Babymoon
He groaned and squirmed as his wife’s hand stroked his painfully-erect cock with practiced skill. Both of them were panting in the humid air of the sauna, their deep breaths sending ripples through her massive breasts, which pressed against his torso and threatened to overwhelm him.
She moaned with delight at his struggles. “See, I told you this would be nice,” she murmured into his ear. “Work, the kids, the city… all of that goes away here. It’s just the two of us, together.”
She shifted her legs and ground herself against his leg. When was the last time they had cut loose like this? Three years ago, before their youngest had been born?
She rose up and shifted herself down his body, smiling deviously as his hips thrust weakly into the air, desperate from the loss of stimulation.
“Don’t worry sweetie, I’m coming right back…” He couldn’t tell if she was speaking to him or his penis, although he didn’t particularly care very much about the distinction at the moment. She lowered herself back onto him, wrapping her enormous breasts around his cock in the platonic ideal of a tit-fuck.
He groaned again and nearly came, but held back as she looked up at him, concerned. “You really are pent-up,” she said, frowning. “Is work really that hard on you these days?”
“It’s been so hectic,” he gasped out. “And we’ve been so busy with the kids, and you’ve had your job– nngh!” He clenched again as she started to squeeze her breasts and this time could not contain himself, spurting mightily deep within her cleavage.
“You’re still hard!” she cooed at him, feeling his dick come to a rest but still standing firmly erect between her massive boobs.
“You’re so beautiful,” he blurted out, aware that telling a woman that while she was dripping with semen – even his wife – was a little gauche. But she just smiled and started moving her breasts again.
“Oh, you’re earning this one, honey.”
Later, they were washed and showered and relaxing in their private cottage. His wife stood before the mirror and, without fanfare, pulled back her robe to reveal her titanic breasts. She carefully hefted one in her hands, then the other, pursing her lips and frowning slightly.
He stood and came up behind her. “What are you doing, honey?”
“They’re not too big, right?”
“This again?”
“I have the biggest boobs for two hundred miles in any direction, of course it’s ‘this again’.” She frowned. “I love them, and you certainly love them, but sometimes I wish they weren’t so damn huge.”
He drew his arms up under hers and took a breast in each hand – well, as much as he was able to, anyway. “I love you, unconditionally and without reservation. If your breasts were to vanish overnight, disappear without a trace, I would still love you every bit as much as I do now, and there’s nothing that can change that.”
She turned her head to look at him. “You flatterer.”
“But!”
“But?” her eyes narrowed.
“I know you love them as much as I do. You love how feminine they make you feel, how dominating they are, how good it feels when I do this–” and with that he grabbed and squeezed her bra-destroying tits, and was rewarded with her entire body bucking against his as an orgasm crashed into her body.
“Fuck!” She said, her nipples hardening and thrusting outward, her entire body a live wire as her husband roughly groped her.
“They’re as much a part of you as your face, your mind, your perfect you – and I love all of you, so-so-so much.” He thought that the romantic aspects of his little impromptu speech were somewhat undercut by the fact that his wife was shuddering in ecstasy in his hands, but whatever.
“Fuck me!” She dropped her arms and let her robe fall to the floor. “I need it!”
He smirked and kept up his massage. “I thought you said you were tired when we got out of the shower?”
“Not anymore, thanks to you.” She pushed him back and hopped onto the bed on all fours, spreading herself wide. “Now get that babymaker of your into me before I come over there and rip your pants off myself!
He was happy to oblige, his cock straining painfully in his pants.
As they ground against each other, his voice cut through her arousal. “When you said babymaker, did you mean it?” He was excited, she could hear, even more so than he normally was when they made love.
“Y-yes,” she found herself answering, surprising herself. “We always wanted to have a – uuhgh – a big family and, oh fuck, just fill me up!” She could feel him getting even harder within her, his thrusts growing more and more aggressive as she spoke. “Fuck a baby into me, honey! Make me big and round!”
“But–”
“I know I said I was done! I don’t care!” She grabbed her nipple and yanked it roughly, shuddering with pleasure. “And think how big my tits’ll get! If this is how big four kids made me, imagine a fifth!”
With a roar, he thrust forward and came, coating her insides with cum. They paused in that pose for a moment, his balls churning, and then both fell forward onto the bed, gasping for breath, his cock slipping out of her.
“Wow,” he said, finally, after a long silence.
“No kidding,” she said, rolling over and kissing him chastely. “If that didn’t knock me up, nothing would.”
Six months later, they were back at the cottage. He had indeed knocked her up that night – with babies number five and, in a surprise, six. Now they were enjoying their last quiet time together before they were born.
“Fuck me!”
Well, perhaps not quiet.
She lay on the floor, robe thrown open, fluids spraying everywhere. She’d started lactating early and was now a veritable fountain of lactic joy, her already massive breasts swelling even larger to feed her new progeny.
“Come fuck your big, fat, milky, pregnant, horny wife!” She called, rolling around in her robe. She’d been telling him she wanted to go at it as soon as they got there, as soon as they were alone, and not a moment later, and here she was, not even going as far as the bed.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” he mock-complained, pulling off his shorts.
“That’s the idea,” she teased, then reached down and spread herself, smiling as she squirted involuntarily. Something about this pregnancy had triggered that, and while it had been a surprise, she found it very arousing – which was a somewhat obvious feedback loop.
“I love you,” he said, sliding down, and then into her.
“I love you,” she replied, the two of them kissing tenderly.