The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  “Do you do this a lot?” Angie mumbled into the pillow.

  “Not as much as we’d like,” Lisa answered with a chuckle. “Though the next time might be more exciting with your husband. What does he think of your tits still making milk?”

  She was glad to answer that question. It gave her time to dodge the implication that Rob knew what his wife was up to. “He likes it,” she answered honestly. After all, he was the one who had induced her to lactate again.

  “That’s good,” Lisa said. “You should invite him next time.”

  “He doesn’t know I’m here,” Angie confessed, deciding on honesty over deception. It was a hard change in her life because of the thrill she got from cheating and lying.

  “Oh. Wow. I thought Marc said your husband knew you were playing with him.”

  “It’s complicated.”

  Marc laughed as he walked back in from the bathroom. “No it’s not. Her husband walked in on us.” He grinned. “So he knows.” He flopped on the bed next to Angie, trapping her between him and his wife.

  Angie’s face turned red with embarrassment. “He doesn’t know I’m here right now. He doesn’t know the details.”

  “Because he doesn’t want to know or because you don’t want to tell him?” asked Lisa.

  That question Angie couldn’t answer because she didn’t know the truth.

  Chapter Five

  The good thing about Rob working his unusual shift schedule at the plant was she had time to sneak out on him. Being married to a chemical engineer had several definite upsides. The kids had spent the evening with the neighbors and she was back hours before Rob was scheduled to be home. She was actually asleep in bed when he woke her up by slipping into bed next to her and pulling up her nightshirt to expose her breasts. Angie was happy to comply. Anything to keep him happy so she could keep cheating on him.

  “Did I wake you up?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Do you mind?” he asked before lowering his mouth to her breast. She wasn’t sure if he was asking if she minded him waking her up or if he was asking permission to nurse from her. It didn’t matter. He didn’t pause for her answer. It felt good when he started sucking and she happily curled up against his warm body.

  It didn’t last long because it didn’t take long for Rob to drain her breasts. That disturbed him. “You’re drying up,” he said. “You barely have any milk tonight.” Their schedules didn’t always mesh exactly, but he tried to nurse from her at least twice a day.

  “Sorry,” she mumbled. Although he had woken her, she wasn’t fully awake. “I need to drink more water.”

  Frowning, Rob poked at her breast. It was soft, as always. When she was flush with milk, they were much firmer. He knew his wife’s body intimately so he was familiar with how it should be reacting to his nursing. “We agreed you’d do this for me,” he said, a touch of anger simmering in his voice. “You aren’t keeping up with your part of the bargain.”

  “I can’t control everything about my tits,” she said angrily. Angie knew the right thing to do was to admit her infidelity and let Rob in to the secret part of her life, but that was too much for her at the moment. She was still processing what she had done with Marc and Lisa. Besides, deep in her heart, she loved cheating on him. She loved her husband, but he wasn’t enough for her.

  “You could try harder,” he insisted, though it was a ridiculous argument to make.

  Fully awake now, Angie countered with, “You’re just frustrated. Why don’t you fuck me and relieve some of that tension that’s obviously bothering you.” She could feel his hard cock against her leg. And even though she had just been fucked by Marc, she would have been happy to have Rob’s cock back inside her body.

  “I’m not ready to fuck you again. Not yet.”

  “But you’ll suck my milk?”

  “I…I can’t explain it,” he said.

  “Maybe I need to be fucked,” she said with more vehemence than she intended.

  “You could get yourself off,” he said. “You have your hand and your vibrator.” That was another argument they had had on and off. Rob saw the vibrator as a threat to his sexuality and she just wanted it for a change of pace. It wasn’t an argument for the moment.

  “If I wanted to do that, I’d have done it earlier. Fuck. Why don’t just fuck me in the ass and be done with it,” she complained. “You don’t want to fuck me the normal way.”

  He snorted. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you.”

  It had been years since Angie had tried anal sex. The last time was shortly after she and Rob married when she hooked up with a coworker. He was paranoid about possibly getting Angie pregnant so she had agreed to try it with him. It wasn’t bad, but not especially her thing. Now, after having gone too many months without normal sex from Rob, she was willing to try anything.

  “Yeah,” she said smartly. “I would. There’s lube in the dresser drawer. Let’s do it.”

  Angry sex was better than no sex, so by extension, angry anal sex was much better than no sex. She rolled out of the bed and marched to the drawer, pulling out the tube of lubricant she had purchased for when they wanted things extra slippery when sex had been better between them. Rob watched with sharp eyes. He was fascinated when his wife laid on her back, practically threw her legs over her head and smeared a good dose of lube on her unused entrance.

  “Well?” she asked expectantly.

  “Just like that?” he asked her.

  “Your dick is hard, isn’t it?” She could see the bulge in his underwear. “Do it or shut up.”

  It seemed like to Angie that there should have been a feeling of more romance and risk to doing it, instead of the anger and aggression she was feeling. Still, Rob knelt between her legs with his cock in his hand, preparing to fuck her in the most unnatural of ways.

  “Isn’t it the usual thing to do it while kneeling?” he asked her.

  Even though her body was practically pretzeled and her pelvis tilted unnaturally, it occurred to him to ask such a question. “This is the way I want to do it,” she told him. “It feels right and comfortable to do it this way.” In fact, when Will had fucked her ass they had gotten into the traditional woman on all fours position. She wanted to do something different with Rob. She didn’t want him in complete control, like Will had been with her.

  Reaching down to his cock, she took him in hand, wrapping her hand around his familiar length and width, to guide it to her entrance. Rob hovered over her, half resisting and half helping get into position. It didn’t occur to him that she seemed to know exactly what she was doing.

  “Are we doing this right?” he asked.

  “Uh-huh,” she answered. His question distracted her which was annoying because she needed to relax to let him in. Once everything was properly aligned, it just seemed to happen. His cock pressed through her sphincter and slowly she admitted him as he moved back and forth by fractions of inches until he was deeper and deeper in her.

  All the while Angie was thinking that it should hurt, but it didn’t. It felt rather strange, but pleasant at the same time. Her hand went from his cock to her pussy and she rubbed her clit as he slowly fucked her.

  “Is this what you like, slut?” he whispered to her. “You like getting fucked this way?”

  “Uh-huh,” she breathed back. It wasn’t much of an answer, but it was the truth. Angie liked getting fucked any way she could. While this wasn’t anything new, technically, it was different and that was good enough for her.

  As Angie’s breathing increased in speed, she could hear herself started to get worked up again. It was almost too much. Why did getting fucked in the ass feel so good when it should have hurt. It was wrong on every level…and when she had that thought, that’s was made Angie really start to enjoy it.

  “Yeah…” she moaned at her husband, looking him in the eye. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Ram your cock into me.” The words sounded stupid coming out of her mouth, but still, out they came.

 
; If Rob had any particular objection to anal sex, he wasn’t letting on. It might have been a new experience for him, but he caught on quickly and while he his libido didn’t match his wife’s he was still a good lover when they did fuck.

  “I’m going to cum,” he abruptly told her.

  Normally when they had been having nice, normal sex, Angie could always tell when Rob was about to blow his load. His cock got extremely rigid and she could feel him pulsing inside her pussy, but getting fucked this way was different. “Don’t cum in my ass!” she pleaded.

  “What?” Rob was genuinely confused.

  “Pull out and cum all over me!”

  Managing to prop himself up with one arm while he pulled his hips back and let his cock spring free of her ass, Rob grabbed himself with his free hand and stroked himself. His cock was just slippery enough, greased up with the lube Angie had dumped all over her backside, to get the right amount of speed and friction to cause his cock to erupt onto his wife.

  There were four heavy shots of cum. He felt them all as he ejaculated on Angie’s belly, with a little reaching up to her breast and the remaining dripping down on her hand and unused pussy. He made a little grunt of pain each time another spurt of semen came out of his cock.

  It was quite a sight and Angie frigged herself all the fast for it. Not much effort was needed. A few seconds after Rob came, she finished herself off with her fingers slick from her pussy, the lube, and Rob’s cum.

  “Okay,” she panted. “We need to try that again. Soon.”

  Rob said nothing. He was disappointed he had given in and fucked his wife—though it wasn’t real sex—and he was thrilled to have performed such a perverted act on his wife as well.

  From that point onward, things started to go back to normal, but a twisted sort of normal for the couple. Rob continued to nurse on Angie as often as he could. Her tits started making more milk and eventually fell into a steady state of production she could live with. It wasn’t nearly as much as she was making when the kids were babies, but she also didn’t have to deal with constantly feeding an infant or have the difficulties of leaking breasts that swollen and turned hard because of over-production.

  But Rob still refused to fuck Angie normally. She lusted for plain vanilla penis in vagina sex, preferably in the missionary position because that was easiest and was boring and dull, like she wanted things to be, if just for a little while. He had taken to fucking her in the ass and while Angie had grown to love that perverted act, it wasn’t the sense of normalcy she was looking for. Having Rob’s cock up her ass on a regular basis made things a bit sore, but she reasoned that it was worth it.

  She wound up giving Rob a lot more head than she had previously. Sometimes she swallowed his load and sometimes she let him cum all over her. It didn’t matter much to Angie. It seemed that while the frequency of their sex didn’t change, Rob’s need for the unusual had increased. One night, after draining all the milk from her tits, he was still fired up, and she hadn’t yet cum. Instead of climbing on top of her and fucking her like a husband should have with his wife, he instead straddled her body with his legs.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Hold your tits around my cock,” he told her. “I want to fuck your tits.”

  Angie didn’t mind him seeing her roll her eyes that time. “Whatever,” she said and went along reluctantly. It was no thrill for her to watch Rob fuck the space between her breasts while she smushed them around his hard cock. She could tuck down her chin and lick the head when he thrusted forward far enough, but that did nothing for her. It was different, she had to admit, but it was definitely a male fantasy. If nothing else, Rob had shown good judgment in nursing from her first, making sure her tits were soft, before attempting the silly act.

  It made him cum and he shot a modest load of spunk on her neck, but it wasn’t the dream act that either of them had been anticipating.

  Initially Angie had thought that the hardest part of the change in their sex lives would be keeping it from their young teenaged kids.

  No, the hardest part was keeping her affair secret from her husband and kids.

  The risk and the thrill of sex with Marc—and with Lisa—was too much for Angie to resist, so she gave in to temptation and continued her illicit affair with the non-monogamous couple. They were amused at her deception of her husband, but they went along because the sex was always good.

  “God they’re gorgeous,” Lisa said as Angie swiftly removed her shirt and bra.

  It was early afternoon. She had a few hours before the kids would be home from school. Rob was working, of course. Angie was lucky enough that she only worked part time because they liked the extra money. Rob made more than enough for both of them. Marc and Lisa had flexible schedules that allowed them to sneak off when they wanted.

  Angie looked down at her tits and frowned. They were a little bigger than they had been a few months ago. Right at the moment they were a little swollen because it had been since early in the morning almost eight hours since Rob had feasted upon her before going to work. But even so, her boobs weren’t huge. She was nothing more than a very full B cup, maybe a C cup when she was very full or the cut of the bra was small. “They’re okay,” she said with a shrug, making her tits bounce some more.

  “No, she’s right, they’re gorgeous,” said Marc as he finished taking off his pants. As always he was the first one naked. He was always the first one naked because he was always eager to fuck his wife and his girlfriend. “I’m a man. I know.”

  Lisa swatted her husband with her dress that she just removed. Angie rather liked the casual way they undressed in front of each other before sex. There was no need to strip one another. That took too long and wasn’t half as sexy as it should have been. It was better just to get naked and get down to business. “Thanks, hon. I appreciate it.”

  While Lisa was a little bigger overall in the chest department, and while there was nothing wrong with their size or proportions or shape or anything about her tits, somehow it appeared to both the casual viewer and to intimate lovers that Angie’s tits held an indefinable quality that made them perfect, or nearly so.

  “Hey!” Marc protested grabbing Lisa’s dress as she swatted him with it a second time. He pulled it away from her, pulled her to him, and yanked off her bra. Instead of lovingly caressing her tits, he instead manhandled them, squeezing and groping. “Yours are great too. But you said hers were gorgeous.”

  She ignored his attempt to distract her. “Yeah, yeah. But you can stop mauling my chest. You can do that anytime. We only have Angie here for a few hours.” The married couple looked over at their guest who had just pulled down her jeans and was sitting on the edge of their bed wearing only a pair of red and white striped cotton bikini cut panties. Somehow the plainness of the tiny bit of clothing made it that much more sexy.

  “I really shouldn’t be cheating on my husband,” she told them as they slowly approached her, Lisa still wearing her panties, but Marc naked with his thick cock slowly growing to point at the ceiling.

  “You say that all the time,” said Marc as he pushed her down on the bed and kissed her.

  Lisa crawled on the bed next to them to slide her fingers into Angie’s panties. “And you still keep coming back for more.”

  “Uh-huh,” Angie agreed as Lisa’s finger slipped down into her slit. She groped around and eventually found Marc’s hard cock. She didn’t need to move her hand much to cover the length of it, but that was fine. She knew it would be in her pussy soon enough. Lisa was expediting the process, slipping off her panties.

  The married couple showered their attention on Angie, and she loved it. They knew to avoid her tits; however, regardless of how much they admired them. The milk inside was for Rob and he couldn’t know about the affair that Angie was carrying on.

  At least that’s what they all thought.

  Part Two

  Rob

  Six

  Rob could smell everything on her. Her natural sce
nt. The milk in her tits. The lotion she used. Her pussy when she was aroused. And definitely the smell of her lovers when she came home after getting fucked.

  He had always had his suspicions about his wife. She was incredibly attractive and for some reason he couldn’t fathom, she decided to marry him, but she always attracted attention from other men. And she encouraged it. And he did nothing to stop it. But he loved her and as far as he could tell, she loved him as well, but in her own way.

  Inhaling deeply through his nose, Rob took in all the information he could from his wife. Her milk was sweet and tasty, as always. There was little she could hide from him with their bodies pressed tightly together, his arms wrapped around her, and her breast in his mouth as he nursed greedily from her pink nipple. All of the scents were there: her pleasant body aroma, a combination of sweat, milk, lotion, and what he could only call her essence. That was always there and always had been.

  But there was more. There was the musky scent of her arousal which wasn’t unusual. Rob’s nursing always caused a bit of sexual excitement in Angie. He was used to it and he could feel the heat of her pussy, even through her white and red striped underwear. If he let his mind wander he was certain he could feel the moisture seeping through the thin cotton as well.

  Those scents combined would have been fine. Rob would have enjoyed that. But he could smell that she recently had sex. Very recently. Within hours. Another man’s smell clung to her. And there was more. The aroma of cunt was strong on her. At first he wanted to believe her smell had changed from sex with another man, but he couldn’t lie to himself. He knew the truth.

  She was definitely having sex not just with her lover, but another woman as well.

  He had confirmed her affair with the mad—Marc was his name—but the woman was a new wrinkle. Rob should have been upset at all of this and he gave that impression to his wife. Secretly—to his horror and shame—he found the idea of Angie cheating on him to be the most sexually thrilling thing to happen to him. He wanted her to keep cheating—hopefully with different partners—but he couldn’t let her know that so he didn’t have normal sex with her. He knew that if he didn’t she would seek out sex elsewhere.