The Business Trip
 by Katie

Her husband had to go away on a five day business trip.  They discussed his absence in depth and decided she would pump every morning, afternoon and night.  As much as she didn’t want to depend on the cold plastic and silicone, she agreed.  Knowing that it would be much to painful to not pump or to time consuming to hand express.

They woke up late Thursday morning, he only had time to suckle for about twenty minutes before he needed to get in the shower and she had to get the kids ready for school.  This meant her breast weren’t emptied all the way, she would need to come home and pump as soon as she dropped the kids off. 

Before he left the house, he kissed the kids good-bye, then took her into the bedroom and kissed her deep in her mouth.  He yelled “I love you all” as he walked out the door.  His kiss got her excited and she could feel her let down kicking in.  She yelled to the kids to give her a minute and she jumped in the shower.  Her milk flowed freely as the hot water hit her chest.  She hand expressed just a bit, just enough to stop the stream of milk.  She turned the water off and threw her clothes on so she could take the kids to school.

Running late she was forced to walk the kids to their classrooms.  As she dropped off the youngest child, the teacher asked if she could stay and volunteer because the teacher's aid was running late.  Of coarse she agreed, even though she knew her breast would need to be pumped soon.  They lived close to the school and she didn’t think that she would be there long.  The teacher's aid called at lunch time to say she wasn’t coming in at all.  So, full of milk, she said she could stay until school let out in two hours.

After school, she picked up all of the kids and raced home.  She only had thirty minutes before she had to leave the house again.   She locked herself in the bathroom and hooked up the pump.  The thought of her husband and the rhythm of the pump tugging on her nipples made her start to feel wet between her legs.  She knew she would have to wait until later that night to “take care” of herself, she could hear the kids fussing about being late for soccer. 

They packed into the car and off they went.  Her son had soccer at 3:00, and each of her daughters had an activity; dance, tutoring, gymnastics and girl scouts.  They were out of the house until about 7:00.  When they got home she could feel her breast were heavy, but she had to get dinner ready.  After dinner it was bath time then story time for the young ones.  Finally bedtime at 9:00. 

She was about to lock herself away in bed, with the pump, when there was a knock at the door.  It was her husbands best friend.  He had been working late and was in the neighborhood, knowing she was home alone with the kids, he wanted to stop by and see if there was anything he could do to help.  Take out the garbage or something he knew her husband did.  Not wanting to be rude she invited him inside.  They sat in the living room and talked for about 10 minutes or so when she could feel herself start to leak.  His friend noticed right away and said “I thought you quit nursing years ago”.  Holding her breast, trying to stop from leaking, she explained quickly  about their relationship.  How adult nursing was an intimate part of their everyday lives and most days they nursed for 30 to 40 minutes, morning and evening.  Telling him it was the one thing that kept them together when times were tough.           

Not knowing how to respond, he just sat there kind of dumb-founded.  So after a moment of silence she spoke up and said, “I was just about to go pump when you knocked” and continued “My breasts are so full and hot if I don’t pump soon they will really get painful.”  Turning red he said he had always wanted to taste breast milk but never had the opportunity.  Not knowing if he was trying to ask or just inform she said, “If you promise not to tell, I’ll let you have a taste.”  He looked at her for a moment thinking he was in a dream, “I promise, are you sure you don’t mind?”  She explained that it was much more pleasant to have a nice warm mouth on her nipples then a cold plastic pump.  She then explained that he needed to take in her nipple and areola and use his tongue to help massage the milk from her breast.  She took her shirt off, put a pillow on her lap (she had small breasts, the pillow raised his head to breast level) and told him to lay his head down.  He did everything she told him to. 

After she helped him latch on, she put her head back against the couch and relaxed.  Her husbands friend suckled for about five minutes, stopped and said it was the most exotic thing he had ever experienced.  He asked if he could have more, loving the feeling she eagerly said yes.  The friend suckled for another twenty-five minutes.  She told him he needed to change positions if he wanted the other side, which had been dripping onto his shirt.  He moved the pillow and got on the floor.  He pushed her legs apart putting his arms around her back, pulling her to the edge of her seat.  He didn’t need any help latching on this time.  She knew by the strength in his hands and by the rhythm of his suckling that he was very aroused. 

Deep in her head she wanted to tell him to stop, she loved her husband dearly but had always been attracted to his friend and she was getting very excited.  She suddenly realized that his hand was up her skirt and between her legs (she had forgotten to put on panties when she jumped out of the shower that morning).  He slowly pushed in one finger, then two and was moving them in as far as they would go, she came instantly.  He knew that he wanted to fuck her but didn’t want to stop drinking down her warm sweet milk.  He kept his fingers deep inside.  When the milk flow stopped, he looked up at her, smiling.  She smiled back and was about to speak when he kissed her deep in her mouth, teasing her lips with his tongue.  He knew that was how she liked to be kissed because they had snuck a kiss years before, one drunken night after her and her husband were married.

He kissed her long and hard.  He placed his hands on the outside of her thighs, pushing her skirt up to her waist.  He held her waist in his hands and pulled her so that her ass was hanging off the couch.  He pushed her legs as far apart as they would go and just looked at her.  Gazing at her smooth, shaven lips he saw she had a piercing (the hood of her clit, a well kept secret), he kissed her in excitement.  Moving his head down her body, he bit on her nipples, giving a small suckle. Moving his head down more, he licked between her lips, feeling the small piece of jewelry on his tongue.  Tasting her sweet nectar, he pushed his tongue inside.  He pushed his fingers inside, alternating his tongue with his fingers.  She couldn’t take it any more and came hard.  Her breathing was heavy, he worked his way back up her body, kissing her again. 

She whispered to him, “I want to feel you inside of me”.  She took his shirt off and he stood up to take his jeans off.  She sat up more and grabbed his cock in her hand, then slowly took it deep in her mouth.  She sucked and teased it with her tongue, stroking it back and forth with her hand.  She knew that he wouldn’t last much longer.  She stood up and he said, “bend over so I can fuck you good and hard”.  She bent over and put her hands on the back of the couch.  He grabbed his cock and guided it to her opening.  He stood there for a moment quiet and still, then slammed his cock as far inside her as was possible, she moaned and came fast again.  He slide his cock in and out slapping his stomach to her ass every time.  He reached his hand around to her clit and started rubbing and pulling at her piercing, he could feel his excitement coming to a point.  He pushed his cock in deep and stood still for a moment.  He slowly started to pull out his cock, stopping just before it was out.  Teasing himself (and her), he’d go in a little, then pull back, until finally he slammed his cock all the way in, exploding, he came hard inside of her.

They both fell onto the couch, breathing heavy, yet silent.  Without saying a word, they both put on their cloths.  She walked him to the door, just as he was on his way out he turned and grinned.  “I’ll stop by to check on you tomorrow”.  She smiled back and said good night and that would be just fine.  They both slept with devilish smiles that night, rightfully so.

- Katie

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