Morgan tortures you...

Morgan stepped out side, and began to laugh, she tried to put her hands over her mouth to stop the erupting laughter, but the scene had been to much. Her husband had actually put the milker around his cock. She picked up her cellphone and dialed Bill, who was working at one of his part-time bullshit jobs.

"You are NOT gonna believe what happened," Morgan told the story, as she opened the door and walked back in, trying to catch her composure. "Yeah," she said as she spoke with Bill, "he's still locked to it, I think its stuck or something." Morgan attempted to pull the hose that connected to the "suction cups" or whatever. It caused her husband to blush, and shift in his seat, he was looking down the whole time, face beat red. "It's hilarious," she stated, "Here....I'll take a pic." She flipped her phone around.

"Morgan," her husband pleaded, "wait, don't do that, please!" He held his hands up, and waved them back and forth, signifying he didn't want to be filmed or photographed.

His wife couldn't care less, as she snapped shot after shot from various angles. She sent them in texts to Bill. His laughter could be heard all the way through the phone. "You made your little perverted bed honey, now you're going to lie in it!" She giggled. Bill asked what he had hooked up the other end too, and Morgan walked over and saw that the attachment was simply on the floor. Her eyes went wide. "YOU STUPID FUCKING SHIT!" She yelled looking down at the mess on the carpet. "I gotta go, his weak STUFF is all over the floor. He's lucky his shit is so weak and thin!" She hung the phone up, and turned to her husband. "So you couldn't even hook a bucket up or something. You are GOING to clean this all up, before Bill gets home, or he's gonna be pissed. No one wants to see your pathetic cum on the floor staining the rug."

"Hon...I'm REALLY sorry," her husband pleaded, "please forgive me, and help me get outta this thing! I didn't know how strong it was!"

She looked at the device, "First of all, there better be more of those suction cup things, cause I'm not putting the one that's touched your dick on my tits," she added, cupping her now engorged pregnant mammaries. She was basically in the itty bitty titty committee before the pregnancy, but now she had "C" cups, and they were filled. "Maybe Janelle will use those ones, I don't know," She perused the machine.

"Please," he pleaded again, "just help me get it off, and get the manual or something." He pointed to the table with the open box and paperwork.

She shook her head, and walked over to the table. "You just couldn't wait, huh? Needed a BJ that fucking bad you got one from the machine. If you weren't such a pervert, maybe I'd let Janelle give you one." She passed the table and went over to the kitchen, and walked into the back room, where the cleaning supplies, and washer and dryer were. A moment later, she came out with a bucket and put the unconnected hose facing down into the bucket. She walked back over to the couch. "So how does this thing work," she asked her husband. She grabbed his hands, and pulled them to her huge pregnant tits, and then crushed her lips on his. Her tongue swirled around his mouth, and she felt his hands squeeze her tits, it was their first kiss basically since the wedding, and the first time he had gotten to feel her now milk filled fun bags. Morgan heard the machine come to life, and felt her husband grunt and groan, a sucking noise followed, finished by almost clear white liquid rushing through the tube and into the bucket with a light splash.

Morgan almost fell over with laughter. "That was easy! Was that fun?"

Her husband was begging now, "It's nice, but please take it off!"

A wide devilish smile cut across her face, "Oh..come on, we may be married, but clearly you have a new girlfriend here! Don't you want to get to know her!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Her husband sighed, his cock aching now. He felt her hands grab for his again, and hold them to her fat pregnant extended stomach.

"Hon..." she cooed, whispering in his ear, "Have you eve felt my belly," she goaded him. "That's you asshole friend's kid in their, he knocked me the FUCK up!" She felt his hands squeeze her stomach, and watched his eyes roll as the machine went back to work, it must have taken more suction this time because the noise was louder, and it took longer to "milk" her husband. The splash in the bucket was even softer. This was getting fun, she thought. She walked over to the fridge and got a water out for herself, and took a sip. She then poured the water onto her white blouse, soaking the material, and showing off her nice cleavage, covered in a black bra. "Hon," she said sitting down next to him, with a look of doe eyes on her face, she sipped the water again, and pushed her breasts together, his eyes locked, the machine came to life. "Hon, I have to come clean with you!" She had to talk louder over the machine, "You know those times when Bill would be over years ago, and you'd run out of beer or cigarettes, or you needed food. And I'd tell you Bill was too drunk, go do it yourself!" Her husband's eyes perked up, and the machine grew louder. The sucking motion grew more intense as if anticipating something. "And you'd come home, and I'd be reading or something, then later you'd ask if Bill "tried anything" while you were gone, like he always used to. And it would make you jealous" Her husband nodded. "Well," Morgan continued, "He'd didn't need to "try" and get in my pants. He just did. He'd get pussy basically everytime I saw him!" She made a mocking motion with her phone, "Honey....can you go to the store in the next town and get my lotion....thanks." The machine began to drown her out it was so loud. "I'D BE FUCKING HIS BRAINS OUT!" She shouted, and a loud "whoosh" was heard as a torrent of white foamy discharge surged through the machine with a louder "splat" into the bucket.

Morgan stood up, and put her hands over her breasts, covering them from his view. "You make me laugh so much honey, you little perv!" She walked towards the bathroom. "I don't even have to touch you to make you splooge all over the place. At least now it's not so messy. This machine might be REALLY convenient.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To take a shower, and shave my legs and pussy for Bill! You can watch if you want," she called back. "You'll have to move and bring you're new best friend though."