Part 2
It was almost too much for Evan to keep up with his wife and Rebecca. He was having sex with Rebecca twice a week, sometimes at her place, sometimes at the gym, plus fucking Sondra nearly every night because she needed to be nursed and when he nursed from her, it always made her horny and then they had sex regardless of how they intended to end the night. Between the two women and caring for his children and working his job, he barely had time to think and breathe. On the plus side, he was enjoying every minute he spent with the two women in his life. Also on the plus side he had lost ten pounds due to his busy life and many trips to the gym for exercise and sex.
Sondra was in a similar situation. She had to feed Evan every night and Hank nearly every day. Due to circumstances and other considerations, she didn’t fuck Dr. Henry every time he nursed from her, but it was often enough that she started getting concerned that her pussy was going to wear out from overuse. He assured her it was not.
Henry, though a skilled physician and concerned care-giver, wasn’t a terribly deep thinker. He wasn’t at all concerned with the guilt his girlfriend was going through over her husband. To his credit he was always considerate with his incredible luck of finding a horny woman who indulged him in his new-found fetish for breast milk, but nothing else worried him.
It was Rebecca who broke the impasse. She didn’t make any sudden demands of Evan, but simply gave him a bit of a fantasy. “I’d love to fuck you wife,” she told him as he sucked on her pierced nipples. He liked the contrast of hard metal with soft flesh as he played with her body. Rebecca’s body was completely different from his wife’s, which was good because otherwise he would never have been able to distinguish between the two of them while in bed. She loved it when he sucked on her. He hadn’t admitted to her yet that he was nursing milk from Sondra every night. Rebecca didn’t need to know that. It might have been a terrible cliché, but as a small busted woman she had very small, very sensitive nipples.
When she made her little confession, Evan nearly choked on her nipple rings. “What?”
“I’d love to fuck your wife,” she repeated. They were in her bed for a quick fuck before going to the gym where he would swim and she would lifeguard. It was the perfect domestic crime—one they had repeated for months now.
“Um…you would?”
She nodded earnestly and moved his hand down to her pussy. As usual she was already naked when he showed up at her door and he was down to his shorts by the time he fell in bed with her. Automatically he stuck his middle finger into her, testing her wetness and playing with her clitoris. And, as always, she was wet and ready for him. She opened her mouth to answer him, but only a groan came out. His thumb had found her clit and was rubbing it as two fingers stroked the inside of her pussy. She concentrated, thinking about what chores had to be done during her lifeguarding shift, and managed to say, “Yeah, I’ve had plenty of women with hard, lean bodies. I want to try your wife’s: soft and supple.”
He stopped playing with her pussy. She found that distracting. “Are you calling my wife fat?”
“What? No. It’s just that…I’ve had sex with a lot of dancers and the like and they always seem to have hard, firm bodies…kind of like men. I want to have sex with a soft-bodied woman for once.”
All Evan could do was stare at his lover for a minute. “You always surprise me.”
“I try to be innovative,” she told him and then grabbed his wrist to get his hand moving again. “Go home and tell her you have a girlfriend who wants to fuck the both of you at the same time. She’ll like that.”
“I doubt it,” Evan said but he kept moving his hand and watched her. Her eyes became unfocused and her breathing suddenly rapidly increased. This was typical of Rebecca. It might take her a little while to warm up, but when she got turned on it was incredibly easy to make her cum with judicious application of the thumb to her clit and rubbing behind her pubic bone. “But I’m pretty sure you’re going to cum,” he teased her.
She nodded. “Uh-huh. Promise me,” she started to beg. He thought he was promising to make her cum. Her body jerked and he kept working at her pussy until her hips thrusted upward and the orgasm took over her body.
“Thank you, thank you,” she said when she was done. “I can’t wait to fuck Sondra.”
Evan said nothing. He was too surprised to realize he had just promised to introduce his girlfriend to his wife.
In bed with his wife that night Evan wondered if it was possible to get carpal tunnel syndrome from masturbating too many women too often. His mouth was on her left breast as he nursed milk from her big red nipple as his right hand worked on her pussy. Sondra was much the same as Rebecca in that it was incredibly easy to make her cum when his thumb was on her clit and at least one finger was working on her g-spot hidden behind the pubic bone. He wasn’t sure if it was necessary to be sucking on her nipple at the same time or not. She didn’t question him when he started this new move with her—maybe because she enjoyed it so much.
Watching her cum was much like watching Rebecca cum. It excited him and pleased him. Worse, it lowered his inhibitions. She clenched her jaw, breathed heavily through her teeth, and abruptly squeezed her thighs together trapping his hand in her pussy as she came. It was beautiful.
“I love you,” he told her with a kiss when her body relaxed after the initial wave of pleasure coursed through her body.
“Thank you,” she told him. “And I love you as well. I think I love you more when you make me cum like that.”
“Can I fuck you now?” he asked eagerly. His cock was hard and poking against her thigh.
“I’ve been waiting for it,” she said and opened up her legs, inviting him to her pussy. Evan moved quickly, positioning his cockhead at her entrance and sinking it into her body.
“Ooh,” she moaned. “That feels so good. I always miss it when you’re cock isn’t inside me.”
“You had me inside you last night,” he told her as he started moving his hips back and forth.
“It’s never enough,” she told him.
“You’re right,” he agreed. “It’s never enough. I want more and more and more with you.”
“How do you want that?”
“I want to kiss you and fuck you and nurse you,” he said as the moment started to get away from him.
“You have that already. Tell me more.” She sighed. Sometimes it was a wonderful thing just to hear him talk when he fucked her. Too often his mouth was full of her tit when they fucked.
“I want to see you with another woman,” he blurted as his lust quickly started climbing.
She laughed at him. “Of course you do, like any man.” But lust had overtaken her mind as well. “Tell me more.”
“I want another woman in bed with us,” he said spinning his tale. “I want to fuck the both of you at once. I want her to go down on you. I want you to go down on her. I want her to nurse from your tits.”
“That would turn you on?” she asked, teasing him, encouraging him.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted. “I need another woman in bed with us. You need another woman in bed with us.”
“And won’t you be jealous when she makes me cum better than you do?” Sondra teased.
That was his breaking point. Evan came. His balls tightened up against his body and he pumped a heavy load of semen deep into her cunt.
After collapsing against her body they held each other for a long minute. “That’s quite the fantasy you have for yourself,” Sondra said to him. “And me, apparently.”
“I can make it happen,” Evan said. His tongue was too loose he knew and he risked losing everything now.
“Oh, you can, can you? How will you do that?”
“I can do it,” he clarified for her. “Do you want me to?”
Sondra looked down at Hank’s face as he closed his eye and nursed from her breast. She had simply opened up her shirt and pulled down her bra to let him nurse. They were in his office. Today they had no extra time and would have to make do with a quick nursing and maybe, if she was lucky, a fingering just as quick that would give her an unsatisfying orgasm.
“Do you like this?” she asked.
“Mm-hmm,” he mumbled into her tit. It wasn’t the answer she was looking for. He though she was looking for some bawdy talk as a warm up to intercourse. She was actually looking for a definition to their relationship.
“No,” she said insistently. “Do you like this? Sneaking away, fucking me, drinking my milk.” Sondra grabbed his face between her hands and pulled him away from her tit. His lips were latched on to her soft flesh and came away with a loud slurp.
“Hell yeah I like your milk and I like fucking you.” Hank was honest, as always. He wasn’t a complex man.
“Really?” she asked. “You like sneaking around on your staff, my husband—your best friend, and not telling the world about the woman you’re fucking?”
He licked his lips, pausing for an answer and tasting the last of her sweet milk, and said, “I’m not in the habit of telling the world about the women I bed, but I suppose it’s a little dishonest to be having sex with you without Evan’s knowledge.”
“We should break it off,” she told him.
Henry shook his head. “Nope. And what is it with inconstant women? First you come to me demanding I nurse from you. Next think I know we’re fucking—and it’s great. Now, you want to break it off because of a little guilt—after blaming me for your tits hurting because I told Evan he needed to lose a little weight.”
“Well,” she said smartly. “What would you suggest to deal with my guilt as you put it?”
His grin was smug. “Tell him about us. Tell him I drove you to me because he couldn’t drink your milk the way you like it.”
Her expression soured. “I’m not going to do that.”
He smirked at her. “Then do nothing. Or find someone else to nurse from you where you feel less guilty—and slutty.”
Sondra’s expression froze. Abruptly she stood up from the edge of his desk, tucked her tits back into her bra and started to button up her blouse. “Maybe I will,” she said crisply and walked out of his office.
After she all but slammed the door behind her he said to the empty air in front of him, “Was it something I said?”
After Sondra had begged off answering Evan’s question with a shake of her head and remembering how to play coy from her days in college, it was a day later and they were getting into bed. She pulled down the top to her nightgown exposing her breasts and smiled at her husband. “Ready?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered quickly and eagerly, jumping on the bed and quickly latching onto her breast. It was full, fuller than he was used to because she hadn’t allowed Henry to drain her milk before she had walked out in a huff. Her milk let down immediately and flowed into Evan’s mouth where he greedily swallowed it and came back for more and more. She sighed with contentment and let him worship her body.
Evan reveled in the softness of her body. Although full her tits were as supple as ever. They were slightly swollen from the amount of her milk but he didn’t notice that. All he noticed was the way her milk squirted in a little fountain when he unexpectedly pulled off. The small amount of spray soaked her breast and he licked it off, then immediately went back to sucking on her red, wet nipple. She liked it when he played with her tits like this. It showed her that it wasn’t just about making her a source of food for him, it showed her that he loved her and her body, and he loved making her feel good about herself with the way her body produced milk for him.
“Were you serious about last night?” she asked him as he sucked on her nipple. His eyes were closed but he opened up at her question and looked quizzically at her.
“About another woman?” he asked hesitantly, his words slightly muffled by the swell of her boob as he spoke half in to her nipple
“Yeah,” she grinned. “About that. You said you know someone?”
“Sort of,” he admitted. “I said I could make it happen.” He was nervous now. Evan hadn’t expected his wife to say yes to a threesome. It was one thing for her to give in to his desire to nurse from her, that was normal kinky in his way of thinking because milk was a normal part of a woman’s experience. Inviting a third person into their sex life, however, was something else entirely. Three people fucking together wasn’t normal—it was a kink that was supposed to be for porn films and perverts.
“I’d like to try it,” she admitted with more bravery than she felt.
Now Evan was on the defensive. It might have been his idea, but he needed to know why his wife was saying yes so easily to a strange sexual request. “Why are you agreeing to this?”
She shrugged. The motion made her tits bob up and down, momentarily distracting Evan. “I don’t know. Curiosity. Maybe because you asked. If it’s something you want to try and I can help with and it makes you happy…why not?”
Despite himself—despite his logical brain telling him to be cautious, Evan couldn’t help himself. “Would you…?”
“Would I what?” Sondra asked.
“Go down on her. Eat her pussy.”
A silence fell between them.
“Do you want me to do that?”
“Yes.”
“I’d eat her out then,” Sondra said. “I’d make her cum. Is that what you want me to do?”
“Yes.” Evan’s voice shook and his cock was hard against her leg. “Could I fuck her while she went down on you?” he asked. His cock was twitching now. She could feel it. Sondra reached down and wrapped her hand around him. When she slowly started jerking him off his body shuddered and she was certain he was going to cum on her rather than in her. She stopped stroking and simply held him, her grip firm around the base of his cock.
She nodded at him. His eyes were unfocused and he only existed in his fantasy and in the palm of her hand. “I’d do that. But I get to be in charge.”
Evan moaned, “Yes.”
“Fuck me,” she said. “I need your cock.”
That was all he needed to climb on top of her and sink his cock into her cunt. They had barely begun having sex but he was already hard—that wasn’t notable—but her pussy was soaked as if he had been eating her out for an hour or had emptied and entire bottle of lube into her. That surprised him. It was energizing to see how excited she was, that the thought of another woman in bed with them was as much a turn on to her as it was to him.
“Faster, faster,” she encouraged him. “Slam it into me. Harder!”
It was all Evan could do to keep up with her demands. There was no technique to his lovemaking tonight, it was all primal lust and immediate gratification. He focused himself, holding back, by thinking about the pile of paperwork waiting on his desk at the office. Sondra came first and the enthusiasm of her orgasm scared him. She let out a small shrieking cry of relief—it would have been loud enough to wake their children if they weren’t on the opposite side of the house and behind two closed doors—and her body shook as if under and epileptic fit. She was barely through her orgasm when he lost control, emptying his balls deep into her pussy. As each spurt left his body he thrust his hips hard against her, trying to make her cum again.
When they were finally done, Evan collapsed against his wife, completely drained. “Fuck that was good,” he mumbled into her neck.
“Uh-huh,” she agreed. “But you still need to nurse,” she reminded him. “My breasts are so full.”
Almost by instinct Evan moved down her body to take up her nipple in his mouth and suckle from her. It helped her relax and come down from the extraordinary high she had just experienced. Normally nursing excited Evan, but this time it just helped put him to sleep. He fell asleep with her breast in his mouth.
The next morning they sat across each other at the breakfast table. The kids had already left on the bus for school and they had fifteen minutes together. It was a ritual they only had twice a week.
“Do you have someone in mind?” Sondra asked as she took a bite of her blueberry bagel.
Evan blinked at her. “Someone in mind for what?” he asked stupid.
Sondra resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Someone in mind to get in bed with us. I want approval over whoever it is you decide on. No sluts from your office—or mine. I couldn’t bear going to work knowing what some of those women look like naked.”
“No, no one from work,” he said. “You’re still serious about this?” He marveled at his wife. It was a foreign idea to them, but somehow she was suddenly on board with the new suggestion, a threesome.
She nodded with apparent eagerness. “I gave it some more thought last night—you fell right asleep and you snored horribly—and thought why the fuck not. I don’t want my life to be missed opportunities. I had a chance to go to bed with a girl in college and I said no. I don’t want more regret like that to loom over my head.”
“Wait. What girl in college?” They had gone to different schools and had met shortly after they graduated, but this was a story Evan had never heard before.
“Danielle Morrison. You don’t know her. She was the biggest slut on campus. Well, maybe the biggest slut in my dorm sophomore year. Night before Christmas break most of the dorm is empty and she comes back from some party drunk. We were suitemates. I heard her banging around in the living room trying to get her door open and went out to see what was going on. I helped her into her room and she pulled me into her bed. Nothing happened—just a few kisses—but it could have. I wouldn’t have been the first girl in her bed.” She smiled and sighed dreamily. “God, she was beautiful. I wonder what happened to her.”
Evan’s reaction was a blank stare. “Wow. I have sudden and new-found respect for you.”
“It isn’t the type of story you just tell everyone,” Sondra added.
“Right,” he agreed. “So you really want to go through with this?”
“Yes,” she said smugly, happy in the knowledge she still had secrets—many secrets—from her husband and happy that she could still surprise him. “So who is she?” Sondra asked. “You must have someone in mind of you wouldn’t have asked me in the first place. I know how your mind works. And don’t tell me it’s my cousin because that’s not going to happen.”
He grinned at her. Sondra’s cousin was commonly known as the most beautiful member of her family—and Evan agreed up to a point. But he had flatly stated on more than one occasion that Paula had an artificial beauty. It took her an hour to put on makeup every morning and she looked fake and plastic to Evan’s eyes. Sure, she might be beautiful on paper, but in reality she was not out of the ordinary. “Would you be upset if it’s someone you know?”
“It depends on the someone,” she said, “and not if I already know her or not.”
With a deep breath he managed to force the name out between his lips. “Rebecca.”
Sondra’s eyes narrowed. “Who. Not Rebecca Clines from down the street. She’s older than your mother.”
“Hell no!” he was offended at the suggestion. “Rebecca the lifeguard at the gym. Great body, short brown hair?”
“The one that looks a little butch?” Sondra asked.
“I suppose so.”
“That makes sense. Not a lesbian but someone open to the idea of a threesome, she’d have to be bi…” Sondra trailed off.
“Does this make you bi?” he asked with a small leer.
Everything clicked into place for Sondra. The early mornings. Evan’s exhaustion. His suggestion for a threesome. “Oh my god. You’ve been fucking her all this time.”
Evan realized he was caught and froze hoping that pretending to be a statue would protect him. “Um…” was all he managed to say.
“Is she any good?” Sondra asked sharply.
Evan had to answer honestly. Lying now seemed to be a terrible idea. “She’s…good,” he admitted.
“Does she know about your need to nurse, that I’m lactating?”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Is she kinky? Is she bi?” Evan couldn’t get a read on his wife. Was she angry or intrigued? Was she gathering information to divorce him or to enhance their sex life?
“I don’t know if she’s kinky. She’s bi. She told me.”
“Is she married?”
“No. She’s living with someone.” Evan didn’t go into detail.
“Do you know I’ve been fucking Hank?” Sondra asked..
“What?”
Evan’s reaction was complete confusion. Was his wife putting him on or was she being serious?
“I’ve been fucking him ever since he told you to lose weight. My tits hurt. I went to his office for some pain relievers and instead made him nurse. He likes it. I liked it. We started having sex. I told him it was his fault for making you cut back on nursing me.”
“Oh,” was Evan’s stunned reaction.
“He’s a good fuck but also selfish. I already knew that.” She paused in her questions and statements. “How does this make you feel?” Sondra asked.
Evan said, “I don’t know.” He looked down at his lap and saw his cock hard beneath his pants. He glanced at the clock. No matter what happened now he was going to be late for work. “I’m turned on,” he admitted.
Sondra glanced at the clock as well and grinned. Her panties were sticking to her from the moisture flowing from her cunt. She stood up and yanked her skirt up over her hips, bent over the table and pulled down her panties. “Make it quick,” she said.
In less than a minute Evan had opened up his pants, pulled out his erect cock, and sunk it into Sondra’s proffered orifice. The fuck was quick and primal. Sondra came first with a shuddering groan quickly followed by Evan who found it difficult to stand when he was done bathing her pussy with his spunk.
“Maybe this will work,” he told her.
