And then it’s time for the wedding. We planned something easygoing and low stress, renting out part of the local park. It’s wonderful to see all our families back together again, now with Bree’s mother and sister added to the mix. They’re a little overwhelmed by all the satyrs in attendance—and those satyrs’ overflowing, polyamorous affections—but it’s a fun party overall.
And the best part? I get to declare my undying love for Bree and finally make her ours.
Jack
There’s really no point in getting a fancy hotel room after the wedding. None of the rooms have beds as big as ours at home, anyway. So after everyone has partied and wished us well and heaped unnecessary gifts upon us, Bree drives us home because Arthur, Bennett, and I are all sloshed. Of course, we’re extra handsy when we get out of the car and head inside. Bree laughs as I pick her up, pregnant belly and all, and carry her into the bedroom. I’m a little out of breath when I finally get her onto the bed, but just seeing her like that, full with our fawns and done up in her pretty white dress, revives me instantly.
“I’m taking this off,” I say as I kneel behind her, already attacking the dozens of buttons keeping the dress on.
“Be careful. This was an expensive dress.”
“Oh?” asks Bennett, flopping down on the bed beside her and slinging an arm over her lap. “Do you think you’re going to need it again?”
While Bree splutters, I undo the rest of the buttons. Then she stands so we can take it off her, and Arthur helps me hang it in the closet.
Then our wife is bared to us, her big tits even bigger now, pink lines spidering across her swollen belly, and I love her more than I can bear.
We worship her all night, the three of us. I use her pussy while Bennett takes her ass, and as she rides us in our laps, she brings Arthur’s cock into her mouth. We don’t let up even when she begs, saying she can’t orgasm anymore, until it’s the wee hours of the morning. Then I watch my husbands and wife sleep, wondering how I ended up with everything I could have ever wanted.
Finally, the house is ours. We have all the space we need here for our growing family, and the possibilities seem limitless.
Arthur doesn’t go back to teaching that fall, opting instead to work on the new house and get the fawns’ nursery ready for them. The bigger Bree gets, the harder it is for her to do day-to-day things, and I’m glad he can stay home with her to help out.
Her streams, since she got pregnant, have attracted a whole new crowd. That is, until she’s so big that mostly all she needs is to lie down. The doctor assures us the fawns’ growth is proceeding normally and recommends lots of rest.
“They’ll most certainly come early,” she warns us. “That’s how it goes with twins.”
Still, I worry about Bree and the fawns each day when I’m away at work. I leave the office as soon as I can in the evenings, eager to see my family again, to have dinner with them and watch television with them and fall asleep next to them every night. My life is wonderful and full, and though I know things will change when the twins come, we’re ready and our hearts are open and waiting.
Unfortunately, the winter is long for Bree, who is soon put on bed rest until the birth. She’s miserable, though we do our best to keep her company. Her belly has swelled to a nearly impossible size, and I simply hope that everything goes as planned and we don’t have to induce labor.
“Fuck,” Bree says one day as we lie on the couch together, spooning and watching television. She sits up, clearly agitated.
“What is it?”
She turns to show me, and her shirt is wet around her nipples. “They’re leaking!”
I think back to some of the pregnancy books I’ve been reading, and a lightbulb goes off in my head.
“Early lactation. I think it means the fawns are coming soon.” It’s not common, but it does happen.
“Thank goodness,” she says with a deep sigh. “I just want to be able to walk around again. And see my feet. And stop peeing constantly.”
We’ve attracted Arthur and Bennett’s attention, and Arthur is most curious about this new development.
“Does it… hurt?” he asks, brushing a hand over her nipple.
“No, I wouldn’t say that.” Her eyes close as he does it again. “As long as you’re gentle, it feels good.”
Arthur’s mouth curves into a wicked smile. I think I know what’s on his mischievous little mind, and I’m all in.
“So you’re going to feed the fawns with these, hmm?” he asks, lifting up her shirt to expose her big breasts to us. I take the hem in my hands as Bree raises her arms and I pull it off.
Bree lets out a sharp breath as Arthur leans down to lick just the tip of her nipple. A bead of white milk spills out, and suddenly all I want is to taste it.
Wow. That’s an odd urge.
Arthur beats me to it, lapping it right up as it appears. He gently cups her other breast in his palm, taking the weight off her shoulders. Bree gasps again as he takes her nipple into his mouth and sucks.
