She handled and licked and sucked his cock. Thomas enjoyed that. What man wouldn’t? She unnecessarily rubbed her body, especially her tits, against his as she moved around the bed, orally teasing him.
“You aren’t going to make me cum in your mouth, are you?” he asked suddenly as she firmly gripped his balls while sucking hard.
She removed his cock from her mouth before answering. “Why? Do you want to cum in my mouth?”
“If you want…”
“I know what you really want.”
“Oh?”
She let go of his cock, letting it slap wetly against his belly, as she knelt next to him and caressed her breasts through her bra. “You want to suck my tits.”
“You know me too well,” he agreed.
Ida took her time in slipping the bra from her body; it felt good to release her full tits. She hadn’t been pumping and Justine was barely nursing, so she had plenty of milk for him. But Thomas wasn’t the first one to get her milk.
She bowed her head and lifted her breast to her mouth. Thomas groaned as she audibly sucked on her nipple and tasted her sweet milk.
“I want some!” he demanded.
Ida laughed and shook her head. While sucking on herself wasn’t the greatest thrill, it was pleasant enough. More importantly what it did for her was to start her milk flowing and after a couple of mouthfuls of milk, her breast was visibly dripping.
“Not yet,” she teased and leaned forward a little to let the milk drip down on his chest while lifting her other breast and sucking from it. Again, it only took a couple of mouthfuls to get the milk flowing. The drips weren’t in time with each other, but Thomas didn’t care about that. He kept his eyes focused on her tits and the little droplets of milk that fell from them.
“Please…”
She just shook her head and massaged one breast while cupping one hand under the nipple. It made a little puddle of milk in her palm which she proceeded to rub into the skin of his cock.
“You’re a teasing slut,” Thomas complained, a smile plastered across his face.
“I know,” she said softly, lowering her mouth back to his cock and licking her milk off him.
“Let me suck you or fuck you,” he begged. His tone had changed slightly and he wasn’t just playing the game any longer; he truly wanted to relief from the tease.
“Okay,” she agreed too easily and threw her leg over his body to rub her silk-covered crotch against his cock. “Is this what you wanted?”
“No,” he complained. “Take them off.”
“But the silk feels really good against my clit,” she told him. Ida didn’t have much in the way of elaborate or sexy lingerie, but she did like this pair of silky panties, even if the bra was too tight. She was glad to have removed it.
Thomas was watching her intently. “Are you going to make yourself cum?” he asked as she continued to rub her covered pussy against his cock.
“That’s…that’s the idea,” she moaned.
The dripping from her breasts increased. Thomas was fascinated by the response of her body. Maybe it wasn’t where she had wanted to be, but this was more than satisfying to her. When the orgasm hit, her milk flow had increased from drips and dribbles to an almost steady stream. Her moan alarmed Thomas, but he didn’t complain though he did want to either bury his cock in her pussy or to suck on her tits.
“You’re wasting it,” he complained after she was done cumming.
Ida ran her fingers over her milk-slicked tits and licked them off. “There’s plenty more,” she said and repeated the process, this time offering her fingers to Thomas.
He sucked eagerly, tasting the sweet milk. His body was covered with what had escaped her tits and though it was pleasant to have on his skin, he’d rather it was in his mouth.
“Do you like this?” she asked.
“Uh-huh.”
She paused and considered what they were doing. It had occurred to her that good fortune—and the miracles of the internet—had brought them together but she got her milk-engorged tits through pregnancy and childbirth. How did Thomas acquire his kink for lactation?
“Why do you like this?” She offered up her tits, lifting them, but keeping them just a few inches away from his face.
“I don’t know.”
“It’s pretty specific kink,” she said.
“Yeah…so?”
“Have you done it with other women?”
“You’re ruining the mood.”
“Have you done it with other women?” she repeated.
He shook his head a little. “Not really. I’ve played around with a couple of women who said they were into it and we tried to get them to lactate…but it never worked out. Yours is the first I’ve ever really tasted.”
“Oh.” She considered that and smiled. “Want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!” his eagerness was overwhelming.
“Or would you rather suck my tits?” she asked, leaning forward a little more, but still keeping her nipples just out of reach of his mouth.
“Both. Either.”
Ida rolled backwards and peeled her panties off. The crotch was soaked. As she climbed back on Thomas, it was a little more difficult than usual getting his cock into her pussy because she was used to his help. Once she found the angle, she slid right down his length because she was sufficiently wet.
“You like that?”
“Uh-huh.”
She leaned forward and offered her tits to his face. Thomas didn’t need anything more than that. He latched on and eagerly started sucking. She smiled down at him and had a moment to caress the side of his face before he began lifting his hips up into her, fucking from the bottom. She allowed him three hard thrusts where she tried to control him, but then found it was like riding a wild bull.
It was an enjoyable ride. Ida was forced to clutch Thomas’s head to her chest to maintain some type of control and balance because he was mostly out of control. She wondered what it would have been like if he hadn’t been tied firmly to the bed. Maybe it would have been less fun, maybe it would have been that much rougher. Either way it didn’t matter because between his mouth and his cock, it was more than enough to make her cum.
The moan she made as she came almost frightened Ida. It felt so good to cum that way, barely in control and certainly not with any dignity. They had passed from the arena of playing and indulging in a little kinky fetish to fully embracing side of the sexuality that was most definitely perverse.
Neither minded it.
When Thomas came, it was like he forced her to cum again when she wasn’t ready. That was fine with Ida. Her third orgasm was short and powerful. She collapsed against him and let him finish himself with a final few thrusts into her pussy.
“Enough?” she asked him as he cock slipped free.
“I can never get enough of your milk,” he told her. His head burrowed down further, seeking out her breast. Tied up as he was, he couldn’t get all the way, but she leaned further forward and allowed him to nurse on her for a minute. His cock has slipped out of her pussy and she could feel his cum start to leak out onto his belly. Neither minded it.
“My arms are starting to go numb,” he mumbled into her breast after a few minutes.
Ida groaned with annoyance. While she doubted she could cum again just from him nursing, but her breasts weren’t empty yet and she wanted Thomas to empty them before she went back to Roger.
There was the problem of the breast pump.
The breast pump was surprisingly easy to sell online. She didn’t get as much as she had hoped for it, but it was just about enough. Maybe she could have gotten more if she had sold it on a wider auction, but she wanted to get rid of it to take away too many temptations and force along something else.
Once the payment was secured, she passed along the money to Betty. The drawing that Betty sent in return was everything that Ida could have hoped for. It wasn’t a photorealistic drawing because that would be pointless. But neither was it an o
verly artistic interpretation. It was undoubtedly Ida and the look of ecstasy on her face was revealing at she balanced herself on the drawing of Thomas with one hand while spraying down his body with milk from her breast, squeezed with the other hand. It was sexy and lewd and erotic and pretty and colorful and arousing and it made Ida want to stare at it while she shoved her hand down her very-mommy yoga pants while massaging her clit so that she could cum that an under-sexed suburban housewife.
Except she wasn’t undersexed.
And the drawing was delivered in the middle of the day so her kids were there.
And it was the final straw that would break the back of her marriage.
Or maybe repair it.
Or at least force Roger to end his stupid affair with Betty.
It surprised Ida how much it bothered her that Roger was still fucking Betty. Yes, she was still fucking—and sucking—with Thomas, but she tried to ignore her hypocrisy in her emotions. It should have been fine with Ida that her husband had a lover because she did as well, but somehow it didn’t work out that way in her mind.
Maybe it was because if she gave up Thomas, she’d have to give up the enjoyment she got out of being nursed. That part of her life would be gone forever and that felt like a bigger sacrifice than she was willing to make.
After staring at the drawing for half an hour, she hid it in the back of her closet, carefully re-wrapped in the padded and reinforced mailer it had arrived in. It might have been a foolish waste of money, and it might not be cultured art, and it might be the end of her marriage, but Ida knew what she liked and she liked Betty’s drawing of her nakedly riding her boyfriend’s cock while covering him in her milk.
There were a few more meetings between Ida and Thomas. She loved every one of them. The sex was good and Thomas knew how to drain her tits and make her feel alive. Somehow just the act of nursing put her in a better mood. She knew the chemistry of it—nursing forced her body to release certain hormones which put her in a better frame of mind…and it also forced a bond between her and Thomas, but she tried not to think about that—and so she knew that it had to stop or something would happen that would stop everything.
Being a snoop, Ida couldn’t help herself. When Roger was busy or distracted or sleeping, she would sneak a peek at his phone and monitor his affair with Betty. They were still having sex. Betty had sent him a few more pictures of herself. These were less explicit and more artsy and Ida found herself admiring how the other woman had framed the pictures and noted how they weren’t just dirty, but somewhat arty.
Ida hated herself for snooping and hated herself more for admiring her husband’s girlfriend.
Not knowing how else to do it, Ida did it in the way of far too many people who are afraid to confront their romantic partner about infidelity.
She sent Roger the video of him fucking Betty. She included the caption I know what you’ve been doing.
Waiting for his response was excruciating. She kept pacing around the kitchen while keeping the kids busy. He was at work and was probably distracted, but always at work he had had plenty of time to screw Betty. Certainly he had time to send a text message to his wife. So what if it was an accusation of cheating.
His response, when it came, underwhelmed her.
It’s not what you think.
Ida was ready with her reply.
I did it too.
With that short message she sent Roger the video and pictures of her and Thomas. It was the same ones she had shared with Betty.
What the fuck?
We need to talk when you get home.
When Roger got home that night they had the most uncomfortable dinner of their marriage. When the kids were finally put to bed, they retreated to their own bedroom where Roger immediately apologized.
“I’m sorry. I don’t have any explanation. She flirted with me. I…I didn’t know what to think. She came on to me and we weren’t having sex…and so I had sex with Betty instead.” He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked shamefully at his hands that were resting face-up on his lap.
“Did you not see the video of me?” she asked him incredulously.
“Yeah…” He chuckled. “I saw it but I didn’t comprehend it, you know? I was too worried about what you were thinking about me and Elizabeth.”
“I fucked another guy, Roger.”
“Yeah. I know. I just haven’t processed that yet.”
His inability to acknowledge that she had purposely cheated on him made her angry. “I fucked another guy because we weren’t having sex, Rog. And the important part here is that not only did he love fucking me, he loved sucking on my tits.”
That caused Roger to blink in surprise. “Really? You liked that?”
“I loved it,” she admitted happily. “It felt so good. You can’t imagine.”
“Why…why would you like that?”
She glared at him. “Why does anyone like anything in sex,” she said, exasperated. “Missionary sex for procreation is as boring as hell.” She shook her head at him and asked, “Don’t tell me that’s all you did with Betty because I saw you going down on her.”
“She liked it,” he admitted.
“You used to do that to me. You were good at it.” She sighed. “What happened to us?”
“Kids?”
“Yeah…it’s a lousy reason, but it’s the truth.”
After a long pause Roger asked, “How long have you known…known about me and Elizabeth?”
She shrugged. “Maybe a couple of months.”
“And you…and you didn’t do anything about it?”
“I fucked Thomas, didn’t I?”
“That’s his name?”
“Yeah. Thomas.”
“How’d you meet him?”
“Online. Dating app.”
She sat down next to him. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, she wanted to fuck him right then and there. They had been getting better and she decided to be stupid.
“What do we do now?” she asked him.
“Aren’t we supposed to have a screaming fight ending with one of us moving out and then get a divorce?”
“This isn’t a screaming fight.”
“I don’t want to get a divorce.”
“We should probably stop seeing Thomas and Betty,” she said.
“Yeah. Probably.”
After another long pause Ida blurted out, “I don’t want to stop fucking Thomas.”
Roger was unfazed. “I don’t want to stop fucking Elizabeth.”
Carefully Ida rested her hand on his thigh. “Do we have to?”
He turned his head to look at her. “What are you saying?”
She shrugged. “Maybe be a little more European where it’s okay for a married man to have a mistress and a married woman to have a lover.”
“You’ve got to be kidding. That’s…” but he trailed off and didn’t finish his thought.”
“That’s what?”’
“Wrong?” he suggested.
“But it’s okay for us to be cheating on each other?”
“Well, no…”
“So I’m going to make a suggestion. It’s our fucking marriage and if we say it’s okay to have sex with someone else, then it’s fine to fuck someone else.”
“But do you want to know about it?” he asked.
“We already know about it,” she pointed out.
“Do you want…details?”
She shook her head. She already knew most of the details of Roger and Betty’s relationship including the times they actually fucked. “I don’t think I need to know every detail.”
“Okay,” he said. She wasn’t sure if he was agreeing with the concept of them having lovers or if he was agreeing that they didn’t need to share details. She didn’t clarify it further.
“Now what?” she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean do we just go on like nothing happened?”
Once more he shrugged. “I suppose we could…�
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“Great.” She stood up and pulled her shirt up over her head, taking her bra with it, letting her large breasts fall heavily back down against her body. “Let’s seal the deal.”
“What?”
She posed in front of him for a moment in just her plain black yoga pants, her breasts slightly pushed out. “Let’s do it. Let’s have sex.”
Roger couldn’t think. “Here? Now?”
“Why not? You can’t get it up? Did you fuck Betty today and you’re good for the next couple of days?”
“No,” he said too quickly which made her suspect that he had which in turn made her much more eager to have sex with him.
“Then why not?” As if to demonstrate her allegiance to their new lifestyle choice, she pulled down her yoga pants and kicked them off, leaving her wearing only her panties.
“Umm…”
As he tried to think of an answer, she went down to her knees and pushed his hands aside. There was some fumbling as she loosened his belt and opened up his pants, but he didn’t fight her. When she got out his cock, it wasn’t soft. When she put it in her mouth, she couldn’t taste anything other than Roger’s natural, masculine scent so if he had had sex recently he had cleaned up thoroughly.
From there it was easy. He got hard as she fellated him. He finished undressing and they crawled onto the bed. As he started to turn her onto her back, she pushed against him. “No. I want to be on top.”
He looked doubtfully at her chest. During his moment of hesitation, she got the upper hand and forced him onto his back. He went willingly, despite the resistance. Ida was so eager to fuck her husband, to make him hers once again, that her pussy was slick and wet without any external stimulation. Roger clearly wasn’t used to a woman being on top which, made Ida further wonder about the sex he had with Betty, but she knew what she was doing and slipped his cock into her pussy, moving up and down slowly and carefully until he was fully lubricated and sliding in and out of her easily.
They fucked in relative silence for a minute, both marveling at what they were planning for themselves and their marriage. Ida had to take the next step. She leaned forward and hung her breast directly in front of Roger’s face.
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