Carmine's POV
I've waited hours for everyone to leave. Weddings. They are useless. I don't like them, but seeing the happiness on my wife's face is worth it. I knew it was time to cut the evening short when I saw her grabbing her stomach, so I made everyone go home.
My wife's health was more important than them getting free booze. I slip her out of her dress and spin her around, her round tits swollen. I can't wait until she leaks it. I hear a mother's milk is so sweet it's like sugar. And I want to try it.
"I couldn't fit into a bra. It was too uncomfortable."
"Good. It's one less thing for me to take off." I lie down on the bed and undress in front of her, loving her eyes as they glaze over to watch me.
She's so tiny, all baby belly. I love seeing her body change and adjust for me.
I rub my palms over her stomach, my cock aching and hard. I want nothing more than to slip inside her, but I'm feeling… soft.
