The light was blinking on the answering machine. Joe sat down at his desk, took a another sip of coffee, and pressed play. The woman explained she was interested in marking a gift for her husband. She had been referred to Joe by a friend. She sounded a little shy, and not entirely sure if she should be leaving any specific details in a voice message. This was common. Joe would learn more after the two of them had talked in person. The important part was she had made the initial effort to contact him. He looked forward to meeting her. She sounded delightful, in a shy and naughty sort of way. She said her name was Sarah.

Joe ran his own business. Years ago he had a few employees, but over the past ten years technology had changed, the market had shrunk, and he was just barely able to make ends meet working by himself. He had started doing photography in a time when family portraits, graduation photos, and Christmas cards had all required a professional photographer with equipment and experience. The mobile digital revolution had all but wiped out his livelihood. He had managed to switch to a digital camera, and bought a small computer for touch ups, but it was too little too late. Society had simply moved on, and had left Joe behind.

Then one day he had an unusual request to shoot some “boudoir photos” for a woman who most anyone would have referred to as a trophy wife. She wanted to surprise her husband with large framed photo of herself in lingerie. Joe had gone to her house and done the photo shoot in the woman's bedroom. She resembled a Barbie doll, both inside and out, and wanted the most cliche of a pose for the portrait. Joe was able to give her exactly what she wanted. The photo was printed out as large as a movie poster, and the woman had it framed in a god awful gold and frilly frame. He had quoted her a slightly lower fee than usual, partly because he didn't want to miss the opportunity to see her wearing next to nothing, and partly because this was somewhat new territory for him. He promised to maintain her confidentiality, and never do anything with the set of pictures he took unless she came back to him in the future and requested more prints. In fact, he had simply put that memory card directly in the safe with the woman's first name only written on it, and then he bought a replacement card for his camera.

This was not a line of work that Joe was comfortable advertising in public, but he had asked the woman that if she liked the finished product to please refer him to any of her like minded friends. That had turned out to be the best move he had ever made. Ever since that day a steadily growing collection of women had sought him out for private, sexy photo shoots. His business was doing very well now, and he had chosen not to hire back any help. Instead he kept the service personal, promised complete discretion to his clients, and focused his attention on delivering them the perfect product. This formula had produced a long line of very happy customers and he saw no end in sight.

Joe called Sarah back and they talked for half an hour. He explained a variety of options for the photo shoot, carefully easing her into the idea, and tailoring the plan to fit her comfort level. Sarah told him that she was 9 months pregnant, and every time her husband came home he asked her if she just spent her day becoming even more beautiful. This husband clearly adored his wife, and they both were enjoying her pregnancy. Sarah wanted to make a little book documenting her average day at home, and all the things she supposedly does to “become even more beautiful than the day before.”

The husband was going to be away on a business trip for a few days, so Joe made a plan to go to Sarah's house in the morning, and stay the whole day with her. This was going to be a little more extensive than his usual effort, but Sarah was more that willing to pay him extra for the project.

The next morning joe went to Sarah’s house. She opened the door wearing a bathrobe and slippers. The bathrobe barely closed in front around her tummy, and she stood leaning slightly back to maintain her balance.

“Hi, I'm Joe.” Joe introduced himself.

“Sarah”, she replied, extending her hand. “Please come in.”

Sarah led him into the living room.

“I'm so excited, and a little nervous to be doing this.” She explained. “I've never done anything like this, and I can't wait to see the look on my husband’s face when he first sees the pictures.”

“I completely understand. I want you to know you are in charge here. You choose what we do today. I'll show you all the pictures we take, and you can decide which ones to keep and which ones to delete. I want you to feel comfortable and in control at all times. In my experience, if you are enjoying yourself, it will show in the pictures and give you the best results”

Sarah smiled and relaxed a little. Joe’s demeanour was calm and friendly. He was averagely handsome, and looked directly at her when he spoke. His eyes were kind and honest, and Sarah felt safe inviting him into her home.

They agreed to start with some pictures of Sarah waking up in bed while the morning sun was shining in. She lead the way to the bedroom.

Sarah sat on the side of the bed while Joe put his camera bag down next to the closet. He assembled his preferred lens to the camera body, snapped a few pictures of the floor to make sure everything was ready to go, and then turned to face Sarah.

Sarah was already under the covers stretching out. Joe noticed her bathrobe and slippers were on the floor, so he was not entirely sure what she was currently wearing in bed.

“While this is probably not how you start most days, the more you can relax the better it will turn out..” Joe took a few pictures of the light and shadow playing over the bed quilt and the white top sheet poking out around the edges.

Sarah was lying on her side to better support her tummy, but her shoulders turned flat and her arms stretched up over the pillows towards the headboard.

“Slow gentle movements are best. It lets me capture you in action, moving, doing you own thing. We won't do many still posed shots, just lots of capturing you in natural motion.”

Sarah followed Joe’s recommendation and kept her limbs slowly moving as she pretended to wake up.

“A slight smile on your face at all times will look great for the book. It makes you look happy and healthy. When you do look at me, or at the camera, think of looking directly into your husband's eyes. A little sexy smirk can go along way. Imagine an innocent smile with an air of naughty.”

Joe was impressed with how well Sarah took these suggestions. He was enjoying photographing her skin as it emerged from the sheets. Her arms were nicely toned, and the curves that connected her biceps down thru her armpit to her bare side were beautiful.

Sarah straightened out her left leg and pointed her toes. This slowly pulled the bed sheet taught, and the top edge slid down her chest, completely exposing her round, full breasts. Sarah didn't even so much as flinch. Joe continued to snap away, not wanting to interrupt her stretching routine.

Sara's areola were large, and a deep reddish brown. He nipples also looked thicker than average. Joe was aware of these natural changes, but had never seen such an incredible example up close. Overall her breasts looked swollen, probably full of milk, ready to nurse.

After raising a knee and extending her other foot, Sarah managed to get the top edge of the sheet down to her waist. Her round tummy sat heavy to one side, and her belly button protruded out ever so slightly.

Joe moved around the bed, taking pictures from many angles. He tried to get a mixture of both artistic shots as well as out right sexy intimate ones. Not until the session was over would he know what the client really wanted, and he tried to make sure all options remained available by shooting some of each.

Sarah eventually slid her feet out from under the sheet and turned to sit on the side of the bed. Joe guessed that her once B-cup breasts had now reached a size D, and they gently rested on the top of her swollen belly. Her belly in turn rested on the top of her thighs, hiding her pubic area from view.

Sarah took a light gray t-shirt that had been draped over the headboard, and proceeded to pull it on. The fabric was very stretchy, and as Joe soon realized, rather thin too. She pulled the shirt down as she stood up, and it just barely covered her crotch. The bumps of her belly button and her nipples clearly poked against the cloth, while the dark halos of her areola were easy to see thru the fabric. The low scoop neck collar exposed wide cleavage, while her breasts hung down and slightly outward, still resting on the top of her rotund stomach. She turned and looked straight into the camera.

“I think I'll make my husband some coffee now.” Sarah said, trying out her first flirty smile directly to the camera. While joe through it was a little forced, her unrehearsed charm more that made up for it. Joe was certain that some day, when Sarah’s husband saw this flirty smile in print, his cock would stiffen and jump with desire just as Joe’s was doing right now.

Sarah turned and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. The back of her shirt was pulled snug to her backside, and with each step the bottom edge crept up a little bit more. The roundness of Sarah’s bottom and hips were too much to contain, and the shirt hem seeked a narrower path, riding up in back, closer to her natural waist. Joe followed her, snapping pictures of her walking thru the house, thin t-shirt on top and nothing below. Sarah was turning out to be much more comfortable with her nudity than Joe had expected. He thought to himself, this is going to be a good day.

Sarah led them to the kitchen. Joe continued to take pictures as she began the coffee process. She set a kettle of water in the stove to boil. She pulled out a small French press, a grinder, and a mug. The beans were kept on an upper shelf, and her reach up to get them pulled her shirt up almost to her belly button. As she continued to make the coffee she did not re-adjust her shirt. Her bare bottom was round and smooth. The cleavage between her soft cheeks was so inviting, and Joe wished he could spread those cheeks and follow the cleft down below.

Sarah poured the finished coffee into a mug and set down the press. She looked into the camera and gave Joe another one of her devious smiles. Then she pulled the low cut neck of her shirt down to one side, and with her other hand she lifted her right breast out. She leaned forward and bent over slightly so that her nipple was just a few inches above the mug. Using both hands she began massaging and squeezing her breast, pushing and kneading it towards the tip. A small drop of white milk formed at the end of her dark, thick nipple. It grew until it could no longer hold on, and fell down into the coffee. It formed a perfect ring on the surface, not yet blending with the dark drink. The second drop came soon after, and the more Sarah worked her breast the quicker the drops appeared.

After about 30 seconds Sarah stopped expressing her milk and simply held her breast in position. The drops were now forming on their own, in a continuous flow. It was like she had opened a valve and her breast was just going to release all its contents in its own.

At some point Joe realized Sarah was staring at him while he was staring at her breast. He had briefly stopped taking pictures. He quickly snapped some more to get back on task.

“I hope this doesn't bother you.” Sarah said shyly.

“Oh, no. Not at all. On the contrary, I find it fascinating and beautiful. The things your body can do are truly amazing.” Joe tried to be discreet as he adjusted his swelling cock, from down his pant leg to a more upward raised position.

“Oh good.” Sarah said. “I've heard some guys are weirded out by this, but my husband loves it. Maybe even a little too much.” she laughed.

“Well, you can put me down in the ‘loves it’ column too. Those other guys don't know what they're missing.”

“We were surprised when my milk came while I was still pregnant. My doctor said it can come in a little early for some women, especially if the breasts are being massaged and the nipples being suckled regularly. The doctor gave me a sly look, as if to say ‘I know what you are up to, you naughty girl.’ I was too embarrassed to tell him more. If my husband had been there I would have made him confess.”

Joe chuckled “So your husband likes to suckle? I don't blame him. He is a lucky guy.”

“To say he likes to suckle is an understatement,” Sarah laughed as she pulled at her shirt and let her breast disappear back inside. She then pulled out the other one and began massaging it to express more milk. This one started to drip much sooner, and reached a steady flow in a matter of seconds.

“My husband has always had a bit of a milk and nursing obsession. He read that some woman can start lactating even without having a child. I was 3 months pregnant when he read this and wanted to start trying right away. In the morning, when he got home from work, and at night when we went to bed he would suckle each side for 15 minutes. On the weekends we might squeeze in a lunch time session as well. I didn't expect much to happen, but I added a few thing to my diet just to play along. It turned out to be very enjoyable for both of us. We found it soothing and a wonderful way to relax. Plus, it frequently lead to other sorts of activities. Much to my surprise, and his delight, around month 7 I started producing milk. It was very little at first, but his constant attention increased my production substantially.”

“I didn't know that could happen.” Joe said. “ I can see now why you wanted to capture today in photos. Both as a gift for him, but also to preserve the moments you share now.”

“Exactly.” Sarah said. “and speaking of sharing, I'm not drinking coffee while I'm pregnant, so… can I offer you this cup of coffee? My milk is a little bit sweet, so you may not need any extra sugar.”

Sarah stirred the coffee, blending her white milk with the dark coffee to make a light brown solution.

“It's a little bit sweet?” Joe asked.

“Maybe you should try this first.” She lifted the spoon up to her nipple and started catching the drops. When the spoon was full she reached out and fed it directly into Joe's mouth. Her warm milk filled his mouth with a sweet softness he had never experienced before.

Joe smiled in approval and took the mug of sweetened coffee.

Sarah pulled her shirt out and over to cover her breasts, but her nipples had not completely stopped dripping. The thin gray t-shirt darkened at each side where her nipples continued to leak. The wet patches slowly grew in size and expanded down with the leaking milk. Joe captured it all with his camera.

Sarah cleaned up the kitchen while joe quietly enjoyed his coffee. He was certain it was best tasting cup of coffee he had ever had.

Sarah explained that after taking a shower and getting dressed she thought they might go for a walk to the farmers market. She suggested they get lunch there. Afterwards they could come back home for more photos in the afternoon, before getting some dinner at a local restaurant. This was all more than Joe had expected, but based on the way the morning had played out he was willing to agree to any of Sarah’s plans.

Sarah headed back toward the bedroom while Joe check his camera. He was pleased with the pictures he had so far. He couldn't wait to see the full day’s worth on his large computer monitor when he got back to the office. On multiple occasions his day spent editing a project like this included him jerking off at his office desk. Sarah’s set of pictures was probably going to have him cumming multiple times.

“Are you coming?” Sarah asked from the doorway.

Joe was a little startled by her question, but soon realized Sarah was expecting him to document her shower too. He quickly followed her.

“I was just checking our work. These pictures look very good. You're making my job easy.” Joe flirted with her.

“Then let's keep going.” She replied, and motioned to the master bath