They find out what they are having

It had been about a month since that night Anne and Tanya husband’s bred them and they found out they were pregnant. Now they both wait in the waiting room of their doctors office to see what they where having this time.

Anne hope she was having twin girls just like Tanya had with her first pregnancy by her husband Joesph. Tanya was hoping for a boy just like Anne had had with her first pregnancy from Tanya’s husband Marcus. The couple’s had swapped partners one night and both, Girls end up pregnant by each other’s husbands. But this time around they were pregnant by their own husbands. Joesph had knocked up Anne and Marcus did the same to Tanya.

Anne fidgeted in her seat, her hands resting on her swollen belly as the nurse finally called her name. Tanya squeezed her hand excitedly as they both stood, waddling side by side into the ultrasound room. The cold gel made Anne gasp as the wand pressed against her skin, the grainy screen flickering to life. "Well, there's no mistaking those two little heads," the doctor chuckled, pointing at the identical blips dancing on the monitor. Anne squealed - twin girls, just like she'd hoped! Tanya's scan came next, her breath hitching when the doctor grinned. "That's definitely a boy in there," he confirmed, tapping the obvious bulge on the screen.

Anne’s plump fingers trembled as she wiped the gel from her rounded belly, her flushed cheeks dimpling with an overwhelmed smile. Twin girls—just like she’d dreamed! Her thick thighs pressed together excitedly beneath the papery gown, the weight of her pregnancy suddenly feeling even more precious. Beside her, Tanya let out a throaty laugh, her dark, curvy frame shifting on the exam table as she craned to see the ultrasound screen one last time. “A little Marcus Jr. in here,” she purred, rubbing her own swollen abdomen where the baby boy kicked in response. The nurse chuckled while handing them printed sonogram photos, the ink still warm.

Anne giggled, her plush hips swaying as she tugged her sundress back over her damp belly, the fabric clinging to her pregnancy-swollen curves. "You know the guys will probably keep us pregnant from now on," she murmured, watching Tanya's dark eyes flash with knowing amusement as they stepped into the hallway. Tanya's full lips curved into a smirk as she adjusted her own stretchy maternity top, the cotton straining over her rounded middle where Marcus' son pressed insistently against the fabric. "Oh honey," she purred, fingers brushing Anne's flushed wrist as their swollen bellies nearly touched in the narrow corridor, "they haven't let us stop being pregnant since the first swap."

Anne giggled breathlessly, her plush hips swaying as she leaned closer to Tanya in the clinic hallway, her sundress riding up over her thick thighs. "I know right?" she murmured, biting her swollen lower lip. "Maybe next time we can swap again—I see how Joesph likes your fat round ass and the way you suck his cock." Her fingers absentmindedly traced the curve of her own taut belly where Joesph’s twins stirred beneath her damp dress.

Tanya threw her head back with a throaty laugh, her full breasts jiggling beneath her stretched maternity top as she braced a hand against the wall.

Tanya’s smirk deepened as she leaned in, her warm breath tickling Anne’s ear. “And my Marcus loves your huge white titties,” she purred, her fingers teasing the hem of Anne’s sundress, “and that tight little pussy of yours—swear he still growls like an animal when he talks about how you clenched around him.”

Anne shivered, her swollen nipples pebbling beneath the thin fabric as her thighs squeezed together, arousal slick between them.

Anne gasped as Tanya’s fingers slid higher up her thigh, the clinic’s fluorescent lights flickering above them. “Damn girl, we are bad,” she panted, her hips rocking slightly against the wall as Tanya’s nails dug into her soft flesh. The scent of their arousal mixed with the sterile hospital air, Anne’s sundress now rucked up around her waist, exposing the damp lace of her panties.

Anne whimpered as Tanya’s fingers brushed over the straining lace of her bra, her swollen breasts aching beneath the fabric. “God, look at these milk-heavy tits,” Tanya murmured, kneading the plush flesh until a bead of moisture darkened the sundress. Anne arched into the touch, her nipples throbbing—already leaking at just the thought of Joesph’s mouth on her later. Tanya’s own full breasts strained against her top, damp patches spreading as she ground her hips against Anne’s thigh. “Fuck, Marcus loves sucking me dry when I’m like this,” she panted, her voice thick as their swollen bellies pressed together in the narrow hallway.

Anne moaned, her plush thighs trembling as Tanya’s fingers traced the soaked lace between her legs. "I know girl, my pussy stay wet all the time when I’m pregnant," she gasped, grinding against the wall. "Joesph likes to lick me dry—sucks on my clit till my legs shake."

Tanya’s breath hitched as she pressed closer, her swollen belly bumping against Anne’s. "Marcus does the same," she purred, rolling her hips, "licks me clean then shoves his fat cock right back in—can’t get enough of this fertile pussy."

Anne’s breath hitched as Tanya’s fingers hooked into her soaked panties, the lace snapping against her plush thighs. “Fuck, girl—right here?” she gasped, her swollen belly quivering as Tanya’s other hand palmed her leaking tit through the sundress. The clinic’s hum of distant voices only made her wetter, her hips bucking when Tanya’s thumb found her throbbing clit. “Joesph gonna love seeing his cum glazed all over this fat belly,” Tanya purred, her own arousal dripping down her thighs as she ground against Anne’s leg.

Anne whimpered as Tanya’s fingers slid beneath her soaked panties, the lace clinging to her swollen folds before snapping aside. The clinic’s sterile air did nothing to cool the heat between them—Tanya’s thick thigh pressed between Anne’s plush legs as her fingers circled that aching, swollen clit. “Goddamn, you’re dripping,” Tanya growled, her own breath ragged as her free hand squeezed Anne’s leaking tit, the sundress now transparent where milk beaded at the nipple. Anne’s back arched off the wall, her round belly quivering as pleasure coiled tight—until the sudden creak of a door down the hallway made them freeze.