Day 5 brought a humid haze to the house, the air thick with the scent of blooming jasmine from the garden outside. Richard stirred awake in the king-sized bed, Emily's body heavy and languid, the belly protruding further each day like a ripe melon under taut skin. The breasts, though relieved from yesterday's thorough draining, already tingled with renewed fullness, nipples chafing against the cotton bra as he shifted. He cupped them experimentally, feeling the warmth seep through fingers, a few drops soaking into the fabric. The pussy throbbed faintly, remnants of last night's pounding by Alex lingering in sore, satisfied muscles.
Alex was already up, the shower running in the en-suite bathroom. Richard swung his legs over the bed's edge, toes brushing the cool hardwood floor, and stood slowly, hands supporting the lower back against the growing arch. Waddling to the mirror, he traced the stretch marks fanning across the abdomen, silvery lines that pulsed with the baby's subtle kicks. 'Getting real now,' he muttered, voice husky from sleep, as he peeled off the bra to let the tits hang free, swaying with each step. Milk beaded at the tips, and he pinched one nipple, watching a thin stream arc into the sink.
The shower door slid open, steam billowing out, and Alex emerged towel-clad, water droplets tracing his muscled chest down to the V of his hips. His eyes locked on Richard's exposed form, cock twitching visibly under the terrycloth. 'Morning, beautiful. Can't even shower without missing these.' He closed the distance, dropping the towel to reveal his hardening shaft, and pulled Richard into a kiss, tongue probing deep while one hand kneaded a breast, coaxing milk to spray against his abdomen.
Richard moaned into the mouth, back arching to press the chest forward. 'They're filling up again. Suck them dry before breakfast?' Alex didn't need asking twice; he guided Richard to sit on the vanity, legs parting around his waist. Lowering his head, he latched onto the left nipple, sucking with rhythmic pulls that drew out gushes of warm liquid. Richard's fingers tangled in Alex's wet hair, urging him on, while the right tit leaked freely, rivulets sliding down to pool at the navel. The suction sent jolts straight to the clit, pussy lips swelling, juices gathering as Alex's free hand dipped between thighs to stroke the folds.
'You're so wet already,' Alex growled, fingers circling the entrance before pushing two inside, curling to stroke the inner walls. Milk flowed faster with the building arousal, and he switched breasts, devouring the other side while pumping steadily. Richard bucked against the hand, clit grinding on the heel of Alex's palm, until orgasm crashed over him—walls clenching, a gush of slick coating the fingers. Alex pulled back, lips shiny with milk, and aligned his cock, thrusting in with one smooth motion to bury deep in the soaked channel.
They fucked against the mirror, Richard's ass cheeks pressing into the glass, tits bouncing with each slam. Alex gripped the hips, pounding hard, the belly between them a soft barrier that he kissed reverently. 'Gonna fill you up again,' he grunted, pace quickening until he stilled, cock pulsing as ropes of cum flooded the pussy. Richard came a second time, milking every drop, the sensation of hot seed mixing with his own release pushing him over the edge.
Panting, they cleaned up together, Alex soaping the body gently, fingers lingering on the sensitive spots. Over coffee in the kitchen, Richard felt the afterglow settle, but the day's solitude loomed—Alex off to meetings, leaving him to navigate the house alone. The phone buzzed mid-sip: Elena. 'Hey, cuz—er, Rich. Mom told me about yesterday. You okay? Need company?'
He hesitated, thumb hovering, then typed back: 'Yeah, come over. Door's open.' Elena arrived within the hour, slipping in quietly, her eyes widening at the sight of him in the oversized maternity dress, barefoot and glowing from the morning's exertions. 'God, you look... radiant. Pregnancy suits you.' She hugged him carefully, avoiding the belly, but her hands brushed the sides of the breasts, sending a shiver through him.
They settled in the sunlit living room, Elena curling up on the couch with a mug of tea. Richard confessed the night's details—the relentless leaks, Alex's eager mouth, the way the body responded so viscerally. 'It's like everything's amplified. The kicks, the hormones... I crave touch constantly.' Elena listened, her gaze drifting to the damp patches forming on his dress. 'Show me? I mean, if you want. Like before, but... deeper.'
Richard nodded, lifting the hem to expose the thighs, then the dress over his head, standing nude before her. The belly dominated, round and firm, with the pussy still puffy from use, a trickle of cum leaking out. Elena rose, tracing fingers over the skin, starting at the shoulders, down the arms, then cupping the tits. 'So heavy still.' She squeezed gently, milk squirting onto her palms, and brought one to her lips, tasting tentatively. 'Sweet. Let me help.'
She led him to the bedroom, laying him on his side to ease the belly's weight. Kneeling beside, she took a nipple into her mouth, sucking softly at first, then harder, drawing out steady streams. Richard sighed in relief, hand stroking her hair, as the pressure ebbed. Elena's other hand roamed lower, parting the labia to slide inside, fingers scissoring gently while thumb pressed the clit. 'You taste like home,' she whispered between pulls, switching sides, her own arousal evident in the flush of her cheeks.
The nursing turned heated; Elena stripped, climbing onto the bed to straddle his thigh, grinding her bare pussy against the skin while continuing to drain the breasts. Milk smeared between them, slicking their bodies as she rocked faster, fingers now three deep in the cunt, stretching it wide. Richard reached up, pinching her nipples, rolling them until she whimpered, then pulled her down for a kiss, tongues tangling with the milky flavor.
They shifted, Elena on her back, Richard hovering over despite the belly's hindrance. He licked down her body, sucking her tits briefly before burying his face in her crotch, tongue lashing the clit, delving into the hole to scoop out her essence. Elena writhed, legs over his shoulders, until she shattered, flooding his mouth. In turn, she flipped him gently, spreading his legs to eat the pussy, tongue fucking the entrance while fingers milked the last from the breasts, pinching and tugging.
Afternoon wore on in a haze of touches—fingers in asses, clits rubbing in tandem, toys from Emily's drawer vibrating against sensitive spots. Elena used a dildo on him, sliding it into the pussy while sucking the clit, building to a screaming climax that left him trembling. They napped entwined, bodies sticky, until Alex's key in the door jolted them awake.
Elena slipped out the back, waving slyly, as Alex entered, sniffing the air. 'Smells like you've been busy.' He grinned, pulling Richard close for a deep kiss, tasting Elena on the lips. No jealousy, just heat—Alex bent him over the kitchen counter, cock slamming into the ass this time, lubed with spit and pre-cum, while hands reached around to finger the pussy. Thrusts were brutal, balls slapping skin, until Alex unloaded deep in the rectum, the dual fullness pushing Richard to squirt onto the floor.
Evening brought Laura's text: 'Thinking of you. Tomorrow?' Richard smiled, body sated but already anticipating more, the swaps binding them in a web of forbidden pleasures, the pregnancy a catalyst for endless exploration.