I set my phone down on the wooden stand next to my hotel bed not knowing what to think after Vessa hung up Alex's phone. Was she still mad at me? She sounded like she wanted to patch things up tonight but why did she have Alex try to trap me?
There was no point in dwelling on such thoughts so I put them out of my mind.
My hotel room was beautiful. Oak was all over. The bed, the walls, tables, and even the tiny kitchen were all covered with the stuff. I shouldn't have been surprised, after all, the hotel I was in had the same taste in the restaurant below. The Bristol was my favorite place to come on rough days. The lounge downstairs was a great place to work but I had never actually taken a room there before. The window looked onto the street below so the view wasn't that great but the room's lighting was soft and warm and the room itself was beautiful enough.
There was a TV that I was already bored with, alcohol that I was abstaining from, and a bunch of work on the laptop from my car that I was no longer pretending to do. There was a shower though.
So I put the hotel's water to good use until my hands were prunes, dried myself off and waited on the bed. And waited, and waited.
An hour went by and I wondered if maybe she had changed her mind. But I waited anyway and exactly thirty seven minutes later, I heard a gentle knock at the door.
I lunged at the door and fumbled with the locks and on the other side was my wife wrapped up tight in her woolen cream coat and tartan scarf, the collar pulled up around her neck. There were pools in her eyes.
“Hello,” Vessa said. Her bottom lip was trembling.
“I'm sorry, Honey.”
“I'm sorry too!”
“It was cruel of me to – ”
“No, I'm the one who was cruel! To throw you out like I did?!”
“Come in here,” I said, “You look freezing.”
I sat her down at the foot of the bed and knelt down in front of her with my hands on her hips, tugging aimlessly at the pockets of her coat. Her mittened hand brushed hair back under her knit beanie and her other played nervously with the strained coat buttons over her belly.
“I never would have gotten through medical school if you hadn't encouraged me so I shouldn't have lashed out at you,” she said, avoiding my eyes, “I can't believe I let those people and money come between us for even a day.”
“I shouldn't have said what I did.”
“No, you were right. Who knows if I'd have gotten that grant?”
“Then I should have been more patient.”
She was looking at the ground but I could see her mouth curl into her quirky half smile, “Maybe,” she said. “But it was still my fault for attacking you. I just wanted to blame someone other than myself.”
“I've been so stressed lately because so many people are relying on me doing this study right and it's so dependent on me and my own pregnancy of course and it's three babies instead of just one and – ”
“Shh, shh. It's okay, you have me to help you!”
“But that's driving me crazy too!”
“What do you mean? Why?”
“Because you do too much for me! Why do you put so much into our marriage when I give so little back?”
“Where did you come up with that idea?”
“You do favors for me that I never repay.”
“Like all of those banquets I make you go to.”
“But you do repay me for those.”
“Simply by holding my arm.”
“What if I wasn't pretty?”
“Honey, at your worst, you make Helen of Troy look homely and that's why I married you.”
“That's a terrible thing to say!”
“Why? Is it wrong to love you because you're beautiful?”
“No, but I won't stay beautiful forever.”
“Nobody stays beautiful forever.”
“But I don't want you to ever leave me! Especially after today...”
“Honey, I'm not ever going to leave you.”
“How can you know that?”
“Because you say you want me and that's all I will ever need. You're more than just a person to me now, you're my whole life. Everything that I will ever need to be happy in this life is inside you. Your good heart is here, and of course your mind is too and I fall to pieces just knowing my little girls are safely inside your womb. But your eyes and your lips and your nose and that dimple you show me when you're happy all comfort me more after a rough day than anyone's words ever have. Can anyone else make me feel that way? No. And to me, that's reason enough to love you for your beauty. Do you think I'm wrong?”
She shook her head at the ground still unable to look at me so I held her chin until her eyes were staring right into my own.
“You may not like what I'm going to tell you,” I continued, “but it's how I feel. When I see you walk towards me, especially as these precious months have gone by, I enjoy most the feeling that you're all mine. Like you belong to me. And I let myself pretend that making you pregnant has turned my fantasy into a reality. I imagine this every time I see you from across a courtyard, or when I watch you sleep in the morning or when you put your hair in a braid. I hold onto every one of those moments I can because they make all life worth living.”
I stopped for a moment to collect my thoughts and said, “I guess what I'm trying to say is you shouldn't worry about me ever leaving you because I already belong to you. And what I want more than anything is for you to belong to me like I will always belong to you.”
A tear slipped down her cheek but got trapped in her dimple when she smiled. She wiped it away and said, “Oh, but I do belong to you! You don't need to pretend! I am all yours!”
She willed me off my knees with a mitten on each side of my face up to her own and she kissed me until I was gasping for air. Then she kissed me again. She kissed my eyebrow, she kissed my nose, she kissed my chin, she kissed my neck. I was covered in ruby lipstick.
She pulled me down to sit next to her but the bed was a twin so I had to sit facing her side with my left leg draped behind her and my right leg on the floor. She couldn't twist very well but I pulled her into me and she leaned her head back to fully accept my tongue. I danced with her own tongue, rolling around her mouth, loving every little sound she made that let me know she wanted more.
She had her hand on my chest which she would keep there to slow me down. It was her way of letting me know when she was ready for more. She was full of lust though and her other hand was desperate to grab my hair but her mittens were still on and she couldn't run her fingers through like she usually does. So I took the moment that she took her hand off my chest to rip off her mitten as a sign that she wanted me to go faster.
Vessa stopped me. “Wait,” she said. “I want to show you something. Unbutton me.”
My blood was pounding so I attacked the buttons of her coat but she put her hand over mine to calm me down and said with a soft kiss to my cheek, “Slowly, my Love. Be gentle.” She tried standing up but didn't quite make it until I helped her by the hips. With a hand on my shirt, she pulled me to her.
She took the end of her scarf and put it in my hand. I unwound it from her neck and tugged off her shoulders and I kissed her hot neck when it was gone. I could feel the heat radiate off her skin.
“Keep going, my Darling,” she purred. “Here, I'll help.” With her warm hands, she took my fingers and popped the button open. I saw her porcelain skin underneath. The next button revealed a little cleavage. The next one a lot. With each undone button, she held my hand still and leaned up to briefly touch my lips with her own.
She had on lingerie. I could see that her breasts were straining against a delicate silk prison underneath her innocent coat.
I undid the buttons over her belly one by one, relieving them of their duty. I could tell each one was exhausted too, she had outgrown yet another coat. And with each Snap! I glimpsed more and more of her fertile body.
Finally, I took off her coat and hat and saw what she had on for me.
Vessa was dressed in black silk lingerie from head to toe. She was wearing a halter style babydoll with a plunging square neckline that ended just below her boobs. A wide strip of cloth wrapped around the back of her neck and ran vertically down the front of both of her breasts to serve as their only support. This strip was hemmed to a second identical strip of cloth that circled all the way around her, underneath the curves of her bust, and just above the swell of her belly. There was even a big pink bow right in the middle of the strip, below the valley of her breathtaking cleavage.
The true genius, however, of the lingerie she was wearing was how it made Vessa's breasts spill out on either side of the cloth strips. Her breasts were exposed enough to fully drink in the gentle curves of her melons but at the same time, the silk hid just the right amount of her skin to tease me and to make me want to be teased even more. And they looked heavy and full like that, pushing out against the silk like they couldn't be contained for much longer. Her nipples were peeking at me through the fabric. I'd never seen her tits so strained and round from the pressure of so much milk inside them. They were almost too perfect to call tits anymore. Almost.
“W...wow,” I stammered. She was too sexy to take in all at once.
Her mouth curled into a bashful little smile. “How do you like me?”
Still shocked, I sat down on the bed to recover from my daze. Or I would have if the bed had been there. Instead, I fell right on my ass.
I sat up straight against the bed and adjusted my posture, trying to pretend that falling on the floor had been the plan all along but she just shook her head and giggled at me with her hands covering her mouth.
When I licked my lips, I looked at her like a wolf stalking a deer. Her smile disappeared and she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, moving her hands to cradle her belly protectively. She moved deliberately and slowly like prey does when it knows it's being stalked.
Vessa stood there for me to keep looking. And so I drank the rest of her beauty in. If her exquisite breasts were wrapped perfectly to show off how supple they were, then her precious belly was dressed perfectly to show off how fertile she was. She gave me a couple of slow turns so I could fully appreciate what she had on for me.
Opaque silk mesh fell down loosely from the silken strip below her breasts. The material made a tiny, flirtatious skirt around the bottom half of her torso and hovered above her panties, adding even more to her femininity. As the babydoll was a maternity cut, it had a slit in the material right down the middle of her belly, mirroring the gap above which revealed her cleavage. Her belly parted the mesh and the cloth fell away from her belly being too inadequate to properly cover up her immensely productive womb.
Her womb looked uncontrollable. Overstuffed with life. Vessa's belly early on in her pregnancy was kept softly round and in check by her strong core and ab muscles but now those same muscles were no match for her womb. Three of the largest unborn baby girls in the history of mankind grew healthier and stronger and fatter every day she carried them inside her body and that's why her belly looked like a sphere on her frame. The skin of her belly was absurdly tight but thanks to my constant rubbing, still unbelievably soft and smooth and blemish-free. She still carried her belly high on her frame showing clearly that despite her unbelievable size, she was still not ready to give birth. And it was obvious by her posture that she was proud to be the embodiment of fertility. Her shoulders were back, her belly thrust out and her back straight. She had to lean back to keep her balance even as she supported her belly from underneath with her hands. When she looked at me, her face told me that if I could somehow, then and there, put more of my babies inside of her, she would only love me more for it.
Vessa's hips, even this far into her pregnancy were still the widest part of her body but only just. If her engorged breasts and gravid belly made her fertile and feminine, then it was her hips that made her a woman. Through hard work, her body was still fit and toned but due to her pregnancy, somehow better proportioned. I wanted to pull her hips to me and have her sit down and grind on me the whole night.
Below her belly and well below the mesh silk skirt of her babydoll were her ruffle panties. They were black like her top and just as tiny and cute. They were designed to prove to me how suitable Vessa was for bearing children in the most lewd way. Her ass was too round for her panties and so I could see just a little bit of her bum cleavage peeking out of the top. And bum was the perfect word because of how cute her cheeks looked tightly wrapped up in ruffles. The ruffles stopped just above her pussy which was covered by smooth silk. They were low on her hips and so tight that I could see the silk push into her pussy, tempting me to go there myself. I looked carefully and even saw a tiny little zipper guarding access to her body.
Her panties were also her garter belt because four little clasps pulled her stockings up her smooth, shapely legs. The sheer material ended about a quarter of the way down her thighs and each stocking had a tiny matching pink bow on the top of each one.
She turned around on her “fuck me” heels to show me that naughty little black line that I love so much running down the miles and miles of her toned legs. Her heels were cherry red and tall enough that she shouldn't have worn them.
But even as sexy as her body was, it was her face that made me want to cum inside her. It was always her face that made me want to fuck her the most. Her big, seductive eyes lusted for me and her light eyebrow was lifted, teasing me to rush over and have her. She had a cute little upturned nose and soft cheeks despite her high, well-defined cheekbones. And lips just meant for pouting. Those lips were what men everywhere dreamed of wrapped around their cock but they belonged to me. Vessa's lips screamed fertility just by being as plump as they were. Her tender face was framed by the graceful curve of her feminine jawline and her lustrous hair. Due to being so far along in her pregnancy, her hair was outright glowing. The soft curls of her golden hair fell just past her shoulders and bounced at her slightest movement.
“Wow...” I said again.
She giggled and turned around for me once more.
“Come here.” I demanded.
“On your lap?”
“But I won't be able to get up!”
“Good. Then then you can't get away from me.”
Embarrassed but smiling, she maneuvered carefully in her high heels, turned to the side, and I helped her sit down in my lap. Her long legs were sprawled out to my left and her butt was on my right thigh. My right arm was wrapped around her back to support her and my left went to work exploring her body.
“I like that zipper by the way,” I said.
“You mean this one?” She reached my hand under her belly and between her legs. She was drenched.
“Hrrmm! Mhm!” I pinched her panties until I found the zipper and pulled it down to finger her.
“Wait. Not yet,” she purred. “I want you to take all night. I want you to make me so dirty that no shower can clean me up in the morning.”
“Okay,” I squeaked. “What did you have in mind?”
“I have a surprise for you. Come with me.”
I helped her stand up and she put her coat back on. She looked presentable again but her stockings and shoes gave her away.
“I can't believe you wore that from home,” I said, “Weren't you cold?”
“No,” she said proudly. “Come on. We've got to make a stop at the lobby first.”
She took me by the hand to the elevator. Vessa was too pregnant to walk down stairs safely in those high heels and we found a night attendant at the desk downstairs.
“Hello,” she said to him, “Is it too late for room service?”
“Oh no. We offer room service throughout the night should you desire it.”
“Wonderful!” Vessa said gleefully, clapping her hands together, “May I order some fruit and um, some uh, whipped cream?”
“That won't be a problem. We'll have a fruit platter sent up to you shortly. May I ask what room?”
“Actually, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to customize my order please. It's my cravings, you see!” she stepped back from the counter to display her belly. “A bit silly I suppose...”
“Not at all, and that shouldn't be a problem. It will take extra time to prepare however. What would you like?”
“Could I have...cherries, grapes and some honeydew melon?”
“Oh! And some peaches and cantaloupes, please.”
“Cantaloupes? Whole ones, madam?”
“Oh yes, a few of those at least. And could they be cut in long strips for me?”
“And some bananas!” I blurted out.
“Ooo! Especially bananas!” Vessa agreed.
The attendant lifted his eyebrow with derision, “Strips and bananas then. Will that be all?”
“That should do it... Melted chocolate would be divine if you have some of that too.”
“Yum! That too!”
“Chocolate as well. This will not all fit on one platter, I'm afraid.”
“Oh, that's okay. We'll be wanting three anyway,” she said.
He seemed skeptical that we were serious but he was a professional. “And what room would you like this delivered to?”
“210,” I said.
“Wait, make that 400 instead please.”
“400? Are you sure?”
“Yes please. That's my room. Remember? I booked it a little while ago.”
“Oh, I remember. 400 it is. It should take about an hour to prepare.”
“Great!” Vessa said.
She took me by the hand again and pulled me back to the elevator. When we were inside I said, “You booked a room?”
“I knew we were going to need a big room for tonight. And besides, your bed is way too small.”
We got out and walked down the fourth floor hallway and she fished in her pocket for the door key.
Room 400 was one of the hotel suites and was even more lovely than my room. It even had a four-poster bed.
She pulled me into the room and took me to the kitchen table where there were two large paper bags. I sat down and she stood next to me while she reached into the bags pulling out one by one: two bottles of lubricant, bondage rope, two blindfolds, four bottles of body oil, four pairs of cuffs, a ball gag, feathers, anal beads, a butt plug, and a vibrating dildo. Everything was still in its packaging.
“You came prepared,” I said.
Vessa walked over to the bed and pulled back the curtains. Sprawled out on it was Alex. She was lying on her side with her head propped up on her arm and her other slowly stroking her pregnant tummy. But while Vessa's lingerie was coquettish, Alex's was downright slutty. Her whole body was covered, from head to toe, in a fine black bodystocking, save for an opening barely big enough to fit her tits through, and another right between her legs for easy access.
“Oh my god,” I said.
Alex's lingerie was simple but her body looked so good because of it. She looked due now. The baby was incredibly big for the sixth month and her body looked like she was getting ready for labor. Her breasts were supple with milk just like Vessa's but also like Vessa, her breasts were firm from pressure and genetics. Vessa's figure was still more sultry and shapely than Alex's but Alex still had a body that could rival any gorgeous Brazilian bikini model, and that would go double for her tush.
Alex's belly was just as firm as her butt although it was more pliable than Vessa's. She still had room to grow even if her belly was a perfect egg shape on her frame. It bulged against the netting of her bodystocking as a reminder that her belly was always getting bigger and wouldn't fit in a couple weeks.
“Say hi Daddy!” Alex said to her unborn baby. “Oomph, she kicked! Did you see?”
“Mhm...” And it was true. Even from this far away I could see her skin undulate.
“She's so feisty. Probably because she's so big already. Isn't that right, Vessa?”
“That's right, my Love. Let me feel!”
Vessa sat down on the bed by Alex's belly and rubbed over the fine netting until she felt a kick with her hand. “Oh, hi there Cutie! I love you too! She loves her Aunt Vessa.”
“I think she loves you for making her so big inside her Mama.”
“She'll be just like her big sisters. Maybe I can get them to kick and say hi.”
Vessa scooched over so their bellies were mashed together and she lifted up her babydoll to show them moving around inside her. But even as they moved, Vessa's belly grumbled and growled from hunger. A bit embarrassed, she laughed and said, “Always hungry, aren't they?”
“I wouldn't have it any other way,” said Alex. “Come sit down with us,” she said to me.
I sat down between them. Alex pushed herself up and they leaned against me. So I was sitting between my knocked-up Brazilian ex-flight attendant lover on my left and my super-pregnant sexy wife on my right. I was like a kid in a candy store. I had no idea where to begin.
That's when I saw it: three stitches on my wife's perfect head.
“What the hell is this?!” I demanded, standing up. “What happened to your head?!”
“Shh, shh. Come here,” Vessa said, tugging at my hand.
“Turn to the side, I want to see!”
Vessa shifted and tilted her head back. I took my phone out and shined the light on her scalp. “You got these today?”
She nodded, turning back to me on the bed. “I really had to exercise and – ”
“And I wasn't there!” I got on my knees and put my head on what little of her lap was left.
“It was my fault! Not yours! I shouldn't have – ”
“I can't believe I wasn't there...”
“Are you okay?”
“And...” I put my hand on her belly.
“They're all very healthy.”
“Vessa kept them safe and sound, Philip,” Alex reassured me.
“Here,” Vessa said, taking my phone, “Sit down again.”
I sat between the two of them and said, “I should have stayed even if you hated me for it.”
“I'm the one to blame Honey, not you! I wasn't careful enough and I threw you out...”
“You can say that all you want, but I still wasn't there to help you when I should have been. I'm never leaving you like that again.”
“Ohh,” said Alex crying, “You two are so beautiful!”
“You have no idea,” Vessa said, tearing up herself, “Do you know what he said to me earlier?”
“Oh, no...” I fell all the way back on the bed with my arms out in embarrassment.
Vessa told Alex everything we said to one another downstairs. And each word only made them both cry even more. I blamed pregnancy hormones...
When Vessa was finished, Alex wiped the tears from her face and asked, “Did you really mean that?”
Vessa stretched out next to me on her side and gave me a loving kiss on the cheek. Then Alex did too. They pulled my arms around them and we sat there for a few minutes while they stared at me with dorky smiles on their faces.
“I couldn't ask for a better husband.”
“Trust me, I'm the lucky one,” I said.
“That's also true,” she laughed.
“You've been good to us too though,” Alex said, “You've been such a perfect man throughout our pregnancies, getting us whatever we want in the middle of the night, cleaning up after our morning sickness...”
“Rubbing our feet and our backs... I mean you've read more books about pregnancy than both of us together!”
“But more than anything, you make us feel so sexy while we're pregnant.”
“Because you are. I would do anything to make either one of you two happy.”
“Every woman should have someone like you,” Alex said, snaking her hand up my shirt to rub my chest.
“Careful,” Vessa laughed, “I'm willing to share, but don't forget, he belongs to me!”
“Mmm, that's fine... I'm happy enough to have this,” she cooed, patting her belly. And as if on cue, Alex's belly rumbled from hunger as well.
“Oh no!” Vessa turned my head to look at her and purred, “Our yummy fruit and cream won't be here for a while. How should we fill Alex's hungry tummy?”
She was so sexy. I looked at Alex and asked, “Would you like some milk?”
She nodded eagerly.
“How much milk can you drink?”
“I'm going to have all of it!” she grinned.
“Good. I'm going to make sure both of your bellies get even fatter tonight.” I sat up and looked at the head of the king-size bed we were on. It had tons of pillows. I arranged them so they could lay comfortably next to each other and said, “Vessa drinks first. She's been waiting longer and your boobs are already out for her.” I picked Alex up in my arms and set her carefully down on the left side of the bed. Then I picked up Vessa and set her down on a bunch of pillows in the middle of the bed, leaving enough room for me, and lower than Alex so her breasts were easy to suckle from. Their bellies were so big that their bodies had to angle awkwardly away from one another but that didn't stop Vessa from greedily latching onto Alex's aroused nipple like her life depended on it.
They both moaned softly together as Vessa's mouth slurped and pumped back and forth on Alex's plump breast. Desperate to drink even faster, Vessa put her arm around Alex and pulled her chest into her face.
Over on the table, I took the bondage rope and a pen from a desk and, going over to Alex, I wrapped one end of it all the way around her belly over her belly button and marked it on the rope.
Curious, she giggled and asked, “What's this for?”
“You thought I was kidding, huh? About making you bigger tonight?”
“Don't you worry, we're working on it!” Alex said. She took my hand and placed it on her belly. “Oh! Your hands are so cold!”
“Sorry, Gorgeous.” I pinched the nipple Vessa wasn't attached to and accidentally released a bit of the precious pressurized milk contained therein.
“Don't waste it!” Alex said, “Can't you see she's hungry?” She brushed a bit of Vessa's hair from her face lovingly and reached over as far as she could to pat her belly.
Walking around the bed, I measured Vessa the same way I did Alex. Needless to say, Vessa's measurement used much more rope.
Vessa stopped drinking briefly to plead, “Take your clothes off and spoon me! And get some oil!”
A trail of clothing was left in my wake as I grabbed the oil from the kitchen table. Hopping on the bed, Vessa stopped again to make sure I was where she wanted me to be. She took my left leg between her own to dry hump. I say dry but really she was anything but. Slick oil poured into my hand from the bottle and I teased the mesh up off of Vessa's belly and slapped a whole mess of it right on top of her. She interlocked her fingers with mine as I made sure to kneed the stuff into her smooth skin, keeping rhythm with her lustful bucking on my leg.
When she finished the first breast, Vessa still had Alex pinned to her with her other arm wrapped underneath her body. Alex couldn't get away even if she wanted to. She clearly loved it, however, pure contentment written across her face.
Her muffled Mmmphs and groans merged with the sounds her sloppy sucking. Pulling her hair back more, I sucked on her earlobe, something I know makes her tingle all over. Her moans turned to whimpers and she pulled at her own hard nipples, eager for more pleasure. I saw a little of her own milk leak out.
“Careful, Love,” I said. “Don't you want to keep it all inside for Alex to have later?”
“Mmhmm,” she whined.
I moved my hand off her abdomen to cup her breast but she took it away quick, putting it back on her shiny, round belly, telling me what sensations she really needed.
“Talk to me...Baby. Tell me what you...like!” Vessa said between breaths.
“I like watching you suck your lover's milk. Pull her closer! Don't let her get away from you, Baby!”
I saw Vessa's fingertips sink into the skin of Alex's side as she clutched her harder.
“Oh!” Alex was surprised when Vessa jerked her even more into her face.
I kissed her bare shoulder. “I like feeling how wet you are.” And again.
“Mmmmm,” she purred. “Do you like...me...when I'm...wet?”
“I love it when you're wet for me.”
“I love it when you feel good.”
“Huuungh!” she panted. Her cheeks were sucking in further. She gripped my leg harder. Moved faster. “Do you...want your preg...nant girl... to be happy?”
“That's all I want!” I whispered past her earlobe.
And she gushed all over my leg. Her mouth sucked hard one last time, making Alex yelp. The breast popped free from her mouth and Alex rolled on her back, panting herself.
Vessa leaned back into me and turned her body more so she could thank me for her orgasm with a lustful kiss.
“Is my pregnant girl happy?” I whispered between kisses.
“Mhmm,” she moaned. “I want more though.”
“Can I surprise you?”
“As long as it makes you happy, I don't care.”
“Yay! Can you help me up?”
I helped her sit up and pulled her to her feet. She grabbed her phone and said, “I'm gonna shower and check on our order real quick. I'll be a few minutes.”
“They'll be here...come back to bed. I'm not done with you yet.”
“I know,” she smiled. “I just wanna know how much longer we have to wait. Why don't you get Alex ready for round two?”
“Yeah,” Alex agreed with devilish eyes, “Make sure I'm ready for round two!”
I grinned and jumped back into bed.
“Oooh, it's still wet there,” I laughed.
“From Vessa? I bet it smells delicious.” Alex got on all fours and crawled over to me and sniffed around. “Mmm!”
“Turn around. I'm gonna smell you,” I demanded.
With a lewd grin, she did as she was told and I sat up right into her pussy, breathing in deeply, getting my fill of her musty, sweaty sex. I kissed her tenderly, ripping the netting over her crotch for better access with my mouth. Her belly was hanging down right where my free hand was so I palmed it, pushing against her skin. Feeling her abdomen was healthy and strong comforted me.
“Silly Goose! Round two means she wants a second meal from me, not round two of sex!”
“We'll do that later. Right now I'm the one that's having a meal. Now sit on my face.” I laid back on the bed and pulled at her hips.
Alex giggled and put her hands on my thighs. She took her fingers on each hand and walked them down my thigh, tickling each and every spot as she went. The fingers marched forward as she stretched out her body along my own, over my knees and along my shins. I saw her pussy better with every inch and her belly between her legs expand up and down from each breath. Then she gripped my ankles with her hands and her body was prostrated on top of me. Alex's belly was too proud, however, to disappear and was quite right instead to bulge out on my chest, elevating her pussy in defiance and out of convenience for me. Proud that I should have to suffer such an inconvenience, I sat up on my elbows and wrapped my lips around hers.
I moaned and hummed to vibrate for her and flicked her clit with my tongue. I felt her thighs up and down noting every muscle twitch and nervous movement.
Soon her motions sped up. Her hand went away from my leg to tug at her breast. Back and forth she ground into my face, except for her belly for it was too big and her skin stuck to mine.
Vessa's shower water stopping long ago, she waddled back in stuffed perfectly once again in her lingerie piece du jour.
She growled like a tiger and crawled on the bed toward me. My wife slapped Alex's ass hard, just enough to be uncomfortable.
“Mmmm. Look at you two,” she turned around to Alex and quietly said, “I bet you're ready to come, aren't you? Look how hot and sticky you are. Push that tongue in a little more for me?” she purred to her pregnant friend.
“Huhngh!” Alex moaned. Her body went back one more time and she was spent. Exhausted, she rolled over onto her back.
We both laid next to the tired woman, stroking her sweaty body as she recovered.
I went to the kitchen, got her some water and she sat up on the bed with help from Vessa. The plump cushions at the head of the bed looked comfy so I plopped down in them, perfectly content with the world.
Knock knock knock! The door yelled immediately. Of course. Who else but room service?
I threw on my pants and opened the door to a young bellboy pushing a huge cart with three covered platters on it.
“Three, eh, fruit trays, sir?” he asked.
“You're a lifesaver, lad! I'll take that and you take this.” I handed him a bunch of bills from my wallet and wheeled the cart in the suite.
But my spot on the bed was indeed comfy so I silently declared break time and plopped down once again on the cushions. Alex thought I looked comfy so she crawled on over to me with her cup of water and laid in between my legs, falling back against me.
“That looks nice.” Vessa lamented.
“It is nice,” Alex said.
Alex sipped from her cup and handed it to me when it was empty. Her hands began massaging her breasts in circular motions.
“I'm sorry, Love, did I make you sore there?” Vessa asked.
“Oh no. I feel great! I just thought this helps me, you know, make milk.”
Vessa beamed, “It does! But perhaps bigger hands would help? I'll get you lots more water.” She got off the bed.
Alex lifted her hands off her breasts and I took over. It was so heavenly that we were both fully catatonic, not a tense muscle between the two of us
Alex drank more water from the cup Vessa gave her and we sat there content to just be.