Margaret sat in the dining room at the table and had breakfast alone, but it wasn't because there had been any quarrel or misunderstanding. That was because today was a special day for her and John, why she had made a change to the Thorntons' house. It was part of a plan for how Margaret wanted to celebrate her and John's two-month wedding anniversary. She wanted to make it very special for both of them, especially her John and she knew it would be so because she had learned something that would make her beloved husband very happy. Margaret put her fork on a plate and put her right hand on her stomach, and smiled lightly. This anniversary will really be unforgettable, that's what Margaret knew. Suddenly, she was disturbed by a knock on the front door and she went to open it. As she opened them a little, she saw on the doorstep a small packet wrapped in beautiful paper adorned with yellow roses. Margaret picked it up and cast her gaze around the yard, trying to see who could have brought it, she opened the door shut, still casting a glance at John's office from which came the yellowish light of an oil lamp. She smiled and patted her stomach again. Holding the packet in her hands, Margaret walked back to the dining room and began to pack it open, untying the strings it was tied with. Once they had been removed, the beautiful paper opened up a bit and Margaret could see something white and soft, which, when touched, gently clinged to her hand. Opening the paper completely open, she saw in it a white and beautiful nightgown, which she carefully took in her hands and unrolled open. Margaret couldn't take her eyes off it because it was so very beautiful and definitely made of Malborough factory cotton. It was elongated, with long sleeves, the ends of which were adorned with lace, which was also located at the top, around the small décolleté cutout that made a blush appear on Margaret's cheeks. She carefully placed it on the table and saw a small note placed in the paper, which was addressed to her from her beloved John.
My love,
this is my gift to you on our wedding anniversary. I know you'll love it. I hope to see it on your back tonight. Love you.
Your John.
Margaret's heart trembled in joy and she put a note to her chest and hugged it. She was very happy. She put her hand on her stomach again and smiled.
"Your papa didn't even realize what gift I had prepared for him, right, little one?" - and taking off her nightgown, wrapping it in paper, Margaret went first to the kitchen to check if there was everything she needed for a festive dinner, and then went to their bedroom to relax a little, because the evening really promises to be unforgettable, just like the night.
It was already quite dark outside when John stopped working. He got up from the chair, stretched out his arms and took off his long, black coat, he walked out of the office, extinguishing the oil lamp. As he walked across the yard to the house, he saw the lights in the windows burning and smiled. There awaited him the love of his life, his wife and the only woman he has ever loved. No longer hesitating, he quickly climbed the stairs and walked in, hoping to drag Margaret into his embrace, despite Hannah's presence. Once inside, John quickly went upstairs to the living room, where the two most important women in his life usually sat, but once there, he didn't see any of them. Suddenly, Margaret came out of the dining room dressed in the same greenish dress with her shoulders and the décolleté exposed, which she had pulled at the Thorntons dinner then. Her hair was tangled up just like it was then. John couldn't take his gaze away from Margaret and slowly approached her, already imagining her without it. Coming closer, he gently pulled her closer to himself and kissed her tightly first, and then gently hit Margaret's neck with his lips, slowly moving towards her bare shoulders and décolleté. Margaret groaned from the touches of his lips and hot breath, and felt arousal at the height of the plant, but she had to stop him because now wasn't the time for what John wanted so badly.
"John... John, please... Not now. We will have more time for this, but not now. We have dinner waiting for us and then... after that, a surprise awaits you!" - from these words John snapped and looked at Margaret in surprise. She smiled and put her palm in his, the two of them finally entered the dining room. The table was already lined up and John noticed that there were only two plates on the table and looked at Margaret questioningly.
"Are we going to be just two alone? Where's my mother?" - Margaret clung to him and continued to smile.
"Your mother is with Fanny and I gave the servants a day off because I wanted this evening and also the night to belong only to both of us. Don't worry, your mother gladly agreed to go to Fanny. And now come on, let's eat, because I have something else in mind, but it will be after dinner!" - John smiled and kissed his beloved wife gently. Finally the two sat down at the table and had dinner. John was very impatient and glanced at Margaret every now and then, clasping his palm. The two had finally eaten and Margaret put her hand on John's clenched wrist. John let go of it and grabbed her gently.
"John, you're going to your Study room now, but I'm going to go upstairs in the meantime to prepare for this special night!" - again John stared at Margaret in surprise and his impatience only increased.
"Margaret, what's your mind?" - Margaret got up from her chair and walked up to John from the back and hugged him, putting her arms around his neck.
"You'll find out everything soon, love. Just do what I said!" - having said this, she kissed John on the cheek and went upstairs to their bedroom. John watched with a smile on his lips as his beloved left and after a moment he got up and went to his office. As he entered it, he saw on the floor, near the kindled fireplace, lined blankets and sheets, and pillows laid out on top of them. He liked it and once a naked Margaret appeared before his eyes. Suddenly, he felt passion and arousal, and felt his manhood reacted to it. Realizing that this was what was going to happen, John began to undress without hesitation – he tied his cravat, dropping it on one of the chairs, then he took off his long coat, putting it neatly on the back of the chair, then his vest, and then unbuttoned his shirt, which he quickly got rid of and now he was half naked. The flames of the fireplace fire shone on his muscular chest, which was slightly covered with black hair, and his firm hands. He continued on with his shoes and trousers until he was finally completely naked and poured under the sheets, waiting for his Margaret. His manhood was so aroused that he couldn't wait to get it where it was supposed to be. John tried to relax and wait.
Meanwhile, Margaret had already changed into John's gifted nightgown in her bedroom and was ready to go downstairs. She just glanced in the mirror again and stroked her stomach with a smile.
"Very soon your papa will find out about you and he will be very happy!" - having said this, she walked out of the bedroom and finally went to John's study room, where he was already waiting for her.
Reaching the door of the study room, Margaret lowered the top edges of her nightgown lower so that her shoulders were exposed and arranged her hair. When she was ready, she opened the cabinet door and walked in. She felt the warmth coming from the fireplace and coming closer, she saw John lying naked in the sheets, covering only the bottom. Now Margaret also felt lust and blush in her cheeks.
"John? I'm here!" - she called her beloved husband and John, opening his eyes, noticed her. At first he felt like he was seeing the goddess in front of his eyes, because that's what Margaret looked like – dressed in a white nightgown, the top of which was lowered lower so that her shoulders were naked and covered on both sides by her long chestnut-brown hair, and John saw her nipples bulging through it. Suddenly, he felt his case down there getting tougher from arousal. Unable to stand it anymore, John quickly rose to his feet, revealing to Margaret's view his sculpture-like stature. At this moment, Margaret also felt there, between her legs, the heat and wetness showing that she could barely breathe.
"You put it on. I knew it would suit you. You look so beautiful in it, Margaret!" - he shifted his gaze over her nightgown and appreciated it.
"I really like it, John. It's wonderful. Thank you!" - Margaret came up to John and wanted to kiss him on the cheek, but he again gently pulled her to himself that Margaret was gasping.
"I know. And what about your gift to me? I think I've finally earned it!" - he looked seductively at Margaret and smiled while he slowly lowered his right hand until it came to the edge of her nightgown and he began to pull it up quietly, sliding his hand underneath. Margaret groaned.
"You'll get it, but I have another surprise that I'll reveal to you later. Love me, John!" - Margaret panted with just more as John touched her most hidden place lightly. John didn't have to say twice. He smiled and shook his hand, he grabbed the top sides of her nightgown with both hands and let them go, letting it fall from Margaret's shoulders over all her height on the floor, leaving her completely naked. John's eyes flickered from lust and he felt the arousal take over him. He once again passionately kissed his beloved wife and took her in his arms, gently deposited her on blankets. John's gaze slid over Margaret's body again and he leaned gently on top of her.
"You're so beautiful, my love. Just like a goddess. I love you, Margaret!" - John kissed her forehead, then her left cheek, and then the sensitive area of her neck. Margaret groaned and turned her head a little to make it easier for him to get there.
"I love you too, John, and no more words. I want to belong to you as before. Love me, my love!" - John smiled and pressed a tight and passionate kiss on Margaret's lips, he slowly began to move down, covering the place of her décolleté with kisses, then already slowly approached her breasts, which had become firmer, like her nipples. When he got to her breasts, he first showered one with kisses while the other was pressed and the moment his tongue hit the tip of it, Margaret screamed.
"Oh, John..." - Margaret arched her back and threw her head back, feeling like she was getting wet between her legs there. John continued the same actions with his other breast and Margaret snapped her fingers into his black hair, snuggling up to him again. After a while, John continued on his way further until he came to Margaret's most hidden place, which had become very wet. John smiled and looked at Margaret, who was trying to recover and already knew what was waiting for her next. She looked at John and smiled, making it clear that everything was fine and he could move on. John understood everything and began kissing one of her thighs, at the same time with his long fingers lightly touched her most sensitive place, running from top to bottom and vice versa. Margaret gasped and snuggled into the blankets a bit, raising her back again. John then turned to her other thigh and then slowly approached a spot that had become even more sensitive than before. Margaret panted jerky and with each John's approach her now frail spot, her panting became even more jerky that she was already almost close to screaming. Having finally got to where John so badly wanted to be, he slowly slid one of his long fingers into Margaret's most sensitive place and began to move it quietly, looking at his beloved wife. Margaret snuggled even tighter into the blankets at this point with her fingers and throwing her head back, she began to scream John's name.
"John, please... Oh my..." - she kept repeating it and John smiled triumphantly, as if he had won an award and is now using it to his heart's liking. After a moment, he took his finger out into the field and touched with his lips, and began to gently kiss this frail spot. Margaret groaned at every kiss of him, but suddenly she felt that now his lips had been replaced by his tongue and it touched something deeper inside her. John had opened her soft lips a little with two fingers and drove gently through her opening a little deeper with his tongue. Margaret screamed and snuggled into the blankets, arching her back and opening her legs wider. Something she had never felt before, because John had never done anything like this. This was something new. John continued the action for a moment and after a while he snuggled up on top of Margaret again, slowly approaching her face with kisses. He studied it and saw that Margaret's eyes were glassy and she was still overwhelmed with arousal, so he just kissed her on the finally recovered a little and looked at her.
"Oh, John, it was wonderful, even unexpected, because you hadn't done anything like that before!" - John smiled and patted her cheek.
"It's our two-month wedding anniversary and I wanted to surprise you. Let's put it this way, this was my second gift to you, my love, but we're not finished yet!" - he kissed her forehead and Margaret stroked his face, removing the black curle from his forehead.
"And I loved it. Thank you, love, I know!" - with these words Margaret pressed a kiss on John's lips while he settled between her legs and was ready to get her as always. After a moment, Margaret felt him slip in and she gasped. John began to move slowly first, but after a moment more and more quickly, hooking his long fingers with her fine ones, pushing them into the blankets.
"Yes, John, oh, yes... like that..." - Margaret panted jerky and after a moment a scream broke out of her mouth while John continued his fast rhythm and kissed the sensitive spot of her neck.
"Oh, Margaret, how much I love you. You're mine, just mine!" - and with these words he led both of them to the highest peak of pleasure, Margaret tilting her head back and screaming, and John growling at Margaret's neck. For a moment, the two simply slept until they recovered and John lay down next to Margaret, still with their hands hooked together. When Margaret had fully recovered, she looked at John and smiled.
"John, I have another gift for you too!" - John looked at Margaret with surprise on his face and waited for what she would say. Margaret took his hand and put it on her stomach. She smiled and watched as John's facial expression changed from surprise to joy.
"Margaret, you... are you sure... I can't believe it. My child. Our baby!" - John passionately kissed her and then gently stroked her belly with his hand, covering it with kisses as well.
"John, calm down. Yes, I'm pregnant and waiting your child. The fruit of our love. Our firstborn!" - Margaret laughed at John's reaction, but she liked it. She was also very happy when she found out. She loved seeing John so happy.
"Thank you, my darling, you just made me the happiest man in the world. I love you, my wife!" - John smiled and kissed her on the lips without tearing away.
"And I love you, my husband!" - Margaret smiled too and both indulged in passionate kisses, but later both enjoyed the warm fire of the fireplace, with John leaning his back against the chair and Margaret leaning against John's strong chest, with John gently wrapping her around her waist, where his big palm covered her stomach like protecting their baby, both covering themselves with sheets and every now and then a kiss and caress!
