Dr. Stud

“You don’t have to disconnect the call just for us,” Brock purrs, leaning on the back of my chair and running his lips along the side of my neck until goosebumps shoot down my arm.

“Yeah, we would’ve let her watch, even,” Trey adds as he nips at my bare shoulder.

I lean back and stretch luxuriously, letting them lavish with me with attention for a few moments before I answer.

“No, it would make her head explode, and we wouldn’t want to be exploding the head of a pregnant woman.”

“Oh, she’s pregnant?” Brock asks as his fingers trap my nipple, squeezing gently. A tiny, pale yellow drop of liquid oozes from the tip, then instantly vanishes.

“We should try to get you pregnant again as soon as possible so you guys can go through it at the same time.

“That’s what she said!” I object irritably. “But can we please just try to focus on one baby at a time?”

“Whatever you desire, princess. Are you feeling up to this today? Do you want to head for the pool?”

“Oh my God, you read my mind,” I moan as my nipple hardens dramatically. That didn’t used to feel this good, but now it’s amazing.

“You want me to carry you?”

I open one eye and squint at Trey. “It’s very dangerous to mess with me right now, did you know that? I mean, I am a highly volatile substance.”

Brock raises his eyebrows suggestively. “Do you mean that you could just go off? At any second? Without any provocation?"

I gasp as Trey tweaks my other nipple. Secretly I wonder if they’re trying to train me for nursing. I’ve heard that some mothers have a hard time with nipple irritation. Maybe they’re trying to toughen me up.

“I’m afraid he would hurt himself. If you were Sully, I would say yes.”

“Ouch,” Trey pouts. “Well, get your ass in gear and let’s go. I’ve got a woman I have to please! And she is very pregnant and very cranky, so I don’t expect it to be a cakewalk!”

“Oh my God… cake. We can have cake afterward? Please? Strawberries! Chocolate?”

Brock whips his cell phone out, instantly going all business as Trey holds his hands out to me to help me to standing. We head out into the hallway and down the private elevator to our private spa. It didn’t used to be a private spa; it was part of the public areas until they closed it off for our private use.

I love all the little, detailed ways that they make me feel special, in addition to the extravagant gestures. They all interlock to paint a picture of a real dream come true.

“Okay, cake will be here—ladyfingers with strawberries and chocolate.”

“Oh my God, that sounds better than sex.”

“Let me see if I can make the sex comparable, okay?” Trey sighs, opening my dress at what’s left of my waist. “At least let me take a shot at it.”

Since I’ve gotten really big, they’ve all done their best to accommodate my limited mobility. I can’t touch my toes. As a matter of fact, I haven’t even seen them in kind of a while. The woman who does my pedicure says they still look nice. I haven’t been able to trim my bush or anything, and I feel a little different down there. Kind of swollen. I guess my pussy lips got bigger, but the guys all seem to adore every strange and unpredictable inch of me. Even all the crazy noises my stomach makes and the midnight cravings for ice cream and green olives have been met with unquestioning loyalty from my husbands.

“Come this way, Bunny,” Brock suggests, tugging me by my hand toward a plush bench.

I sit on it, relieved to feel how the microfiber gel forms to my ass and lower back immediately. It feels amazing, and tension flows out of my lower spine.

“Oh, yeahhhhhhhh,” I sigh. “How did you know my back’s been bothering me? This is great!”

“Oh, we have a connection at the manufacturer. This is a prototype of a brand-new invention. It has several interesting uses, can you spread your knees for me?”

Dutifully, I open my knees, and Brock unties my panties at the side. It’s another new design. Now when I go to Agnes, I just ask her to make me panties with side closures. It’s working out much better.

His eyes widen as he stares at my pussy. I wish I could see it, but I also like watching him look at it.

“God, you’re beautiful!” he moans. As though overwhelmed with hunger, he dives between my legs, licking my pussy enthusiastically. He makes so much noise, it sounds like he hasn’t eaten food in days.

The cushion shifts as Trey sits behind me, straddling his legs around mine. I can feel his hard cock against the small of my back, and frankly, the counter pressure is magical.