They had begun shopping for baby already, or at least windowing shopping. They walked passed all the window fronts, hand in hand not really paying too much attention to any non-baby stores.
Then suddenly Lindsay stopped, "I'll take one of those please," she said to no one.
"Still standing here, Montana," Danny said, rolling his eyes at the image she was looking at.
One thing that pregnancy had done for her was increase her already insatiable sexual appetite. And right now was definitely one of those moments. She had stopped in front of the Calvin Klein store and was drooling over the hard bodied male underwear model.
Then as if a suddenly remembering him, she jerked her head to look at him and grabbed him by the shirt pulling him down so she could kiss him. Then just as quickly she pulled his shirt up enough to run her hands across his hard abs and lower.
"Slow down baby," Danny gasped regretfully pulling away, holding her by the shoulders
"But I need you now," she begged, as passerby's looked at them oddly, her wandering hands exploring every part of his body.
"Baby we need to go or somethin' then, cause we are in the middle of Madison Ave. and they tend to frown upon people having sex on the sidewalk in front of their stores. Even married pregnant couples. Especially if they are cops," he explained well trying to keep his pregnant horny wife at bay.
"Don't you love me?" tried to guilt trip him.
"You know I do baby, but…" he hesitated.
"How about the alley? Or a cab? Will you let me have sex in the cab?" she was practically begging now.
"As long as I am the one you are having sex with, then hell yes we can have sex in the cab," he finally agreed.
Quickly she tried to hail a cab, until he pulled her back and then stepped out into the street himself.
It was odd and uncomfortably awkward, but luckily she had begun wearing more skirts for situations just like this.
He languidly kissed her, trying to keep her as covered as possible with his jacket, her hips straddling his as she ground on him, "You are very bad, Lindsay Messer," he groaned into her neck as he came.
Who needed some stupid underwear model when they had Danny Messer as a lover and husband?