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‘Hey, that’s brilliant news!’ Roberta squealed after finding out about Fara and Urs’ forthcoming wedding. Urs and Fara had just broken the news to her and Seb on the first day back after their extremely romantic holiday honeymoon to Seb’s home town of Paris. He had taken Roberta up the Eiffel tower and had made love to her at the very top of it while Roberta had enjoyed the view. It had been a most spectacular orgasm for Roberta.
‘Always, always wear long, flowing skirts.’ Seb had winked afterwards. ‘Oh, and no knickers if possible.’
‘But I’d get a cold…in an awkward place.’ Roberta had winked back.
‘Not when I’m there, to forever warm you up.’ Seb had beamed, making Roberta blush with lust and longing.
Fara plastered on a fake smile as Roberta almost strangled her with happiness of what she considered to be the worlds most exciting news. Not only were Urs and Fara back together, but getting married too! It was a dream come true for Roberta.
‘We’re also going to be parents soon too.’ Urs then informed Seb and Roberta.
‘Oh! Double brilliant news!’ Roberta exclaimed, hugging Urs and then Fara again.
‘Well done mate.’ Seb patted Urs’ shoulder in a manly fashion.
‘Thanks. Thanks.’ Urs proudly nodded.
Fara was half tempted to blurt out, ‘But because I’m pregnant, Urs refuses to sleep with me!’ only she couldn’t. At least not here and now. But later she would take Roberta to one side and tell her. Maybe she would have a solution. From looking at Seb and Roberta anyone could tell that they certainly didn’t have that problem. Seb couldn’t keep his hands off Roberta which was how it should have been. Pity Urs couldn’t follow Seb and be like that with Fara. She was slowly dying inside from lack of attention and she knew Urs was suffering too. She could hear him every morning in the shower, seeing to himself. He insisted on sleeping next to Fara and refused all her help of sexual release saying, ‘Its not right.’
‘Its only a blowjob or hand job.’ Fara had tried.
‘No, not while you’re pregnant.’ he had even taken away her vibrator and wouldn’t even let her masturbate by using her fingers, saying, ‘You might damage the baby.’ At first Fara had thought he had been joking, but something in his eyes had told her he was deadly serious.
‘You jack off.’ Fara had crudely told him after he had confiscated the vibrator.
‘I’m not pregnant.’ Urs snapped back.
‘I’m desperate!’ she had cried.
‘Sorry. Nothing I can do.’ he had replied sounding rather cold.
‘Its not fair!’ Fara had then cried.
‘Tough.’ was all Urs would reply. He kept a very close eye on her. At all times. Not even letting her shower alone just in case she was tempted to relief the pressure of her desire with a quick orgasm. Fara knew it wouldn’t have taken long. Barely ten seconds let alone last one minute or more. God she was horny. Desperately frustrated and not allowed to do a thing about it. Urs wasn’t being fair. Not fair at all.
Fara even had to beg Urs to let her see Roberta alone.
‘OK.’ he finally relented, ‘on one condition.’
‘Anything.’ Fara had gratefully cried.
‘Phone me every hour.’ he said.
‘Fine. OK.’ Fara nodded in relief.

‘Far, what’s wrong?’ Roberta asked once she and Fara were at last alone.
Fara quickly told her the problem. ‘But that’s silly.’ Roberta laughed.
‘That’s Urs for you.’ Fara sighed.
‘Hang on, I’ve a book somewhere…’ Roberta searched her book shelves, ‘aah. Here it is.’ she handed it over to Fara who looked at the cover.
‘Continuing a healthy sex life while pregnant.’ the title of the book read. Even the cover had a pregnant woman and man on it, making love. In the doggy position by the looks of it. Both models looked to be happy. Fara wished she could feel that happy too.
‘That, should re-ignite your sex life.’ Roberta winked.
‘God! I so hope so. I’m so horny I think I’d come in two seconds if touched right.’ Fara moaned.
‘I swear Urs needs his head examined! A healthy, regular sex life is good for a pregnant woman.’ Roberta told her friend after hearing this comment from her.
‘Even…slightly violent sex?’ Fara then asked.
‘Honey, anything that revives the tension of the mummy works wonders. That book.’ Roberta tapped the book Fara was currently holding, ‘talks though everything to do with sex. Even…erotic play.’ she winked.
‘Erotic sex…?’ Fara asked, slightly surprised at this.
‘Oh yes. You know…bondage, feathers, whips even.’
‘Do you and Seb…?’
‘The bondage, to a certain extent. Oh yes!’
‘So that’s why you’ve scarves tied to your bed posts!’ Fara finally realised.
‘Oh yes. I do love tying Seb up!’
‘Poor love!’
‘Oh no. No. He enjoys it. In fact, he demands it almost.’
‘And you…?’ Fara then asked carefully.
‘Occasionally.’ Roberta winked again.
‘Right. Well, I hope this book works then.’ Fara then sighed.
‘If it doesn’t, then I’ll bash Urs over the head with it. Then, make him eat the whole book, including the cover!’ Roberta warned, laughing. Fara joined in on the laughter. And crossed her fingers, hoping that her friend Roberta was right or Fara would surely die from desperation of an orgasm. Not a great way to go. But….

After Fara had left with the book, Roberta got an idea. She had decided to go and pay Seb a visit. He was currently in a recording studio, laying down tracks for IL DIVO’s next album. Roberta felt like going in and surprising him, and, at the same time, giving him something to remember his recording session by. Something a bit extra special. A sex session to forever remember. Plus, after talking to Fara Roberta was also rather horny and needed a little love and attention that only Seb could give her.
He was in the middle of re-recoding some vocals when Roberta sneaked into the recording booth. She kept very quiet as she knelt at Seb’s feet. He looked surprised to see her as Roberta winked up at him. Luckily, only the top part of the recording booth was in glass and the bottom part was brick. Knelt down, anyone outside the booth could only see Seb, singing into his microphone. Headphones on his head. As Roberta reached up to undo Seb’s belt the music finished in his ear and the producers voice came through to the booth, ‘OK Seb, take five.’ he was told. Seb nodded and removed his headphones. ‘Roberta.’ he then asked his wife, ‘what are you doing?’
Roberta beamed up at him as she undid his trousers, undoing the button and sliding down the zip, ‘Just pretend I’m not here.’ she winked, finding his already interested looking penis.
‘Not here…?’ he asked, groaning as she took him into her mouth.
‘You OK in there Seb?’ the producer asked, seeing Seb’s face through the glass.
‘Sure. Fine…fine.’ he nodded, glancing down at his song notes and at his wife.
‘You sure? Only you look a little…red.’ the producer commented.
‘I’ll be OK in a moment.’ Seb reassured his as Roberta continued her sucking, ‘hmm…aah.’ he then groaned. She did have fantastic mouth his wife. And tongue. Oh yes Roberta was a master at giving head.
‘Seb?’ the producer asked.
‘I mean….attishoo…!’ Seb turned his groan of sexual coming into a sneeze.
Roberta wiped at her mouth, then wiped the come from Seb’s penis and slipped him back into his trousers, ‘See you later… big boy.’ she winked, sneaking out of the recording booth, finally sexually satisfied. For now.

‘Oi! Where are you going young lady?’ Seb called as Roberta attempted to sneak away.
‘Oh. Going home.’ she smiled.
‘Not without me you don’t.’ he winked at her.
‘What about your recording session?’ Roberta asked.
‘All finished. I’m now a free man!’ Seb laughed.
‘Come on then Mr Izambard. Lets go home.’ Roberta took his hand.
‘What a good idea, Mrs Izambard.’ Seb winked, making her blush. Although Seb and Roberta had been married for well over a month it was the first time Roberta had ever been called Mrs Izambard. It would take some time getting used to it. Her new surname.
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