My husband Ted and I were married for 9 years before I became pregnant at 31. We wanted to enjoy each other. Pregnancy and having a baby tend to reduce a couple's sex lives and social lives. Couples tend not to get enough sleep and be short of time. Our parents lived hundreds of miles away.
The landlord of our building was not enthusiastic about renting to couples with children, especially after children from two tenants scribbled with crayons on the wallpaper of the first floor's hallway. We noticed two mothers scrubbing the walls. We wondered if rents were higher for tenants with children.
During the last few months of pregnancy, I took leave from teaching. My husband was an adjunct professor, which means low pay, no tenure and no benefits. Health insurance was a major expense for us. Having a baby would be expensive. Then, the landlord increased our rent.
I am a 5' 2" brunette with shoulder-length tresses and had a 36c-28-36 figure, until I lost that figure during my last months of pregnancy. Before marriage, I used to dress rather modestly and conservatively. My husband boosted my ego and confidence in my looks by encouraging me to wear skirts and dresses that clung to my curves, came above my knees and had necklines that showed some cleavage. I felt sexy and desirable. The proof was that I often turned men's heads to take a good look at me.
Our landlords, Edgar Upton, and his wife, Janet, were in their 50s and lived in the two-story building. Janet was friendly to me. We would visit each other. She taught Home Economics in the college. Edgar taught biology and relished discussing reproduction in explicit detail. He was about 5'7", balding and thin. He wore glasses with thick lenses and black frames. When I visited Janet and Edgar was present, he took some photos of us, especially when I had my legs crossed and showed several inches of my bare thighs.
Edgar lost no opportunity to ogle me up and down. He seemed to know when I was using the laundry room in the basement. He saw what bras and panties I wore. Sometimes he even picked them up to put into the washer for me. I decided that I should probably return to washing my bras by hand. When he didn't know I was looking, I once saw him sniff the crotch of my bikinis, inhaling deeply! He complimented me on the clothes I wore and told me I had a sensational figure.
This was quite a contrast with the polite and proper faculty parties. If any of the men admired my body, they made no comments and averted their eyes. When I wore a cocktail dress, one actually asked me why I was showing so much skin! Ted told me later that any red-blooded heterosexual man would not have not have complained.
One day, I was bending over the washer to reach the last of the clothes. I could feel my skirt riding up and tightening across my ass. Then, I felt a hand feeling my buttocks!
"I enjoy watching you do laundry, Melanie!" Edgar exclaimed.
When Ted came home, I told him about Edgar patting my ass. Instead of becoming outraged, as he would have earlier in our marriage, Ted became aroused and took me to bed. He added to our foreplay fantasizing about what Edgar would like to do to me.
As my pregnancy increased, I could no longer bend over the washer, and our sex life decreased from 2-3 times a week to once a week, at most. Edgar once more showed up in the laundry room. He offered to reach the clothes out of the washer. I looked away as he fondled my panties.
"Can you feel your baby move yet?"
"Yes, sometimes."
"Do you mind?" he asked but felt my belly before I could answer. I wasn't feeling attractive, much less sexy, so I did not object.
Soon, even our lecherous landlord had lost interest. I felt fat and clumsy. I almost missed his attentions.
Our parents lived far away but helped some with money.
I gave birth to healthy 6 lb., 10 oz girl. One thing Ted liked about what pregnancy did to my figure was that it increased my breasts to D cups and made them especially sensual and erotic, all swollen with milk. He liked to push them together until milk oozed out, which he then licked up. When we resumed making love, he liked to squeeze them until my milk squirted into his mouth while he fucked me. I soon had my figure back and looked even more luscious with enlarged breasts.
However, we didn't get a lot of sleep, having to take turns getting up to tend a crying baby. Janet, seeing me looking tired, even bedraggled, offered to mind the baby while I took a nap. Edgar's interest in my body seemed to double.
"You look ravishing, Melanie! I love big tits! Pardon my French!"
I managed a thin smile and a quiet "Thank you."
Edgar became very concerned about the state of my milk-swollen breasts, asking me if they pained my shoulders or ached with repletion. I said I would have to resort to a breast pump. Edgar had a better idea. While Janet minded my baby and I lay down to rest, Edgar could relieve my breasts of some milk using lip-suction! I told him that would be too intimate. He added that he could pay me for my milk!
Edgar also revealed that he was an amateur photographer. He had a new digital SLR.
"I need a beautiful woman to model for me. Would you be interested? I could reduce your rent by say $50 a month, maybe $100, depending upon how good you are."
I felt that he meant how bad I could be.
"What kind of modeling would you want?"
"I'd pose you to show your beauty, in some of your attractive clothes."
"Whatever I choose?"
"I'd like to select items from your wardrobe."
"Hmm, I'll think about it."
When I told Ted about posing for a reduction of $50-$100 a month in our rent, he said,
"Why not?"
"I think he intends me to do sexy poses and eventually take at least some of my clothes off, the more the better for him!"
"Give your old admirer a thrill! You control how much you show. Make sure that we get copies of all photos, and insist upon masking your face, if you pose for any risqué shots."
"Do you really want me to display my body to another man?"
"As long as I see copies of the photos, you tell me the details, and we fuck afterwards! This could be fun for all of us!"
"What if he wants me to strip naked? What if he wants me to make lewd, naked poses, pretending to masturbate or something?"
"You wouldn't have the nerve to do that, honey! You can just refuse."
"What if he becomes aroused and exposes himself to me?"
"Instead of watching the birdie?" Ted laughed.
"Edgar said he could relieve me of my excess milk. He wants to milk me!"
"Wow!"
Ted exposed himself, took me to bed and did some milking of his own.
A few days later, it being spring, I was wearing a spring dress. It has a floral print, no sleeves, a hem several inches above my knees and a scoop neckline that revealed some of my swollen, bulging breasts. Edgar spotted me and said I'd make some beautiful pictures. I demurred that I had to mind the baby, but he said he could still photograph me about my apartment.
"Next month, you'll have 50 bucks off your rent!"
I sighed and admitted him into the apartment. He quickly photographed me standing: frontal, profile and rear views. Then, he asked me to sit on the sofa. Next, he asked me to cross my legs this way and that. He asked me to tuck my legs under me while I sat. He directed me to lie on my side at length. A cry from the baby summoned me. I picked her up from the crib.
"It's time for her feeding," I said.
"Good! I can get some beautiful maternal shots!"
My mouth dropped open. Then, I remembered Ted saying he'd seen women nursing in front of him, without embarrassment. In a bookstore, he even saw when a baby released the mother's nipple, exposing her entire breast with an extremely erect nipple to him as he purchased a book from her. He traveled with a woman friend nursing braless with just a pullover she lifted to expose both tits in front of him! I decided that I could do that and Ted would probably think it was sexy!
"Well, if you don't show my face."
"You can comb your hair over one side of your face, and I'll photograph you from that side."
"Bring my brush and comb from the bathroom. They're by the sink."
I brushed and combed my hair over the left side of my face, reminded of classic film star, Veronica Lake.
"This will be awkward. I'm not wearing a nursing bra, so I'll have to unzip my dress down the back and pull my bra off one breast."
"I'll help!"
He was an old hand at unzipping women's dresses and unfastening their bras, so he soon had me undone and my swollen D-cup tit exposed. My aureole was darkened and wrinkled; the nipple was wet. Edgar lay the baby in my arms. As I handled my breast to bring it into position, milk leaked out. Edgar gasped and snapped a picture.
Tessa found the nipple and began eagerly to suck. To the sensual, maternal pleasure was added an erotic one by the presence of my lustful photographer. He took close-ups and photos displaying the length of my figure. With Tessa in my lap, the hem of my skirt had moved halfway up my thighs. I noticed an increasing lump in Edgar's crotch. While Tessa brought release to my breast, Edgar brought tension to my pussy.
I needed to relieve my other breast, as well, or let Edgar do it! Tessa had fallen asleep and released my breast, which was now completely exposed with the nipple stretched an inch long! Edgar snapped pictures.
"I was going to switch breasts."
"Let me milk you! Please! I was a bottle-fed baby!"
"I shouldn't even be exposing my breasts to you!"
"It's a natural function!"
I thought that Rob would get a thrill if I told him I'd suckled my lustful admirer. I let him remove my bra, take my left breast in his hand, lick the nipple and begin sucking. He squeezed my breast to make it squirt milk into his greedy mouth. I felt ambivalent: repelled but erotic. He occupied his other hand feeling my thighs upward. I grabbed his wrist to stop him. Then, he moved his hand to grip my other breast, saying,
"Even, Steven!"
I gazed at the big bulge in the crotch of his pants, thinking of a line from Woody Allen: "Is sex dirty?" "It is, if you're doing it right!"
Sex would certainly be dirty with this dirty old man! I'd be the beauty and he the beast! After I felt that he'd sucked me sufficiently, I pushed at his shoulders.
