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A night at the opera By fishy9890 on 17th August 2021 12:22:39 AM

I step out of the shower and begin to dry off before quickly blow drying my long hair, flipping it over. You walk in as I flip my hair back over and begin to brush it. You step behind me and wrap your hairs around my large pregnant belly, “You better hurry or we’ll be late.” “I’m trying but you’re distracting me,” I laugh as you press yourself against me. You bend and kiss my neck gently as I plug in the curling iron. “Go grab my dress and shoes and I’ll be ready soon,” I say as I start on my hair. I make quick work of it and start on my make up as you hang my dress on the door. I step back to admire my handiwork, deciding it’ll do I pull on my black lace panties and lacy bra. I go to the door and grab my black and white dress and pull it on. I smooth it over my belly and look at myself in the mirror. It’s form fitting and long, showing off my ample cleavage and tan chest before closing at the neck. I slip into my flats and add a nice bracelet and decide I’m ready.
I walk into the living room and find you seating on the couch, I sit on your lap, “Come on Daddy we don’t want to be late.” You smile up at me putting your hand on my belly feeling your child pushing back. “Are you sure you don’t want to just stay home?” you say seductively. “It’s our last date night honey. We’ve had the tickets for weeks now!” I protest. You laugh, “You’re right let’s go.” I go to stand up but stop when I have a sharp pain. I’ve been having them inconsistently all day and I figure nothing is going to happen soon.
We arrive at the opera house and the valet opens my door and helps me out of the car while the other gets in to park the car. You offer me your arm and we head up the steps. The lobby is crowded as we walk through. We get settled into our seats and I have another pain, I rub my large belly looking forward to the show starting. We sit and chat for awhile until the room dims and the curtain raises. I get lost in the show barely noticing the pains gripping my belly getting closer together. I snap back to reality when a strong contraction hits, making me wince and squeeze your hand. The curtain closes for the intermission and we get up to walk around for a moment. I have to lean against you as I feel the baby dropping down. “Honey are you okay?” you ask worried. I nod not wanting to mess up our night out. We get back to our seats and as I sit there the contractions seem to intensify. The curtain goes up and this time I can’t pay attention. Even after the contractions end I’m still in pain, my hips opening up for the baby. I feel the baby grinding against the opening of my cervix making me uncomfortable. You reach over and put your hand on my belly as you watch, you notice as it hardens under your touch. I gasp as fluids rush out of me suddenly, wetting my seat.
I grab your hand, “We have to go. Now.” We swiftly stand up and heading to the aisle, brushing past the other audience members. You wrap your arm around as we head out, trying to hurry. At the lobby I have to stop, holding on to you tight, panting through a tough contraction. You rub my back as the people milling around watch curiously, wondering if I’m in labor. It passes and we continue, you hand the valet our ticket and they go to get our car. Another contraction comes and I wrap my arms around your neck, my contracting belly pressed against your lean stomach. “Hoo hoo hoo hoo,” I pant as I feel the baby moving even lower. The valet pulls up and takes one look at me with wide eyes before helping you get me into the backseat of the car despite my groans of pain. I start to sweat as you run around to the driver’s seat and turn on the car. “God it fucking hurts,” I groan as we take off. You try to hurry but there’s traffic making the trip longer than necessary. I begin to feel a intense pressure, my body begging me to push but I resist. “Hee hee hooo hee hee hooo, you have to hurry. It’s coming ahhhhhh.” You look back at me, covered in a heavy sweat as I labor in the back of our car, “I’m trying honey. Just hang out.” I groan, pressing my thighs together tightly trying to stop the urge. The contractions are so close together now and they seem to last at least a minute. I can feel the baby moving down lower and lower as I try not to push. The urge to push is so intense as I feel the baby stretching my birth canal, “It’s right there hoo hoo hoo I have to push.” You glance back again, “No! Not yet sweetheart we’re so close. Just 10 minutes.” I try to resist it for a few more pushes but I can’t anymore. “Ungh I’m pushing hoo hoo,” I pant. “We’re almost there. We’re so close,” you repeat. But I’m bear down hard with the contractions and the head is moving down swiftly now. After 3 pushes it’s at my entrance, about to start to crown. My pussy starts to bulge and a teardrop opening forms as I push. I lay back as I get a break, “hoo hoo hoooo it’s coming out.” I pull up my long dress up to my thighs and raise my hips pulling down my panties. I toss them on the floorboard right as the next contraction hits. My hair that was once beautiful curls is now matted to my face and neck as I push again. The head starts to emerge from my pussy, my skin stretching tight around it as it crowns. I try to give little pushes, try not to rush it but the head is at the widest part now, “It burns, it hurts so bad. Ungh.” We’re still a couple minutes away but you can tell that the baby won’t wait, “Do you me to pull over?” The head is almost out now, “Yes.” I whimper. You ease off onto the side of the road just as the head pops out with a bunch of fluid following. It’s such a relief not to be stretched so far now I almost moan in the pleasure of it. “It’s out, the head is out. Hoo hoo hoo,” I groan as you jump out and hurry to help. You open the door and at once you see the head between my parted thighs, “Check for the cord.” You quickly feel around the neck, there’s no cord so you nod to me it’s good. I lay there panting until the next contraction build. When it peaks I push with all my might and the shoulder quickly slip out. You hold the baby as it slips out, I gasp at the empty feeling in my womb. The baby begins to cry as I take it from you. “It’s a girl,” you say. I look down at my beautiful daughter nd then smile up at you, “A girl.”

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I step out of the shower and begin to dry off before quickly blow drying my long hair, flipping it over. You walk in as I flip my hair back over and begin to brush it. You step behind me and wrap your hairs around my large pregnant belly, “You better hurry or we’ll be late.” “I’m trying but you’re distracting me,” I laugh as you press yourself against me. You bend and kiss my neck gently as I plug in the curling iron. “Go grab my dress and shoes and I’ll be ready soon,” I say as I start on my hair. I make quick work of it and start on my make up as you hang my dress on the door. I step back to admire my handiwork, deciding it’ll do I pull on my black lace panties and lacy bra. I go to the door and grab my black and white dress and pull it on. I smooth it over my belly and look at myself in the mirror. It’s form fitting and long, showing off my ample cleavage and tan chest before closing at the neck. I slip into my flats and add a nice bracelet and decide I’m ready.

I walk into the living room and find you seating on the couch, I sit on your lap, “Come on Daddy we don’t want to be late.” You smile up at me putting your hand on my belly feeling your child pushing back. “Are you sure you don’t want to just stay home?” you say seductively. “It’s our last date night honey. We’ve had the tickets for weeks now!” I protest. You laugh, “You’re right let’s go.” I go to stand up but stop when I have a sharp pain. I’ve been having them inconsistently all day and I figure nothing is going to happen soon.

We arrive at the opera house and the valet opens my door and helps me out of the car while the other gets in to park the car. You offer me your arm and we head up the steps. The lobby is crowded as we walk through. We get settled into our seats and I have another pain, I rub my large belly looking forward to the show starting. We sit and chat for awhile until the room dims and the curtain raises. I get lost in the show barely noticing the pains gripping my belly getting closer together. I snap back to reality when a strong contraction hits, making me wince and squeeze your hand. The curtain closes for the intermission and we get up to walk around for a moment. I have to lean against you as I feel the baby dropping down. “Honey are you okay?” you ask worried. I nod not wanting to mess up our night out. We get back to our seats and as I sit there the contractions seem to intensify. The curtain goes up and this time I can’t pay attention. Even after the contractions end I’m still in pain, my hips opening up for the baby. I feel the baby grinding against the opening of my cervix making me uncomfortable. You reach over and put your hand on my belly as you watch, you notice as it hardens under your touch. I gasp as fluids rush out of me suddenly, wetting my seat.

I grab your hand, “We have to go. Now.” We swiftly stand up and heading to the aisle, brushing past the other audience members. You wrap your arm around as we head out, trying to hurry. At the lobby I have to stop, holding on to you tight, panting through a tough contraction. You rub my back as the people milling around watch curiously, wondering if I’m in labor. It passes and we continue, you hand the valet our ticket and they go to get our car. Another contraction comes and I wrap my arms around your neck, my contracting belly pressed against your lean stomach. “Hoo hoo hoo hoo,” I pant as I feel the baby moving even lower. The valet pulls up and takes one look at me with wide eyes before helping you get me into the backseat of the car despite my groans of pain. I start to sweat as you run around to the driver’s seat and turn on the car. “God it fucking hurts,” I groan as we take off. You try to hurry but there’s traffic making the trip longer than necessary. I begin to feel a intense pressure, my body begging me to push but I resist. “Hee hee hooo hee hee hooo, you have to hurry. It’s coming ahhhhhh.” You look back at me, covered in a heavy sweat as I labor in the back of our car, “I’m trying honey. Just hang out.” I groan, pressing my thighs together tightly trying to stop the urge. The contractions are so close together now and they seem to last at least a minute. I can feel the baby moving down lower and lower as I try not to push. The urge to push is so intense as I feel the baby stretching my birth canal, “It’s right there hoo hoo hoo I have to push.” You glance back again, “No! Not yet sweetheart we’re so close. Just 10 minutes.” I try to resist it for a few more pushes but I can’t anymore. “Ungh I’m pushing hoo hoo,” I pant. “We’re almost there. We’re so close,” you repeat. But I’m bear down hard with the contractions and the head is moving down swiftly now. After 3 pushes it’s at my entrance, about to start to crown. My pussy starts to bulge and a teardrop opening forms as I push. I lay back as I get a break, “hoo hoo hoooo it’s coming out.” I pull up my long dress up to my thighs and raise my hips pulling down my panties. I toss them on the floorboard right as the next contraction hits. My hair that was once beautiful curls is now matted to my face and neck as I push again. The head starts to emerge from my pussy, my skin stretching tight around it as it crowns. I try to give little pushes, try not to rush it but the head is at the widest part now, “It burns, it hurts so bad. Ungh.” We’re still a couple minutes away but you can tell that the baby won’t wait, “Do you me to pull over?” The head is almost out now, “Yes.” I whimper. You ease off onto the side of the road just as the head pops out with a bunch of fluid following. It’s such a relief not to be stretched so far now I almost moan in the pleasure of it. “It’s out, the head is out. Hoo hoo hoo,” I groan as you jump out and hurry to help. You open the door and at once you see the head between my parted thighs, “Check for the cord.” You quickly feel around the neck, there’s no cord so you nod to me it’s good. I lay there panting until the next contraction build. When it peaks I push with all my might and the shoulder quickly slip out. You hold the baby as it slips out, I gasp at the empty feeling in my womb. The baby begins to cry as I take it from you. “It’s a girl,” you say. I look down at my beautiful daughter nd then smile up at you, “A girl.”