Frustration

This is my first story. Reviews are encouraged.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. This story contains more sexual content than story content, and may not be enjoyable for the “regular” Nanny fic reader.

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“Oh God this is uncomfortable,” Fran, eight months pregnant, thought as she struggled to roll over and get comfortable for the hundredth time that night. She moved to her right side, slowly as to not wake her sleeping husband. As she settled into her new position, she looked at Max’s sleeping form. He didn’t seem as peaceful in his slumber as he usually did. The look on his face wasn’t unpleasant, but it wasn’t peaceful, that was for sure. All of a sudden, a groan escaped from his lips and Fran noticed a quick movement under the covers. A few seconds later she felt a wetness against her leg, which she had moved very close to her husband’s in her latest shift. “What the hell? Did he just wet the bed?”

“Oh God Fran, I love you so much,” Max exclaimed as his climax overtook him. Just as he released though, he was startled from his dream by a gasp. He opened his eyes and in a few short seconds realized that, while he was in bed with his beautiful wife, they were not making love, and he had his hand on himself in bed, and he had just come all over everything.

“Max, what’s going on?” Fran asked as she lifted the comforter to look at the mess.
“Oh Fran” Max pulled her closer to him. “I’m so sorry, I must have been having a dream”
“Well mister, it’d better have been about me, because I don’t think this is pee!”
“No darling, it’s not, I had a wet dream. It was about you. I just guess its been so long since we’ve made love because of the baby, that I…I’m so sorry, I didn’t’ mean to.” Max held her tightly, before realizing that he needed to clean himself off. “Fran, honey, I need to take a shower and change” he said rather sheepishly, completely embarrassed that he’d just been caught like a horny teenager by his own wife.
“Ok sweetie, I’m going to go back to sleep,” Fran said patting his shoulder before realizing she had to know one thing. “Max, is this normal, I mean, I know teenage boys do it, but I’ve never heard of it happening to grown men”
“It happens to all men I suppose. It used to happen all the time before we got married, at least when I didn’t…” Max turned his eyes down again, “when I hadn’t…I mean, sometimes I would think about you…us, and well you know…” This was excruciating. How do you tell your wife that for years before you were married you used to jack off to her in bed, and that if you didn’t you’d wake up sticky just like you were now? Max quickly kissed her forehead and practically ran in retreat to the bathroom. He removed his pajama bottoms and boxers, wiped his legs and crotch with a rag, and suddenly remembered that he didn’t have any clean clothes to put on in the room with him. He opened to door and stepped back out into the bedroom. Fran was not yet asleep, and she turned to face him as he walked to the dresser.
“Max, come here” Fran said as she turned the comforter down on his side of the bed and patted it with her hand.
“Darling, I need to get some…” he pointed to the dresser drawer while grabbing a clean pair of boxers.
“Just wear those, you are so sexy without pajama pants, and it’s so hot anyway” Fran purred.
Oh no, why was she talking this way to him? Why did she care if he was sexy or not in bed, they couldn’t have sex until after the baby was born, and according to the doctor, not for some time after that either. Max’s mind started to go down that road again towards arousal; he was so on edge recently, so starved for her touch and the feeling of her around him. He slowly walked to the edge of the bed, and sat to pull his boxers on before laying down next to her on the almost dry sheets.
“Honey, can we talk about this?” Fran asked as she struggled to move closer to him and lie in his arms.
“I really rather wouldn’t sweetheart, its sort of…embarrassing”
“I know it is, but you really don’t need to be embarrassed, and that wasn’t really what I wanted to talk about, specifically. I just thought we could get it out in the open that you are frustrated, maybe think of a solution together” Fran said as she leaned up to kiss him and rub her fingers through his wavy black hair. “I feel bad that we can’t be together, it was so…wonderful. I miss it too”
“Oh Fran, please don’t feel bad. I’m so happy that we are having a baby, and I want to do whatever we have to do to make sure that we bring this baby into the world safely. I do miss being with you that way, but I enjoy being with you in all the other ways that we still have. Tonight was just a physical consequence of my sex drive. You do seem to…inflame it somewhat you know,” he said slyly as he grinned at her.
“Max”
“Yes darling”
“You said…before we were married, that you…had this happen unless you…did something else”
“Yes” This was starting to get embarrassing for him again. Why did he have to tell her about that?
“Well, I just thought… I mean, I still have those feelings, even in my current condition” she said as she gestured down to her swollen abdomen. “I really thought it was…you know…sexy to hear about that. It um…sort of got me in the mood to think about it while you were in the bathroom.”
“Oh darling, I’m sorry. I don’t want you to get frustrated. I can’t do anything to relieve it, the doctor said that I couldn’t even touch you or …well, pleasure you at all.”
“I know, but I want you to tell me about it”
“WHAT?”
“Tell me about your fantasies…and maybe you could show me what you did when you had them. Please don’t get angry or think I’m dirty. I just want us to have a sexual connection, even if it’s just me watching.” Now it was Fran’s turn to look downward in embarrassment.
“You want me too…touch myself in front of you? I can’t do that Fran, it’s not right for me to do that when you can’t feel it. I want to be with you, but I can wait until you can enjoy it too. This isn’t just about sex, it’s making love, that’s what we were doing in my dream. To do what you’re asking would reduce our lovemaking to an orgasm…that’s not how I see it, you know that don’t you sweetheart?”
“I think it’s lovemaking Max. I’m here with you, and you’re doing something that you wouldn’t do with anyone else, letting me share it with you. We have fulfilled our fantasies before, haven’t we?”
“Fantasies? What does this have to do with our fantasies?”
“Well, before we were married, I used to think about you at night, especially after we’d shared a steamy kiss, when I could tell you were turned on by me. I’d think about how you might be in here doing that, thinking of me in a way that I wanted you to act on. It really turned me on back then Max. And I want you to have release.”
All this talk of his “activities” before he married Fran, not to mention the continually southward movement of Fran’s hand on his stomach, was starting to make him hard. He was never going to make it through the rest of this pregnancy without indulging in what she was asking. Hell, he’d already made it a ritual of his morning shower. How could it be worse to let her watch, maybe even let her participate? Max didn’t say a word, but he lowered the comforter to his knees and moved his hand back up to cover hers on his belly. He turned his head and kissed her passionately, and as his erection became full, he moved their hands to the bulge in his boxers. Fran hummed her approval at his state as she responded to his kiss, but then she withdrew her hand. She really wanted him to do this himself. He looked at her, trying to convey that he would rather it if she touched him.
“Max, we have another month before the baby, we’ll do it that way. I just want to see you, think of you in here alone thinking of me when I didn’t even know for sure that you wanted me. Tell me about it Max, talk dirty to me”
“Oh God Fran, I wanted you so much. Ever since the first day I saw you, I was so hard for you. Yes, I thought of you every time I got myself off. So many times.” He deepened the kiss as he pulled his boxers down to his knees and kicked them all the way off. No sense in having to change them again.
“What did you do baby, show me what you did.”
“Hmm, I thought of your sexy legs, and later on about your sexy as hell lips and the way you kissed me. When you did that, I would stay hard the rest of the day for you baby.” Max continued to hum as he lowered his hand to himself. He stroked just the head of his penis as he remembered all the lonely nights he’d spent in this bed thinking of the woman that now had her face in his neck. God this was sexy as hell, having her here this time, he didn’t think it would be, and he would have much rather buried himself inside her while he sucked at her nipples and ground himself into her, but this had its own appeal. He continued his light hand movement as he felt her lips on him again. He looked down and noticed a small bead of cum on the tip. He swiped it away with his thumb and just as he did, Fran grabbed his hand and brought it to her mouth. Her tongue came out and licked the drop off of him. He almost came right then. He couldn’t stand this, he had to be inside her. All thoughts left his head about the baby, and he grunted as he tried to roll on top of her, kissing her almost violently. As he moved to swing his leg over to straddle her, he brushed up against her belly and he remembered that he couldn’t make love to her. He stopped and tried to regain his breath as he looked into her eyes.
“Woman, I want you so much I can’t even see straight. What you just did was sexy as hell, YOU are sexy as hell.”
“Mr. Sheffield,” Fran whispered into his ear, “you can’t have me, I’m down the hall in my own room, remember? What did you do back then?”
“Back then, you hadn’t just licked my cum off of me Fran” Max growled into her hair. “I had no idea you were this hot in bed back then. I knew you would be incredible, but the real thing blew my mind when we were on the island. That’s why I’m so addicted to you.”
“Hmm, I guess I did step outside of the fantasy,” she answered innocently, as if she’d just spilt a glass of milk on the floor. “Here, let me help you a little to make up for it, but you still have to show me how you did it when you were alone.” Fran reached over to the bedside table and pulled a bottle out of the drawer. She turned back to him and showed him her prize. A bottle of baby oil. She flipped open the lid, and spread the oil onto Max’s hand, which she still held. “This will make things a bit…smoother, don’t you think?”
Max stared at his hand. He couldn’t move. He no longer wanted to do this, he wanted to make love to his wife. Damn her to get him this turned on when they both knew they couldn’t have sex. Frustrated with his inaction, Fran moved their hands to his stomach as she pushed him back onto his back. She made little circles in the hair that led to his arousal, all the while pinning his own hand underneath hers. She moved lower, pushing his hand along, until his palm rested at the base of his penis. She pushed his hand into his erection gently and leaned her face down to his ear. “Imagine you’re inside me, you’ve made me so wet for you. Show me what feels good Max.” She then removed her hand. Max closed his eyes and tried to imagine that the warm oil was really the wetness of her center, that he’d buried himself in her once more. He pulled his hand up slowly to the tip, covering his shaft with the slick oil. “Oh God” he groaned, as he relaxed against the pillows. With his eyes still closed, he began to move his hand faster, until the rhythm of his stroke matched the rhythm of his thrusts as he made love to Fran in his mind’s eye. He spread his palm out as much as possible to get the feeling that he was really encased inside his wife as he pumped his dick up and down. Fran sat watching him, knowing that she was as wet as she’d ever been, hearing his groans. His climax was slower this time, as he’d just released not an hour before, and over the next minute his hand continued to stroke his penis as his hips started to rise off the bed slightly with his movement. He was groaning constantly now, calling out Fran’s name as he had so many times in the darkness as he thrust into her. Now, he started to get close. Fran could tell because his breathing got even more labored and his ears turned red, as they always did right before he came. She moved her lips to his ear and said, “come Max, come all over, this is sooo hot.” Max opened eyes to see her right as a final yell broke from his lips. They both lowered their eyes to his crotch, where his hand still moved, somewhat slower, as he milked himself. Four quick bursts of the hot white liquid shot from the tip of his cock, spilling into the hair on his belly, the sheets, and running down his hand. Completely out of breath, Max again closed his eyes and went limp onto the bed, stilling his hand. There was sweat all over his face, cum all over his hand and belly, and oil all over his crotch. Fran leaned over and wiped the wet hair from his forehead, then bent to kiss him gently as he slowly regained his breath. She had never known that her husband’s masturbation could be so passionate. Now she knew exactly the speed and pressure that brought him the most pleasure, and she would utilize that knowledge to touch him until they could once again make love.
“Max, was it always that way, so hot?”
“No darling, it was so much better this time because I have actual memories of being inside you, how good in feels to have you surrounding me when I come. I want that again Fran, I don’t want to have to do it this way. After the baby, please say we’ll never have to touch ourselves for sexual release. Please say we’ll always be here for each other, to let go together, because I should be in your arms when I come, that’s where I belong.” His face softened a bit as he admitted to himself that the last ten minutes had not been unpleasant. “Fran, I must admit, knowing you’re in my bed made that the best jack off I’ve ever had”