Max had always had a knack for spotting opportunities. He saw it in the way people held their coffee cups, the lingering glances that spoke of unspoken desires, and the quiet moments when the world seemed to stand still. It was a skill that served him well in business, and now it was serving him just as well in his personal life.

Max noticed her first at the local park. She was a vision of beauty, her pregnant belly round and full under a loose sundress, her skin glowing in the soft afternoon light. She sat on a bench, her eyes scanning the playground as her two young children chased each other with boundless energy. She looked tired, but there was a spark in her gaze that spoke of a vibrant woman yearning for more. Her name was Laura, and she was the talk of the neighborhood, not just because of her radiant looks, but because her husband was often absent, leaving her to navigate the tumultuous waters of motherhood alone.

The next time Max saw Laura, he decided to act. He waited until her children were playing in the sandbox before approaching her with a casual smile. "Need any help keeping an eye on those two?" he asked, his voice low and easy.

Laura's eyes met his, a mix of surprise and wariness.

"Thanks," she said, her voice a little too bright. "But I've got it covered."

Max didn't push it. He knew the dance of attraction, the subtle moves that could lead to something more.

Over the next few weeks, Max made it a point to be at the park at the same time Laura was. They'd exchange pleasantries, discuss the weather, the kids, and eventually, their lives. Laura spoke of her husband's long hours at work, the baby on the way, and the strain it put on their relationship. Max listened intently, offering support in a way that didn't feel forced. He knew that the pregnancy hormones could make her feel more vulnerable, more open to the attentions of someone who understood what she was going through. And as the days turned into weeks, Max saw that spark in Laura's eyes grow brighter whenever he was around.

One warm evening, as the sun cast long shadows across the playground, Laura's children had finally exhausted themselves, and Max took his chance. He sat down next to her on the bench, close but not too close, and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "You know," he began, his voice a gentle rumble, "I've heard that some expectant moms have... certain needs that their partners might not be able to fulfill."

Laura's eyes widened slightly, and she turned to face him. "What are you saying?" she asked, her voice a whisper of curiosity and something else.

Max leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "I'm saying," he murmured, "I'd be happy to help, if you ever need it."

Laura's heart raced as she took in his words. She knew what he was offering, and she knew she shouldn't, but the temptation was too strong to resist. She nodded, almost imperceptibly, and Max knew he had her. The game had just begun.

The following weekend, Laura's friends had planned a night out, a rare occasion for the young mother. She took Max up on his offer to babysit, hoping the night would be a much-needed escape from her mundane routines. She dressed carefully, her clothing chosen to flatter her burgeoning figure, and applied a touch of makeup to brighten her eyes. As she kissed her sleeping children goodbye, Max was already waiting in the living room, his eyes dark with promise.

Laura felt a shiver of excitement run through her as she handed over the list of emergency numbers and baby monitor. "You can trust me," he said with a wink. She stepped out the door, feeling both guilty and alive for the first time in months.

The night was a blur of laughter and drinks, but Laura couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. Her friends talked about their own husbands, and she felt the weight of her own dissatisfaction grow heavier with each passing hour.

The conversation turned to their sex lives, and Laura found herself blushing as they shared their latest exploits. She excused herself, claiming fatigue, and made her way home, her thoughts racing. As she approached her house, she saw the soft glow of the living room light through the window and felt a strange mix of comfort and anticipation.

Max was waiting for her, lounging on the couch with a knowing smile. "Did you have fun?" he asked as Laura stepped inside, her heels echoing on the hardwood floor.

She nodded, but her voice was tight. "But I missed something," she admitted. Max's smile grew, and he stood, his body moving with the grace of a predator.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" Laura swallowed hard, her eyes meeting his. The tension in the room was thick and heavy, and she knew what was about to happen. She nodded again, her body already responding to his proximity, her breasts swelling with need.

Max took her hand and led her upstairs, his touch gentle but firm. The night was still young, and Laura was about to experience a kind of satisfaction she hadn't felt in a very long time.

In the dimly lit bedroom, Max's hands were on her hips, guiding her in a slow, sensual dance that had nothing to do with the innocent swaying of earlier. His fingers traced the curves of her body, and she leaned into him, her belly pressing against his firm chest. Laura's nipples were so sensitive that even the brush of her dress against them sent jolts of pleasure through her body. She ached to feel Max's skin against hers, to have him fill the void that had been growing inside her for months.

Their bodies moved together, the rhythm building as Max's hands traveled up to cup her breasts. Laura gasped as he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, the sensation shooting straight to her core. She could feel the heat of his erection through his pants, and she reached down to stroke it, her hand sure and firm. Max groaned, his eyes never leaving hers as she worked him into a frenzy. Laura knew exactly what she wanted, and she wasn't going to hold back. This was her night, and she was going to take it.

With a sudden movement, Max spun her around and bent her over the bed. Laura's heart raced as she felt the coolness of the sheets against her skin, her breath coming in quick gasps. She reached back and pulled her dress up, revealing her round, full ass. She knew it was a sight that would drive any man wild, but Max was different. He was here for her, to give her what she needed.

Laura felt his hand on her back, guiding her down until her cheek was pressed into the pillow. And then she felt him, hard and insistent, pushing into her from behind. She moaned, the sensation of his cock filling her up almost too much to bare. But she wanted more, she needed more, and she arched her back to take him deeper.

Max began to thrust, his strokes long and slow, just as she'd imagined. Laura's body was tight around him, and she could feel every inch of him moving in and out of her. The slow build was torturous, but she knew it was what she needed. She was so close to the edge, but she didn't want to fall just yet. She wanted to savor this moment, to remember it when she was back in her routine, her husband oblivious to the fire that was burning inside her. Laura's hips began to move in time with Max's, her body begging for more. She could feel her orgasm building, a warm, pulsing need that was taking over every thought in her mind.

But Max had other ideas. He reached around and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back sharply. "You're so fucking hot," he growled, his voice thick with lust. Laura's eyes widened, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her. It had been so long since anyone had talked to her like that, since anyone had made her feel like she was more than just a vessel for their pleasure.

She pushed back against him, her body urging him to go faster, harder. Max's grip on her hair tightened, and he obliged, his hips slamming into her with a force that made the bed frame rattle. Laura's cries grew louder, filling the room with the sound of their passion.

And then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt, a release so powerful it took her breath away. Max's strokes grew erratic, and she could feel him getting closer. Laura reached down and touched herself, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts. She was so wet, so ready, and she knew she was going to come again. Max grunted, his body tensing, and then he was spilling inside her, his seed mixing with her own juices. Laura collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. For a moment, she felt complete.

As they lay there, panting and spent, Laura felt something warm and wet on her chest. She looked down and saw that her breasts had started to leak milk. It was a strange, new sensation, and she was both embarrassed and aroused by it.

Max noticed and leaned down, licking a drop from her nipple. Laura's eyes widened, and she felt a renewed jolt of desire. He looked up at her, his eyes gleaming. "Tastes like heaven," he murmured before suckling gently, drawing more of the sweet liquid out of her. Laura's breath hitched as her nipples hardened once more, and she found herself arching her back, offering herself to him fully.

With surprising strength, Max flipped Laura onto her back, his cock still semi-hard and slick with their combined fluids. The puddle of milk on the bed was a testament to their passion, a sticky reminder of the taboo they'd just shared. Laura looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust. "Again," she begged, her voice hoarse.

Max smirked, his eyes dark with desire. "Your wish is my command," he said before plunging into her once more. Laura's back arched, her tits bouncing with each thrust. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that she never wanted to end.

Their lovemaking grew more intense, Max's strokes deep and forceful. Laura's orgasm was building again, a crescendo of sensation that was about to consume her. And just as she reached the peak, her breasts began to squirt milk, the warm jets spurting onto Max's chest and face.

He groaned, the sight pushing him over the edge as well. Laura felt like she was drowning in pleasure, her body shaking with the force of her climax. As she came down from her high, she realized that she'd never felt more alive. Max collapsed onto her, his breath hot against her neck. "That was amazing," he panted. Laura could only nod, her body still trembling.

She'd crossed a line, done something she'd never thought she'd do. But as she felt Max's warmth against her, his heartbeat slowing in time with hers, she knew she didn't regret it. In fact, she was already planning the next time they could be alone together.