None of them were nearly as attractive or had the perfect bustline like his wife.
But still, he could look.
When he stared at the younger women, especially the ones with big tits, he wondered if they were recent mothers and if they were currently lactating. He was certain Maureen, the young attractive admin in the IT department was lactating. He could smell the milk on her body.
There was, of course, no way for him to approach her and ask the question without, at best, seeming like a creep or, at worse, getting called into HR for sexual harassment.
He supposed it was a good thing that he loved his wife. Even if they were fighting. Her tits were perfect. Her milk was sweet. Her pussy was always a flawless sheath for his cock. He should have been happy.
But his wife cheated on him.
And she didn’t want to stop.
And she had roped him into cheating on her as well.
But was it really cheating if she said it was okay.
Rob was confused. He and his wife had never discussed this sort of aspect of their relationship.
And his wife was apparently bisexual.
This would have thrilled most men, but it confused Rob.
And yet Angie also was apparently happy to let him watch and participate while she had sex with another woman.
Everything should have been exactly as he wanted it.
But he loved his wife too much.
Or maybe he was too much of an obsessive, creepy, and kinky man to operate within the normal confines of society.
“Hey, Rob. How are you today?”
Lindsey sat down opposite Rob. He was grateful for the dark sunglasses. She wasn’t showing much cleavage, just a hint, but somehow that was worse. The top button of her blouse was undone and it would have been so easy—too easy—to reach out and open up a few more.
“Hey Linds.” He didn’t want to engage in a conversation with her. He didn’t have an interest in other women. He didn’t want to be tempted.
“You seem…out of sorts.” She was looking directly at him. He looked away and wished she’d go away. Her tits weren’t huge, but they were big enough to be more than noticeable. She sat with them resting on her folded arms that were on the table. This made them more prominent and Rob cursed his kink. He also noted the wedding band on her finger. Did that make her safer or more dangerous.
“Yeah. Not having a good day.”
“Why’s that?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Sure I do, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked.”
“Just an argument with my wife. No big deal. Typical marriage stuff.”
“Ah. Well, if things get bad enough you can always divorce her and find a much younger woman.” Rob gaped at her and she laughed. “I was kidding. Sorry. I have a terribly dark sense of humor.”
“Yeah…”
“I’m sure things will work out between you two.”
Rob grimaced and tried to turn it into a smile. “Yeah. Sure.”
“I’d give you some advice, but I’m not the sort of person who does that. I don’t want to get blamed for any bad outcomes.”
That was enough to make Rob almost smile. “Thanks. I appreciate that—” He cut himself short and shoved his hand into his pants pocket in automatic response to his phone buzzing. He pulled it out and his eyes went wide at the picture attached to the text message. Clearly he needed to change the settings on what showed on the lock screen.
“Problem on the production floor?” Lindsey asked. She recognized the company issued phone he was using.
“Ah…no. Text from my wife.”
Lindsey gave a nod. “Is she apologizing or are things worse?”
Rob glanced up from the phone. “Yeah. Apologizing.” He shoved the phone back into his pocket and stood up. “Sorry. I’ve gotta go.”
Lindsey just nodded and started eating her lunch. She took her time and then went back to her cubical in the IT office. Most of the plant employees who were issued company phones used them as personal phones as well. It was one of the perks of the job. What they were all told and what they all forgot was that the company had complete access to the contents of the phone. Most of the time that wasn’t a problem and the company couldn’t access banking apps or break through password protected information, but company emails and messages were easy to access.
If everyone in IT or anyone in HR knew what a snoop Lindsey was, they never would have given her access to the company’s phone information. As it was, she had complete access; it was part of her job. When she was bored, she went browsing through private text messages. Most of the time, it was bland, work related stuff, but she had a suspicion about Rob.
She was right.
“Huh,” Lindsey said as she viewed the picture. It was two women, both fairly attractive. She presumed that one was Rob’s wife and the other was…her girlfriend? Both were naked, or at least topless. The picture was a selfie and showed them from the waist up. The dark-haired one was sucking on the brunette’s tit. The dark-haired woman’s face was visible in profile and her eye was closed. Maybe she was unaware the other woman was taking the picture, though that seemed unlikely. The one taking the picture—the one having her tits sucked on—was clearly enjoying it judging by the big smile on her face. Only the lower half of her face was visible, but clearly there was no shame here on either of their parts.
A short message accompanied the picture. Wish you were here.
“Well, either he’s going to his lawyer to start the divorce, or he’s going to join them.”
There was always a lag in the system, so she couldn’t see what, if anything, Rob had sent to his wife. Yet.
“Who’s getting divorced?” asked Nate as he wandered by her cube.
“Rob Dietrich. His wife sent him a rather…explicit picture of her and another woman.” She turned the monitor to show her co-worker.
“Nice,” he said. “But how do you know it’s his wife?”
Lindsey shrugged. “Beyond the fact that she’s listed in his phone as his wife? Nothing. I’m just guessing. Or maybe he just has a thing for lesbian porn.”
“I always knew you were a lesbian, Linds,” Nate joked, leaning in to tap her keyboard and make the next series of messages appear.
She poked him in the ribs. “You know full-well I’m a bi girl. I don’t want to limit my date choices on a Friday night. And you also know that I save the juiciest gay pics just for you.”
“Oh ho!” he declared as the next series of messages popped up on her screen. “Trouble in paradise for Rob.”
They read the messages together.
Wish you were here.
—What the fuck are you doing with Lisa?
Isn’t it obvious?
—This is my work phone. Don’t send stuff like this to me!
“He’s pretty fucking uptight,” Nate observed. “Does he think people are going to read his private messages to his wife?”
“He’s older,” Lindsey said. “Very worried about that sort of stuff.”
She wants to fuck you again.
“Nice,” commented Nate.
—This isn’t the time to have this discussion.
If you don’t fuck her, I will.
“Looks like they’re already fucking,” Lindsey observed.
“I hope so,” added Nate.
—I’m at work. I can’t leave.
Then I’ll keep her warmed up for you.
That was the last of the message exchange.
Nate turned to Lindsey. “Doesn’t it bother you to spy on the private conversations of employees?”
“Hell no,” she said boldly. “If they wanted to have private conversations, they’d get their own damn phones and keep them private.” She grinned at him. “Don’t tell me you don’t get off on reading these texts.”
“Nah,” he said dismissively. “I just scan through the messages of the lesbians. They send the filthiest pussy pics I’ve ever seen.” He laughed and walked away.
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Frowning, Lindsey scrolled backward through the many messages between Rob and his wife. Officially what she was doing was breaking the rules, but no one would know. Or if they did know, they were like Nate and didn’t care.
It took her a few minutes, but she discovered Rob’s secret. He wasn’t working very hard to hide it. “You kinky fucker,” she said aloud.
Most of the messages back and forth between Rob and his wife were dull and boring. Household stuff. Reminders to pick up something at the store. School meetings. But interspersed with them was plenty of sexting.
My tits are aching. You didn’t drain them this morning.
I think I need to get breast pads so I don’t leak through my shirt.
—Your milk was extra sweet this morning.
—God I love your tits.
“No wonder you were staring at my tits,” she said softly, her lips pursed. “And those shades weren’t working as well as you thought. I could see your eyes tracking every pretty girl who passed by.” She surreptitiously slipped a hand inside her blouse to caress her nipple through her bra. “Did you make your wife’s tits grow?”
Rob came home to find his wife in bed wearing a silky blue nightgown that plunged far too low to be practical for anything other than seduction. The lace that formed the cups to contain her tits clearly showed her erect nipples through the thin material.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said when he walked into the bedroom.
“We can’t keep doing this, Ang.”
“Having sex? Nursing?”
“You know what I mean.”
She ignored his comment. “I’m not wearing any panties and my tits are full. I need to be nursed.”
“Did you have to send me those messages and that picture of you and Lisa?”
“It’s harmless,” she said, sprawling on the bed, parting her thighs, sliding one hand up the inside of one.
“Did you have sex with her today?”
Angie cocked her head to the side. “Yes. And most men would be thrilled to know their wife was bi.”
“And you screw around with men too!”
“Just Marc. And if you want to stay married to me, that’s how it’s going to have to be.” She smiled at him. “And you need to nurse me,” she all but begged him. “Lisa drank some of my milk today but not enough. I’m bursting.” She slid one thin strap down her shoulder to expose her breast to him.
Rob found his eyes staring at his wife’s puckered nipple. It was a sight he had seen hundreds, thousands of times before, but it still caused an automatic response in him. His cock hardened and he knew he was going to suck and then fuck her. He was as trapped by his kink as she was.
Slowly he crawled onto the bed with her. “Why do you do this to me?”
“Because you did this to me,” she said, offering him her breast. He latched onto her nipple right away and began nursing. The sweetness filled his mouth and he pressed his body to hers. As he nursed, Angie helped him remove his clothes until he was down to his underwear, his hard cock pressing against her thigh. She kept on her silky nightgown and led his hand between her legs to prove to him that she wasn’t wearing any panties, as promised.
It was almost an act of a household chore. Her tits were full of milk and needed to be drained. Rob was the man to do the job. It wasn’t thankless, but it was a necessary duty. When her tits were empty of milk, he pulled off his underwear, climbed on top of his wife and, with his hard cock, started fucking her.
She was just as complicit. Her cheating ways had gotten her into her difficulty…even if she had liked that difficulty…and she was keeping it going. Yes, it felt good when her tits were nursed on and she loved how it made them fuller and more perfectly shaped, but she could have stopped it at any point. All she had to do was give up fucking Marc…and Lisa…and another other person other than Rob.
Still…the sex was good.
Chapter Thirteen
This time they were over at Marc and Lisa’s house. It was a nice place, but Rob couldn’t focus on the details of interior decorating or kitchen renovations. This time it was supposed to be dinner first followed by…followed by entertainment. At least that’s what Lisa and Marc had promised. Rob knew what entertainment meant. It was sex. Sex for all four of them.
Rob knew he should have been eager, but he wasn’t.
He could hear the women laughing in the kitchen. In the living room there was an uncomfortable silence between Marc and Rob. He stared at the drink in front of him. Rob wasn’t much of a drinker. Maybe if he downed the alcohol, he’d be able to loosen up a little. Maybe it would just make him angry.
“Hey man, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Marc said.
Rob stared at the television, wishing it was on. It would have been better if it was on. Then he wouldn’t have to think or speak.
Seeing that Rob wasn’t going to say anything, Marc spoke again. “I can break it off with Angie, if you want. I can see it’s making you miserable.”
Rob looked at him. “You can tell that?”
Marc smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. The sadness he projected was palpable. “Everyone can see that. You’re obviously in love with her. Hell, every time Lisa and I…every time there’s a discussion, it’s you she wants to talk about. She probably loves you more that she wants to admit. But she’s…she’s a woman barely in control of herself. She wants sex more than even she realizes.”
“Oh, you know that do you?” Rob asked sharply.
Marc shrugged his shoulders and replied. “Yes, I do. And I’ll tell Angie no more. No more sex with me. No more sex with Lisa, because it’s killing you. But you have to know that Angie will just find someone else to fuck. Maybe it’ll be someone who is great and treats her with respect, maybe it’ll be some asshole.”
Rob looked at the other man who regularly fucked his wife. “You’re making a shitty argument.”
“The world is often a shitty place.”
Lisa’s tits were smaller than Angie’s but that didn’t make them any less fun to play with. As many anonymous commentators on the internet had observed: All bewbs are gr8.
What was definitely different about Lisa was that her pussy got much hotter than Angie’s. All women are different, Rob knew, but this difference struck him more than anything else. Maybe it was because she removed every hair from between her legs, maybe it was because her sex drive was even stronger than Angie’s, maybe it was just that way because it was that way.
He was sucking on her right breast, with his fingers crammed up her pussy, while across Lisa’s body, Angie was eagerly sucking on Lisa’s left breast.
“Oh fuck, keep going,” the dark-haired woman said, happy at being the center of attention.
Rob couldn’t believe that he had let his wife—and Marc and Lisa—talk him into this again. The only reason he had gone along with it was because of a promise. He remembered the promise that Angie had made when he had caught her cheating. He had gotten what he wanted out of the promise—but she had broken her side of it.
Promises…they weren’t always what they said they were.
“Do you want him to fuck you?” Angie asked, releasing Lisa’s nipple from her mouth.
“Oh god yes,” she moaned.
Angie looked across Lisa’s body at her husband. “Yes,” she said. “She wants your cock. Any woman would be happy to have you fuck her.”
Though Lisa was naked and Angie was down to her bra and panties, Rob had only removed his shirt. He didn’t want to think about what Marc was doing. He could feel the other man’s eyes on them, from his position across the room. Without doubt Marc had his thick cock out and was jerking to the scene on his bed.
Rob said nothing. His cock was hard, not because he was sucking on his wife’s tits and was tasting her milk, but because Lisa was attractive and willing to fuck him. It was stupid, but he didn’t want that to be the case. He only wanted to get hard for his wife.
It’s what he wanted, but h
e knew it wasn’t the case.
He could get hard for any woman, especially any woman with a nice set of tits. He hated admitting that to himself, but it was true.
Yes, they had talked him into this situation. But he had willingly gone along with it. All Lisa and Angie had to do was promise him Lisa’s tits. He already had Angie’s tits—she had willingly given them to him. Now they promised him Lisa’s—and more importantly they promised him that Lisa would happily make milk for him.
Or so she and Angie said.
It wasn’t easy.
It was never easy.
And he had fallen for the promise.
“Go ahead and fuck her,” Marc encouraged him from across the room.
They moved around, repositioned bodies. He wanted Lisa on her hands and knees. It was easier to fuck her from behind. His cock slipped easily into her pussy; she was wet and hot and practically panting for a good, hard fucking. Even though his cock slipped easily into her, it was Angie who helped guide him in.
When he reached around her body to hold Lisa’s tits, Angie slapped his hand away.
“What?”
“Don’t maul her,” Angie told him. “Besides, they’re mine now.”
As Rob started fucking Lisa, Angie rolled to her back and started to wiggle under her friend’s body. Rob watched as his wife slowly disappeared under the other woman’s body. He couldn’t see everything, but he could see enough. He could see more than enough.
Lisa lowered her head to Angie’s high mounds and got a nipple into her mouth. It had been hours since Rob had feasted on his wife’s tits and tasted her milk, so jealousy loomed up immediately. But he could hear Angie’s mouth busily sucking away at Lisa’s hanging tits.
It would take a while, but he was certain that they could get Lisa lactating. It wouldn’t be that hard.
“Fuck her good,” Marc called from across the room. “When you’re done with her, it’s gonna be my turn.” The sound of him rubbing his cock combined with the noises that the women were making as they sucked on each other.
Rob just nodded and hoped his wife’s tits weren’t empty when Lisa was done with her.
Lindsey grinned as she scrolled through Rob’s messages. She couldn’t believe her incredible good luck. The dark-haired woman was back. This time alone. This time presenting her tits in every angle imaginable. They didn’t look any bigger than from the first picture Lindsey had seen of the sexy woman, but she was promising Rob anything and everything, if anything and everything comprised of boobs and boobs and milk.
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