The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  “Umm…no. It wasn’t hurting. It felt good.” She turned her body a little and pulled his head over to her other breast. Rob knew how to take a hint and he gave the second breast the exact same treatment as the first.

  It wasn’t that Angie didn’t want to get aroused; it was that she hadn’t been expecting it. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to fuck her husband, but he was making it so that she didn’t want to resist it much longer. She wasn’t sure what his reaction would be if she suggested it, or even if she just grabbed his cock.

  It was too much for her to resist, so she didn’t give it any thought. Her hand cupped his cock through his pajama bottoms and she felt he was hard, ready for sex, but the moment she touched him, he pulled away, both from her hand and her breasts.

  “What’s the matter?” she asked, disappointed he had abruptly ended what they were doing.

  “I’m not ready.”

  She frowned at him. “Not ready for sex? I felt you, Rob. You were rock hard. Don’t tell me you weren’t ready. You’ll suck on me, but you won’t have sex with me.” To Angie’s ears, it was the stupidest argument she had ever heard, doubly so because it was with her husband over something so petty.

  Well, maybe it wasn’t petty to him.

  “I’m not ready yet, Angie. Can’t you give me that?”

  “It’s been two fucking weeks.” She couldn’t remember the last time she had gone without sex for two weeks. Hell, she couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t gone without sex for two days. Jilling off in the bathtub or the bedroom when Rob wasn’t around just wasn’t the same. “When is it going to be time?”

  Rob looked away, which was difficult for him because he loved looking at his wife’s tits. He loved everything about her. What she did to him should have been enough to end everything, but he still loved her regardless. The most difficult part was admitting what she did to him made him want her even more.

  “Well?” she demanded of him.

  “When I’m fucking ready,” he said with more anger than he actually felt.

  Angie shrank back from him, slightly frightened at his vehemence.

  “Sorry,” he apologized. “Can we just give this a week?” he asked. “I don’t think you know how much you actually hurt me.”

  While she wanted to think that she did know exactly what she did to Rob, Angie knew it wasn’t the case. Sex for her was different than it was for Rob. While she loved him, for Angie, sex wasn’t intimately intertwined with love. For Rob, it was. And she did love him. While she had intended to be faithful when she married him, her nature gradually overcame her good intentions. Three years was pretty good, she reflected. Three years of complete fidelity. Actually just over four years if she counted from the last time she had sex with someone other than Rob. A year. Marriage. Three years of being married. Then it happened.

  And it happened again and again. She knew exactly how many affairs she had had over fourteen years of marriage. Sadly, it wasn’t too many, not by her accounting.

  “I’m sorry,” she apologized again. She had lost track of how many times she had apologized to him for her transgression. “Okay, let’s do this. Let me make it up to you.” She pulled her nightshirt up over her head, leaving her dressed only in her panties. Still on her side, she cupped one of her smallish breasts and offered it to him. “It felt really good when you were doing it to me. I could easily get to love this.”

  Rob knew he was a slave to her. He loved everything about his wife—even her infidelities—and gave in. While he might have given in, he was proud of himself for extracting some concessions from her. While Angie was always willing to try out anything he suggested in bed, this was something new and different. It wasn’t a one-time game or experiment. It would last weeks, perhaps months.

  They settled back onto the bed together. Rob’s arm went to her back and drew her close. His mouth found her nipple and he pulled it into his mouth. They both calmed down. Rob’s sucking on her tits Angie found oddly relaxing. And arousing. She couldn’t deny that. And he couldn’t either. She felt his hard cock against her leg, but she controlled herself this time. But controlling herself didn’t mean fighting it. The more he nursed on her, the hotter she got and she was ready to do whatever he wanted. Maybe it made her tits sore, but it would be worth it.

  “You’re moaning,” he said, abruptly ending his nursing session.

  Angie eased her eyes open and resisted the temptation to look at the clock. She was certain it had been hours, though realistically it couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes. “Was I?” she asked. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

  “Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  “I’m fine,” she said lazily as she dragged her hand down her body and eased her fingers into her panties. Rob watched her but said nothing. Her little patch of pubic hair was trimmed but long enough to feel plush rather than stubbly. But she didn’t stop there. She slipped her fingers down her slit, feeling her wetness and the swelling of her labia. It was too late; she couldn’t stop herself. If Rob wasn’t going to fuck her, she’d have to do it herself.

  With her eyes barely open and focused on Rob, she asked him, “Do you mind if I jill off?”

  Rob didn’t say anything, but as she pushed her panties down off her hips and halfway down her thighs, he slowly nodded. While he kept watching, she made her fingers go faster and keep as busy as possible. Her head flopped back and the sound of wet flesh being abused filled the air. Angie liked to masturbate to an audience. She had done it before in front of Rob, and in front of her other lovers, but this time was different.

  Slowing down, because she didn’t just want to cum and be done, Angie forced her eyes open and looked at Rob. “Get your cock out,” she encouraged him. “Let me watch you.”

  It was incredibly easy for her to seduce her husband. Rob did as she asked, pushing down his pajamas and underwear to show his already erect cock. His hand went up and down his length, slowly moving himself toward orgasm.

  That visual was all the Angie needed. She brought her knees up and anxiously rubbed at herself as hard and fast as she could. If she did it just right there would be a quick, painful spike of pleasure followed by a long denouement of relief. It worked perfectly and she let out a little yelp as she peaked followed by the long groan of release.

  The gorgeous ride down the mountain was interrupted by a wet splash on her thigh. Opening her eyes Angie saw that Rob had finished just after she was done and had shot his load to land on her leg. The thick white globs of semen slowly started sliding down her skin, but before they could get far, Angie caught Rob’s little present with her fingers, wiping it off and bringing her fingers to her mouth. He watched in fascination as she sucked her fingers, tasting his cum. He wished he could get hard again right away just so he could see her eat his cum again.

  Purely to make him a little more upset Angie started moving her fingers again. What she really wanted was the vibrator in her dresser drawer, but fingers would do. He kept watching as she picked up from the downward slope of her orgasm and forced herself back up. It didn’t take very long, not for the second round. Her fingers were slick with her juices and it was difficult to get real friction on her clit, but somehow she persevered and made herself cum again.

  “Okay,” she panted, “maybe this won’t be so bad after all.”

  Chapter Two

  Angie knew she should have felt bad about cheating on her husband, but she didn’t.

  The sex with him was fine. It was usually great. But she needed variety, not just one man. Certainly Rob was willing to try almost anything in bed, anything she suggested—which was rare—and anything his heart desired that he brought with him. While she wasn’t nearly as inventive as Rob in the bedroom, she enjoyed everything that he did for her.

  The other problem was that his libido, though active and inventive, wasn’t nearly as strong as hers. Sex once or twice a week was good enough for Rob. Sex once every day was barely enough for Angie.

>   Looking back, she thought that maybe she wanted to get caught in her affair with Marc. She barely made any effort to hide it. If she just wanted to have a man on the side to fuck every once in a while because she was mad at her husband or needed a little variety to take away the boredom of the bedroom, that would have been fine and she could have fucked him in hotel rooms. But she didn’t. Since he was married, his place was out. And since she was married, her place was out at well.

  Until it wasn’t. She told Marc she wanted him to fuck her in the marriage bed because it was dirty and nasty and exciting. Everything went fine the first time. She even planned ahead and changed the sheets, exactly as planned. Everything went exactly as planned the second time as well, because she knew she wanted to get caught by Rob and the look on his face when he saw her naked in bed with Marc was priceless. She didn’t want to humiliate him, but she needed to wake him up to her needs.

  The good thing was that she and Marc weren’t actually fucking at the time that Rob walked in. That might have been a little too much even for her, the girl who fucked three guys in one night during college because they were roommates and handsome and horny.

  After the fight with Rob and the reconciliation, she started to wonder if something was wrong with her. Sex, even adventurous sex, was all well and good, but she was using it to destroy her life and her self-esteem. That couldn’t be good by any measure.

  Angie had been hoping that her insincere confession about her cheating would bring Rob around and get him to demand more sex from her, that it would energize his sex drive, that they would have better sex for it. (Or maybe it would drive them apart and that would be that.)

  When he confessed his desire to make her lactate again, she was dumbfounded. Literally dumbfounded and she went along with his suggestion.

  Back when they were raising babies and she was actively breastfeeding, Rob wasn’t put off by the changes in her body and how she was constantly lactating for two kids born just sixteen months apart. She knew he had gotten a mouthful of milk on more than one occasion when the kids were babies, but he didn’t freak out about it, nor did he say anything about it being arousing either.

  Once the agreement was made, Angie did some snooping on Rob’s laptop and found the usual variety of porn she had been expecting—mostly focused on women with large breasts producing milk, some of it real, some of it obviously faked, and some of it artfully faked—she also found a lot of information he had looked up that focused on how to get a woman to lactate.

  She knew that she should have been disturbed by the situation and what Rob was suggesting, but instead she was intrigued and excited by it. After all the guys she had slept with, this was the first time anyone had asked her to do this. Angie was always looking for a new exciting adventure with her body in her sexuality.

  Without telling her husband, Angie went ahead and ordered one of the many supplements sold on lactation information websites. They were supposed to be for women who were adopting a baby and wanted to breastfeed. The obvious implication from all the sites was that these supplements were used by other than adoptive mothers.

  That didn’t matter to Angie. She wasn’t one for always following the rules.

  That was how she wound up back in a hotel room naked on her hands and knees, with Marc’s cock plowing in to her. The little noises coming out of her mouth while he fucked her were little squeaks, precursors of the climax she needed. Marc was a short, but powerfully built man, who liked to grab her by the waist and hold her in place, while he slammed his cock in and out of her. The impacts were shaking her body and causing the charm on her necklace to swing back and forth, lightly hitting her on under the chin and between the breasts. But she barely noticed the light collisions between metal and flesh; Marc’s cock felt too good as he manhandled her and fucked her pussy. Angie gripped the bed sheets and looked down at her hands. The flash of the rings on her third finger, left hand, caught her attention. She grinned down at the circles of metal and pieces of fancy stones. If only Rob knew. He’d be upset because she promised she’d stop fucking other men, but she loved fucking other men. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel guilty. It was that she loved the guilt. It made the orgasms better.

  Marc was almost done. He actually lifted her up by the hips and moved her body back and forth on his cock right before he came. His orgasm was a rush of heat inside her pussy and that was enough to get her over the edge. The flood of release was wonderful. It was just what she needed.

  “God you know how to fuck me good,” she complimented Marc as he flopped down on the bed next to her. She stretched out and reached blindly for his cock, desiring to feel it still hot and wet and hard. When her fingers found his cock, she briefly recoiled, but then gripped him again. She had forgotten about the condom he had been wearing but that wasn’t why she pulled away. Marc wasn’t short just by vertical standards; he was short in the cock department as well. The good news was that he was nice and thick. Different from Rob. She had never told Rob how perfectly he fit her. All her other lovers never quite measured up to him. They were all too thick, too thin, too long, too short. Rob was perfect. She just needed his cock more.

  “My wife wants to meet you,” Marc said to the ceiling.

  “What?” Angie rolled over and sat up, she thought about clutching the sheets to her chest, to cover herself up, but that was a stupid gesture.

  “I told you she knows about us.”

  “Yeah, yeah. I knew that…well, I thought you were lying, but whatever.” Angie pulled in a deep breath and tried to get her heart to stop pounding. She didn’t know why she was panicking. There was no reason to panic.

  “I told you she and I have an open marriage.”

  “I didn’t believe you.”

  “I’m not a liar.”

  Angie bit back her smart comment. He was implying that she was a liar. And she was. Rob knew some, but not all. “Why does she want to meet me?”

  Marc rolled his shoulders. “She says she’s curious. I’ve only ever fucked the same woman for a week at most. You and I have been together for how long now? Six months? It’s practically a relationship.”

  Angie ignored that. “What does she want? Coffee in the afternoon. Dinner and drinks at your place?”

  “Lisa was thinking dinner out.”

  “I suppose I could do that, but that means one less date with you.”

  “She wants you to bring Rob along.”

  Angie didn’t say anything but only slowly stood up from the bed and walked toward the pile of clothes that Marc had made when he had stripped her. “No. Not him. I’ll meet her, with you, but not Rob.”

  When Rob settled next to her on their bed that night, she was positive her tits were bigger. They were definitely a bit sore, but at first she had just chalked that up to where she was in her cycle. Maybe they were getting full. It had been a while since she had lactated and when she had, she had just given birth a few days before and her body had been preparing her tits for months. This was different. This was more fun.

  She ran her fingers through his hair and moaned lightly. “I’m starting to like this more than I thought I would.”

  Rob released her nipple from his mouth but didn’t pull away from her. He spoke directly into her breast. “I knew you would.”

  “Did you?” she asked and pushed on the side of his head, encouraging him to switch sides. He did as she asked. “How could you know that?”

  “Because you like the kinky shit,” he said before he went back to nursing.

  She couldn’t contradict him. It was true. She had loved everything he had ever suggested in bed. He had happily gone along with everything she had suggested. She was starting to regret not telling him about her need to fuck other men. How would her life have gone if she had trusted him back then?

  “Because I like the kinky shit,” she agreed with him.

  “I can’t wait until your milk comes in,” he told her before settling in and sucking on her nipple.

  “What the
n?”

  “I’m going to drink it. You’re going to keep making it. It’s going to be so sweet. And you’re going to love it.” He didn’t want to carry on a conversation with his wife just then. He wanted to nurse on her tits, nothing more.

  “What are you going to make me do?” she asked.

  “Everything,” he mumbled into her breast. “Everything.”

  She wanted him to do everything to her. Everything.

  Chapter Three

  It only took a few weeks for her milk to come it. Her breasts swelled but didn’t become huge like they had when she was breastfeeding. Her bras were filled out to the max now and certain ones didn’t fit exactly correctly, however a few were now perfect. Angie had become accustomed to having modest cleavage with her very average tits, but now she felt a confidence that hadn’t been there before. She wasn’t huge. She was just…full.

  And she liked it.

  The first time he tasted her milk, Rob was thrilled. It was warm and sweet but there was not nearly enough of it. He wanted more and she wanted more to give him. Angie followed the advice on all the induction websites she had taken to browsing. Hydrate. Pump or be nursed on a regular schedule. Relax when nursing. Some sites advised regular sex and combining sex with nursing. Those were the sites that were for kinksters. Angie had her doubts about that advice, but she didn’t get to try it out because Rob had been refusing to fuck her while they were trying to induce. It was annoying, but Angie wasn’t left out in the cold. She had Marc to fuck when she wanted.

  Once it was established that she had milk and was making more—which she showed off for Rob by palpating her breasts and squeezing out a few drops of milk—she asked him to fuck her.

  “As a celebration,” she explained.

  He pulled away from her. “I’m not ready yet,” he said sullenly.

  “Geez, Rob, it’s been a month already. When are you going to be ready?”

  He didn’t answer her question directly. “Have you been—?”