But at the same time he needed to demand something else of her. That’s where his long-term obsession with lactation came into place. He hadn’t been able to ask her for that before. When he found her in bed with Marc, the request came very easily.
And at the same time he couldn’t articulate his desire to encourage her to keep cheating on him. In fact, he made it seem like he wanted her to stop because that was the proper way of it. It was fine. It worked out. She kept cheating on him anyway.
While he knew his sex drive was lower than hers, somehow her cheating increased his libido. But instead of funneling that libido into his wife’s pussy or ass or mouth, he instead found himself jerking off on an almost daily basis.
Rob knew the situation he had created was fucked up, but he couldn’t figure out a way to make it stop. And he didn’t want to.
All the thoughts running through his head were wiped away when his wife ran her fingers through his hair. He liked when she did that while he nursed from her. It was probably an unconscious gesture, but that didn’t make it any less loving. “Are you getting enough milk, honey?” she asked him.
He nodded his head a little, shaking her breasts. She had gotten better at hiding her infidelities, which was both exciting and annoying. Her breasts were always full when he laid down with her. They had stopped sucking away her milk. Either she had forced them to stop or they had lost interest in his specialized kink. Gone were the occasional bruises and bite marks that marred her skin from vigorous sex and over-eager lovers. But she still hadn’t learned to take a shower before coming back to him. Or maybe she knew and just wanted to taunt him with the smell of her lovers. Or maybe she did shower and the powerful scent of her lovers was just too much for a simple shower to overpower.
Letting her nipple fall from his mouth he said, “You’ve got lots today.” He pressed on the underside of her breast, making the milk spray out in a little fountain which he caught in his open mouth. It was little more than a party trick and not very satisfying to either of them, but he still liked to try it every once in a while.
“I made sure to make enough for you today,” she smiled down at him. She pressed her thigh between his legs, feeling his hard cock. They were lying on the bed together, half undressed, getting ready for bed before the mood struck Rob and he pushed her down onto the mattress to nurse before pulling on any pajamas. Normally he nursed from her just before they went to sleep. “Want to fuck when you’re done?” she offered eagerly.
Her constant requests to get him to fuck her again—plain, simple cock in pussy sex—confused him. She was getting plenty of sex from Marc—and presumably her other lovers—so why would she want it from him as well? He had decided to experiment with his wife in other ways she wasn’t accustomed to. And neither was he.
What he didn’t know was that while Angie had fucked Marc and Lisa earlier that day, she had made sure they didn’t suck away any of her milk. She had to keep her affair with them as secret as possible from Rob. He knew she was cheating on him, but she was polite enough to be discrete about it.
“No,” he said, taking a breath between suckling. “Not yet.”
She grunted in annoyance. “If not now, then when?”
Rob was irritated by her question. She was getting all the sex she needed from her lover. What did it matter if he fucked her or not? “When I’m ready for you again,” he said, speaking into her wet, milky breast, but at the same time he thrusted his hand between her legs and found her wet.
She inhaled sharply when his hand found her pussy, but she didn’t push him away. She welcomed his fingers into her body. “I’m ready,” she told him unnecessarily. “I’m ready for you to fuck me.” Rolling her hips, she rubbed her clit on his fingers.
His only response was to grunt into her breast and suckle some more. It felt good and she didn’t complain. There was no reason to complain at the moment. His fingers in her pussy and against her clit felt good. Maybe Angie should have been a bit embarrassed at how much she needed to have sex, but she was enjoying this phase of her lift and there was no reason to stop it.
As his fingers moved faster within her, the milk in her tits flowed faster and easier. Maybe it wasn’t real sex, but it was good sex. Angie’s panting and noises confirmed that. Rob would have been happy to fuck her—but she had already been fucked once that day and he had his pride.
Maybe too much pride.
Angie’s noises became elevated vocalizations and then nearly a shriek which she stifled with a pillow as she came. The long, drawn out groan that followed the orgasm was the signal that she was done.
“I just want your cock,” she breathed quietly. Rob said nothing and just listened to her breathing. After a minute it slowed, became steady, and then she settled into her pattern of light snoring.
Rob got out of bed and went to the bathroom, leaving his sleeping wife behind. After briefly considering a cold shower, he instead drank some water and then splashed some cold water on his face. His cock was uncomfortably hard in his pants so he pulled them down and looked at his erection. As much as his wife had annoyed him and caused him grief and suffering, he still loved her and he had become obsessed with her milk. It was a terrible kink to endure, but it was a burden he had willingly created.
With a sigh he grabbed his cock and started jerking off. He didn’t do it out of any real need for pleasure. It was only because he needed a physical release and a way of calming himself down so he could go to sleep. Rob didn’t need to whip up any elaborate fantasy in his head; it was already there. Closing his eyes, he thought about his wife’s tits, how perfectly his cock fit into her pussy, and how he was just denying himself from her because he was a fucking idiot.
It didn’t take long. One, two, three. He clenched his jaw and ejaculated with a quick grunt. Immediately afterward he inhaled deeply and felt the tension leaving his body. After cleaning up he tucked himself back into his underwear and left the bathroom.
Slipping back into bed next to his wife was easy. She was still topless but at some point she must have wiggled all the way out of her panties. Sensing he had returned, Angie drew her body closer to his. Her breasts pressed into her back and he wanted to turn around and suckle on them some more, but he restrained himself. He knew his limits. Angie’s arm draped over his chest, only vaguely holding him next to her. If he had the courage, he would have turned to face her and said it was time for them to start having normal sex again.
But he didn’t have the courage.
And he had just blown his load in the bathroom.
He didn’t have the energy.
Chapter Seven
Rob woke up with Angie’s boobs in his face. All in all, it was a pleasant way to wake up. But she wasn’t doing it to tease or annoy him, she wasn’t even doing it as foreplay to sex. She was shoving her tits in his face because they were full of milk and she wanted some relief from the pressure. During the night while she slept was when she made most of her milk and so she woke up full every morning.
Doing what just came natural, Rob parted his lips, accepted one of her swollen nipples into his mouth, and started greedily sucking. As always, her milk was warm and sweet. It was a wonderful way to wake up. He barely even notice when she subtly shifted her position which ended with her cupping his cock through his pajama bottoms. Naturally, since he had just woken up, he was sporting morningwood. Under any other circumstances it would have been a welcome prelude to early morning sex, but Rob was hard not because of the not-so-subtle gesture of his wife but because he needed to pee.
But that wasn’t enough to stop him from sucking on his wife’s tits, nor was it enough for him to stop her from gently massaging his cock. He let her. It was easier that way. She stayed interested in him as he nursed on her because it felt good. Agreeing to lactate for him had been an easy choice; it got her out of trouble for cheating on Rob and it developed into a pleasurable daily task for them both.
“I want your cock in me,” she murmured in his ear. She had never
felt closer to any man than Rob, not just because his cock fit into her so perfectly, but because he was the one who wanted to nurse from her tits. Marc and Lisa were fine with fucking a woman who was lactating, but only Rob seemed to have a real interest in it.
Rob made a non-committal grunt into her breasts. She stopped rubbing his cock separated by the material of his nightclothes, and dipped her hand inside the waistband, pushing down his underwear, and gripping his cock. As she stroked him he didn’t let up from nursing on her tits. He became more anxious and sucked harder the faster she pumped her fist up and down on him. Even his cock seemed to fit perfectly in her hand; her fingers wrapped around it without any effort. Her fingers weren’t too short, like they were with Marc’s, or too long, like they had been with a few too many one-time lovers. It was perfect.
“Do you want to cum?” she asked him. Angie knew she was pushing him hard, but that was the only way, she reasoned, that she was going to get his cock back into her pussy the way she wanted.
“Uh-huh,” Rob muttered. “But you need to suck me first. I want you to taste my juices.”
Angie was already excited by what they were doing. Her pussy was on fire with longing for his cock. She could feel her natural lubrication started to seep out. Once Rob pulled away from her tits, he pushed down on her shoulders and they quickly got their bodies properly aligned, this time with her face in his crotch.
He was already hard so fellatio wasn’t necessary as a prelude to sex. It was just a little bonus that Angie wanted. And despite her cheating, Angie wanted to keep her husband happy. She did lover him, after all.
The precum that covered the head of his cock was slippery and salty at the same time. Angie didn’t immediately swallow it, but instead rolled her tongue all over the glans, making it wetter and tasting the unique flavor of what Rob offered. It wasn’t even necessary to get him wet so he’d fit into her pussy easier. She was so wet he could slide in friction-free. This was just fun and games and she wanted to keep him happy.
“Take it all,” he encouraged her.
While Angie liked giving head and had practiced it more than she would admit to anyone including herself, she had learned long ago the trick to a good blowjob was not to gag while sucking. Going too deep was worse than not sucking it at all. Keeping a fist around the base of his shaft, she relaxed her mouth and throat and accepted as much of his member as she could while sucking. Angie had to close her eyes to concentrate on it. Giving a man this pleasure was the first way that Angie had learned to have sex. She had given more blowjobs on couches, in cars, in movie theaters, and even in the band room in high school than she had given in bedrooms.
Judging by the sounds that Rob was making, she knew he was happy.
And then he pulled her hand away from the bottom of his cock and using the other hand on the back of her head, he pushed his cock as deeply as possible into her throat.
Angie had done deep throating before. She didn’t love it, but it wasn’t terrible. Controlling her gag reflex was one of her points of pride. Usually she did it only by special request of a lover—and occasionally Rob—and when she was prepared for it. Having to do it by surprise was not what she wanted, ever.
“You like that?” he asked her in the dim morning light in their bedroom. “It feels fucking fantastic in your throat.”
Because his cock was down her throat it was impossible for Angie to reply. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, but Rob’s were already shut. Taking both hands on the sides of her heads he fucked her face for two, three, four, and then five thrusts before he grunted and pulled back a bit.
Her mouth was flooded by his spunk. The flavor was strong and salty mixed with that strong chemical aroma that wasn’t pleasant but she had become accustomed to. Knowing that spitting out his cum or letting it drip down his cock would only piss off Rob, Angie did what she had to do an swallowed his load. The moment she did the first spurt was replaced with a second and she swallowed again. She had to swallow five times to get rid of all his cum, but Rob seemed satisfied, even if she wasn’t.
“That was fucking great, hon,” he told her and pushed her face away to roll out of bed. Kicking off his underwear, he headed to the bathroom. “I need a shower.”
Angie just nodded, disappointed, and took a sip of water from the bottle she kept on her nightstand, not because she was dehydrated, but to get rid of the taste of her husband’s cum. Knowing there wasn’t much time, her hand snuck into the bottom of the nightstand and she fished out her vibrator. It was purple and almost exactly the same size and shape as Rob’s cock. It had taken her more hours on the internet to find one that matched Rob’s dimensions than she wanted to admit. The moment the shower turned on in the bathroom, she turned on the vibrator and got down to business.
The smooth silicone phallus slipped between her nether lips and up into her pussy. It was lightly curved just like Rob’s cock and the vibrations emanated from inside and flowed all through her body. Wasting no time, Angie started pumping the wonderfully shaped and designed device into her pussy like she was trying to hammer home a point of argument like a teacher pounding on a desk to emphasize their thesis. Already as keyed up as she was, the orgasm she was chasing was easily caught and she rolled to her side, thighs gripping the vibrator, holding it inside for a moment longer to enhance the thrill of the ride down the mountain. She had her teeth clenched and face half buried in the pillow to muffle her sounds of pleasure, though she was certain that Rob couldn’t hear her over the shower on full force.
Feeling like a schoolgirl not wanting to get caught masturbating, she reluctantly pulled her second-favorite sex toy from her pussy and dropped it back into the drawer just as Rob turned off the water.
It would have to be enough for the moment.
Emerging from the bathroom Rob was wearing a towel around his waist and his hair was still wet. “Are you getting up?” he asked his wife. She cracked her eyes open and looked at him, feigning having drifted back to sleep.
“In a minute.”
He nodded and casually removed the towel to drape it over his shoulders while walking to the closet. As he moved he looked greedily at his now flaccid cock. It was the perfect size, even when not hard. It didn’t hang obscenely nor was it shriveled up like a caricature of a man. She had to remember not to lick her lips. “I should be home at the usual time.”
“Okay,” she agreed and got unsteadily out of bed and headed toward the shower, but she paused at the doorway. “When will we…?” she started to ask.
“When I’m ready,” he all but snapped at her.
Lisa was sprawled on her bed, legs spread wide with Angie’s face buried in her pussy. Though she had always considered herself sexually adventurous Angie hadn’t ever had any bisexual or lesbian leanings. It wasn’t just something that had interested her. And then Marc got her in bed with him and his wife. And then as she started lactating she had a more and greater need for sex that Rob wasn’t providing her. Since Marc wasn’t always available—like now—and she didn’t want to go hunting up another lover, Lisa would have to do.
Luckily Lisa was an open-minded and willing lover. She was open to both men and women, alone or in groups. Or so she claimed. Angie had only ever been with her alone and with Marc. Lisa claimed to have been to a few orgies both with Marc and without him.
Lisa was exactly the type of woman that strict parents—Angie’s parents—had warned her about when she was in high school.
Lisa was exactly the type of woman that Angie wished she had met when she was younger.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” Lisa cried out. Her thighs gripped the sides of Angie’s head and started trembling. The other woman kept her pussy shaved of all hair, which Angie found she enjoyed when going down on her. Strangely it hadn’t been the act, the view, the taste, or the smell that had given her trepidation about cunnilingus. It had been getting hairs in her mouth. But because Lisa was smooth, it was easy to do.
And she didn’t know why some people
complained about how difficult it was to make a woman cum. Lisa—and herself—came quite easily when their lovers knew what the hell they were doing.
When Lisa came there was a mild spurt of her juices which Angie greedily swallowed. It wasn’t anything like a man’s spunk, but it was just another human response to sex. When Lisa was done cumming she started laughing and propped her head up on a pillow to look down at Angie between her legs. Angie looked up at her shyly and licked the other woman’s still swollen labia under half-lowered eyelids.
“You eat pussy better than my husband.”
“Thank you,” Angie said politely and kissed the top of Lisa’s mound.
“Want me to return the favor?” Lisa asked as she gently pushed Angie from between her legs and started moving her around. Angie followed her lead, but sighed.
“Sure. I’d rather get fucked by Marc’s cock, but anything for a little release.”
Lisa paused. “Rob still not fucking you?”
“No!”
“I have a temporary solution to that problem.”
She rolled out of the bed and went to her closet where she pulled out a small plastic tote full of sex toys and began rummaging through it. She and Marc had an active bedroom life that on occasion needed some additional help. “I’ve been using my vibrator,” Angie said, trying to dissuade her friend. “It helps, but I like a real cock too. I wish Marc was here.”
Lifting her head up from the contents of the tote, Lisa said, “Well, he might be watching us.”
Chuckling, Angie said, “Is he really spying on us through the window? We’re on the second floor.”
“Found it,” Lisa muttered and stood up. “Of course not. He’s probably watching through the security camera.”
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