you're more relaxed, but this news won't be any good for you, and I'm sorry I have to bring it to you. But I'll have the maids draw you two a bath, and I'll arrange for a cheese platter to be brought up so you won't have to get out to eat." Her tone made it clear she'd lock them in the bathroom to make sure they stayed there until she was satisfied they were sufficiently relaxed, and Jenny had to smile.
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Ten minutes later, she and Calum were ensconsed in the warm water, and she let out a happy sigh as her husband's hands gently caressed her belly under the water's gently steaming surface. The bath was more like a miniature pool, and it was the perfect place to unwind. It was especially better when you were in your husband's arms, and Jenny wasn't ashamed to admit she'd missed Calum. She said as much, and Calum kissed her forehead.
"I missed you too, dove," he murmured, his hands cheekily moving up to cup her swollen breasts. "More in particular have I missed the feel of you in me arms, truth be told."
Jenny felt a shiver of pleasure as Calum's hands gently massaged her breasts under the water. It was the first time he'd touched her like this since they'd said their vows in the spring, and she wondered what it would be like to make love to him. It would be a most delightful experience, she surmised. "You mean you missed getting all handsy," she teased, and Calum chuckled.
"This is the first time I've gotten handsy, I'll have you know," he chided affectionately. "And though I've never known a woman, me hands know their way well enough, for all that they're shy virgins."
"Virgin nothing," Jenny scoffed, smiling. "Your hands are right clever, me lad. I'll wager you've known a woman or two in your time."
"Ah, you caught me." Calum ducked his head to kiss her on the neck, and Jenny shivered again as he squeezed her breasts. "Me dad, in one of his more lucid moments, decided I needed to know me way around a woman. I didn't care much for the wrinkled skin or the saggy breasts, but she did show me the basic gist of how to pleasure a woman. She also told me every woman is different, and to always listen to the cues to make sure me hands were doing the right thing."
"Well, your hands know their business," Jenny confessed, her heart racing in pleasure - a far more comfortable sensation than having it race in fear. "Did she...?"
"No," Calum said, correctly guessing what his wife was going to say. "But she showed me how to, ah, insert tab A into slot B. And she told me to never, ever push a woman into doin' something she didn't want to do, whether it be sex, or any other form of 'erotic' touch. A woman's body, she told me, was hers, and hers was the final say on anything, even if it be a simple kiss or a handshake. She told me that if a woman was hemming and hawing, it was as clear a "no" as if she'd come right out and said it aloud."
Jenny was very impressed. "Most men think hemming and hawing is a yes," she said. "Finn was the only man I was involved with other than yourself, and he got the same lessons. In fact, he was so courteous of me and my body that I had to all but rip his clothes to get him to take the hint that yes, I did want him to ravish me till neither of us could walk straight, and the next day, well, neither of us walked straight for a good few hours."
Calum gave her breasts one last squeeze before gently turning her around so they were face to face, his hands locking in the small of her back. "I've been free with me hands," he admitted. "And though you haven't hemmed or hawed, I just want to be sure you were as content as you sounded."100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5gQRAUOtjC
"I was, and I am," Jenny said firmly, leaning forward and kissing her husband to let him know she meant it. "If I didn't want your hands on me, I'd have said so. And truth be told, I'm keen on findin' out what it's like to have you make love to me when the baby's been born and I can feel a bit less like a bloated whale."
"Well, may that day come sooner rather than later," Calum said, looking immensely relieved, and Jenny kissed him again, giggling at the bliss on his face when she pulled back. "Keep doin' that," he warned, a low growl of desire in his throat. "I might just be findin' a creative way to do things that'll get all three of our hearts racin' tonight."100Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ1ghJO0HyK
"I've no objections to that," Jenny said, grinning when Calum's eyes lit up. His next kiss left her seeing stars, and when he pulled her as close as he could manage, she knew she was about to find out how creative her husband could get. And she was looking forward to it very much.
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