Part 1
“You need to lose about twenty pounds,” the doctor with hair just starting to turn gray at the temples said.
Evan sighed. “Yeah. I know.”
The middle-aged man in the lab coat looked over his glasses at his old friend. “If you know that, Evan, why aren’t you doing it?” Evan and Henry had been friends for years having met in college and always staying in touch as their lives waxed and waned.
“Um, I have an addiction problem?” Evan offered.
“Addiction to what?” Henry asked as he ran his hand through his black hair that had started graying right on time giving him the distinguished doctor look he had sought for the past fifteen years.
“Alcohol? Drugs? Cigarettes? Gambling?” Evan offered. At each suggestion Henry shook his head not believing his friend.
“This is where going to your friend—who is a doctor—for medical care is not such a great idea,” Henry told him. “I know all your vices and none of those belong to you.”
Yeah, but I can’t tell you the truth, Evan thought. “Ice cream and sugary treats?” he asked.
“Now we’re close to the truth of the matter,” Henry said. “Cut down on the sweets and bring up your level of exercise.”
“That’s your professional medical advice?” Evan asked.
Henry made some notes in Evan’s file. “That’s it. Other than that you’re as healthy as a horse…a fat horse, but a healthy one that doesn’t need to have a bullet behind the ear just yet. All you need to do is cut out the sugary treat.”
Not going to happen, Evan thought.
Sondra’s tits were amazing: high, round, soft, topped with a perfectly sized dusky pink areola and thumb-sized nipple. There was nothing wrong with them. Except to her they were too big and constantly got in the way. Critical model agency talent scouts would have stated her breasts were too big for her frame and suggested she pursue a career in the pornographic arts as a vacuous actress if it were not for the fact she already had a career within the bureaucracy of New York State’s government as was perfectly happy with her job and earnings. Her job was where she had met her husband…and he was the source of all the problems with her boobs.
After two kids and fifteen years of marriage she should have been happy with her body in that she could pass for a woman half her age. But breastfeeding three children took its toll and there was no end in sight. That’s how she thought of it. At her first pregnancy she was excited to breastfeed her baby and that went mostly well. Her second child with Evan also went fine, even though their second kid decided that breastfeeding was the perfect way to get all her nutrition until after her first birthday. It was when Evan first tasted her breast milk after child number two finally gave up the habit that she resigned herself to settle into a long, wet slog of breastfeeding her husband.
“What did Doctor Hank say?”
After putting his coat in the hall closet, Evan collapsed on the couch next to his wife. “He said I’m fat.”
Sondra snorted. “I could have told you that.”
“He said I need more exercise too.”
She nodded. “You’ll have to increase your swimming from two days a week to three.” She didn’t have much sympathy for him at the moment.
“Yeah, I kind of knew that already. But that’s not the worst part.”
“Oh.”
“He said I have to cut down on my intake of sweets. Too much candy…and ice cream.”
Sondra’s back stiffened and she finally looked over at him. Ice cream was their code word when the kids were around. Their children were in the family room playing a game and were actually getting along well with one another and not fighting for once. “No more ice cream?” she asked
“We…I…will have to cut back. He didn’t say flat out that I couldn’t have any more.”
That caused her to breathe a sigh of relief. “Oh…okay. That’s good.”
Evan grinned at her. “Did I make you panic?”
“Well, not exactly.” Sondra shifted her position and put down her book. Dinner was cooking in the oven and they’d have to get the table set soon, but they still had another minute to talk. “But I’ve gotten used to…this.” She gestured to her large chest.
“So have I,” Evan agreed. “But we both know that milk is incredibly high in sugar and fat and that’s why I’ve put on so much weight.”
Sondra nodded. “And that’s why I haven’t. You’ll have to cut down.”
“I don’t want to cut down,” he complained. “And you don’t want me to either.”
To that Sondra had no response. It was the truth. When they first started playing the breastfeeding game, it was a game. Their baby had given up breastfeeding and Sondra’s milk supply was drying up. One night they were having sex and Evan spent a little more time than usual playing with Sondra’s breaths, sucking on her nipples, and got a taste of her milk.
“It’s sweeter than I thought it would be,” he said, smacking his lips as a little bit of the milk dribbled out of her nipples. He laughed a bit. “I should have tasted it earlier. Much earlier.”
“See what you missed out on?’ she teased him. All during her breastfeeding Sondra had teased and taunted him that he needed to taste her milk because he needed to know what she was going through for the benefit of their children. He had resisted and she hadn’t pushed the issue. Now it seemed that he liked it more than he ever thought he would.
“I regret that I’ll only have this a little while,” he confessed to her as he lowered his mouth to her nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth. She sighed with pleasure at the rough treatment. Sondra had actually enjoyed breastfeeding. It wasn’t at all painful to her and she felt she bonded with her babies that much more and better than other mothers who didn’t directly nurse their babies. She had hidden from Evan how much she actually enjoyed the feeding. And now—now—with his lips and mouth and tongue on her tit, she was finally reveling in the sensations an adult mouth could cause to her body.
“More,” she moaned as he suckled her.
He sucked harder and pushed his hand between her thighs. She opened up her legs and grabbed his hand, putting it at just the right angle so that when his fingers went into her tight pussy she had to gasp out loud at the pleasure.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked releasing her tit from his mouth, alarmed at the sound she made.
“No. More. Suck me harder. Play with my pussy.”
And he did. Her milk flowed, her pussy moistened. There wasn’t much milk, but it was enough to satisfy his curiosity and his nursing combined with him masturbating her cunt was enough to get her off twice before his cock got anywhere near her pussy.
“Ready to be fucked?” he asked her, running the head of his cock along with slit of her cunt.
“No,” she said. “I want to be on top.” It wasn’t a usual request for her, but Evan was happy to go along with her wished. He rolled to his back and she got on top, straddling his hips and fitting his cock into her warm hole. “Oohhh, that’s good,” she sighed as she settled down on his body, his cock filling her up. Sondra leaned forward, dragging her sensitive breasts over his chest, back and forth as she rocked her body with his manhood firmly lodged in her pussy. It wasn’t enough. She leaned forward and offered one nipple to his mouth.
Evan eagerly opened up and sucked on her breast as she continued to ride him. Just a few sucks made her cum again. And she came twice more before Evan reached his own orgasm.
“Is it okay to be doing this?” he asked her when they were done.
“It’s very okay,” she assured him.
As it turned out Sondra either had a hidden sensitivity in her nipples she hadn’t realized before, or it was a sensitivity that had developed over the course of her pregnancies. Her tits were a directly line to her orgasms. At times she didn’t want any real foreplay, she just wanted her tits sucked a few minutes and she was wet and ready to go.
Evan delighted in this new development in his wife. Her dwindling milk supply was quickly revived by his morning and nighttime suckling. Her libido went from an extremely low once a month after pregnancy to sometimes twice a day.
It was a bit strange, but Evan quickly made peace with the strange fact he was drinking milk from his wife and enjoying it. True, the milk was designed to nurture babies, but any human could easily drink it and he indulged in his newfound fetish.
And what a fetish it was…
