At death’s door.
By NavyRigger - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
I felt my face grow warm as my temper flared, and glared at the doctor. The doctor visibly recoiled as I stared her down.
“Doc, let’s assume I am just stupid and have no idea what you’re talking about. Please, enlighten me as to what is in my blood that makes me unable to save his life,” I said sharply.
She flipped a page up on her clipboard, “Based on your test results, you have elevated hCG levels that automatically make you unable to donate blood. We stopped testing after that.”
My mind raced as I tried to remember what chemical in the blood was hCG. Suddenly, I remembered sitting in high school biology, my junior year, and discussing the reproductive system of the human body.
“You mean to tell me that I am,” I couldn’t even say the word myself.
“Pregnant,” the doctor finished the sentence for me, “Judging by the quantitative test results, I’d put you at around four weeks along.”
Four weeks. Four weeks, almost to the day, I’d lured Kurt over to the house and changed our lives together forever. Four weeks ago was the first time Kurt ever came inside of me. Part of me was gripped with fear that this child might never know its real father, the other part of me was elated that I was pregnant, and with Kurt’s baby. Another part of me entirely was paralyzed with fear.
“But I, how, I mean, ” I jumped out of my chair and started to pace around the room, “Doc, are you sure those are my results?”
“I’m 100% positive these are your results.”
“No, no, no. No,” I said as I started to panic covering my mouth with my hands, “I can’t be pregnant. I’ve been on birth control for the past three years. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I mean I am happy I am pregnant, but this was not supposed to be how it happened!”
I dropped to my knees and cried. The hurricane of emotions in my chest was too much for me to handle. I needed Kurt to wake up and hold me. I need him to hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay.
“Mrs. Thompson? Are you okay?”
I stood up and put my hands on my head, and continued to pace the room, “No. No, I am not. You just told me I am pregnant, and there is no doubt in my head that the father is not my husband, but Kurt. So no, I am not okay. You pretty much told me that the father of my baby and the man I am secretly in love with is going to die unless you can find a donor for a transfusion!”
The doctor’s eyes were wide with surprise as she absorbed what I’d just told her, “Mrs. Renolds, I, uh, Mrs. Thompson, I am sorry but we are doing everything we can. Unless you know someone else who is an O-positive blood type that might be able to donate, we are doing everything we can at this time.”
O-positive. No, Kurt would kill me. I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. Alarms blared as Kurt’s hospital room was filled with the screams and beeping of monitors. The doctor shoved me out of the way as she assessed the situation.
“Ma'am I am going to need you to clear the room,” the doctor said as she grabbed my arm and escorted me out of the room before she turned her head and yelled down towards the nurses’ station, “Code Blue, Room Thirty-Nine, Stat!”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and unlocked the screen. With shaky fingers, I navigated to my contacts list. Nurses rushed past me into Kurt’s hospital room as the world seemed to slow around me. I tapped Ronny’s name on the contact list, and the phone started to dial.
Ring.
Kurt already hated me. I guess he was going to have to hate me some more.
Ring.
I shared my vows with Ronny, but right now, Kurt was the one I loved for better or worse.
Ring.
Pick up you selfish prick!
“Hello,” Ronny’s gruff voice filled the phone and my heart stopped, "Riza? What’s up, dear? I’m busy at the moment.”
“Ronny, I need you to come home. Right now.”
“You know I can’t. I am in the middle of finishing up this project,” he said, irritation and annoyance thick as butter in his voice.
“Ronny, Kurt is sick, really sick. It’s bad. He needs a blood transfusion of O-positive blood or he’s going to die,” I didn’t even try to hide the fact I was on the verge of tears.
For several moments, there was silence on the phone. I didn’t even hear Ronny breathe into the phone. For a moment, I thought he hung up and was even worse of a monster than I thought he was.
“I’m leaving now. I will catch the first flight out of here. Be there as soon as I can,” I heard him say breathlessly as he started up his truck and hung up.
Dropping to my knees, I let my phone fall to the floor. I was a mix of so many emotions and thoughts, I was going mad. I kneeled there, on the floor as everything from the last few minutes hit me at once. I am pregnant with Kurt’s baby, Kurt is going to die if we don’t do something, and the only person that can save him is my husband who hasn’t loved me in years. On top of it all, Kurt still thinks I used him as a sperm donor to get rich. I wrapped my arms around myself and I did the only thing I could think of.
I screamed.
It was three days after the transfusion that Kurt finally opened his eyes. Never in my life have I been so relieved to see someone open their eyes. I sat back and watched as the doctor and nurse rushed into the room. They pulled the breathing tube from his mouth. He looked scared and confused as his eyes darted everywhere, trying to figure out what had happened. Then his eyes found me again and for the first time since we had dinner together, I saw him smile at me. The doctor said something and caught his attention. He tried to speak but his voice came out as a croak. Quickly, I grabbed the glass of water from the table and turned the straw towards his mouth. Greedily he drank down the water and exhaled deeply after finishing the whole cup.
“What-,” he cleared his throat, “What happened?”
I spoke before the doctor could, “Some dumbass decided it would be a good idea to punch a mirror. While I agree he might have had a good reason to do it, it was a stupid thing to do. Especially considering he caught sepsis and almost died.”
Kurt’s eyes went wide as he looked at me. I watched as his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. He looked at the doctor.
“She is correct Mr. Renolds. It’s a good thing the post office put the wrong letter in her mailbox, otherwise, she would have never found you on the floor in enough time to save you. We removed the glass from your hand, but the sepsis was so deep into your bloodstream that you weren’t responding to antibiotics. Thankfully, Mr. Thompson was a match and was able to donate blood to provide a full transfusion,” the doctor said as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Who needs friends when you have such good neighbors like this?”
I watched as Kurt looked around, taking note of the IV lines leading from his arm, touching the hospital gown as everything seemed to set in. The doctor looked at me sideways as I grabbed Kurt’s hand, lacing my fingers between his.
Clearing her throat, the doctor smiled at Kurt, “Well, you have some visitors in the waiting room. I will let them know you’re awake. If you’re up to it, I can send them in if you’d like?”
Kurt nodded in approval. The doctor and nurse shuffled out of the room. Instantly our eyes locked on one another. He squeezed my hand gently.
“Riza, I am, ” he started to say, voice still rough.
I leaned down and grabbed his face with both my hands and kissed him repeatedly. My heart was pounding out of my chest as days of fear and anxiety melted away to be replaced by butterflies again.
“Shush! Kurt, we don’t have much time. I need you to listen to me,” I began to say, speaking as fast as I could, “Firstly, I love you and I hate you so much for scaring me like that. I haven’t left your side since you arrived at the hospital. If that doesn’t prove that I truly love you, I don’t know what will. Secondly, the paper I gave you was proof that I have been getting birth control shots behind Ronny's back for the past three years. It was never about the money, it was always about falling in love with someone who I loved enough to want to start a family with. That used to be Ronny, years and years ago, but now it's all about you. You're the man I love. You're the man I want to call my husband, the man I want to start a family with. It was always about you, Kurt. Ronny just wants the money, not me."
Kurt cleared his throat before attempting to speak, "Riza, I am so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?"
I kissed him deeply and passionately, "I already have, my love. One more thing, I found out a few days ago that I am..."
I jumped as the latch of the door opened and Ronny and Kurt's boss walked in.
"... so happy you're feeling better," I finished.
Closing my eyes, I stepped back from the bed. If I looked at Kurt right now, knowing his baby was inside of me, I really would go mad.
"Hey bro! Welcome back to the land of the living!" Ronny said as he lightly slapped Kurt's foot.
"I hear I have you to thank for that," Kurt said weakly.
Ronny waved his hand at Kurt, dismissing the comment, "Don't even worry about it, Bro. I got to eat a ton of cookies and stuff after they were done and watch football. You should try it sometime!"
Kurt laughed and turned to his boss and held his hand out. The boss took his hand and shook it purposefully.
"I guess I had a bit more than a stomach bug. Apologies sir," Kurt said modestly.
"Not a problem Kurt. I already talked to the owner, and they said the only thing you need to be concerned with right now is getting better. If you need anything, just give us a call," his boss said with a smile on his face.
"I promise I will have those report numbers to you on Monday in time for the Craigson proposal," Kurt said.
I watched as his boss crossed his arms and looked visibly uncomfortable, "Kurt, the Craigson proposal was four days ago. We got the job."
Kurt's face looked pained, confused, "Four days ago? How is that even possible?"His boss looked at Ronny and then me, maybe hoping we would answer, "Kurt, do you know what day it is?"
"Yeah, it's Thursday," Kurt said with gruff but confidence in his voice.
"Kurt, it's Saturday. You've been unconscious for almost nine days."
Oh, my heart! The look on Kurt's face as he realized that he'd lost nine days of his life he would never get back almost crushed what remained of my battered heart. He looked weak and defeated as he looked up at his boss.
"Sir, I am so sorry," he said softly.
His boss waved his arms dismissively and put his hand on Kurt's shoulder, "Seriously, don't sweat it. You get better and return to work when you and your doctor say you are ready to. You were kind in and out for a few days there bud, we are all just glad to see that you pulled through okay."
Kurt smiled and squeezed his boss's hand on his shoulder. A knock on the door turned all of our attention. A young nurse stepped halfway into the room.
"I'm sorry," she said with a gentle and professional voice, "Visitor hours are over. I am going to have to ask everyone to let Mr. Renolds get some rest."
NO! I wasn't ready to leave yet. I couldn't leave without telling him. I watched as everyone made their goodbyes and shuffled out of the room. Ronny put his hand in the lower part of my back and seemed to be practically shoving me out the door. I looked over and could see the jealousy and disappointment in Kurt's face as I left the room. Feebly, I waved goodbye and stepped out the door. Halfway down the hallway, I remembered my phone was in his room. I rushed back to grab it, but a nurse stopped me before I could reach his room.
"I left my phone in the room," I said impatiently as I tried to pass by her.
"I am sorry ma'am, visitor hours are over. Whatever it is, it's going to have to wait for tomorrow," the nurse insisted.
"But..."
"Ma'am, if you continue to persist, I will have no choice but to contact security and have you escorted from the building," said the nurse as she glared at me.
Defeated, I turned back down the hallway, dragging my feet the whole way. The ride in Ronny's truck was quiet and uneventful. I spent the whole trip staring out the window, Ronny never said anything to me, and I never said anything to him. I trudged into my bedroom and peeled the same clothes I'd worn since I rode on the ambulance with Kurt on the way to the hospital. I hopped into the shower and tried to relax as the hot water cascaded across my body.
Much to my disappointment, Ronny stepped into the shower with me. Roughly, he grabbed me and turned me towards the back of the shower, letting the hot water hit his back. He slapped my ass and shoved me forward, bending me over for him to have his way with me. I barely threw my arms out in enough time to catch myself from falling. He lifted my leg and felt for my opening with his fingers. As his cock split my labia apart, I closed my eyes and thought of Kurt. Ronny's cock slipped inside of me, and I felt nothing. His cock didn't please me, but it didn't hurt. I could feel something in my pussy, but it wasn't Kurt, and I didn't enjoy any of it. There was no romance, no emotion, no feeling to sex with Ronny anymore. That hadn't been in years. My body just seemed to go numb when he entered me. I was essentially nothing more than a talking fleshlight that might make him rich one day.
Just as emotionless as our marriage, Ronny came inside of me without so much as a kiss or a back rub when he finished. I could almost feel my pussy recoil from the presence of his seed inside of me. Like an animal sensing poison, it wanted to get as far from it as possible. I put my leg down and he slapped my ass again as he stepped out of the shower. I knelt under the water, holding my belly as I tried to push his repulsive seed out of me. I even used my fingers to reach inside and remove the stain of his cum from a womb that was already claimed by Kurt.
I don't care what it takes. I am going to leave Ronny, no matter the cost, and raise this baby with Kurt.
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Unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable. I've clicked through all 68 channels on the TV in the damned hospital room, and I still can't find anything that piques my interest. It was all sports games with teams I didn't care about, daytime dramas, infomercials, and bullshit reality TV. After my 5th time flipping through the channels, I turned the TV off and gave up. I remembered my phone was sitting on the rolling table after I'd asked the nurse to plug it in to charge it last night as she was doing her rounds. I couldn't reach the phone, but I managed to get a finger hooked under the table and pull it for me. I had three missed calls from Riza, and three missed messages. I guess the nurse had set my phone to silent so I could get a good night's sleep. Unlocking the phone, I checked the messages first.
Miss you so much! Love you, Baby!
The next video was of her using her suction cup dildo and she gave me a really good view of her riding it. The sound of her cumming all over her toy started to make me hard. The next video was of her after she got out of the shower, towel wrapped in her hair, beautiful and exotic body on full display for me. Before the video ended, she wrote 'I miss you' in the condensation on the mirror, then wiped it away, jiggled her wonderful breasts before wiping away the condensation completely. Just before the video cut out, she brought her finger to her eye, then she hugged herself, and then pointed at me in the mirror. I love you too Riza. It put a smile on my face, and I sat back and watched both of the videos again. Riza was not a woman of half measures and halfway through the second video dildo video I was hard enough I was starting to leak enough pre-cum through my hospital gown.
Maybe that was what I needed. I was uncomfortable, restless, and irritable. Now that I thought about it, I hadn't cum since the night Riza and I went to dinner. Counting the days in my head, I realized that I haven't cum in almost two weeks. No wonder I was so restless. I'd gone from fucking Riza every couple of days, to nothing. Not by choice of course. With one hand I put the dildo video on repeat and closed my eyes as I brought the speakers of my phone near my face. I listened to Riza's soft moaning and her whispering my name into the speakers as the wet, sticky sounds of her juices on her toy-filled in the background like a drummer in a band. Slowly, I started to stroke myself. As Riza's sweet voice played over and over again, I imagined it was me she was riding instead of her toy. I imagined how silky soft, warm, and wet her amazing pussy was as my girth stretched her out. I remembered how inviting and amazing her walls felt as they gripped my cock when I slipped inside of her. I remembered how her pussy would pulse and her legs would tremble as she would orgasm.
But it wasn't enough. I was close, very close, but I couldn't push myself over the edge. I kept trying, to no avail and finally had to give up as my forearm and shoulder were starting to cramp. I switched hands and tried again. This time I watched and listened as her clear silicone toy slid in and out of her, her pink folds stretched around it and gripped it as it slid in and out of her, much like they gripped me when she and I made love. I watched as her fingers teased and slid in and out of her cute little brown asshole as her toy-filled her completely. Again, I got close, but couldn't get over the edge. I suddenly felt much more tired than I had before and realized I was breathing a little heavy, which was not normal for when I jerked off. I tried again with my dominant hand and it only took a fraction of the time it took before for my shoulder and forearm to cramp up from exhaustion.
"FUCK!" I shouted, even more irritable than I had been before as I locked my screen and slammed the phone down on the bed.
I exhaled deeply and stared at the ceiling, giving anything to be out of this hospital bed and to be holding Riza again.
A voice from behind the curtains made me jump in surprise, "Poor baby. Would you like some help?"
My heart fluttered as I saw Riza step through the gap in the privacy curtains looking absolutely stunning. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her curves and complimented her petite frame as if it was made for her. The dress stopped midway down her thighs and the split down the front of the dress complimented her cleavage and breasts wonderfully. Her hair was pulled up into a tight bun, and her eyeliner made her gorgeous green eyes sparkle like emeralds. Damn, I wanted her all to myself for the rest of my life.
"Riza!" I said, surprised, "You are... wow. Stunning is the only word I can think to describe how you look, and even that doesn't do you justice."
"Babe, stop," she said as she blushed, walking towards my hospital bed, "You really like it?"
"I fucking love it! Riza, when I get out of here, promise me on our next date you will wear that dress."
"I promise baby," she said as she giggled sweetly and blushed even deeper, "It was just something in the back of the closet I haven't worn since before Ronny and I got married. All I did was put it on, do my make-up, and then throw my hair in a bun."
I bit my lip and growled softly, "It's certainly working for you."
"Thank you, Babe, that means more to me than I know how to express."
I glanced towards the gap in the curtain, "Ronny going to be along shortly?"
She shook her head, "Nope, he had some work stuff to deal with on a Zoom meeting. Told him I was going to come and see how you were holding up. He says hi by the way."
Riza climbed up on the hospital bed, placing her hands around my still hard cock. I almost exploded in her hands as her soft fingers wrapped around my shaft. I didn't even care that I moaned out loud. I missed her touch, and this was more than I deserved.
"Now," Riza said as she lowered herself close enough to my cock I could feel her breath on my shaft, "What seems to be the problem?"
I let out an exasperated sigh, "I don't know. You videos you sent me last night were fucking hot and made me extremely horny. I didn't realize how horny I was until I saw them. Now I realized I haven't cum in like two weeks, and it's frustrating the hell out of me that I can't make myself cum."
"Maybe I can help with that," she said as she leaned down and licked the pre-cum from my tip.
My toes curled as she slipped me into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around my tip and teased me with the back of her throat. She was not holding back and greedily sucked me while her soft, warm hands stroked my shaft. Her head bobbed up and down as sucking sounds and saliva spilled from her lips wrapped around my cock.
"Umfff... Riza, I'm gonna... cum," I moaned deeply as I pulled at the railing paralleling the sides of my bed.
I felt myself start to swell and was a moment away from finally cumming when she stopped.
"What! What's wrong, Baby?" I said breathlessly.
"Nothing's wrong," she said with a mischievous grin and a twinkle in her eye.
Her hands dropped between my legs as she gripped the base of my shaft, and cupped my balls before wrapping her lips around my tip again. She took me into her mouth and looked up at me as she pressed my tip into the back of her mouth. Shamelessly, I moaned aloud as she slipped me past the back of her mouth and began to deepthroat me. Again, her head started to bob up and down and I felt my climax rising again. I gripped the railing again as the pressure and tingling sensation of my climax began to intensify. I moaned as she continued to deep throat me and arched my back right as I felt my cock swell in her throat and prepared for my first release in two weeks.
But she stopped before I could cum, again.
"Fuck! What the hell Riza?" I said breathlessly.
She giggled playfully, "I'm not going to let you cum until you apologize."
"Wha-" I gasped, frustrated as my climax ebbed away, "I already apologized and you said you forgave me!"
"I forgave you for doubting me and kicking me out of your car," she said as she turned around and wiggled her legs beneath mine. "However, I am still mad at you for leaving me on the street corner in the dark like I was a fucking hooker."
"What? I did no such thing!" I said completely flustered as the blue balls started to set in.
Riza shrugged her shoulders and gave me a mischievous smirk, "Alright, if that's really how you feel, suit yourself."
Her hand grabbed my shaft as she lowered herself down my length. I gasped and gripped the sheets of the hospital bed as her warm, wet tightness gripped me mercilessly. I did not doubt in my mind she was intentionally squeezing my cock extra tight just to watch me squirm. She rode me hard, voicing her pleasure shamelessly every time my full length was inside of her. Short, deep strokes made short work of me as I gripped and pulled with all my strength at the bedsheets. Once more I felt myself swell inside of her, and she jumped off before I could finish. My heart was pounding in my chest, I couldn't take much more of this.
"Oh for fuck's sake!" I said as I shook the railing in frustration, "Ok, get off of me, I'm not doing this anymore."
I pushed her butt towards the end of the bed, but in my weakened state, I couldn't even throw her off balance. She slipped me back inside of her again. This time she took it up a notch and massaged my balls as she rode me towards another climax. Again, she jumped off before I could cum.
"You owe me an apology," she teased as she continued to massage my balls, "And you don't get what you want until I get what's owed to me first."
She slid me back inside her again, and judging by how much wetter she was, she was enjoying this. Meanwhile, my balls were aching to release the pressure inside of them, despite Riza's talented hands kneading them like dough. I watched as Riza looked back at me with a lustful and devious sideways glare as she hiked up her skirt around her waist, giving me a full view of her supple, shaped ass. Slowly, she slid up and down my length, making sure I had a good view of her pink folds stretched tight and hugging my shaft as she rose up and down my length. The feeling wasn't enough to make me cum, but the feeling of my cock inside of her, as she slipped me in inch by inch made it so I felt every little thing. It felt incredible and I was moaning uncontrollably every time she slowly slid me back inside of her.
Every motion of her body was intentional. She knew exactly what she was doing. She knew exactly how to make me squirm. She knew I felt every silky inch of her rubbing and hugging my cock as she slipped me in and out of her. She knew there wasn't a damned thing I could do to stop her either. She also knew that I was going to cave any moment now. My balls ached, desperate to cum for the first time in two weeks, especially inside of the woman I loved so much. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Okay!" I shouted, breathless as my heart continued to pound in my chest.
"Okay, what?" she giggled.
"I'm sorry, alright? Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"No, Kurt. I want you to say it, and I want you to mean it."
She slipped me back into her, even slower this time as my cock twitched from the pleasure of her amazing pussy. I could barely focus on breathing because her pussy felt so good, let alone forming a sentence. I gripped and pulled at the railings of the bed, my leg starting to shake as she pulses herself purposefully around me.
"Fuck!" I said breathing hard as my whole body tingled with euphoria, "I am sorry Riza. I am sorry for everything. Sorry for not believing you about the money. Sorry for hurting you. Sorry for thinking you were the kind of person that would ever do something like that. I am especially sorry for kicking you out of my car and leaving you on a street corner like some cheap downtown hooker. You deserved better. Please forgive me! I will make it up to you somehow one day, I promise!"
"Apology accepted, my love," she said sweetly, "But there is one more thing you still owe me."
White-hot pain flared up from my ball sack as she squeezed them roughly. I bucked my hips and tried to shove her off of me, but it was no good. With her legs locked under mine, her pussy impaled with my cock, and her hands firmly gripped around my scrotum, she wasn't going anywhere.
"AH FUCK!" I shouted, "What the fuck was that for?"
"That was for punching a mirror-like an idiot when all you had to do was man up and hear me out," she said as her nostrils flared with anger.
She laid back against me, resting her body on my chest. Her B-cups hung from the top of her dress, the nipples and areolas pink from pinching and tugging. Forcefully she grabbed my chin, yanking my head sideways to look her in the eyes. Then she slapped me.
"That was for scaring the shit out of me and almost dying on me," she said, nose flaring, jaw set, and eyes glaring at me.
I was speechless. I'd never seen this side of Riza. Part of me was turned on by her ferocity, but another part of me was scared of her in a way. Not in the way where I was afraid she would hurt me again, but in a way that I was scared to disappoint her. Almost instantly I watched as her face went from tense anger and rage to love and concern as she gripped my cheek and kissed me with more desire and burning passion than I'd ever felt from her.
To be continued.
By NavyRigger for Literotica.