Laurie's Milk Ch. 05

Steve sweat and panted.

"Jesus Christ" he exclaimed.

Laurie cocked her head to the side. "What's wrong honey?"

Steve sighed.

He dropped the spanner and stood back from the pool filter.

"The bolts were tighter on the drumhead than I thought they would be," Steve answered. He peered inside the barrel he had just uncovered, and made a face. "Yeah, it's what I thought. The sand needs to be replaced."

"Oh. Should I get out then?" Laurie asked. She kicked against the tiled side of the pool, pushing herself backwards and waded into deeper water.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, still looking into the filter.

"No, no, you can stay in. I just need to dump the old stuff, then take the truck and go get new sand," he replied.

Laurie's clouded over. "Do you have to do it today? You're only just back from the city and I want some time with you before you go off again."

Steve smiled at his wife. "I know honey. But I've just spent the better part of an hour taking this thing apart. I may as well finish the job. Then you can have me all to yourself."

Laurie smiled. Her husband Steve was working with his agent and a moderately successful publishing house to get his manuscript into print. Contracts had been signed and they had received his advance months ago. But between now and his work actually getting onto bookshelves, there were enough meetings and interviews that Steve had had to take a leave of absence from his Data Analyst position to be at the publishers, or his agent's offices, for nearly as many hours as his full time job required.

And that didn't take into account the phone calls to the house that took Steve away to the study for hours, or the weekend 'special preview readings' at coffee houses and bookstores. He was still too new to the literary world to answer the obligatory Q&A sessions with any real depth, but both the publisher and his agent seemed to see enough promise in his work that they were trying to pressure him to sign on to do a sequel. It was both exciting and frustrating, but in the end Laurie just wanted her husband home, and to stop mumbling about cover designs in his sleep, especially now that she really needed her own.

Laurie leaned back in the water and floated on her back for a few strokes. Steve smiled, and wasn't surprised when he felt a rush of heat in his head, and his cock, at the sight of her body.

They hadn't spoken about trying again, but one night three months ago, Steve and Laurie had Steve's best friend Alex and his partner Danny, who Laurie was also engaged in an extramarital relationship with, over for dinner. The evening ended in a group sex act in which their guests partook in Laurie's breast milk, and Steve seduced his wife into being filled with her husband's very potent load.

It was in that act, or the one in their bed after Alex and Danny left, or one of the many others in the following days, that they again conceived a child.

Laurie was so happy to see the two lines on her pregnancy test that she jumped on Steve the moment he came through the door and fucked him where they lay. It wasn't how they had been planning it, wanting their first child Angus to be a bit older before trying again, but they were suddenly much more financially secure then they had been at any other time in their lives, and had the support to increase their family, and so decided to play the hand they'd been dealt.

Steve had been both insanely happy and aroused since his wife had given him the news. Laurie knew that Steve had a massive kink for pregnant women, finding it both a blessing and a curse the first time around. Finding out his wife was again pregnant with his child had seen a return of Steve's amour. This time around however, to Steve's surprise and delight, Laurie was much more receptive to his attentions, the couple fucking every moment they had a few minutes to themselves for days after, and more frequently than usual 'once every few days' in the following weeks.

Laurie was now nearly at the end of her first trimester. Her belly was bigger than it had been when she had been this far along with Angus, a fact which annoyed Laurie, as the maternity clothes she had worn during her first trimester with him were already getting tight and showed a half inch of skin on her tummy. Conversely, seeing Laurie becoming too big for her ever shrinking wardrobe only made Steve hungrier for her.

She was also worried about how much bigger her boobs would get. Laurie was already nursing Steve, Danny and Angus regularly, and unless one of them took milk from her every few hours, the buildup of breast milk quickly became painful. And worse, her breasts were used to being emptied so regularly that her production never truly stopped. Her breasts simply started to let down once they were full, straight through nursing pads, her bra, and t-shirt if she wasn't vigilant.

Her first pregnancy had seen her expand from a 32D bra, into a snug 32F. A third of the way through her second pregnancy, and Laurie was trying hard to ignore the fact her straps were already on the last set of hooks and loops and becoming hard to bring together, and that her breasts were beginning to flow over the tops of the cups of her bras. Another mouth at her nipples and she would expand further still, Laurie was certain. Her ass and thighs were once again increasing in size, stretching the elastic of her underwear thinner and thinner around her ballooning figure.

The overall effect Laurie's thick pregnant body was having on Steve and Danny made it hard for either of them to keep their hands off of her. Watching her jiggle and bounce as she fought to stop herself from bursting out of thin cotton shirts, and stretching yoga pants thin and translucent as they pulled over her thicker thighs and ass was guaranteed to make Steve hard and Danny wet, and ready to do something about it. Not that Laurie minded, so long as she had the energy.

Truth be told, her own libido had kicked into high gear, and she was hornier than she had ever been in her life.

Steve stood admiring his wife. Her belly bobbed above the water line as her breasts rippled weightlessly just below. She wore a royal blue halter neck tankini that tied up around the back of her neck. The top pushed her breasts together simply because their massive size had nowhere to go in the material, putting thick inches of creamy cleavage on display for her husband. The flow of the water had pushed the top up above her belly button, and Steve knew that if Laurie were to stand and walk, the matching bottoms would be eaten up by her new thicker ass within steps. He felt himself reacting to the sight but made no attempt to hide it from Laurie.

And of course she noticed. "Steve, focus," she said in mock sternness.

He tore his eyes away from Laurie's tits and belly. "Right, sorry. It might be a while getting it all done is all I'm thinking," he said.

Laurie swished her hands through the water a moment while she thought. "Well, could you call Alex to give you a hand maybe?"

Steve shook his head. "Him and Danny are up the coast on their 'Couple's Weekend', remember?"

He thought for a moment, and Laurie could have sworn she saw a small smile appear on her husband's face. "...There might be someone I can ask though. Hang on, I need to make a call."

With that, Steve left his wife's side, and walked back towards the house. Laurie watched Steve's retreating back a few moments, shrugged and went back to lazily bobbing around the pool. The weightlessness was heaven on her pregnant body.

Maybe fifteen or twenty minutes had passed, and Laurie was considering getting out to wake Angus up for a feed when she heard the gate click behind her. She turned, and felt her heart drop into her stomach. Steve was walking back into the pool area, and walking behind him, carrying an industrial wet and dry vacuum, was their eighteen year old neighbour, Jensen.

Laurie sunk into the water further to cover her chest from his view, and felt a flutter of butterflies in her substantial belly as she watched him cross the pavement. Her face flushed slightly, but Jensen could have hardly noticed it as he barely looked at her. He nodded in her general direction, said 'Mrs. Andrews' in greeting as he walked passed quickly, and went straight to the pool filter in the corner, behind the shower enclosure.

Steve stopped in front of his catatonic wife. "Hon, Jensen is going to vac the sand out of the filter while I go to the pool shop for some new stuff, alright?" he explained. "I'm just going to put a tarp out on the grass for him to dump it onto, and I'm going to go. There's some cash on the kitchen counter for him when he's done."

Laurie nodded dumbly at her husband, and he walked off to do what he had said he would. She looked back to Jensen.

All three of them knew what had happened the last time Laurie and Jensen had been together: Laurie had been insatiably aroused from days without Steve, and that, combined with vivid memories of interracial porn she had been watching some hours before (her own fetish), had caused her to leak breast milk uncontrollably in front of her muscular black neighbour, as the sight of his muscular figure reignited her lust. Incredibly to Laurie, the sight of her in her compromised state only caused Jensen to become aroused himself, and it was only by the sheerest of luck that Laurie's willpower had held out, and she had not impaled herself on Jensen's python. Jensen sprinted away from her house, leaving her embarrassed and frustrated.

Though she had told her husband everything (after fucking him senseless) and, shockingly, he had been alright with what had happened, Laurie had still not been in the same space as Jensen since then, both by design and fact of him living away on campus at university. She was embarrassed that it had happened, that she had wanted a boy nearly ten years her junior, even if he did embody some of her own most powerful kinks. Steve had since given her permission to 'go forward' if the opportunity ever came up again and she wanted to take it, but her self-consciousness over that event left her uncertain, and a little afraid.

Making certain Jensen was engrossed in sucking sand out of the filter, Laurie crept out of the pool as fast as her pregnant belly would allow, and walked quickly out of the pool area to find Steve, her big new backside jiggling with each step as her bikini bottoms quickly disappeared between her cheeks.

Her husband had done his work quickly. Not only had Steve already put a tarp out for Jensen to dump the sand onto, but by the time Laurie walked out to the patio, Steve had a sleepy Angus and a diaper bag in one hand, his car keys in the other.

"What are you doing?" Laurie hissed at Steve.

"What? I'm just going to get filter sand," he replied innocently.

"With the baby?" she challenged.

He shrugged as a smile crept over his face. "I thought I might take Angus to have a visit with my parents on the way home."

"Steve, cut the bullshit. What is happening here?" she said exasperated.

Steve sighed. "Look, Jensen is here helping me clean out the filter. Honestly, the job will probably take an hour to do right. However," he looked at his watch, "by the time I drive out to the pool shop, get what I need, go to my parents and get mum to stop doting on Angus long enough to get back in the car, it will be more like two hours before I'm home. So, if you...decided to take advantage of an opportunity...you have a very clear gap with nobody else around. If not, well, that's up to you, alright?"

She stared at her husband. "So you want me to fuck him?"

"You want you to fuck him. I want you to have the opportunity the fulfil one of your biggest fantasies. If you want to," he replied calmly.

They were quiet a moment between them while Laurie digested the situation.

She wasn't going to kid herself. She felt heat flush between her legs the moment Jensen walked in, and after talking to Steve, she was certain her bottoms would be spotting with her own slick juices if she cared to check. But still she was still uncertain.

"Are- are you sure you're okay with it...if I decide to?" Laurie asked quietly.

Steve chuckled. "I did set it up after all. Plus, I think it's less of an 'if', if your body is any kind of indicator."

He came closer to Laurie, put his fingers to her breast and pressed slightly. The shock of pleasure caused Laurie to look down to her chest. Her nipples were tenting thickly through the stretchy material. Creamy globs of her milk had already seeped through, obvious even against the water soaked into the top, making them seem even more pronounced on her front. Laurie felt her cheeks burning again. Just being around Jensen had made her body react. She couldn't control herself.

Steve stroked her nipple back and forth, savoring the action, and Laurie let out a small moan as it made her pussy quiver. She was going to jump him in a second.

"Go on baby, go have your fun," he purred. Steve pulled Laurie in close, and kissed her while at the same time moving his hand from her nipple, down her round belly and to her pussy, putting quick, fluttering pressure on her clit that made her knees buckle slightly.

"I love you," he whispered. With that he said to Angus to say bye to his mummy, and walked through the house to the garage.

Laurie stood there dripping, and leaking. "That bastard, he's practically warmed me up to jump Jensen's bones!" she thought. Was that his plan?

Still indecisive, Laurie shifted her weight back and forth from one leg to the other, unsure of what to do.

Her decision was made for her as the pressure of her thighs squeezing together while she swayed from side to side flared the heat in her pussy, causing tiny, involuntary spasms of pleasure to ebb through her crotch. Laurie looked back to the pool. The thought of Jensen's johnson filling her caused the tiny spasms to quiver up in magnitude to aching, needy pulses, before they receded quickly. It left her feeling empty, and wanting.

Her husband set up an extramarital encounter for her. Her body wanted her to do it, and she just couldn't get the image of Jensen's pulsing, thickening cock from their last encounter out of her mind.

Laurie sighed. "Fuck it."

She could hear the vacuum still running, so Laurie tip toed back up the steps to the pool gate. She opened it, took two steps and dove into the cool water once more.

Jensen turned his head at the noise, but returned to his work quickly.

While doing lazy freestyle strokes up and down the pool, Laurie thought quickly.

If this was going to happen she needed a plan. Remembering his exit from her home in the last incident, Laurie knew he might spook easy if it she overcomplicated things, and from his entrance into the pool now she could see he was still embarrassed, so he was likely going to need coaxing. Making him come into the house might be too much. There was money inside for Jensen for the job he was doing, Laurie figured, but... no, that felt too much like there might be the implication was paying him for sex, and that made her feel gross...

Head still under water, she heard the vacuum shut off. Soft thuds of Jensen's feet moved down the pavement. The thought of him coming closer to her made Laurie's heart thump just a bit harder in her chest.

-Thump!-

Laurie's brow creased. "What was that?" she wondered.

It sounded like metal hitting something solid.

She thought on it a moment longer, and realised that as Jensen walked passed it with a fully loaded vacuum of sand, he must have accidently bumped into the side of the pool's shower enclosure.

"The shower!" she thought. Perfect!

Laurie waited until she heard the muffled sound of the pool gate click, before pulling herself out of the pool again and walking quickly to the pool shower door, opening it and stepping in, closing it behind her.

The enclosure was mainly timber, with a thatched, 'Bali-style' roof that let plenty of natural light in through the foot of clearance between the top of the walls and the roof. It was longer than it was wide, with a bench running up one side, a rainfall shower on the back wall, and a sink and some pegs to hang clothes to the front just before the door. There was...nearly...enough room for two people inside.

Laurie took stock of herself, and moved to the opposite side of the room to turn on the showerhead to at least give the pretense she was in here to wash off the pool water, incase Jensen got curious.

Water splashing on the tiles and toward the drain, Laurie stood under the shower head and waited, thinking, running over again and again how she planned to make this happen. She thought that if she gave him a choice, or if she hesitated, Jensen would bolt. So, she would have to immediately take a position of authority, and hold his unwavering attention. But how...

She looked down at her body.

"Duh!"

Her nipples were still pressing through her top; though the warmer temperature of the shower water had taken away some of their thickness, and the milk surrounding them had been rinsed away. She stepped forward so the water was only running down her back, and pinched her nipples between her fingers. Milk spilt out between Laurie's finger tips, enough staining her top that she was milking herself after the first three pulls for pleasure only.

She heard the gate click again, and looked to the gap under the door, waiting for Jensen's shadow to pass in front of it.

She felt her pussy throb in anticipation when it did, practically swimming in her bikini bottoms from the wetness spilling already from it. She rubbed her belly excitedly. She was really going to do this!

"Jensen?" she called out.

The sound of the vacuum that had just started up flicked off again, and there was a heavy moment's pause.

"Mrs. Andrews?" he asked uncertainly.

"Jensen could you come in here a moment?" she asked, trying to control the excitement in her voice. She pushed her head back so the water rinsed through her hair.

"Um, is everything okay?" he asked again.

She could see his shadow under the doorway. "Everything is fine. I just wanted to talk to you. Would you come in please? I'd prefer not to talk through the door."

She saw his shadow stay put as he hesitated, while she put her hands behind her head to wring the water from her hair.

"Time to turn it on," she thought.

Finally, she heard him sigh and turn the knob, walking in on her.

"What do you-"

Jensen froze, immediately floored by the sight in front of him: Laurie in her clinging swimsuit, her head back and hands running through her dark hair. Her elbows were pressed into the sides of her breasts, causing them to push together more heavily, the valley of cleavage thickening in mass. Milk was obvious around Laurie's massive nipples, thin streams of her pearly nectar peeling down her front and dribbling over the exposed skin of her pregnant belly. His eyes followed the milky streams down to the tiny blue bottoms strung tightly over her thick thighs, with their own wet spot, darker and thicker than water and no bigger than a quarter, staining the front.

Laurie studied Jensen as he ogled her. He was dressed sparsely in a thin white cotton t-shirt, short gym shorts and flip flops. Every bit of exposed flesh showing was covered thick, lean muscle. He was covered in sweat from his work, and, if Laurie was right, he also wasn't breathing.

Fighting to keep her own breathing regular, Laurie screwed up the courage she had to keep going.

"I wanted to talk to you about the last time we saw each other," she said clearly.