Chapter 1: Scenes From a Marriage

“Have a good day, Roger.”

I stood up from the breakfast table as Bailey’s voice called out to me. She was such a loving woman, shirtless while she nursed our year-old son Danny. I couldn’t help but gaze at her tits as I leaned in for a kiss before heading off to work. One nestled into his little face, the other’s nipple with little dots of milk and signs of a trickle on her belly. Danny was almost as obsessed with breasts as I was.

Our marriage had been going for three years now, and I was grateful for having the money to provide for my family, allowing Bailey to stay home and take care of our son. It wasn’t a perfect arrangement, but it was working for us, and I couldn’t ask for more.

Arriving at DE4T Industries, I parked my car in the mostly empty lot and headed towards the small office building next to the massive main building. Years ago, this place used to manufacture heavy parts for farm equipment, but now the machinery was gone. The building was just a warehouse for the parts that were now being made overseas. The offices were mostly empty now, with only three of us working there—myself, Elaine, and Emma Landers, who were sisters and roommates.

As the boss, I had a private office, but I preferred to work in the larger interior common room with Elaine and Emma. It made it easier for me to keep an eye on them, both for work-related matters and for ogling.

The Landers sisters always arrived before me and had the coffeemaker going by the time I got there. I’d hang my coat next to theirs and enjoy our daily morning hugs, taking in the feeling of their big breasts pressing against my chest and the occasional grope from Emma.

“Alright, alright, ladies. We have work to do! Let’s wait for lunch.”

Bailey’s pregnancy had been a surprise for both of us. After our honeymoon, I found myself losing interest in sex, and our encounters became less frequent. Bailey was self-conscious about her uneven breasts—an “A” cup on the left and a “B” on the right—but I always assured her that she was perfect just the way she was.

When Bailey became pregnant, it was a dream come true for both of us. However, the pregnancy was not without its challenges. Doctors diagnosed her with hyperemesis gravidarum, a severe form of morning sickness which left her unable to keep anything down. She was hospitalized for a week and put on strong medications. Afterwards, her body started to regain the weight she had lost on top of the appropriate weight gain from pregnancy.

By her eighth month, along with the big belly Bailey’s overall body had changed dramatically. Her breasts had swelled and evened out, and her nipples had darkened and thickened. I couldn’t help but be attracted to her, wanting to be sexual more often with her. We enjoyed sleeping together with renewed passion.

Suddenly, a few days after her due date Bailey was rushed into surgery. The doctors explained that our son’s placenta attached to the bottom of her uterus, making a regular delivery impossible. During an emergency C-section, the surgeons unexpectedly discovered more damage.

They removed her damaged womb. Danny would be our only child.

My heart ached for Bailey as she struggled with the conflicting emotions of loving our son and mourning the loss of her fertility. But we were determined to be the best parents we could be for Danny, and to support each other through the challenges that lay ahead.

“Lunchtime, ladies!”

I stood up and began undressing. Due to “security reasons,” the building’s door was kept locked. If someone from the warehouse needed something, they simply called or rang the doorbell.

“It’s Elaine’s turn, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll get ready.”

While she went to the closet to get the paper towels, Emma started undoing my pants. I was already stiffening in anticipation. After my cock disappeared into Emma’s mouth, Elaine returned and slipped out of her clothes. Elaine backed up within my reach for my customary bra unhooking.

Like her sister, her large breasts needed a lot of support. The wide band stretched across her back had four hooks to undo. As usual, I moved my hands forward and underneath each tit, weighing their masses.

“He’s ready, Elaine.”

Elaine carefully relaxed into a comfortable office chair and spread her legs wide for me. Both sisters were very similar, 27 and 29, with pale skin and curvy bodies. Their hair was the kind of blonde that included some light brown; their eyebrows and pubic hair were light brown as well. Their bodies had some thickness, with a little bit of belly. Unusual for women with this overall coloring, their eyes had dark brown irises.

As far as I was concerned, both sisters were just about perfect. It helped that they were so willing, even though they knew I was married to Bailey. When they first considered me as an intimate partner, the sisters discussed it openly.

“Are we really doing this, big sister?”

“I don’t see why not, Elaine. We’re just having fun, and it’s up to Roger if he steps out on his wife. And stop calling me ‘big.’ My belly is the same as yours. I’m older, not bigger!”

“I wasn’t talking about your belly; it’s your ginormous ass I was referring to!”

“Bitch!”

“Cunt!”

“Cock-gobbler!”

“Carpet muncher!”

“Good idea, Elaine, lie down for me.”

Obviously, the sisters were very close years after leaving home after high school. They’d lived together exclusively over the next decade, with brief interruptions during relationships that never quite worked out.

“The best part is that our sharing of Roger means there’s no jealousy between us, so long as he can get it up. Like even-numbered weekdays for Emma and odd-numbered days for me.”

“Yeah, odd days fit for you.”

“Shut up, Emmie.”

Friday evening, Bailey made a special effort for me. She made me my favorite dinner and cupcakes for dessert, then sent me to my recliner in the living room with little Danny for some play and cuddle time. She watched them from the sofa, enjoying the little domestic scene.

One thing she could depend on: I showed complete devotion to my baby son. I made faces and little cooing noises while playing with his tiny little hands. All four tiny fingers could wrap around my index finger and grip while I made tiny little swoops with his arm to test Danny’s grip.