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Accidental homebirth By fishy9890 on 17th August 2021 12:20:36 AM

An Accidental
Home Birth
A Birthing Erotica Short
Lorraine Pearl
Writing as
D. L. Pearl
An Accidental Home Birth
by D. L. Pearl
When the contractions start, the last thing I imagine is that I might end up giving birth at home.
I’m Stacey, and I just went into labor. The problem is, my husband John has an important project due for work, one he could lose his job over if he doesn’t have it done in time. My plan is to let him work in his home office for as long as possible before I tell him about the impending birth.
But as the hours drag on, and my water breaks sooner than I expect, it looks more and more like I might be delivering this baby at home, possibly even alone. I can’t interrupt John no matter how bad the pain gets, no matter how much I feel like I need to push. I’m petrified, but I have no choice.
Warning: This book is a birthing erotica short story.
Themes include: These stories all involve childbirth, just as the name suggests, but it is childbirth, and the pain that comes with it, eroticized. The erotic aspect comes either from something sexual or the experience of birthing itself, the pain itself, or a combination of both. The standalone books in this series can be read in any order, but they all have the same central themes.
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This book may contain sexually explicit scenes, adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers. It is intended only for adults who love pushing the boundaries.
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One
John was busy working in his home office, just like every morning, while I waddled my way around the house, doing my best to stay busy and keep out of his hair. Everything I did now was a hassle with this huge belly. I was ready to go into labor any day, but hopefully not today.
My husband had a deadline to meet for the project he was working on, and if he didn’t make that deadline, his job could be in jeopardy. The last-minute project had been an unwelcome intrusion yesterday, when we had hoped to spend these last days before the baby was born just relaxing together.
I’d already cleaned up after breakfast, swept, dusted, and folded laundry. There wasn’t anything left that needed done so I decided to go upstairs and soak in the tub for a while. I figured that I deserved a little pampering after nine long months of pregnancy.
I hobbled up the stairs as best I could, ran the bath, turned on some music, and eased into the water, my swollen belly making it extremely difficult, of course. I lay back in the huge soaking tub and turned on the jets. Oh, and it was just what I needed.
This was pure heaven. The size of the tub made it easy for me to stretch out and even spread my legs a little to ease some of the pressure from my belly. I rubbed the bubbles over it as the baby kicked around in there like it wanted to burst out.
I couldn’t help but slide my hand down past my belly to touch myself. If that last minute project hadn’t come through, John would have been making love to me right now. Instead, I was left with no other option but to take care of myself.
I stroked my clit softly at first, dipping my fingers inside my needy pussy a few times, and then rubbed at it harder, faster. It felt so good, I laid my head back and moaned, wiggling my hips.
Visions of John taking me right here in this tub played through my mind, the feel of his hard cock gliding in and out of me, the water sloshing around us.
While I fingered myself with one hand, I massaged my plump breasts with the other, plucking at my nipples a few times. A zinging need coursed through me, racing from my overstimulated nipples straight to my throbbing core.
It didn’t take long for my body to shake with the need to cum, but just as I was about to orgasm, squeezing pain and pressure built deep inside me, my belly growing tight. I grabbed onto the sides of the tub to brace myself.
The cramping spread through my belly and into my core, more severe than anything I’d ever felt before.
I just held onto the tub and rode it out as best I could. It couldn’t have been more than a minute, probably less, but it felt like forever as the waves of pain cascaded through me. When it finally passed, I took a deep breath to center myself.
Had that actually been a contraction? If so, this wasn’t a good time. John would be busy all day, and probably well into the night. He didn’t have time to worry about the birth of our child right now. He loved his job and wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he lost it and couldn’t support our family.
No, it was too soon to worry about anything like that. One pain did not mean I was going into labor. It could have just been a Braxton Hicks contraction. Although, I’d had those before, and they hadn’t been quite as strong as this one. Still, I had to believe that was all this was.
Either way, my peace had been broken so I carefully hoisted myself out of the tub and dried off. In the hopes of relaxing again, instead of getting dressed, I climbed into bed to finish what I’d started in the tub.
I raised the head and feet of the adjustable bed until I was in the most comfortable cradled position imaginable, and until it made it easier to reach my still-needy pussy around this huge belly.
It didn’t take long to recover from the pain and pick right back up where I’d left off. I stroked my slit, dipping my fingers in again, and then rubbed at my clit. I massaged my breasts and belly with the other hand. Somehow, having my belly rubbed had become erotic to me in the last few months.
I wiggled my hips again, leaned my head back, and fingered myself faster. But just when I was close to cumming, John came bounding up the stairs and into our room.
He stood at the foot of the bed and crossed his arms. “Well, well, well. What have we here?” He shook his head and cocked an eyebrow as he stared at my hand resting between my legs. “I decided to take a break to check on you, and this is what I find.”
My cheeks burned. I’d been caught. I shrugged my shoulders. “You were busy, and I was horny. What can I say?” I stroked myself and moaned. “Besides, it’s your fault.”
“Oh, how’s that?” His eyes lit up as he waited for my response.
I wiggled my hips. “You knocked me up. Having your baby inside me is what does this to me.”
A wide smile spread across his face as his stare lingered on my hand. “Would you like some help with that?”
Of course I would, but… “As much as the offer sounds too good to refuse, you have work to do. I can’t be a distraction now. This baby could come at any time so you have to get that project finished.”
He released a frustrated-sounding sigh. “Fuck, Stacey. I know you’re right, but that beautiful pussy of yours is calling to me, begging me to fill it.”
My husband now sported an erection beneath his jeans. I couldn’t help but rub my clit and moan in response.
“Yeah, I can spare a half hour or so.” John raced into the bathroom.
I heard him brushing his teeth just as another contraction hit me. I heaved forward and clutched at my belly, breathing deeply to ride out the pain.
This one was just as bad as the first, my belly and core squeezing in tight spasms.
I hadn't expected another so quickly.
I laid my head back before John could catch a glimpse of me then rubbed my taught belly, trying to soothe the ache, but that did nothing for the pain radiating through my core.
John now stood where I could see him as he stripped, but he thankfully hadn’t looked my way as I breathed heavily through the contraction. I bit back a moan and massaged my belly with a little more force.
A few moments later, John came back into the room. “Are you okay?” He was at the foot of the bed again, naked, watching me.
As the contraction slowly subsided, I played it off as me simply being so damned horny. I kept rubbing my belly and moaned. “I just need to feel you inside me so badly it hurts.” I wasn’t about to let him know what was happening, in case it was Braxton Hicks, and so he could focus on the project when he went back to working on it.
The last thing he needed was to be distracted by me possibly going into labor. He’d never get it finished if he was worried about me stumbling around the house in pain. If they were real contractions, I could get through the first part of the labor on my own so he could get his work done.
He must have bought my fib because he strutted over to me, cock stiffly jutting out, and pressed the button to lower the bed flat.
At least I was about to get fucked the way I needed, but I felt bad that it was taking away from his work time. Although, he did deserve a break.
He crawled into bed and positioned himself between my legs. He kissed my belly a few times. “I love you, Stacey. And I can’t wait to hold our baby for the first time.”
Little did he know that it could happen sooner than he thought.
“I love you, too, John.” I raised my hips as best I could for him to place the wedge beneath me.
Once he had the wedge in place, my legs fell wide open for him then he eased in closer and teased my cunt with the head of his cock.
Thoughts of contractions and labor fled as he ran his cockhead up and down my slit. I still was so freaking horny after working myself up like I had. The pain hadn’t taken the edge off of my desire in the least this time.
“You’re wet already. You really do need fucked, don’t you, baby?” He eased his cock into me ever so slightly, still teasing me.
As if the wedge didn’t have my hips high enough, I raised them farther, hoping to push him into me more. I licked my lips and moaned while rubbing my massive belly. “You know it, baby.” Fuck, but I loved being so heavily pregnant. It felt so good knowing his baby was inside me, filling me to bursting, like he would be soon.
He grabbed onto my hips and thrust in deep, hitting that sensitive spot in my core immediately. The spot that made me feel like I needed to pee just as much as it made me need to cum. Then he eased out some and rammed me again.
“You like that, don’t you? You like being fucked hard.” He groaned as he shoved into me over and over.
And each time, his cockhead hit that spot and made my hips buck automatically. I loved that huge fucking cock of his, which was probably why I’d gotten knocked up right after the wedding. Condoms just didn’t feel as good as bareback.
He swatted the side of my thigh. “I asked you a question, Stacey. You’d better answer me.” Another swat punctuated his words as he drove his cock into me harder.
The combination of the pleasure and pain made my body tingle all over. I moved one hand to massage my boobs while I kept the other rubbing at my belly. It all felt so amazing. I loved being fucked hard when I was so close to delivering this baby. While being so massively pregnant.
My body trembled from the pleasure rolling over me, the need to cum building. “Ye...yes...baby. I like being...fucked so hard...with that big...cock of yours.” My breaths were shallow, my heart raced as the zinging need coursed through me each time he rammed his cock into me.
"Fuck yeah, baby. That's so fucking hot. Keep touching yourself like that." His voice was ragged, like he was on the verge of cumming.
But just when I thought I might cum for him, another contraction squeezed my core, my belly tightening hard.
I did my best to pretend the way I tensed and groaned came from being fucked. The way I breathed so heavily and writhed. The way I rubbed at my belly and breasts feverishly.
Luckily, John was too close to his own orgasm to notice the difference.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Cum for me, baby. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.” His body shook, too, as he obviously fought back his climax.
I panted through the contraction as if I was out of breath from being fucked relentlessly, rubbing my belly harder and acting like it was all part of the pleasure. And in some strange way now, it was.
He let go of one of my hips and rubbed at my clit to spur me on. Although the contraction hadn’t let up yet, the feel of his fingers working their magic on my clit had me riding that crest again, even with the pain.
The two sensations collided, and I moaned through the agony and the pleasure. I bucked my hips as the pain increased. My panting breaths came out with sharp moans.
It was so strange to enjoy the tightness squeezing me from the inside out, to the point of increasing my arousal. I almost didn't want the contraction to stop. It all felt so good, and I was so close...
The instant the contraction subsided, my pussy clamped down on his cock as my orgasm rocked me. I bucked my hips faster, writhing as the waves of ecstasy tore through me.
John’s body tensed and his cock jerked inside me. He yelled out my name when he came, ramming that cock inside me over and over as his cum jetted into me.
I could hardly believe how much more intense my climax was thanks to how the pain had affected me. I moaned as I plucked my nipples and rubbed my belly until the last ripples of pleasure faded.
After a few moments, John slowed his rhythm, easing his cock in and out of me, soothing that leftover ache deep inside me.
When he was through, he helped me up, waited for me to clean up and get dressed, then kissed me deeply before going back to work.
I still hadn’t mentioned the contractions, and I had no intention of doing so until I was sure they were the real thing, and until the last possible minute.
Two
I had slept as much as I could through the afternoon, in between contractions, while John worked away at his project. I'd even gotten horny a few more times and had to take care of myself. Twice with my rabbit vibrator, once with my fingers. All three times, I’d cum during a contraction, while the pain was at its height.
In a strange way, the pain seemed to make me ache with need at times. If John had been with me, I definitely would have had him fuck me.
Somewhere in that time, though, I'd had to admit to myself that I truly was in actual labor. This really was it. No more hope that it was Braxton Hicks.
It was early evening by the time I'd heated up some leftovers for John. After the latest contraction, I served him quickly, before another one could hit.
He grabbed me and kissed me. “Thanks, sweetie.” Then he breathed deeply and sighed. “I think I’m gonna have to pull an all-nighter to get this done by the deadline. I feel so bad not spending any time with you. Do you have something to keep you busy still?”
I just wanted to get out of his office before the next contraction hit. If he needed to work through the night, he really couldn’t have a distraction like me being in labor.
“I’ll be fine. I’ve got plenty to keep me busy.” I walked toward the door.
“Okay, but don’t you dare take care of that hot little pussy without me again.” He laughed and went back to work.
I did one of those speed walk things—more like speed waddle—to get away quickly. I made it back upstairs and into the bedroom, panting from the exertion. After a minute, I went into the bathroom to splash some water on my face.
At this point, it had been a good eight hours since the first contraction had hit. I hadn’t been able to eat anything since breakfast and had been sipping at water throughout the day. I had no idea if I was shaky from my nerves at trying to hide the fact that I was in labor or from lack of food. Or just the severity of the ongoing contractions.
I’d started to wonder if I was doing the right thing, but what could the hospital do for me besides maybe giving me something for the pain. Women gave birth every day without formal medical help—not that I intended to go that far.
Besides, it was too early to go to the hospital even if John knew I was in labor. Not telling him changed nothing. It only meant that I had to get through this part alone. I was a big girl. I could do this.
Hopefully, by the time John was finished with his project there would still be plenty of time to get me to the hospital.
Another contraction started, constricting my core and belly, and I bent over the sink and swayed my hips from side to side. Pressure built deep within me. Now I panted from the pain.
Between getting John’s supper and trying to act like nothing was going on, I’d lost track of how long it had been since the last contraction.
No matter how hard I tried to keep it in, I moaned, long and deep from the pain. It felt like my insides were on fire. I had no idea how much longer I could go on like this without medication.
I just stood there, hunched over the sink, rocking and moaning my way through this contraction. Sucking in short panting breaths to help me ride it out. Praying I could hold on until John was finished with work.
The contractions had been steadily increasing in strength and duration. And they were getting closer together.
As I breathed through the end of this one, I reminded myself once again that not only did women give birth every day, many of them did it naturally. Without medication.
“I can do this.” I looked in the mirror and chanted. “I can do this.”
But when I leaned up, a warm wetness pooled in my panties and trickled down my legs. At first, I’d thought I peed myself, but it was quickly followed by a small gush of fluid.
“Oh shit. This isn’t happening.” I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves, hardly able to believe my water had just broken. “I can do this.”
I grabbed my phone off the counter, and a quick search online let me know there could still be plenty of time before I needed to get to the hospital.
Once I caught my breath and my heart stopped pounding so fast, I cleaned up and changed into a maternity dress, but the minute I made it to the bedroom, another contraction tore through me. The hardest one yet.
I leaned over the bed, doing the hip sway again, but this time I stood with my legs apart, knees slightly bent, to make it more comfortable. More moans escaped me. The pain was far too intense to hold them in. It felt like the baby had dropped down lower, preparing to come out.
As I panted heavily, my belly kept constricting, and a pressure built deep inside me.
Was this what it felt like to need to bear down? And if so, did that mean I would be giving birth soon? I had thought the first time would take much longer than this.
And in any case, I couldn’t interrupt John. Not even if I had to deliver this baby on my own.
It hurt so badly that I couldn’t hold still. I pushed myself upright and paced the room, rubbing at my belly in the hopes of easing some of the pain.
This was crazy. Why on earth was I doing this?
I panted and paced, trying to ignore the fear building in me. Trying to ignore the feeling of needing to push, but the pressure was so fucking intense.
I breathed through the end of the contraction as the pain eased and my body relaxed.
Then I searched for unassisted home births...just in case.
Over the next few hours, I watched video after video until the contractions seemed like they were right on top of each other, but that was probably my imagination. I hoped. I hadn’t been timing them like I should have.
What did it really matter? I was stuck here in the bedroom until John was finished with his project. If I had to deliver this baby alone, then so be it. There really was no other choice.
Obviously, lots of women had done it all by themselves. I could too.
But when the next contraction hit like a Mack truck, I dropped the phone and it slid under the bed.
I leaned over the back of the chair in front of the window, arms folded atop it, hips swaying once more, sucking in sharp breaths in an attempt to get through this major contraction.
It was all I could do to hold in a scream and not give away what was happening. I groaned deep in my chest and tried some of the breathing techniques I’d seen in the videos.
I breathed in deeply and blew it out my mouth, long and slow. I did it a few more times, but before long, those breaths became shallow pants followed by moans.
Damn, it felt like I really needed to push already. That pressure kept squeezing inside me and burning in my core.
Heavy footsteps sounded in the hall.
I was still in the middle of this contraction, no way to hide it.
“Why is the light still on? Why aren’t you asleep—” John ran over to me. “Oh my god, Stacey. Are you in labor?”
All I could do was nod as I took turns sucking in deep breaths and bearing down. The baby had definitely dropped inside me more. No doubt about it now. If I hadn’t known better, I’d swear it was trying to come out of me right now.
Or did I even know better? At this point, I had no idea.
“Okay, baby. It’s okay. I’ll get everything ready, and we’ll go to the hospital.” He stroked my back and turned to walk away.
I grabbed his wrist and clamped onto it. “No time.” I panted then bore down with a long groan. “Baby’s coming.” I couldn’t get any more words out than that.
He just stood there stunned, like a deer in headlights. Then he shook his head. “No, that can’t be. You could be in labor for up to a day or even more before it’s time.”
I panted a few more times and rode out the last of this contraction. After a deep breath, I turned to him, leaning on his shoulders for support. “I’ve been in labor all day. It started before you fucked me this morning. And my water broke hours ago.” I sucked in another deep breath and let it out on a sigh. “Are you done with your project yet?”
“What? Why didn’t you tell me?” He kissed the top of my head and rubbed my back. “I’m glad I decided to take a break and come check on you. How have you been doing this all by yourself? When were you going to tell me?”
I held back tears and tried not to let my body tremble, but I was petrified and exhausted. “You have to get the project done.” I stood up straight and pushed away from him. “Go get it finished. I can do this. I watched videos on how to do an unassisted birth. Women do it all the time.” I didn’t care if I sounded crazy. I couldn’t let him get fired because of me.
But just as I felt strong enough in my resolve, another contraction tore through me, and I buckled over. If John hadn’t been there, I would have ended up on my hands and knees on the floor.
It was such a relief to be able to scream as my belly and core tightened like they were in a vise. As that pressure to push hit me, that burning in my core. I grunted as I bore down then pushed hard.
“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m leaving you to have this baby alone. I can’t believe you did this.” He kept rubbing circles on my back as I pushed. “My god. You really are giving birth right now, aren’t you?”
I did that breathing thing again, blowing the air out of my mouth. It was supposed to help keep you from pushing too soon. It had to be too soon. I had only been in labor since early this morning.
What time was it anyway?
I rocked my hips back and forth. It was the only thing that made the pain bearable. Fuck, but it burned so badly.
I sucked in a huge breath and pushed as hard as I could. I didn’t have a choice. It was what my body begged for. Then I did it again and again as John held me through it all.
“What do you need me to do, baby?” His voice grated on my nerves.
Part of me wished he hadn’t come up here so I could be left alone to my misery. So I could push this baby out of me without any distractions.
That pressure deep down inside threatened to tear me apart. It felt like my belly and my cunt were both about to explode.
I reared my head back and screamed again. I huffed out a few breaths then leaned back into him and panted until the contraction subsided. I sucked in air like I’d just run a marathon at full speed. Dizziness swept over me, and I felt sick to my stomach.
And if he hadn’t finished his project yet, I’d done all of this for nothing.
When I caught my breath and could stand on my own, I glanced at the time. It was two o’clock in the morning. I’d been in labor for sixteen hours already. No wonder I felt like I might collapse at any moment.
Although I was terrified, I locked gazes with John. “This baby is coming now. I just need you to help get it out of me!” Those last few words came out on another scream when the next contraction hit.
Three
Apparently, I had been wrong when I'd thought the baby was coming. Two more hours of pushing hadn’t made any difference other than to exhaust me further.
If I’d have known it would take this much longer, I would have gone to the hospital.
John had wanted to call an ambulance repeatedly, but I’d assured him childbirth was natural, had even shown him the videos to prove it. But those women online made it look so fucking easy.
It wasn’t.
As I breathed through the end of my latest contraction, I did feel fuller down below, but I’d thought that before. Although, the burning and pressure was almost constant now, as if the baby was right there, ready to burst out of me at any moment. And that was even between contractions.
John fed me ice chips as I waddled around the bedroom, praying this baby would come out of me soon.
This was the stupidest thing I’d ever done, but there was no turning back now.
I needed to try relieving some of that burning pressure so when I got to the footboard of the bed, I rested my weight on it. “Help me down, John. I need to squat again.”
“Okay, baby. I’ve got you.” He held onto me as I lowered myself into position.
It felt so strange wandering around the room and getting into these different positions completely naked with this massive belly hanging out.
Knowing the baby would start coming out of me at any moment. Hoping that it would, at least.
I needed to give birth so badly, had for hours now. I was beginning to wonder if something was wrong. Why wouldn’t the baby come out of me?
I shouldn’t have done this. If anything was wrong with our baby because of me… I tried pushing those thoughts aside, unable to go there mentally.
John knelt beside me, rubbing my back still. Sometimes it was soothing, other times it was annoying as hell, but he was only trying to help, to be part of his child’s birth.
To think I had almost denied him that. “I’m so sorry, John.”
He caressed my cheek then turned my head and kissed me. “For what, baby?”
“For thinking it would have been okay to give birth without you. I never thought about what it would be like for you to miss out on it.” Another contraction kicked up, and I used my newfound leverage to take a deep breath and push.
“I’m glad I’m here. I would have regretted missing this.” He kissed my head and rubbed my back. “You’re doing so good. I’m proud of you for being able to have a home birth, however unplanned.”
I tried the other breathing technique I’d learned. “Hee...hee...hee...hee. Owww, holy fuck!” Sort of.
Something shifted down there, that pressure and burning sensation growing exponentially. My body trembled and tears welled in my eyes. It hurt so fucking much.
“Are you okay, baby? Is something wrong?” His voice cracked, fear lacing his words.
“I’m fucking...giving birth! What do you...fucking think?” I sucked in another breath and pushed for a bit. “Hee...hee...hee...hee...hee.” Another big push.
It still seemed that no matter how hard I tried, this baby refused to be born. I panted more, pushed more then repeated.
Maybe this was my punishment for having tried to do this without John here. Maybe something really was wrong with the baby. Or maybe I just wouldn't be able to do this without medical help.
I screamed and grunted. "I need this baby…out of me now!" I pushed again, but I still couldn't give birth.
“It’s okay, baby. You can do this.” He moved behind me and massaged my lower back.
I rocked my hips as the contraction finally subsided, sucking in a long deep breath to try calming myself. No matter what, I wouldn't tell him of my fears. One of us needed to keep their cool in case something really was wrong.
I leaned my head back and relaxed into the feel of his strong hands on me. “Why didn’t you do that sooner?” My back had been aching most of the day, and I'd just gotten used to it somewhere along the way.
“I hadn’t thought of it before. I’m sorry, baby.” He kneaded my flesh, working his way out from the middle of my back to my sides.
It made me need him to do more. “Reach around and rub my belly, too, please.”
Part of me almost wanted him to massage other areas, but it was far too late for that.
His hands worked magic on my tight belly. “Let go, baby. Lean back on me completely. Let me do this with you. Let me help you give birth. We made this baby together, and we can bring it into this world together.”
I had no idea how long I could stay in this position, but I did as he said, leaning all of my weight against his hard chest. Without the pain clawing at me, his words were such a sweet sentiment, and they also aroused me a little.
His hands roamed my belly, all the way to the bottom, and I spread my legs wider in invitation.
“Touch me, John.” My words came out breathy and needy. “I’ve heard childbirth can be erotic.” And I already knew I could cum with the contractions. Maybe it would help with the delivery.
At this point, I was willing to try anything.
He kissed my cheek and neck and slipped one hand lower, teasing at my clit. “How far down is the baby? I don’t want to shove my fingers in there if it’s coming.”
“I can’t tell for sure. I feel so full. Just be easy.” I wiggled my hips, urging him on.
This really was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. To birth our child together, just the two of us. At this moment, I was glad we were here at home and not in some sterile hospital with strangers all around.
Maybe everything would be okay.
His fingers dipped in hesitantly, and I pressed back into him and moaned from how good his touch felt. I wished he could fuck me right now.
“Oh, John. That feels so good.” I rocked my hips again.
His other hand moved upward, teasing at my nipples. “I have to say that I didn’t expect we’d be doing this right now.”
As another contraction hit, I kept my weight on him. “Don’t stop unless I tell you to.” I leaned into him harder, kept rocking my hips, enjoying the feel of him even through the excruciating pain.
I turned my head into his chest, sucked in a breath, and pushed easy, hoping I could get the baby out if I was relaxed enough.
His fingers strummed my cunt and clit, my nipples. “I have heard that some women orgasm during childbirth.” A deep groan rumbled out of him. “Fuck, baby. You’ve got me so damned hard now that these jeans are too fucking tight.”
Maybe someday I’d tell him just how right he was about the orgasms.
I writhed back against him, moaning and bearing down. My body trembled again, partly from the pain squeezing me from the inside out, the burning in my cunt, and partly from the tingling need his fingers created inside me.
I faced forward but still leaned on him, still rocked my hips and writhed against him. “Hee...hee...hee.” Deep breath and push. “Hee...hee...hee...hee.” Another big push.
The pain only increased the pleasure. I’d never been into that before I'd gone into labor, but now I was. Sure, we'd played around with light spanking and swatting like earlier but that was all. Things might change after this.
I breathed through the excruciating pain and focused on his touch to help me ride it out, while my body seemed to push even when I wasn't. I trembled, but he held me firm, helping me with this torture.
I brought my chin to my chest and pushed one more time as he stroked my pussy like he owned it.
Something was happening again. I spread my legs farther apart, as far as I possibly could, and pushed harder.
My cunt spread open, and it wasn’t from his fingers.
“Oh, fuck, Stacey. Is that the baby’s head?” He kept his hand there, feeling around the head, all over me.
"Hee...hee...hee." I grunted, pushed as easy as I could, trying to relax and let my body do this. It was the only thing that had helped so far. "Hee...hee...hee...hee." I groaned and rocked my hips as the pain slowly died down.
When the contraction stopped, I sucked in some shallow breaths, nodding my head. “I can feel it, John. I can feel the baby starting to come out. I think they call it crowning.” I reached down to feel the baby’s head with him.
He still supported me, still touched me. It was the most intimate thing I could ever have imagined. Both of our hands cradled the head.
“Do you still want me to rub you? Are you going to try to cum?” He eased his hand up to rub my belly while the other still played with my nipples. “I think you’re leaking a little, baby. If I was in front of you, I’d suck on that milk of yours.”
Why on earth did that sound good to me? “I wish you could, but either way, I doubt I can cum like this even though I’m horny as hell. And yes, I still want you to keep doing that. It’s helping me give birth if nothing else.”
I thought my legs would be cramping by now, but with his help, I felt like I might be able to stay like this for a while longer. “You’d better grab the comforter and put it under me for the baby. I think I might give birth right here. With your help.”
He quickly reached around me and yanked the blanket from the bed and did as I’d said, creating a soft cushion for the baby to lay on when it dropped out of me.
Just as the next contraction built, I leaned back into him. “It’s time, John.” I didn’t even have to start pushing to feel the head inching lower. My body spasmed and pushed on its own so I tried relaxing again for it to do what it needed. “Hee...hee...hee...hee.” But the burning pressure hit a new level of excruciating, and I heaved forward, unable to hold back any longer. “Oh, fuck…it burns. It’s coming!” It was another scream, my body trembling violently.
With a deep breath, I pushed while John continued caressing my breasts, belly, and even my pussy, until the head came out too far.
I rocked my hips and pushed harder, my cunt spreading so wide now as the head came out farther.
It burned so badly, and I felt like I would rip apart, still I sucked in another breath and pushed again.
John rocked his body with mine. “That’s it. Push that baby out for me. You can do it. I’m so proud of you.”
My entire body quaked, tears now streaming down my face. I’d never felt this much pain in my entire life.
Even so, with John’s body so close to mine, his hands all over me, even caressing his baby’s head as it came out of me, it made me want to hold onto every second of this. In some strange way, I didn’t want it to end.
When this one subsided, I lay back against him, no strength to hold myself up. I heaved in deep breaths. I couldn’t take much more of this, even with his help. I needed this baby out of me right now.
“You’re almost there. Maybe just one more contraction.” He rubbed at my belly while I trembled in his arms.
Now I cried at the beauty of this moment. “I love you, John.”
“I love you, too, baby.” He turned my head and lifted my chin to kiss me deeply, passionately.
I moaned into his mouth, suddenly horny again, and he obliged by plucking at my nipples. It felt so good as a tingling need spread through me, the strangest sensation of all being our baby's head resting between my legs. It truly was erotic beyond belief.
Then another contraction hit full force, and I lurched forward. So much for relaxing and letting the baby come out on its own. Now he used one hand to fondle my breasts and the other to caress my inner thigh with seductive strokes.
Everything he did was meant to arouse me at the same time as he helped me birth our baby.
He feathered kisses along my neck as I sucked in a breath and bore down. I tried to do a gentle push to ease the baby out of me. To let my body do the work.
To enjoy this amazing experience.
The whole thing was so fucking arousing even through the burning pain. My nipples tingled, milk dripping from them while he tugged at them.
The more I rocked my hips and the baby eased out, the more I felt like I might cum at any second.
It was the craziest thing I'd ever experienced.
“Hee...hee...hee.” I leaned back against him, my body molded to his. “Oh, John.” I rocked back and forth as he plucked my nipples and caressed my thigh, and then I gave a small push. “Oh...oh my god.”
“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. You know you want to. Push my baby out of you now. Give birth for me.” He didn’t let up on me for a minute, helping me give birth. Helping me cum. "You've got me so fucking hard for you. Cum for me while you’re giving birth. It's so fucking hot."
I pushed back against him harder, my hips still rocking, the baby still easing downward, the contraction intense, and I thrashed my head as my orgasm exploded through the pain. I grabbed his arms for leverage as I rocked back and forth in violent spasms, both from the pleasure and the pain.
Oh, but I needed to push so badly. I heaved forward again. Pushed down hard.
“I need to...give birth now!” I pushed again and again. I thought this part would be easy now that the head was out, but it still took so much effort, and I was so damned tired. “I need this baby...out of me!”
My core still pulsed and tingled from my climax, and it only made me rock my hips that much harder. The agony and ecstasy combined as my body shook violently again, and I rode out my orgasm while giving birth like John had begged for.
As I pushed, he leaned into me, shoving me forward slightly and helping me bear down.
“Together, baby. Just like I said.” His hands now rested on my belly, pressing down gently.
It was coming. The baby was coming out. I sucked in a breath then pushed one last fucking time as hard as I could.
Within seconds, the baby dropped out of me and onto the comforter.
“It’s out, John. The baby’s out.” I couldn’t move yet. I just rocked back and forth, panting for air.
And he stayed right there with me, supporting me.
It felt so good, so right to do it like this.
When the baby cried, I breathed a sigh of relief. “We did it.”
“No, baby. You did it. I just helped." He wrapped me in his strong arms and kissed the top of my head. "Ready to find out if it’s a boy or a girl?"
We’d purposely waited, hadn’t wanted to know until this very moment.
He helped me ease onto my knees over top of the baby, but I had to lean against the bed for support, laying my head on the footboard from sheer exhaustion. I didn't even have the strength to look at the baby right now. As long as it was crying I knew it was all right.
“You okay if I go get some towels?” He moved away tentatively.
I nodded and smiled then dropped my head again. I was honestly too weak to pick the baby up yet. I was afraid I would drop it if I tried. My entire body still shook from being so drained and from the monumental orgasm.
When John came back, he gently cleaned the baby and wrapped it in a towel for now then held it up to me. “Hey mommy, here’s your daughter. She’s beautiful, just like her mother.”
And she was. I wanted to hold her but knew we weren’t done yet. I quickly explained what he needed to do next, and he laid our daughter down so he could take care of it.
He laid some towels under me and finished with the umbilical cord just in time for another small contraction to hit. I grunted and pushed through it until I delivered the placenta as I’d seen on the videos, reaching down to help ease it out of me.
“Wow, you really do know what you’re doing.” John stood and laid the baby on the bed then helped me to my feet. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean everything up, and I’ve got the baby. You did all the work, this is on me. Do you need help to the bathroom?”
I shook my head and kissed him. “You really did help me more than you realize.” I waddled off to the bathroom, legs sore and aching just like the rest of my body.
By the time I’d finished washing up and dressing, John sat on the bed, rocking the baby. He had a video playing of what to do after a home birth.
“Gotta love the internet.” I sat down beside him and took our daughter from him, holding our baby for the first time. “Do you think I should try to nurse her yet?”
It was an incredible feeling, having her in my arms finally. My heart melted. I loved her deeply.
“According to this, you should.” He helped ease my shirt up, exposing my breast.
She latched on right away and started suckling. I couldn’t help but cry. It was the best moment of my life. “So what should we name her?”
We hadn’t decided on a name ahead of time, thinking we would know what to call our baby once we saw it.
John wrapped his arms around us both. “She looks like an Ella to me.”
I liked that. It was one of the names we had tossed around early on. “How about Ella Rose?”
He smiled wide and kissed me. “It’s perfect for her. I love you, Stacey.”
“I love you, too.” I snuggled into his embrace while Ella nursed.
If we ever had another baby, I wanted a home birth again. It was the most amazing experience of my life, just the two of us bringing our child into this world together in such an intimate way.
Only the next time it would be planned, not accidental.
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An Accidental
Home Birth
A Birthing Erotica Short

Lorraine Pearl
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An Accidental Home Birth
by D. L. Pearl

When the contractions start, the last thing I imagine is that I might end up giving birth at home.
I’m Stacey, and I just went into labor. The problem is, my husband John has an important project due for work, one he could lose his job over if he doesn’t have it done in time. My plan is to let him work in his home office for as long as possible before I tell him about the impending birth.
But as the hours drag on, and my water breaks sooner than I expect, it looks more and more like I might be delivering this baby at home, possibly even alone. I can’t interrupt John no matter how bad the pain gets, no matter how much I feel like I need to push. I’m petrified, but I have no choice.
Warning: This book is a birthing erotica short story.

Themes include: These stories all involve childbirth, just as the name suggests, but it is childbirth, and the pain that comes with it, eroticized. The erotic aspect comes either from something sexual or the experience of birthing itself, the pain itself, or a combination of both. The standalone books in this series can be read in any order, but they all have the same central themes.

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One

John was busy working in his home office, just like every morning, while I waddled my way around the house, doing my best to stay busy and keep out of his hair. Everything I did now was a hassle with this huge belly. I was ready to go into labor any day, but hopefully not today.
My husband had a deadline to meet for the project he was working on, and if he didn’t make that deadline, his job could be in jeopardy. The last-minute project had been an unwelcome intrusion yesterday, when we had hoped to spend these last days before the baby was born just relaxing together.
I’d already cleaned up after breakfast, swept, dusted, and folded laundry. There wasn’t anything left that needed done so I decided to go upstairs and soak in the tub for a while. I figured that I deserved a little pampering after nine long months of pregnancy.
I hobbled up the stairs as best I could, ran the bath, turned on some music, and eased into the water, my swollen belly making it extremely difficult, of course. I lay back in the huge soaking tub and turned on the jets. Oh, and it was just what I needed.
This was pure heaven. The size of the tub made it easy for me to stretch out and even spread my legs a little to ease some of the pressure from my belly. I rubbed the bubbles over it as the baby kicked around in there like it wanted to burst out.
I couldn’t help but slide my hand down past my belly to touch myself. If that last minute project hadn’t come through, John would have been making love to me right now. Instead, I was left with no other option but to take care of myself.
I stroked my clit softly at first, dipping my fingers inside my needy pussy a few times, and then rubbed at it harder, faster. It felt so good, I laid my head back and moaned, wiggling my hips.
Visions of John taking me right here in this tub played through my mind, the feel of his hard cock gliding in and out of me, the water sloshing around us.
While I fingered myself with one hand, I massaged my plump breasts with the other, plucking at my nipples a few times. A zinging need coursed through me, racing from my overstimulated nipples straight to my throbbing core.
It didn’t take long for my body to shake with the need to cum, but just as I was about to orgasm, squeezing pain and pressure built deep inside me, my belly growing tight. I grabbed onto the sides of the tub to brace myself.
The cramping spread through my belly and into my core, more severe than anything I’d ever felt before.
I just held onto the tub and rode it out as best I could. It couldn’t have been more than a minute, probably less, but it felt like forever as the waves of pain cascaded through me. When it finally passed, I took a deep breath to center myself.
Had that actually been a contraction? If so, this wasn’t a good time. John would be busy all day, and probably well into the night. He didn’t have time to worry about the birth of our child right now. He loved his job and wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he lost it and couldn’t support our family.
No, it was too soon to worry about anything like that. One pain did not mean I was going into labor. It could have just been a Braxton Hicks contraction. Although, I’d had those before, and they hadn’t been quite as strong as this one. Still, I had to believe that was all this was.
Either way, my peace had been broken so I carefully hoisted myself out of the tub and dried off. In the hopes of relaxing again, instead of getting dressed, I climbed into bed to finish what I’d started in the tub.
I raised the head and feet of the adjustable bed until I was in the most comfortable cradled position imaginable, and until it made it easier to reach my still-needy pussy around this huge belly.
It didn’t take long to recover from the pain and pick right back up where I’d left off. I stroked my slit, dipping my fingers in again, and then rubbed at my clit. I massaged my breasts and belly with the other hand. Somehow, having my belly rubbed had become erotic to me in the last few months.
I wiggled my hips again, leaned my head back, and fingered myself faster. But just when I was close to cumming, John came bounding up the stairs and into our room.
He stood at the foot of the bed and crossed his arms. “Well, well, well. What have we here?” He shook his head and cocked an eyebrow as he stared at my hand resting between my legs. “I decided to take a break to check on you, and this is what I find.”
My cheeks burned. I’d been caught. I shrugged my shoulders. “You were busy, and I was horny. What can I say?” I stroked myself and moaned. “Besides, it’s your fault.”
“Oh, how’s that?” His eyes lit up as he waited for my response.
I wiggled my hips. “You knocked me up. Having your baby inside me is what does this to me.”
A wide smile spread across his face as his stare lingered on my hand. “Would you like some help with that?”
Of course I would, but… “As much as the offer sounds too good to refuse, you have work to do. I can’t be a distraction now. This baby could come at any time so you have to get that project finished.”
He released a frustrated-sounding sigh. “Fuck, Stacey. I know you’re right, but that beautiful pussy of yours is calling to me, begging me to fill it.”
My husband now sported an erection beneath his jeans. I couldn’t help but rub my clit and moan in response.
“Yeah, I can spare a half hour or so.” John raced into the bathroom.
I heard him brushing his teeth just as another contraction hit me. I heaved forward and clutched at my belly, breathing deeply to ride out the pain.
This one was just as bad as the first, my belly and core squeezing in tight spasms.
I hadn't expected another so quickly.
I laid my head back before John could catch a glimpse of me then rubbed my taught belly, trying to soothe the ache, but that did nothing for the pain radiating through my core.
John now stood where I could see him as he stripped, but he thankfully hadn’t looked my way as I breathed heavily through the contraction. I bit back a moan and massaged my belly with a little more force.
A few moments later, John came back into the room.  “Are you okay?” He was at the foot of the bed again, naked, watching me.
As the contraction slowly subsided, I played it off as me simply being so damned horny. I kept rubbing my belly and moaned. “I just need to feel you inside me so badly it hurts.” I wasn’t about to let him know what was happening, in case it was Braxton Hicks, and so he could focus on the project when he went back to working on it.
The last thing he needed was to be distracted by me possibly going into labor. He’d never get it finished if he was worried about me stumbling around the house in pain. If they were real contractions, I could get through the first part of the labor on my own so he could get his work done.
He must have bought my fib because he strutted over to me, cock stiffly jutting out, and pressed the button to lower the bed flat.
At least I was about to get fucked the way I needed, but I felt bad that it was taking away from his work time. Although, he did deserve a break.
He crawled into bed and positioned himself between my legs. He kissed my belly a few times. “I love you, Stacey. And I can’t wait to hold our baby for the first time.”
Little did he know that it could happen sooner than he thought.
“I love you, too, John.” I raised my hips as best I could for him to place the wedge beneath me.
Once he had the wedge in place, my legs fell wide open for him then he eased in closer and teased my cunt with the head of his cock.
Thoughts of contractions and labor fled as he ran his cockhead up and down my slit. I still was so freaking horny after working myself up like I had. The pain hadn’t taken the edge off of my desire in the least this time.
“You’re wet already. You really do need fucked, don’t you, baby?” He eased his cock into me ever so slightly, still teasing me.
As if the wedge didn’t have my hips high enough, I raised them farther, hoping to push him into me more. I licked my lips and moaned while rubbing my massive belly. “You know it, baby.” Fuck, but I loved being so heavily pregnant. It felt so good knowing his baby was inside me, filling me to bursting, like he would be soon.
He grabbed onto my hips and thrust in deep, hitting that sensitive spot in my core immediately. The spot that made me feel like I needed to pee just as much as it made me need to cum. Then he eased out some and rammed me again.
“You like that, don’t you? You like being fucked hard.” He groaned as he shoved into me over and over.
And each time, his cockhead hit that spot and made my hips buck automatically. I loved that huge fucking cock of his, which was probably why I’d gotten knocked up right after the wedding. Condoms just didn’t feel as good as bareback.
He swatted the side of my thigh. “I asked you a question, Stacey. You’d better answer me.” Another swat punctuated his words as he drove his cock into me harder.
The combination of the pleasure and pain made my body tingle all over. I moved one hand to massage my boobs while I kept the other rubbing at my belly. It all felt so amazing. I loved being fucked hard when I was so close to delivering this baby. While being so massively pregnant.
My body trembled from the pleasure rolling over me, the need to cum building. “Ye...yes...baby. I like being...fucked so hard...with that big...cock of yours.” My breaths were shallow, my heart raced as the zinging need coursed through me each time he rammed his cock into me.
"Fuck yeah, baby. That's so fucking hot. Keep touching yourself like that." His voice was ragged, like he was on the verge of cumming.
But just when I thought I might cum for him, another contraction squeezed my core, my belly tightening hard.
I did my best to pretend the way I tensed and groaned came from being fucked.  The way I breathed so heavily and writhed. The way I rubbed at my belly and breasts feverishly.
Luckily, John was too close to his own orgasm to notice the difference.
“Oh, fuck yeah. Cum for me, baby. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.” His body shook, too, as he obviously fought back his climax.
I panted through the contraction as if I was out of breath from being fucked relentlessly, rubbing my belly harder and acting like it was all part of the pleasure. And in some strange way now, it was.
He let go of one of my hips and rubbed at my clit to spur me on. Although the contraction hadn’t let up yet, the feel of his fingers working their magic on my clit had me riding that crest again, even with the pain.
The two sensations collided, and I moaned through the agony and the pleasure. I bucked my hips as the pain increased. My panting breaths came out with sharp moans.
It was so strange to enjoy the tightness squeezing me from the inside out, to the point of increasing my arousal. I almost didn't want the contraction to stop. It all felt so good, and I was so close...
The instant the contraction subsided, my pussy clamped down on his cock as my orgasm rocked me. I bucked my hips faster, writhing as the waves of ecstasy tore through me.
John’s body tensed and his cock jerked inside me. He yelled out my name when he came, ramming that cock inside me over and over as his cum jetted into me.
I could hardly believe how much more intense my climax was thanks to how the pain had affected me. I moaned as I plucked my nipples and rubbed my belly until the last ripples of pleasure faded.
After a few moments, John slowed his rhythm, easing his cock in and out of me, soothing that leftover ache deep inside me.
When he was through, he helped me up, waited for me to clean up and get dressed, then kissed me deeply before going back to work.
I still hadn’t mentioned the contractions, and I had no intention of doing so until I was sure they were the real thing, and until the last possible minute.

Two

I had slept as much as I could through the afternoon, in between contractions, while John worked away at his project. I'd even gotten horny a few more times and had to take care of myself. Twice with my rabbit vibrator, once with my fingers. All three times, I’d cum during a contraction, while the pain was at its height.
In a strange way, the pain seemed to make me ache with need at times. If John had been with me, I definitely would have had him fuck me.
Somewhere in that time, though, I'd had to admit to myself that I truly was in actual labor. This really was it. No more hope that it was Braxton Hicks.
It was early evening by the time I'd heated up some leftovers for John.  After the latest contraction, I served him quickly, before another one could hit.
He grabbed me and kissed me. “Thanks, sweetie.” Then he breathed deeply and sighed. “I think I’m gonna have to pull an all-nighter to get this done by the deadline. I feel so bad not spending any time with you. Do you have something to keep you busy still?”
I just wanted to get out of his office before the next contraction hit. If he needed to work through the night, he really couldn’t have a distraction like me being in labor.
“I’ll be fine. I’ve got plenty to keep me busy.” I walked toward the door.
“Okay, but don’t you dare take care of that hot little pussy without me again.” He laughed and went back to work.
I did one of those speed walk things—more like speed waddle—to get away quickly. I made it back upstairs and into the bedroom, panting from the exertion. After a minute, I went into the bathroom to splash some water on my face.
At this point, it had been a good eight hours since the first contraction had hit. I hadn’t been able to eat anything since breakfast and had been sipping at water throughout the day. I had no idea if I was shaky from my nerves at trying to hide the fact that I was in labor or from lack of food. Or just the severity of the ongoing contractions.
I’d started to wonder if I was doing the right thing, but what could the hospital do for me besides maybe giving me something for the pain. Women gave birth every day without formal medical help—not that I intended to go that far.
Besides, it was too early to go to the hospital even if John knew I was in labor. Not telling him changed nothing. It only meant that I had to get through this part alone. I was a big girl. I could do this.
Hopefully, by the time John was finished with his project there would still be plenty of time to get me to the hospital.
Another contraction started, constricting my core and belly, and I bent over the sink and swayed my hips from side to side. Pressure built deep within me. Now I panted from the pain.
Between getting John’s supper and trying to act like nothing was going on, I’d lost track of how long it had been since the last contraction.
No matter how hard I tried to keep it in, I moaned, long and deep from the pain. It felt like my insides were on fire. I had no idea how much longer I could go on like this without medication.
I just stood there, hunched over the sink, rocking and moaning my way through this contraction.  Sucking in short panting breaths to help me ride it out. Praying I could hold on until John was finished with work.
The contractions had been steadily increasing in strength and duration. And they were getting closer together.
As I breathed through the end of this one, I reminded myself once again that not only did women give birth every day, many of them did it naturally. Without medication.
“I can do this.” I looked in the mirror and chanted. “I can do this.”
But when I leaned up, a warm wetness pooled in my panties and trickled down my legs. At first, I’d thought I peed myself, but it was quickly followed by a small gush of fluid.
“Oh shit. This isn’t happening.” I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves, hardly able to believe my water had just broken. “I can do this.”
I grabbed my phone off the counter, and a quick search online let me know there could still be plenty of time before I needed to get to the hospital.
Once I caught my breath and my heart stopped pounding so fast, I cleaned up and changed into a maternity dress, but the minute I made it to the bedroom, another contraction tore through me. The hardest one yet.
I leaned over the bed, doing the hip sway again, but this time I stood with my legs apart, knees slightly bent, to make it more comfortable. More moans escaped me. The pain was far too intense to hold them in. It felt like the baby had dropped down lower, preparing to come out.
As I panted heavily, my belly kept constricting, and a pressure built deep inside me.
Was this what it felt like to need to bear down? And if so, did that mean I would be giving birth soon? I had thought the first time would take much longer than this.
And in any case, I couldn’t interrupt John. Not even if I had to deliver this baby on my own.
It hurt so badly that I couldn’t hold still. I pushed myself upright and paced the room, rubbing at my belly in the hopes of easing some of the pain.
This was crazy. Why on earth was I doing this?
I panted and paced, trying to ignore the fear building in me. Trying to ignore the feeling of needing to push, but the pressure was so fucking intense.
I breathed through the end of the contraction as the pain eased and my body relaxed.
Then I searched for unassisted home births...just in case.
Over the next few hours, I watched video after video until the contractions seemed like they were right on top of each other, but that was probably my imagination. I hoped. I hadn’t been timing them like I should have.
What did it really matter? I was stuck here in the bedroom until John was finished with his project. If I had to deliver this baby alone, then so be it. There really was no other choice.
Obviously, lots of women had done it all by themselves. I could too.
But when the next contraction hit like a Mack truck, I dropped the phone and it slid under the bed.
I leaned over the back of the chair in front of the window, arms folded atop it, hips swaying once more, sucking in sharp breaths in an attempt to get through this major contraction.
It was all I could do to hold in a scream and not give away what was happening. I groaned deep in my chest and tried some of the breathing techniques I’d seen in the videos.
I breathed in deeply and blew it out my mouth, long and slow. I did it a few more times, but before long, those breaths became shallow pants followed by moans.
Damn, it felt like I really needed to push already. That pressure kept squeezing inside me and burning in my core.
Heavy footsteps sounded in the hall.
I was still in the middle of this contraction, no way to hide it.
“Why is the light still on? Why aren’t you asleep—” John ran over to me. “Oh my god, Stacey. Are you in labor?”
All I could do was nod as I took turns sucking in deep breaths and bearing down. The baby had definitely dropped inside me more. No doubt about it now. If I hadn’t known better, I’d swear it was trying to come out of me right now.
Or did I even know better? At this point, I had no idea.
“Okay, baby. It’s okay. I’ll get everything ready, and we’ll go to the hospital.” He stroked my back and turned to walk away.
I grabbed his wrist and clamped onto it. “No time.” I panted then bore down with a long groan. “Baby’s coming.” I couldn’t get any more words out than that.
He just stood there stunned, like a deer in headlights. Then he shook his head. “No, that can’t be. You could be in labor for up to a day or even more before it’s time.”
I panted a few more times and rode out the last of this contraction. After a deep breath, I turned to him, leaning on his shoulders for support. “I’ve been in labor all day. It started before you fucked me this morning. And my water broke hours ago.” I sucked in another deep breath and let it out on a sigh. “Are you done with your project yet?”
“What? Why didn’t you tell me?” He kissed the top of my head and rubbed my back. “I’m glad I decided to take a break and come check on you. How have you been doing this all by yourself? When were you going to tell me?”
I held back tears and tried not to let my body tremble, but I was petrified and exhausted. “You have to get the project done.” I stood up straight and pushed away from him. “Go get it finished. I can do this. I watched videos on how to do an unassisted birth. Women do it all the time.” I didn’t care if I sounded crazy. I couldn’t let him get fired because of me.
But just as I felt strong enough in my resolve, another contraction tore through me, and I buckled over. If John hadn’t been there, I would have ended up on my hands and knees on the floor.
It was such a relief to be able to scream as my belly and core tightened like they were in a vise. As that pressure to push hit me, that burning in my core. I grunted as I bore down then pushed hard.
“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m leaving you to have this baby alone. I can’t believe you did this.” He kept rubbing circles on my back as I pushed. “My god. You really are giving birth right now, aren’t you?”
I did that breathing thing again, blowing the air out of my mouth. It was supposed to help keep you from pushing too soon. It had to be too soon. I had only been in labor since early this morning.
What time was it anyway?
I rocked my hips back and forth. It was the only thing that made the pain bearable. Fuck, but it burned so badly.
I sucked in a huge breath and pushed as hard as I could. I didn’t have a choice. It was what my body begged for. Then I did it again and again as John held me through it all.
“What do you need me to do, baby?” His voice grated on my nerves.
Part of me wished he hadn’t come up here so I could be left alone to my misery. So I could push this baby out of me without any distractions.
That pressure deep down inside threatened to tear me apart. It felt like my belly and my cunt were both about to explode.
I reared my head back and screamed again. I huffed out a few breaths then leaned back into him and panted until the contraction subsided. I sucked in air like I’d just run a marathon at full speed. Dizziness swept over me, and I felt sick to my stomach.
And if he hadn’t finished his project yet, I’d done all of this for nothing.
When I caught my breath and could stand on my own, I glanced at the time. It was two o’clock in the morning. I’d been in labor for sixteen hours already. No wonder I felt like I might collapse at any moment.
Although I was terrified, I locked gazes with John. “This baby is coming now. I just need you to help get it out of me!” Those last few words came out on another scream when the next contraction hit.

Three

Apparently, I had been wrong when I'd thought the baby was coming. Two more hours of pushing hadn’t made any difference other than to exhaust me further.
If I’d have known it would take this much longer, I would have gone to the hospital.
John had wanted to call an ambulance repeatedly, but I’d assured him childbirth was natural, had even shown him the videos to prove it. But those women online made it look so fucking easy.
It wasn’t.
As I breathed through the end of my latest contraction, I did feel fuller down below, but I’d thought that before. Although, the burning and pressure was almost constant now, as if the baby was right there, ready to burst out of me at any moment. And that was even between contractions.
John fed me ice chips as I waddled around the bedroom, praying this baby would come out of me soon.
This was the stupidest thing I’d ever done, but there was no turning back now.
I needed to try relieving some of that burning pressure so when I got to the footboard of the bed, I rested my weight on it. “Help me down, John. I need to squat again.”
“Okay, baby. I’ve got you.” He held onto me as I lowered myself into position.
It felt so strange wandering around the room and getting into these different positions completely naked with this massive belly hanging out.
Knowing the baby would start coming out of me at any moment. Hoping that it would, at least.
I needed to give birth so badly, had for hours now. I was beginning to wonder if something was wrong. Why wouldn’t the baby come out of me?
I shouldn’t have done this. If anything was wrong with our baby because of me… I tried pushing those thoughts aside, unable to go there mentally.
John knelt beside me, rubbing my back still. Sometimes it was soothing, other times it was annoying as hell, but he was only trying to help, to be part of his child’s birth.
To think I had almost denied him that. “I’m so sorry, John.”
He caressed my cheek then turned my head and kissed me. “For what, baby?”
“For thinking it would have been okay to give birth without you. I never thought about what it would be like for you to miss out on it.” Another contraction kicked up, and I used my newfound leverage to take a deep breath and push.
“I’m glad I’m here. I would have regretted missing this.” He kissed my head and rubbed my back. “You’re doing so good. I’m proud of you for being able to have a home birth, however unplanned.”
I tried the other breathing technique I’d learned. “Hee...hee...hee...hee. Owww, holy fuck!” Sort of.
Something shifted down there, that pressure and burning sensation growing exponentially. My body trembled and tears welled in my eyes. It hurt so fucking much.
“Are you okay, baby? Is something wrong?” His voice cracked, fear lacing his words.
“I’m fucking...giving birth! What do you...fucking think?” I sucked in another breath and pushed for a bit. “Hee...hee...hee...hee...hee.” Another big push.
It still seemed that no matter how hard I tried, this baby refused to be born. I panted more, pushed more then repeated.
Maybe this was my punishment for having tried to do this without John here. Maybe something really was wrong with the baby. Or maybe I just wouldn't be able to do this without medical help.
I screamed and grunted. "I need this baby…out of me now!" I pushed again, but I still couldn't give birth.
“It’s okay, baby. You can do this.” He moved behind me and massaged my lower back.
I rocked my hips as the contraction finally subsided, sucking in a long deep breath to try calming myself. No matter what, I wouldn't tell him of my fears. One of us needed to keep their cool in case something really was wrong.
I leaned my head back and relaxed into the feel of his strong hands on me. “Why didn’t you do that sooner?” My back had been aching most of the day, and I'd just gotten used to it somewhere along the way.
“I hadn’t thought of it before. I’m sorry, baby.” He kneaded my flesh, working his way out from the middle of my back to my sides.
It made me need him to do more. “Reach around and rub my belly, too, please.”
Part of me almost wanted him to massage other areas, but it was far too late for that.
His hands worked magic on my tight belly. “Let go, baby. Lean back on me completely. Let me do this with you. Let me help you give birth. We made this baby together, and we can bring it into this world together.”
I had no idea how long I could stay in this position, but I did as he said, leaning all of my weight against his hard chest. Without the pain clawing at me, his words were such a sweet sentiment, and they also aroused me a little.
His hands roamed my belly, all the way to the bottom, and I spread my legs wider in invitation.
“Touch me, John.” My words came out breathy and needy. “I’ve heard childbirth can be erotic.” And I already knew I could cum with the contractions. Maybe it would help with the delivery.
At this point, I was willing to try anything.
He kissed my cheek and neck and slipped one hand lower, teasing at my clit. “How far down is the baby? I don’t want to shove my fingers in there if it’s coming.”
“I can’t tell for sure. I feel so full. Just be easy.” I wiggled my hips, urging him on.
This really was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. To birth our child together, just the two of us.  At this moment, I was glad we were here at home and not in some sterile hospital with strangers all around.
Maybe everything would be okay.
His fingers dipped in hesitantly, and I pressed back into him and moaned from how good his touch felt. I wished he could fuck me right now.
“Oh, John. That feels so good.” I rocked my hips again.
His other hand moved upward, teasing at my nipples. “I have to say that I didn’t expect we’d be doing this right now.”
As another contraction hit, I kept my weight on him. “Don’t stop unless I tell you to.” I leaned into him harder, kept rocking my hips, enjoying the feel of him even through the excruciating pain.
I turned my head into his chest, sucked in a breath, and pushed easy, hoping I could get the baby out if I was relaxed enough.
His fingers strummed my cunt and clit, my nipples. “I have heard that some women orgasm during childbirth.” A deep groan rumbled out of him. “Fuck, baby. You’ve got me so damned hard now that these jeans are too fucking tight.”
Maybe someday I’d tell him just how right he was about the orgasms.
I writhed back against him, moaning and bearing down. My body trembled again, partly from the pain squeezing me from the inside out, the burning in my cunt, and partly from the tingling need his fingers created inside me.
I faced forward but still leaned on him, still rocked my hips and writhed against him. “Hee...hee...hee.” Deep breath and push. “Hee...hee...hee...hee.” Another big push.
The pain only increased the pleasure. I’d never been into that before I'd gone into labor, but now I was. Sure, we'd played around with light spanking and swatting like earlier but that was all. Things might change after this.
I breathed through the excruciating pain and focused on his touch to help me ride it out, while my body seemed to push even when I wasn't. I trembled, but he held me firm, helping me with this torture.
I brought my chin to my chest and pushed one more time as he stroked my pussy like he owned it.
Something was happening again. I spread my legs farther apart, as far as I possibly could, and pushed harder.
My cunt spread open, and it wasn’t from his fingers.
“Oh, fuck, Stacey. Is that the baby’s head?” He kept his hand there, feeling around the head, all over me.
"Hee...hee...hee." I grunted, pushed as easy as I could, trying to relax and let my body do this. It was the only thing that had helped so far. "Hee...hee...hee...hee." I groaned and rocked my hips as the pain slowly died down.
When the contraction stopped, I sucked in some shallow breaths, nodding my head. “I can feel it, John. I can feel the baby starting to come out. I think they call it crowning.” I reached down to feel the baby’s head with him.
He still supported me, still touched me. It was the most intimate thing I could ever have imagined. Both of our hands cradled the head.
“Do you still want me to rub you? Are you going to try to cum?” He eased his hand up to rub my belly while the other still played with my nipples. “I think you’re leaking a little, baby. If I was in front of you, I’d suck on that milk of yours.”
Why on earth did that sound good to me? “I wish you could, but either way, I doubt I can cum like this even though I’m horny as hell. And yes, I still want you to keep doing that. It’s helping me give birth if nothing else.”
I thought my legs would be cramping by now, but with his help, I felt like I might be able to stay like this for a while longer. “You’d better grab the comforter and put it under me for the baby. I think I might give birth right here. With your help.”
He quickly reached around me and yanked the blanket from the bed and did as I’d said, creating a soft cushion for the baby to lay on when it dropped out of me.
Just as the next contraction built, I leaned back into him. “It’s time, John.” I didn’t even have to start pushing to feel the head inching lower. My body spasmed and pushed on its own so I tried relaxing again for it to do what it needed. “Hee...hee...hee...hee.” But the burning pressure hit a new level of excruciating, and I heaved forward, unable to hold back any longer. “Oh, fuck…it burns. It’s coming!” It was another scream, my body trembling violently.
With a deep breath, I pushed while John continued caressing my breasts, belly, and even my pussy, until the head came out too far.
I rocked my hips and pushed harder, my cunt spreading so wide now as the head came out farther.
It burned so badly, and I felt like I would rip apart, still I sucked in another breath and pushed again.
John rocked his body with mine. “That’s it. Push that baby out for me. You can do it. I’m so proud of you.”
My entire body quaked, tears now streaming down my face. I’d never felt this much pain in my entire life.
Even so, with John’s body so close to mine, his hands all over me, even caressing his baby’s head as it came out of me, it made me want to hold onto every second of this. In some strange way, I didn’t want it to end.
When this one subsided, I lay back against him, no strength to hold myself up. I heaved in deep breaths. I couldn’t take much more of this, even with his help. I needed this baby out of me right now.
“You’re almost there. Maybe just one more contraction.” He rubbed at my belly while I trembled in his arms.
Now I cried at the beauty of this moment. “I love you, John.”
“I love you, too, baby.” He turned my head and lifted my chin to kiss me deeply, passionately.
I moaned into his mouth, suddenly horny again, and he obliged by plucking at my nipples. It felt so good as a tingling need spread through me, the strangest sensation of all being our baby's head resting between my legs. It truly was erotic beyond belief.
Then another contraction hit full force, and I lurched forward. So much for relaxing and letting the baby come out on its own. Now he used one hand to fondle my breasts and the other to caress my inner thigh with seductive strokes.
Everything he did was meant to arouse me at the same time as he helped me birth our baby.
He feathered kisses along my neck as I sucked in a breath and bore down. I tried to do a gentle push to ease the baby out of me. To let my body do the work.
To enjoy this amazing experience.
The whole thing was so fucking arousing even through the burning pain. My nipples tingled, milk dripping from them while he tugged at them.
The more I rocked my hips and the baby eased out, the more I felt like I might cum at any second.
It was the craziest thing I'd ever experienced.
“Hee...hee...hee.” I leaned back against him, my body molded to his. “Oh, John.” I rocked back and forth as he plucked my nipples and caressed my thigh, and then I gave a small push. “Oh...oh my god.”
“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. You know you want to. Push my baby out of you now. Give birth for me.” He didn’t let up on me for a minute, helping me give birth. Helping me cum. "You've got me so fucking hard for you. Cum for me while you’re giving birth. It's so fucking hot."
I pushed back against him harder, my hips still rocking, the baby still easing downward, the contraction intense, and I thrashed my head as my orgasm exploded through the pain. I grabbed his arms for leverage as I rocked back and forth in violent spasms, both from the pleasure and the pain.
Oh, but I needed to push so badly. I heaved forward again. Pushed down hard.
“I need to...give birth now!” I pushed again and again. I thought this part would be easy now that the head was out, but it still took so much effort, and I was so damned tired. “I need this baby...out of me!”
My core still pulsed and tingled from my climax, and it only made me rock my hips that much harder. The agony and ecstasy combined as my body shook violently again, and I rode out my orgasm while giving birth like John had begged for.
As I pushed, he leaned into me, shoving me forward slightly and helping me bear down.
“Together, baby. Just like I said.” His hands now rested on my belly, pressing down gently.
It was coming. The baby was coming out. I sucked in a breath then pushed one last fucking time as hard as I could.
Within seconds, the baby dropped out of me and onto the comforter.
“It’s out, John. The baby’s out.” I couldn’t move yet. I just rocked back and forth, panting for air.
And he stayed right there with me, supporting me.
It felt so good, so right to do it like this.
When the baby cried, I breathed a sigh of relief. “We did it.”
“No, baby. You did it. I just helped." He wrapped me in his strong arms and kissed the top of my head.  "Ready to find out if it’s a boy or a girl?"
We’d purposely waited, hadn’t wanted to know until this very moment.
He helped me ease onto my knees over top of the baby, but I had to lean against the bed for support, laying my head on the footboard from sheer exhaustion. I didn't even have the strength to look at the baby right now. As long as it was crying I knew it was all right.
“You okay if I go get some towels?” He moved away tentatively.
I nodded and smiled then dropped my head again. I was honestly too weak to pick the baby up yet. I was afraid I would drop it if I tried. My entire body still shook from being so drained and from the monumental orgasm.
When John came back, he gently cleaned the baby and wrapped it in a towel for now then held it up to me. “Hey mommy, here’s your daughter. She’s beautiful, just like her mother.”
And she was. I wanted to hold her but knew we weren’t done yet. I quickly explained what he needed to do next, and he laid our daughter down so he could take care of it.
He laid some towels under me and finished with the umbilical cord just in time for another small contraction to hit. I grunted and pushed through it until I delivered the placenta as I’d seen on the videos, reaching down to help ease it out of me.
“Wow, you really do know what you’re doing.” John stood and laid the baby on the bed then helped me to my feet. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean everything up, and I’ve got the baby. You did all the work, this is on me. Do you need help to the bathroom?”
I shook my head and kissed him. “You really did help me more than you realize.” I waddled off to the bathroom, legs sore and aching just like the rest of my body.
By the time I’d finished washing up and dressing, John sat on the bed, rocking the baby. He had a video playing of what to do after a home birth.
“Gotta love the internet.” I sat down beside him and took our daughter from him, holding our baby for the first time. “Do you think I should try to nurse her yet?”
It was an incredible feeling, having her in my arms finally. My heart melted. I loved her deeply.
“According to this, you should.” He helped ease my shirt up, exposing my breast.
She latched on right away and started suckling. I couldn’t help but cry. It was the best moment of my life. “So what should we name her?”
We hadn’t decided on a name ahead of time, thinking we would know what to call our baby once we saw it.
John wrapped his arms around us both. “She looks like an Ella to me.”
I liked that. It was one of the names we had tossed around early on. “How about Ella Rose?”
He smiled wide and kissed me. “It’s perfect for her. I love you, Stacey.”
“I love you, too.” I snuggled into his embrace while Ella nursed.
If we ever had another baby, I wanted a home birth again. It was the most amazing experience of my life, just the two of us bringing our child into this world together in such an intimate way.
Only the next time it would be planned, not accidental.

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