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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
She knew by the strength in his hands and
by the rhythm of his suckling that he was very
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
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
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
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
She bent over and put her hands on the
back of the couch.
He grabbed his cock and guided it to her
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
both slept with devilish smiles that night,
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