The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  Whatever you want, she allowed him.

  It was yet another bad decision in a series of bad decisions.

  I’ll see you Monday? It was a simple question but Ida could feel the desperation in the cold, digital letters on the screen of her phone.

  Monday, she promised.

  Chapter Five

  “You didn’t bring the pump with you?” Thomas asked, disappointment obvious on his face.

  Ida stepped inside his apartment and closed the door behind her. “Do you actually want to see me use a pump on my tits?”

  His smile was broad. “Yes.”

  She shook her head slowly. “You already have a video of me doing that.” Her amusement was apparent.

  “But I want to see it in person.”

  Her head still shaking, Ida carefully and leisurely opened the buttons on her shirt, allowing it to open wide. Underneath she wore a boringly conservative nursing bra. It was so boring when she looked down at herself she was reminded of her mother who was watching her children right that moment. Did that make her mother complicit in Ida’s infidelity? That was too complicated a question for Ida at the moment when all her energy was currently focused on her lust.

  Giving him what she was sure he wanted, Ida unhooked the flaps to the nursing bra, exposing both her breasts. To most men’s minds, it would not have been a sensual display.

  Thomas was not most men. His kink ran well into the unusual. It was more than just passing strange.

  Seeing her displaying herself like that, Thomas was fascinated and reached out for her breasts. At the last moment before he touched her, she shied back. “What?” he asked, surprised at her reaction.

  “They’re sore…and very full. I don’t want you mauling them. I want you to nurse from them.”

  He licked his lips. “That’s what I want.”

  Ida gestured him forward and placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him down to his knees so that his face was level with her tits. “Suck,” she told him.

  The moment his mouth met her nipple, her milk started flowing. There was no need for him to suckle. The breast he was attached to, the milk ran into his mouth like a faucet with an open tap, the other breast he carefully cupped and gently pinched the nipple slowing but not stopping it. The milk continued to seep out and flow over his fingers and down her skin. It was wasteful, but there was no way to prevent it.

  “Fuck,” she whispered. It felt good to have him feed on her. She needed the release. He pulled back from her first breast and looked up at her.

  “You want me to fuck you?” he asked, a grin across his milk-coated lips.

  “Yes,” she moaned, “but not yet. I’m still too full.”

  He nodded and started sucking on her other breast. The milk from that one flowed just as easily as it had from the first.

  “This is wrong,” she said. As good as it felt, what she was doing was wrong…good, but wrong.

  “No,” he replied between slurps of her milk. “This is very, very good. This is very, very sweet.”

  “We have to stop,” she begged.

  “No,” said Thomas standing up and literally sweeping her off her feet to carry her off to the bedroom.

  “We shouldn’t,” she told him, but it felt good to be in his arms about to be ravished by Thomas. She wanted it to happen. If it happened to her it was different from her actually participating.

  “We already have,” he informed her.

  From there it was easy. Their clothes came off. Thomas’s cock was wonderfully hard. It looked beautiful and fit perfectly into her hand. She wasn’t ashamed at how quickly her pussy had moistened and became a mire of carnality. On the bed he rolled to his back and insisted that she climb atop him. Together they fit his cock into her and she shuddered as he filled her up.

  It was impossible not to compare her lover to her husband, though it was an unfair comparison. Thomas was younger and had the advantage of being deeply seated in her pussy at the moment. Roger was older and it had been…weeks? Months? How long had it been since he had been intimately familiar with her body? If asked at that moment, she would have said Thomas was the perfect man for her. She would have had the same answer an hour, a day, a week later as well.

  It had been a long time since Ida had found herself in a full cowgirl position. It wasn’t her favorite, but Thomas seemed pleased to view her tits and face while they slowly fucked. The moment was spoiled when she noticed her tits weren’t drained enough and milk was still leaking out of her nipples, some droplets sliding down the underslope of her breasts and some shaking off to splash onto Thomas’s chest and bed sheets.

  “We’re making a mess,” she said, clutching her tits in a useless gesture to get them to stop leaking.

  “So what. I like it.” Thomas pulled her hands away from her breasts and then grabbed the full, fleshy organs to give both a squeeze which resulted in many fine jets of milk spraying out of her tits and all over his body.

  She knew it was a loving gesture and he relished every bit of it, but it still seemed a little extreme. Then he did it again while thrusting his cock up into her. That didn’t change her mind but did convince her that there was nothing wrong with what Thomas wanted. To be fucked and milked at the same time…it wasn’t exactly a new experience, but once she had accepted it, the act was liberating.

  Rocking her hips in a steady rhythm, Ida found her balance and swatted Thomas’s hands away from her tits. She grabbed hold of herself and sprayed him with her milk, not once, not twice, but three times. He seemed thrilled by the action.

  Leaning up, he caught one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard from it. There was a brief burst of pain, but Ida ignored that and continued to milk herself, letting the sweet milk cover Thomas and the bed and be passed back over to her body. They’d both need showers when they were done. She supposed it was good, clean, dirty fun.

  Thomas was nothing but a man and when it seemed her tits were about to run dry, he clutched her ass, thrusted hard up inside her twice more before spending his cum into her. Ida cried out at the burning sensation and shivered with delight. Every orgasm with Thomas was a new experience.

  The collapsed down on him and rested on top of his body. Thomas didn’t seem to mind.

  “We really should have used a condom,” she mumbled into his chest.

  “Oh fuck! I didn’t even stop to think.”

  Ida brushed away his concern. “It’s safe. I’m safe. Reasonably safe. It’s hard to get pregnant while lactating.” While that was true, there hadn’t been much difficulty in Roger impregnating her with Justine. “It’s better without. More sensual and…raw.” She knew she was being foolish and taking stupid risks. Ida was conducting her life more like a sixteen year old girl and not like a thirty-ish housewife.

  There was a chance that Thomas had given her a present she didn’t want, but it was a slight one and she didn’t want to worry about that now. The problem with having an illicit lover was that time was always limited. Her tits were drained and her lust was sated. Ida wished she could spend a bit more time with Thomas, but there were other more pressing concerns she had at the moment.

  Her children.

  Her (shudder) husband.

  Her need of a shower.

  Preparing dinner.

  Cleaning the house.

  Questions from her mother about Ida’s new need to watch the children.

  … the state of her womb.

  There was enough time for another kiss, for Thomas to fondle her tits, ass, and pussy before they opted for a quick shower in his bathroom. She dressed and left, trying not to think of how she had fucked up her life.

  At home she got things back to order, started dinner, and found an activity for the children that didn’t need her direct supervision. Vowing to get her life back on track, she sent a text to Roger asking if he had any special requests for dinner. Usually he would answer quickly. Today he didn’t. That puzzled her until she wandered into the bedroom and saw he had left his cell phone on
the dresser.

  That was unusual, but Roger had been rushed that morning. Or maybe she had rushed him out the door so she could get to Thomas’s.

  She couldn’t help herself because she knew she was guilty, so what was one more minor crime. Picking up the phone, she tapped in his passcode that he didn’t know she had and opened it up. She saw her message about dinner and went searching through his other messages. Maybe it was a woman’s instinct, maybe it was her own guilt, maybe it was both.

  I can’t wait to taste your cock again.

  The message was from a contact simply labeled “Her”. The message came with a picture of a woman who was topless. The picture went from her tits to her mouth, but the rest of her face was cut off. The woman’s tongue was out, tickling the corner of parted lips painted bright, slutty red. Despite the situation, Ida found the picture to be incredibly erotic.

  “Well shit,” she said aloud. “He’s having an affair just like me.”

  She pursed her lips. “That’s fucked up.”

  Part Two

  Chapter Six

  Ida looked across the dinner table at her husband, viewing him in a new light. She tried not to judge him because she was having an affair just like he was, but she never would have guessed that he was the type, but was there a type of person who was a cheater?

  Roger was blandly handsome. He didn’t have movie star good looks, but he was passable to look at and as the years had passed he hadn’t aged badly by suddenly going bald and trying a comb over or growing wrinkles that made him seem older. She knew he spent most of his time indoors at his engineering firm working on a computer and occasionally going into the field—which was really going into various processing plants—so he didn’t get enough sun but neither did he get too much.

  It was his personality that struck her as being incongruent with his status as a cheater. It was polite but bland. Roger certainly hadn’t been edgy when she met him, but their ten years together had definitely smoothed off any minor rough spots in his personality. Maybe the affair was a way for him to be more interesting?

  What was the message she had seen?

  I can’t wait to taste your cock again.

  “Thanks,” he said.

  “What?” Ida was lost in her reverie and didn’t know what he was saying. She was too busy trying to keep the two kids from throwing food across the table while lost in her own thoughts to keep up a conversation with her husband.

  “Thanks for finding my phone,” he said. “Thought I lost it at the plant yesterday. Stupid.”

  “Oh. No trouble. You would have found it when you got home.”

  “Where was it?”

  “On the dresser.”

  He grunted. “Probably put it there when I was getting dressed,” he added unnecessarily.

  I can’t wait to taste your cock again.

  How long had it been since she had tasted Roger’s cock. How long had it been since they had sex? It was definitely after Justine was born…wasn’t it?

  Sometimes she regretted quitting her job to take care of the kids, but Roger made a lot more money and it was an easy decision. It was only for a few years. That’s what she kept telling herself.

  Ida checked her phone after dinner and before going to bed. Thomas had sent her a message.

  I can’t wait to taste your milk again.

  She shivered at the message and quickly deleted it.

  In bed next to Roger she looked at her husband and wondered when it was they had last had sex. She honestly couldn’t remember. It Justine was a year old now. They had to have had sex at least once since she was born, right? On Ida’s birthday. On Roger’s birthday. On their anniversary. Three times. Three times minimum would make sense. When they first met, they had sex all the time. Sometimes several times a day.

  What had happened?

  “Want to have sex?” she blurted out as he set aside the book he was reading. He always read one chapter out a traditional printed book before bed because he claimed using a tablet kept him awake.

  Roger startled, like she had suddenly jumped out of the darkness and intentionally gave him a scare. “What?”

  “Want to have sex?” she asked him again, trying to act like her initial offer was completely normal. “It’s been a long time since we had sex.”

  “You want to have sex now?” he asked as if clarifying the situation. Ida knew him well enough to know that he was just stalling. He was good at that.

  “Yes,” she said firmly, reaching out and placing her hand on his stomach. He was wearing sleep pants and a t-shirt. She slipped her hand under the t-shirt to touch his skin. “Don’t you.”

  “I think we’re both exhausted,” he said.

  They probably were. She more so than him because taking care of kids was exhausting. But right then and there, she wanted to fuck Roger. Yes, she had fucked Thomas earlier that day, but sex with him had only energized her. “Maybe, but a quick fuck would do us good.”

  Just a little vulgarity was what she needed. Roger had loved dirty talk when they fucked all the time. She’d say the filthiest things—what she’d do to him, what he’d do to her, pure fantasies that would never happen—and he’d fuck her harder and then…

  “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” said Roger.

  “Why not?” she asked, a sly smile on her face as she pushed her fingers into his waistband with a promise of more to come. She wanted to feel if his cock was getting hard from this mild teasing…or was he soft because he had fucked that other woman recently?

  “You’re still feeding Justine and…and are you physically ready yet?”

  It had been over a year. She was ready. He was just disgusted by her lactating tits.

  “I’m ready,” she said, but her mood had changed. She wasn’t into it any longer.

  He pushed her hand away. “Maybe when Justine stops nursing from you,” he suggested.

  “Yeah,” she said sadly. “Maybe then.”

  She lay in bed next to Roger until he fell asleep. Then she waited until his breathing slowed and steadied and then faded into a pattern of inhale and slight buzzing exhale. Only then did she slip out of the bed, went to the living room where they charged their cellphones and opened his up.

  He was having an affair. He refused to have sex with her. She didn’t feel any guilt about snooping through his phone.

  There weren’t any dating or hookup apps on the phone. At least none she could easily find or maybe it had been deleted.

  Roger, however, wasn’t smart enough to delete his text message conversations. Or maybe he didn’t think his wife would snoop. Or maybe he didn’t care.

  The picture of the topless woman and the message of “I can’t wait to taste your cock again” were still there at the bottom of the screen. She hadn’t had the time or the boldness to scan back through the entire conversation when she had found his phone earlier. Now it was the middle of the night and the kids were asleep and Roger was asleep. She scrolled all the way back, skipping over every message and every picture. Ida wanted it to make some sort of sense when she started reading.

  Even so, the conversation started somewhere in the middle. Either Roger had deleted the previous texts, or they had been talking elsewhere.

  Ducking in the bathroom is gross That was from “Her”. There was no way for Ida to know the other woman’s name. No punctuation and she let autocorrect rule her texting.

  Would you rather do it in the supply room? Conference room? My office? That was from Roger.

  YES!!! And now she used too many exclamation points like a teenaged girl who squealed in her bedroom with her friends when talking about boys.

  Do you want to get caught?

  If that’s what turns you on “Her” followed that with a winking emoji.

  No. I can’t risk that.

  2 bad cuz that turns me on “Her” added a kissing emoji this time.

  How about your place?

  If u dont mind my roomie knowing

  There was a
break in the conversation. It picked up a day later with a picture from “Her”. It took Ida a second to identify it as a close up of a pussy. The caption that accompanied it said Shes hungry for you

  Blurry. That was all Roger had to say. Years ago, he had liked listening to Ida’s dirty talk in bed, but he couldn’t do it himself and he was just as bad at it while texting.

  The next picture wasn’t so close. Ida could identify tanned thighs and a blue skirt pulled up to the woman’s hips. She wore no underwear and had no pubic hair. Her labia was spread and there was evidence she was wet. Better? It was the first bit of punctuation “Her” had correctly used.

  Sexy. Roger couldn’t use sexy talk to save his life.

  Britni heard us yesterday

  She told me this morning

  She said it was hot that I was fucking an older man

  Of course “Her” was younger than Roger, Ida thought with a roll of her eyes.

  Of course her roommate was named Britni.

  Of course the two roommates would discuss their sex lives.

  Ida was more jealous than she had a right to be

  We should be more discrete. That was the entirety of Roger’s response.

  Id suck your cock in the middle of the cafeteria if u asked me

  Ida was slowly gathering clues about her husband’s lover. Single, but she lived with a roommate name Britni and most likely worked at Roger’s office, or for the company if not in his office. Her pictures indicated she was younger than Roger’s thirty five years. Probably a bit of a slut too.

  That would be a bad idea. Roger Winfield, king of bawdy talk, ladies and gentlemen.

  Wanna see what u did to me? Apparently the girl knew how to use question marks correctly, but not how exclamation points were used or to use periods at all. Had the girl even graduation high school?

  Sure.

  The response from “Her” was a picture of a rather pert bottom. She sported tan lines that gave evidence the bikini she wore were little more than a wide thong. There was a tattoo of a butterfly on her lower back, because of course there was. On her untanned skin there was some minor bruising.