When I first found out I was pregnant I was overjoyed, my husband and I celebrated by having wild amazing sex. The first few months were fine it was about month six that I noticed he was being protective and begging off. I knew he was working extra hard so he could get time off after I had baby but it was frustrating me to no end as my body was more sexually responsive than ever. I was talking with a close friend while we lounged in backyard sunning ourselves. I said it was so much easier with her being a lesbian and all. She was rubbing lotion into my back at the time and she said it had its rough points. I rolled over so I could look at her my tits naturally hard, and said the next time they would get sucked was if I breast-fed. Her fingers slide up to touch them and I flushed at how good it felt even through my swimsuit.
"I could change that," it was the barest hint of whisper and I shock my head, but her fingers persisted and she slowly worked my swimsuit down, my breasts popping out, her fingers working the entire breast. I couldn't help but moan and blushed as she squeezed one and liquid spurt a little out of my nipples. Before I could apologize, my husband had been weirded out by it; her mouth had lowered to my rosy tits and was sucking so gently, insistently. My body was responding, I couldn't understand, then her mouth took in the other one relieving a pressure I didn't even know was built up in my breasts. If she had been a man I would have done anything for more sucking, but she was my friend.
