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.
