Three weeks later

It seem like déjà vu all over again, except they were at Tanya house this time. Two white sticks laid on the bathroom room counter as the girls waited for the results. It had been three weeks since the night at the hotel with their husbands. Joseph and Marcus had one thing on their minds that night and was to breed their wives again but by the right husband this time. Last time the girls had swapped husbands and got pregnant but this time the guys made sure they came in the right wife this time.

The two pregnancy tests sat side by side on the edge of the sink, their digital screens still blank. Anne's fingers trembled where they gripped the counter, her knuckles white against the marble. Tanya's breath came in shallow pants beside her, her dark eyes fixed unblinking on those damning little sticks.

A soft beep cut through the thick silence.

Anne flinched as the first result flashed—PREGNANT—in stark, accusing letters. Tanya’s gasp was sharp, her manicured nails digging into Anne’s bare hip as the second test followed suit, the same brutal verdict glowing back at them.

“ Shit I guess we pregnant again but this time by our husbands”

Anne’s throat went dry as she stared at the glowing word. “Fuck,” she whispered, her voice cracking. Tanya’s nails bit deeper into her skin as a shaky laugh escaped her lips.

“Shit,” Tanya breathed, her free hand drifting to her stomach. “Guess we really let them win that night.”

Anne turned her head just as Tanya did the same, their eyes locking—wide, unblinking. The air between them was thick with the scent of sex still clinging to their skin, mixed with the sterile tang of the bathroom. A bead of sweat slid down Tanya’s temple as her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

Yea I guess so but this time my Joe knocked me up instead of you the same goes for Marcus.

Anne’s lips curled into a smirk, her fingers trailing down Tanya’s sticky collarbone. “Guess Joe finally planted his seed where it belongs,” she purred, as Tanya’s dark nipples poke through her shirt.

Tanya’s breath hitched “Guess so,” she murmured, her voice husky, “and Marcus’ seed finally found its mark in me this time.” Her hips rolled slightly, the memory of Marcus pounding into her that night making her thighs clench.

Anne’s smirk deepened as she dragged her thumb over Tanya’s nipple, the hardened peak pebbling further under her touch. “Mmm, looks like we both got exactly what we wanted,” she breathed, leaning in until her lips hovered just above Tanya’s.

“ Yep I guess we were made to stay bred”

Tanya’s breath hitched as Anne’s lips finally closed the distance, capturing her mouth in a slow, filthy kiss—tongue sliding against hers, tasting the lingering salt of sweat and sex. Her fingers tangled in Anne’s hair, pulling her closer as their bellies brushed, heat pooling between them.

Anne broke the kiss with a wet gasp, her teeth grazing Tanya’s bottom lip. “Made to stay bred,” she murmured, dragging her palm down Tanya’s stomach, nails leaving faint red trails. “Look at us—both stuffed full, just like they wanted.”

Tanya shuddered, her thighs pressing together as arousal slicked her skin.

Tanya’s fingers tightened in Anne’s hair as she pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips, breath hot and unsteady. “Maybe this time you’ll be carrying Joseph’s twins in your belly like he did to me last time.” Her teeth grazed Anne’s lower lip, biting down just shy of pain.

Anne moaned, her hips jerking forward as the words sent a jolt through her—wetness slicking her thighs at the thought.

Anne’s fingers dug into Tanya’s hips as she gasped against her mouth, the slick heat between her thighs throbbing at the thought. “Yep,” she panted, dragging her tongue along Tanya’s jaw, “and maybe Marcus put a little boy in you like he did me last time.”

Tanya shuddered, her back arching as Anne’s teeth scraped her pulse point. “Fuck—” Her breath hitched when Anne’s hand slid between them, fingertips brushing the damp fabric of her panties. “You’re already so wet just thinking about it, aren’t you?” Anne murmured, pressing her palm firmly against Tanya’s clit through the soaked lace.

Tanya’s breath came in ragged gasps as Anne’s fingers pressed harder against her soaked panties. “Fuck yes, it makes me so wet,” she moaned, arching into the touch. The front of her shirt darkened as twin beads of milk seeped through the thin fabric, her swollen breasts still tender from her last pregnancy.

Anne pushes her fingers into Tanya’s panties as she puts two fingers into Tanya’s wet slit. Damn you’re soaking wet”

Tanya’s back arched off the counter with a sharp gasp, her thighs trembling as Anne’s fingers slid deep, curling just right—the slick heat of her clenching around them. A choked moan tore from her throat, her nails scraping against the marble as her hips jerked forward, desperate for more.

Anne smirked, her thumb pressing slow, filthy circles against Tanya’s clit while her fingers pumped harder, the obscene sound of wetness filling the bathroom.

Anne’s free hand hooked under Tanya’s thigh, shoving her up onto the marble counter with a grunt. The cold surface bit into Tanya’s bare chocolate skin as her legs fell open, the humid air of the bathroom hitting her damp, tangled curls. Anne’s breath hitched at the sight—that thick, dark bush glistening with arousal, the scent of her musk thick enough to taste.

“Fuck, look at you,” Anne growled, dragging her thumb through the slick mess between Tanya’s folds, spreading her wider. Tanya’s hips jerked, a whimper escaping her as Anne’s fingers circled her swollen clit, slow and deliberate.

Tanya’s fingers tangled in Anne’s hair, pulling her down with a desperate moan. “Oh yes, Anne—don’t stop—eat my pussy,” she gasped, arching her hips off the counter.

Anne groaned against her thigh, her hot breath ghosting over Tanya’s slick folds before her tongue finally dragged through them—slow and filthy, savoring the taste.

Anne’s tongue flicked faster against Tanya’s throbbing clit, her fingers curling deeper as Tanya’s thighs trembled around her head. “Oh God—Anne, I’m gonna—” Tanya’s back arched violently, her scream muffled by her own hand as her climax ripped through her. Hot slick gushed against Anne’s chin, dripping down her throat as Tanya’s pussy clenched around her fingers in relentless pulses.

Anne groaned, lapping hungrily at the flood, her own hips grinding against the edge of the counter as Tanya’s juices coated her lips, her tongue, her cheeks—the salty-sweet tang thick on her tongue.

Anne pulled back with a slick gasp, her lips glistening as she wiped Tanya’s arousal from her chin. "Alright, slut—my turn," she panted, her voice rough with need as she shoved her damp panties down her own thighs. The humid air clung to her flushed skin as she climbed onto the counter, straddling Tanya’s trembling legs.

Tanya’s hands immediately gripped Anne’s hips, her thumbs digging into the soft flesh as she leaned forward to lick a hot stripe up Anne’s dripping slit. Anne’s head fell back with a broken moan, her fingers knotting in Tanya’s curls as she ground down against her tongue.

Anne’s hands flew to her own swollen breasts, fingers pinching and rolling her stiff nipples as Tanya’s tongue plunged deeper, lapping at her dripping folds with hungry, open-mouthed strokes. A ragged moan tore from Anne’s throat as she arched, her thighs clamping around Tanya’s head, her hips grinding in desperate circles against that wicked tongue.

“Oh fuck—yes—just like that,” Anne gasped, her fingers twisting her nipples harder, the sharp pleasure-pain making her clench around Tanya’s mouth.

Tanya’s tongue dragged up Anne’s trembling thigh, teasing the crease where her leg met her soaked cunt before suddenly dipping lower—hot and wet against her tight, quivering asshole. Anne’s entire body jerked, a ragged scream tearing from her throat as Tanya’s tongue pressed in shallow, filthy circles against the sensitive rim.

“Oh fuck—fuck—” Anne’s nails scraped against the counter, her hips stuttering as Tanya’s tongue laved over her ass before plunging back down without warning, burying deep into her dripping pussy.

Anne’s thighs clamped like a vice around Tanya’s head as the first violent tremor ripped through her—a guttural, broken scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her. Her back arched off the counter, fingers yanking Tanya’s hair hard enough to sting as she ground her dripping cunt ruthlessly against that wicked tongue.

“Fuck—fuck—!” Anne’s hips jerked in erratic, desperate circles, her swollen clit dragging against Tanya’s lips with every twitch.

As the girls recover reality sets back in as the knowing they’re pregnant again for their husbands.

Anne’s body slumped forward, her sweaty forehead pressing against the bathroom mirror as the last tremors of her climax faded. Tanya’s tongue slowed to lazy strokes, lapping up the last sticky-sweet drops as Anne’s thighs finally relaxed their death-grip around her head. The humid air clung to their flushed skin, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the occasional drip of water from the showerhead.

Tanya pulled back with a wet gasp, her lips glistening, chin smeared with Anne’s arousal. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, chest still heaving, when suddenly the two pregnant tests sticks fall off the counter on to floor.

Anne’s breath hitched as the tests clattered against the tile. “Shit,” she panted, swiping a trembling hand through her damp hair. “I was just starting to get my pre-pregnancy body back.”

Tanya’s throaty laugh filled the steamy bathroom as she dragged her tongue over her swollen bottom lip, still glistening with Anne’s taste. “Damn me too,” she murmured, her fingers tracing the faint stretch marks along Anne’s hips—softer now, the curves fuller, ripe with the proof of what they’d just done.

Yea but we do look damn sexy when we are pregnant said Anne.