Susan #85 - Special Occasion

Well then, from wholesomeness to lewdness... I'ma scoff this one off to hormones. ;)

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September 29, 2017 - (Two weeks after #84, 14 weeks into Susan's pregnancy)

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Nathan asked, holding her arms. His abdomen pressed against her breasts, but they both long accepted it was going to be a constant thing. Especially now that Susan had just reached her second trimester.

“W-well I’m here aren’t I? With all of the make-up...” Susan chuckled, looking away from Nathan’s smile. “Besides... we said yes and I don’t want to let my mother down. Not for such an important moment to her.”

“I know, I know. You uhm... you look absolutely gorgeous by the way.”

“Thanks... Mr. charmer.” Susan dragged him along to the entrance of the venue. They were welcomed by the staff, and offered to hang up their coats. The guy that took Susan’s coat was clearly uncertain in his shoes, being extremely careful not to overreach or bump into anything. The two thanked them and moved to another line that led to the large dining room.

“I think if he brushed against you, he would’ve fainted.”

She nudged him with her elbow. “That’s not very nice... As far as I can recall, you were exactly like that when we had our first date.”

Nathan grunted in response, his wife was spot-on as usual. He thought he had banished those awkward memories away. Susan winked at him.

“I suppose that does mean that nobody will really notice that you’re pregnant.”

“Ah that’s not true at all... It sticks out so much already, you saw my side profile, right?”

“Yees, that I did. And that I really, really liked. What I was getting at was that you’re just too busty for people to notice.”

Susan narrowed her eyes to a grinning Nathan. “I hate how right you’re probably are. For now anyway.”

It was finally their turn to move into the large room. Everywhere there were dining tables, to them it looked equally overloaded yet organized. It had to be, to house all of the guests for the special occasion. It was the celebration of her mom’s 25 years of service for the hospital. It was quite the celebration even for one person, but the primary funder insisted on making it a very special day.

Nathan pointed out where her father was sitting, and they gladly joined him at their table. They sat close to each other, with her father on the other side. Hugging was a bit too much for Susan, especially out in the open.

“I’m so glad you two could make it.”

“Oh yeah, of course.” Susan replied happily. “I wouldn’t want to miss this.”

“Well... when you were younger-”

“Argh, not you too! I’m a changed woman now, okay? W-well... for the most part anyway.”

“Of course, things have changed. For the better, I’d like to believe.” He leaned over to tap her on the back. “So. How have you been? How’s the baby treating you so far?”

“H-huh? I mean...” She glanced over at Nathan. He smiled, but she felt that it also dawned on him that they still had to tell them about the results of last week. The very same result that Nathan had trouble believing at first. And when it finally dawned on him, he almost fainted. “Yeah I mean, perfectly fine! The morning sickness is mostly gone so... a-all going well I guess!”

“That’s great then!”

“Mhmm! So...” Susan looked around the room. People were still trickling in and getting assigned to their respective tables. She figured now would be the best time to just get it out and over with.

“There is... actually something we’ve been wanting to tell you. It’s...-”

“Ohmygod I’m free, for but just a moment!” The woman of the hour, at least in Susan’s eyes, arrived extravagantly by standing right next to her sitting daughter. “I’m so glad you two are here.”

Susan started to freak out a bit, but kept it within her. She started to get up, before her mother gently but also firmly held her shoulder. “Don’t you move, young lady! Save your energy for the baby.”

“R-right...” Susan nodded despite her growing desire to bail this instant. She looked away from anyone at the table, hoping the sentence she started with had fallen to deaf ears.

“Come sit down Annika, I think Susan wanted to tell us something... right?”

“Oh!” With the vigor of a teenager she bounced onto her seat.

“A-ah.. uhm... I mean i-it can wait under after the ceremony... T-to keep your mind focused.”

“Oh don’t worry about that, I’m probably just going to say whatever comes up in my mind. So, spit it out!”

Susan took a long, deep sigh. She didn’t think this far ahead. Her hand was enveloped by Nathan’s, who held it softly to comfort her through this ride.

“First though... whatever I’m going to say... please don’t scream. I re-..really don’t want to make a big deal of it.”

Her mother immediately nodded to the point where those present doubted she had even heard the sentence. A dozen variations of sentences ran through her head, none that felt right. Probably because she still didn’t quite believe it herself.

Nathan straightened up in his chair and cleared his throat. His soft grip on her hand tightened. “We’re... expecting multiples.”

Despite the countless of groups talking over them, she could still hear her mother gasping. Both mother and father were stunned for several moments. Their eyes darting to the couple, then to their significant other.

Susan layered over her other hand on top of Nathan’s and clutched it firmly, anything to help lessen the feeling of her cheeks being on fire.

“M-m-multiples? How many?!”

“Well... The doctor themselves don’t know yet... They said it was very difficult to get a concrete number but... triplets a-at least.”

“Ohmygodohmygod, honey! We’re going to be grandparents to triplets! Three!” She held back her temper a bit as she noticed her husband putting a finger over his lip. That didn’t stop her from almost slamming on the table and leaning forwards.

“You can call us anytime to babysit the kids! I’d love to. Right honey?” She rubbed his shoulder. He very much realized it was going to be him and not his workaholic wife. Not that he would mind, in the slightest.

He cleared his throat. “A-anyway, that’s amazing news you two! You... you young folks sure like outdoing your elders, huh?”

Susan kept on blushing and nodded, Nathan tried to chuckle it off. It didn’t help to drive off the embarrassment they felt rushing through their body.

“Oooh I’m so going to pamper you! Lord knows you’ll need it. When I carried you, I was pretty much glued to the bed! I felt so huge.”

Those words gave some conflicting feelings to the expecting couple. Luckily their silence was interrupted by someone who approached Annika.

“Dr. Bronwyn? We need you backstage for the final preparations if that’s okay.”

“Right! Right, right.” She got up and waved. “I can’t wait to tell you all about it Susan. Anyway, see you bunch later!”

They waved her off, and what followed was a long period of silence. The mother was definitely the loudest of the bunch.

“Ignoring your mother for a second...” Susan’s father started. “If you two- or.. rather five... need any help, whatever it is. You can ask us, okay? Anything we can do to make it easier for you.”

Nathan put his arm around Susan “R-right. Thank you Richard, we will keep that in mind. I bet it won’t be long before we have to ask something of you... Right Susan?”

“Y-yes. Thanks dad...” She nodded, brought her finger across her eye to see some of the makeup on it. Slipping her hand loose from Nathan, Susan got up from her chair. Nathan stood up alongside her, but she declined his helping hand.

“I have to go for the bathroom for a moment...” She took off without waiting for a reply of either of the men. They both figured it was a little too much for her and that she needed a bit of a break.

That break lasted rather long, perhaps too long. The ceremony was about to start and there was no sight of Susan. Finally Nathan felt his phone buzzing, he took it out and read the message that was sent to him. “Looks... like Susan might need my help? She’s asking if I can come, so I’ll go and check on her.”

Nathan excused himself from the table and made his way through the bathrooms. This particular establishment had no gender-based rooms, but instead several self-sufficient rooms with a toilet, mirror and sink. He’d be hard-pressed to find a spec of dust, it was well kept. After calling for her name, he quickly knew which door to open.

He looked onto Susan, seeing an expression he expected only in their bedroom. She was biting her lips with a sultry gaze. Before he was able to put the pieces together, Nathan felt himself getting tugged into the stall. With that very same motion, she pushed him against the wall while pinning him down with her breasts.

Her hand crawled up to his neck to undo his tie, while her other reached over to the door to lock it. Nathan was stunned in place, who was this woman and what had she done to Susan?

“He-he-hey Susan...!” Reaching for her arms, he tried to contain them but she managed to slip free from his grasp. Going right back to undoing his tie, before tossing it aside.

He witnessed his poor tie getting partially soaked in the toilet water, much to his relief she did flush the toilet. Or did she not even use it? “What’s going on with you?!”

Susan breathed in heavily down his neck, hellbent on taking his clothes off. Yet she humored him. “Don’t you want to fuck your pregnant wife? Feel up her ginormous breasts as they fill up with milk? Mhmm?” She nibbled on his ear to finish it off.

Having made love together for so many times, she knew exactly what boxes to tick. And Susan was getting dangerously close to ticking off all of them. Nathan felt the blood rushing away from his brain, he wasn’t sure how long he could hold on yet. The last part of his responsible self muttered:

“B-but the event... your-” His poor attempt at convincing her was interrupted by their lips meeting. The force of her breasts pushing up against his chest made sure he couldn’t speak afterwards for a moment either.

“Ssshh... Shut up and feel this mommy-to-be, before I grow too big to be embraced~”

With an deep exhale he thrusted back, reversing the roles. His hands slipped to the back of her dress and forcefully pulled down on the zipper. She laughed, kissing him on the neck while giving him ample room to work with. She extended her arms so that the shoulder portion was loose. Another tug and her bountiful mounds were on full display.

“What are you waiting for? These aren’t going to milk themse- Eep!” Susan attempted to tease, but Nathan was already fully entranced. His hands had already slipped underneath the cup and grabbed as much boob as he could with one hand. Fully releasing them was a two-man job, while their lips were in constant contact with one another. Only stopping to gasp air.

“Now... you’ve.... done it.” He said between kisses while grinding against her body. Each thrust or fondle released a volley of milk across the narrow room. Neither of them cared of the mess it would make. It wasn’t long before he felt a hand feel up on his crotch, grasping for the strained zipper. Nathan took a moment from aggressive boob-fondling to help Susan unleash his member, it was getting increasingly present and he didn’t want to ruin his favorite underwear.

Once free, it slapped against Susan’s belly, there was some give against its softness, but at fourteen weeks in it definitely started to become more firm. Her hand reached out to stroke it while all other hands were still busy trying to fondle her heavy breasts. As much as Nathan had been working out, he was still no match against them.

Nathan started to feel lightheaded, they were so caught up in the moment. He took one to step back and breathed deeply. Gazing down the cleavage of his wife, admiring the breasts the size of a toddler. The milk had stopped down to a dribble, clearly someone hadn’t done their milking. Part of him wondered if she had planned this from the start, but the other part was just too horny to care.

Their eyes connected once more. Without uttering a single word, they knew exactly what the other wanted. He reached over for her legs and wrapped them around his hips. He maneuvered his member under the skirt of the dress, to find its wet destination. Susan gasped loudly as Nathan entered her further and further.

He held tight onto her hips while she embraced him closely, each thrust shuddering through their bodies, quivering down her breasts. Most of it was squished between their bodies, but the boob that was hanging loose wobbled like a water balloon.

“Mhhpff! Har-harder!” Susan commanded him. To her surprise she felt herself slide up against the wall as Nathan mustered up unfound strength to give her a proper pounding. Her exhales were loud and long, trembling with each thrust.

Susan dug her finger deep into her husband’s back as she felt an orgasm coming up. She wasn’t one to loudly evocative herself upon climaxing, but today seemed to be an exception to that rule. A loud yelp echoed through the room before she muted herself by planting her face into his chest. Nathan’s penis was locked tight inside, and as if they were having a competition, one that he had to win, Nathan came shortly after she did.

In the waking aftermath, once their senses had mostly returned, the two rushed to put on their clothes again. Under the bright light the blotches on Nathan’s clothes were clear as day, while Susan’s black dress was nearly unnoticeable. Fortunately Nathan did have a darker-toned vest that did an okay job of hiding how much of Susan’s milk had been expressed on it.

Once the heard the noise outside the room pick up, signaling the start of the event, they rushed back while hoping for the best. Both of their hearts were relieved as soon as they saw all but the lights on the stage dimmed.

“Just in time you two!” Her father said laughing. “What took you so long?”

“U-Uhm well... it’s a bit...” Susan started, then Nathan jumped in. “She didn’t feel s-so good! Yea-yeah, Susan got a bit lightheaded, is all.”

“Uh... Oookay.” Her father didn’t seem like he was buying it. “Some food should make you feel better, mhm?”

They both allowed themselves to relax, they didn’t get caught. Relieved of this fact, they held each other’s hand over the table. It was only then that both of them noticed Susan’s hand was still slightly wet. Neither of them knew exactly what kind of liquid it was. They both smirked, and leaned in for a kiss, before setting their eyes onto the stage.