Day 6 dawned with a soft patter of rain against the windows, the sky a uniform gray that mirrored the subtle ache building in Richard's lower back. Emily's body felt even weightier now, the belly a constant, insistent presence that shifted the center of gravity with every movement. He lay on his side in the rumpled sheets, one hand resting on the swell, feeling the baby roll lazily inside, a flutter that sent tingles radiating outward. The breasts throbbed, fuller than yesterday, veins prominent under the skin as milk accumulated overnight. Nipples stood erect, sensitive to the cool air, and when he brushed a thumb over one, a bead of white liquid welled up, trickling down the curve.
Alex stirred beside him, arm draped possessively over the hip, his morning erection pressing against the ass cheek. 'Rough night?' he murmured, voice gravelly, as he nuzzled the neck. Richard nodded, turning slightly to capture his lips in a slow kiss, tongues sliding together while Alex's hand migrated upward to palm a tit. He squeezed experimentally, eliciting a hiss from Richard as milk sprayed in fine arcs onto the pillow. 'Let me take care of that.' Alex rolled him onto his back carefully, propping pillows under the shoulders to support the weight, then straddled the thighs, cock bobbing heavy between them.
He leaned down, mouth enveloping the right nipple, tongue flicking before he sucked hard, drawing out rhythmic pulses of milk that he swallowed greedily. Richard arched, fingers digging into Alex's shoulders, the pull creating a direct line of heat to the core. Pussy lips parted on their own, slick gathering as arousal built. Alex's hand trailed down, parting the folds to rub the clit in firm circles, then dipping lower to thrust two fingers into the entrance, pumping in time with his mouth. Milk flowed freely now, some dribbling from the corner of his lips, and he switched to the left breast, biting gently around the areola to heighten the sensation.
'Fuck, you're leaking everywhere,' Alex groaned, pulling back to watch the streams coat the belly. He aligned his cock, rubbing the head along the slit before pushing in deep, the stretch filling Richard completely. They rocked together, Alex's thrusts measured to avoid jarring the womb, each slide hitting the spot inside that made stars burst behind eyelids. Hands roamed—Alex kneading the free tit, milking it manually while pounding harder, until Richard clenched around him, orgasm ripping through with a cry, walls fluttering as juices soaked the sheets. Alex followed, hips stuttering as he pumped cum into the depths, holding still to let it seep against the cervix.
They lingered in the aftershocks, Alex withdrawing slowly, a mix of fluids leaking out to pool between the ass cheeks. Breakfast was simple—oatmeal and fruit in the nook, rain drumming steadily—but the text from Laura lingered in Richard's mind: 'Coming over soon. We need to talk... and more.' Anticipation coiled in his gut, mixing with the fullness from the meal and the fresh load inside.
Laura arrived mid-morning, umbrella dripping as she stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to the maternity top stretched tight over the protruding abdomen. She was in her own body today, curves familiar yet charged with the memory of past swaps. 'Look at you,' she breathed, pulling him into an embrace that pressed her chest against the breasts, causing a fresh leak to dampen both shirts. 'So beautiful like this. How are you holding up?'
Richard led her to the couch, sinking down with a sigh, hands cradling the belly. 'Tired, but... alive. The baby's active today, and these—' he gestured to his chest—'won't quit. Alex helped, but it's endless.' Laura's gaze softened, then heated as she reached out, fingers tracing the underside of a breast through the fabric. 'Let me. Like old times.' She unbuttoned the top slowly, exposing the heavy globes, nipples already pearling. Leaning in, she took one into her mouth, sucking with expert pressure, tongue swirling to coax out the flow.
Relief washed over Richard, the suction easing the bloat while stirring desire. He threaded fingers through her hair, guiding her rhythm, as the other hand slipped under her skirt to find her panties soaked. 'Mom... you too?' Laura hummed around the nipple, vibrations shooting straight to the clit, and nodded, pulling back briefly to whisper, 'Seeing you like this... it does things to me.' She stripped off her blouse, revealing her own full breasts, then shed the skirt and underwear, climbing onto his lap to straddle the thigh.
Their mouths met in a hungry kiss, tasting of milk and need, while Laura ground her pussy against the leg, leaving a trail of wetness. She returned to nursing, alternating sides, hands roaming to pinch the free nipple and send sprays across their skin. Richard's fingers delved into her folds, stroking the inner walls, thumb pressing her clit until she bucked, moaning into the flesh. 'Inside me,' she gasped, lifting to position herself over the hand, impaling on three fingers that curled upward.
The rain intensified outside, masking their sounds as Laura rode the hand, tits bouncing, while draining the last from one breast. Milk smeared her chin, and she licked it off, eyes locked on Richard's. He added a fourth finger, stretching her wide, the squelch audible over the storm. Her orgasm hit fast, walls gripping tight as she flooded the palm, body shuddering. In response, she slid down, spreading his legs to bury her face in the pussy, tongue lapping at the mixed cum from earlier, delving deep to scoop it out.
Richard gripped the couch arms, hips lifting to meet the mouth, clit sucked between lips while fingers probed the ass, slick with saliva. The dual assault built quickly, and he came with a wail, squirting into her face, the release mingling with the rain's rhythm. Laura rose, kissing him deeply to share the flavors, then fetched a strap-on from her bag—thick, veined silicone that she buckled on with practiced ease.
'On your knees,' she commanded softly, helping him turn to brace against the cushions, ass presented, belly hanging low. She lubed the dildo generously, then pressed the tip to the pussy entrance, sliding in inch by inch until seated fully. Thrusts started slow, hands on hips for leverage, each push grinding the base against her own clit. Richard pushed back, the penetration hitting deep, the baby's movements syncing oddly with the motion, heightening the surreal intimacy.
She reached around to rub the clit, fingers slippery, while leaning over to kiss the back of the neck. Pace quickened, the slap of skin echoing, until Laura's breaths came ragged. 'Cum with me,' she urged, pinching a nipple to restart the milk flow. Richard shattered first, pussy spasming around the shaft, milking it as if it were real. Laura followed, grinding hard as her own climax peaked, the strap-on buried to the hilt.
They collapsed together, the dildo slipping out with a wet pop, cum and milk pooling beneath. Afternoon blurred into lazy explorations—Laura nursing again as the breasts refilled, fingers tracing stretch marks, whispered confessions of how the swaps deepened their connection. Alex returned to find them entwined, napping on the couch, and joined without a word, his cock sliding into Laura's mouth while he fingered Richard's ass.
The threesome unfolded naturally: Alex fucking Richard from behind, slow and deep, while Laura straddled the face, pussy grinding down for tongue to lap at her folds. Hands everywhere—squeezing tits, stroking cocks, probing holes. Alex pulled out to thrust into Laura, then back, alternating until all three peaked in a tangle of limbs, cum spilling across bellies and thighs.
As evening fell, the rain easing to a drizzle, Laura dressed reluctantly. 'Day 7 tomorrow—back to normal? Or one more adventure?' Richard smiled, body humming with satisfaction, the web of swaps tighter than ever, promising endless depths to plumb.