"Have a good night, Missy-Sue!"
"Thanks, Bill."
Missy-Sue Reynolds walked out of the front door of Gibson's Supermarket. She had gotten a job there as a cashier a few months ago. Even though her new husband Jimmy made enough money for them to live comfortably, she was a working girl at heart who was not content to sit at home as the wife of an attorney.
She was trying to ignore the people staring at her as she left. Before she had been hired, the store's profits were verging towards the red. Now, people were clamoring to shop at the store with the friendly country girl with the big rack. Her chest had brought tons of customers that had doubled the monthly revenue of the little grocery store. She was sure that he'd have job security for a while.
She got into her 2005 Ford F-150 and turned on her favorite country station. Jimmy had offered her any luxury vehicle she wanted when he had moved her from Georgia, but she couldn't say no to a simple pickup truck. Once she was home, she went upstairs to her bedroom, shed all of her clothing, and surveyed herself in the mirror.
She was a tall Rubenesque woman with enormous breasts. Even though it was comfortably warm in the bathroom, her dark brown nipples became stiff with arousal and her large areolae erupted with bumps. Her thick thighs and large backside were rife with femininity. Between her legs was an unruly bramble of black hair. She lifted her arms and beheld the copious amounts of hair underneath them as well.
This was the body that had caused her to be married to a rich city boy from Philadelphia. Almost a year ago, she had met Jimmy Reynolds while he was on vacation, and he'd fallen in love with her and her big, hairy body. The two of them had gotten married four months ago. The two had engaged in repeated bouts of sex. Missy-Sue loved the way that Jimmy worshipped her body.
It wasn't until they'd gotten married that Missy-Sue allowed Jimmy to cum inside of her. She'd gotten a prescription for birth control. Still, measures had to be taken. She procured a digital pregnancy test from the bathroom closet and removed it from its packaging. Just as she was about to use it, she noticed her husband enter the bathroom.
"Hey, honey," Jimmy said, admiring his nude wife.
"Hey, sweetie," she said. "I was just gonna take this test before I jump in the shower. Wanna join me?"
"Absolutely."
Missy-Sue smiled as her husband started undressing. She sat on the toilet and positioned the pregnancy test between her legs. Once Jimmy was nude he stood in front of her, staring as the urine coursed out of her hairy pussy.
"If it hadn't been for our little romp last night," Jimmy said. "I'd be rock hard right now."
"Was it that good?" Missy-Sue giggled.
"It's always that good. How was work?"
"Good," she said as she stood up and strolled over to turn on the shower. "We have any of them boneless chicken breasts left for dinner?"
"Yeah. Right now I feel like I'm boneless," Jimmy said as he grabbed his flaccid cock. He then walked over to his wife and gave one of her mammaries a squeeze. "And you have the breasts."
"That was the dumbest pick-up line I've heard all day," Missy-Sue hooted. She glanced down at the beeping pregnancy test that she held in her hand. "Oh! Not pregnant!"
She quickly discarded the test and got into the shower, with her husband following her inside. The two of them lovingly washed each other under the cascade of warm water. Missy-Sue smiled as her husband's hands lingered on her shaggy crotch, hairy armpits and large breasts. She reciprocated by using her hands to pleasure his still-tired cock, which feebly twitched in response to her attentions. Jimmy then got behind her, reached forward, and began squeezing her nipples, causing milk to spray out.
Missy-Sue bit her lip as it curled up into a smile; it felt so good to have a man around to help her express her milk. Her first marriage had resulted in only one pregnancy that the child did not survive. However, it left her with constantly lactating breasts. Her first husband hated it, but Jimmy was absolutely addicted to them. In bed, he repeatedly called her his Love Cow, a name she adored.
Once they were done with their shower, they changed into some comfortable clothes and went downstairs for a dinner of chicken, scalloped potatoes, and green beans. Before he'd gotten married, Jimmy's meals mostly consisted of takeout food; now, Missy-Sue was around to give him delicious home-cooked meals. If it weren't for his active lifestyle and the vigorous marital sex, he'd have gained lots of weight.
"Oh, baby!" Jimmy crowed as he cradled his stomach. "You sure know how to make a man happy!"
"Thanks, hun," Missy-Sue beamed.
She rose from her seat and took the dishes from the table. While Jimmy was still savoring the meal, she was preparing herself mentally for what was coming next. The amazing sex last night, the sensual shower, and hearty dinner were all part of a calculated method to get him to be more open to a request she was about to make.
"So, Dave from work is taking his family up to Bald Eagle State Park on Sunday, and he invited a bunch of us to tag along," Jimmy said as he got up from his seat. "You feel like going?"
"I'll think about it," Missy-Sue replied.
"Cool. You want to put a movie on?"
"Actually, there's something I wanted to ask you."
Jimmy tried to keep his face impassive as he read the tension in her body. It didn't help that Missy-Sue had to take a deep breath before she spoke.
"My cousin Amber called me a few days ago," she began. "She's in bad shape. She's seven months pregnant, and her baby daddy done left her for another woman. Without him, she's barely able to keep up on her bills...Do you think it'd be okay if she came to stay with us?"
"Well...we do have more than enough room," Jimmy mused to himself. He was right; the couple was living in a spacious four bedroom, three bathroom home.
"It would be only for a short while!" Missy-Sue assured. "Until she gets back on her feet! I promise she won't be a bother."
"Sure, she can stay," Jimmy said.
