Sweet Indulgence

Sweet Indulgence

 

An Erotic Lactation Novel

Elliot Silvestri

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

Sweet Indulgence

 

Copyright © 2024 Green Bush Publishing

 

First Edition

 

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A Green Bush Publishing Book

 

The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

 

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

 

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

 

Preview

About the Author

 

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Chapter 1

 

“You’re so pretty,” said Emma, complimenting Tenley.

The young blonde had the good manners to blush, something highly apparent on her fair skin. Or maybe she blushed because she was truly embarrassed, which made no sense considering the circumstances.

“Thank you,” said Tenley, unable to meet Emma’s gaze or even look in the direction of Emma’s husband, Frey.

“Are you nervous?” asked Frey. His voice was measured and even. He wasn’t trying to seduce her or trick her; they were well past that point.

Tenley let out a nervous laugh. “Yes!” She laughed again. This was so ridiculous. Why was she doing this? She should just walk out now. Make some apologies and chalk it all up to an intense curiosity but she didn’t have the will to go through with it. Better to stop things now than when they were truly getting started and then try to leave and upset the couple.

“No need to be nervous,” said Emma. They were seated in the couple’s living room. They had a huge house. They had money. They weren’t old but they were older. Emma had told Tenley she was fifteen years older than the young blonde, but Tenley had no way of knowing if that was true. Tenley hadn’t asked about Frey’s age, but he looked to be about the same.

She had met Emma online—where else, of course?—and all communication had been through her. Tenley felt a bit like she was prostituting herself out, but that was part of the thrill. She was nervous and excited and eager and none of this made sense.

She remembered a saying from college, or maybe she had read it in a book somewhere. “Nothing about sex makes sense.”

This was the first time she was meeting Frey. There wasn’t supposed to be any pressure, but Tenley felt like she was pressuring herself, just to see what her limits were. She wanted to know who she was.

“Then why am I nervous?” Tenley asked nervously and then giggled at the situation.

“Would you like a drink to brace your nerves?” asked Frey with a smile. “A little alcohol to lubricate the social interaction?”

Tenley was about to accept the offer, but then shook her head. “No. Probably not a good idea. I don’t want to do something foolish.”

“Sitting around and talking isn’t going to solve your nervousness,” said Emma. “A little moving around is a good idea.”

“A walk?” suggested Tenley. She had driven her car out to their property. While the Holts didn’t exactly live in the middle of nowhere, it was well outside the typical suburban housing development. The house was big and gorgeous and as far as she could tell, they owned a good piece of land.

“I was thinking of something else.” Emma smiled. “Why don’t you stand up and undress so we can see what we’re working with.”

Tenley’s heart pounded in her chest. She was certain the couple could hear it. She certainly heard it in her ears. Her face turned redder.

Turning to Frey, Emma said, “Isn’t she cute when she blushes?”

Frey knew that his wife had found the girl online but still marveled at Emma’s skill in enticing her into their house. Now the trick was to entice her into bed.

“Very cute,” he agreed. “You don’t have to do this,” he said to Tenley.

“But if I don’t…” she said for him.

Frey smiled thinly. “If you don’t…well, there’s not much reason for you to be here, is there?”

“I want to do this,” the blonde said, standing up and taking a death breath. On other women, it would have made her chest look spectacular. Frey stared at her breasts. They were tiny compared to his wife’s. He speculated if she was wearing a bra under her top. He hoped she wasn’t.

Tenley was wearing a pair of tight, white leggings, sandals, a pink sweatshirt with a t-shirt underneath. She stared at the wall in front of her, looking at the abstract art print the Holts had hanging there. She felt like she should be able to identify the artist if not the subject, but in the moment it escaped her.

Without thinking about it, keeping herself focused on the art print, Tenley kicked off her sandals and unzipped her sweatshirt, tossing it aside. Emma smiled. Frey leaned forward to get a better look at the young woman’s body.

Her t-shirt was tight, form-fitting. Pale yellow without any design on it. She pulled it up and over her head, tossing it on top of the sweatshirt she had dropped on the ottoman.

Frey was disappointed to see she was wearing a cami underneath the shirt, but he could see the points of her nipples denting the soft fabric. The cami was short, exposing her belly button that was pierced with a simple gold curved barbell. Frey frowned at that, but it wasn’t really a problem.

The girl hesitated. She had two options. She knew she was going to reveal her body; her only choice was in what order and how fast.

Avoiding as much explicit nudity as possible, Tenley pulled down her leggings and left them in a crumpled pile on the floor. Underneath the leggings she wore a tiny pair of white panties. Frey admired her bold choice. He was slightly to her side and in front of her, but it was obvious the panties were not of a conservative cut. He wanted to stand up and walk behind her and see how much of her ass she was showing, but he controlled himself. It would all happen in due time.

Still staring straight ahead Tenley lifted the camisole up over her body, briefly hugged it to her chest, before dropping it to the ottoman. For a second she kept her arms in front of herself, but then let them fall to her sides. There was no reason to be modest, she told herself. She wasn’t stupid. She knew she had the sort of body others admired; it was desirable partly through hard work and exercise, and partly through good genetics.

Emma nodded in admiration of Tenley’s small breasts. Frey smiled. He controlled himself so that he didn’t gasp or moan in appreciation. There was no reason to frighten or upset the girl.

Her breasts were small, partly because her body was so lean, partly because she was young, and partly because, once more, of her genetics. Her skin was pale. Since it was spring time she hadn’t been outside enough to tan, she was pale all over. There were no tan lines. Her nipples were bright pink and unremarkable in size, though the areolas around them were on the smaller side, but that fit well with her body.

Frey was pleased to see her nipples were unpierced. So far she hadn’t shown a single tattoo. He hoped that would continue to prove true.

“So small,” said Emma. Tenley had been about to put her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, but Emma’s words stopped her. She started to cover herself, but remained calm and poised as the two people stared at her nearly nude body. Her heart continued to thump. She could feel sweat forming on her hairline where her straight blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. More sweat was forming in her armpits.

“I’m sorry,” Tenley apologized.

“Don’t be sorry. They’re gorgeous. Can’t wait to get my hands on them.” Emma gave her a knowing look. Tenley shivered nervously. Was Emma teasing or—

“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” said Frey.

Tenley smiled nervously at him. “Should I?” she asked, her thumbs now in her panties.

Frey nodded yes.

This time when she removed the article of clothing, she stared at him. It was why she was there. She bent at the waist while pulling them down. Frey had been right. Maybe she wasn’t wearing a thong, but the panties certainly didn’t cover all of her ass.

When the panties were around her ankles, she artfully stepped out of them and moved to the side, arms behind her back, forcing her chest out a little to enhance her small bust, but also so that she could fully present her nude body to the couple.

“She’s a natural blonde,” Frey commented.

Emma managed not to roll her eyes at her husband. “That should have been obvious the moment she walked through the door.”

“I like that she can prove it though,” he teased, staring directly at the narrow triangle of dark blonde curls at the apex of Tenley’s thighs. He couldn’t see her pussy. Not yet. He imagined he could see the outline of some pink lips just barely peeking out, but he remained calm. Eager, but calm. There was more than enough time. No reason to rush things.

“I thought you said you shaved,” Emma pointedly asked Tenley, her eyes focused where her husband was also staring.

Tenley glanced down at her partially hidden sex. “I do.”

“Not all of it.” Emma stated the obvious.

“I…I have in the past.”

There was no way of knowing if Tenley was lying or not. Emma felt a bit deceived. This wasn’t anything to derail what they were planning, but it was somewhat unexpected. Emma had looked forward to the big reveal and now was disappointed.

“It’s fine, Em,” said Frey. “Easily fixed. She does have bodily autonomy, you know.”

For now, Emma silently thought. “You do have a lovely body, Tenley,” she complimented the younger woman. “You should be proud.”

“I wish my boobs were bigger,” she replied.

Emma scoffed. “You won’t wish that once you’ve had to carry around boobs as big as mine for a few years.”

Tenley looked at Emma’s chest. The older woman obviously had much larger breasts, though they were mostly hidden by the soft sweater she was wearing. Her body was curvier as well, having full hips and a matching ass. She was by no means fat, but it was the body of a mature woman. Next to her, Tenley had the body of a girl.

“Stop making the girl uncomfortable,” Frey admonished his wife.

Emma smiled, back in hostess mode. “I apologize. I’m a bit jealous of you,” she admitted. “But why don’t you prove to my husband if you’re a good cocksucker or not.”

And there it was. The moment of truth. The reason she had been invited to the Holts’ home. Sex. It had started with her stripping. It was going to continue with her giving Frey head. From there…anything could happen.

She had told Emma she liked older men. That was true. Frey was handsome and friendly. That was going to make this easier. She hardly knew him, having just met him a few minutes earlier. Everything she knew about Frey was what Emma had told her.

While she had had a few one-night stands in college and some casual sex meet ups in her life, Tenley had never gone from meeting someone to a sexual act in less than fifteen minutes. It sounded like something a slut would do.

Tenley reminded herself that she wanted to be a slut. It sounded like fun. It was why she was here.

Frey unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear while she watched, unable to move. His cock was already partially erect. She was relieved it was neither huge nor tiny, but more than adequately sized. Too small would have been unsatisfying. Too big would have been painful.

She wondered if Frey had a Goldilocks cock.

“What are you waiting for?” asked Emma when Tenley didn’t move.

The blonde nervously stepped forward and knelt down in front of Frey. She knew this was an audition of sorts, for all three of them, and she wanted to do well. Frey kicked off his pants, leaving him naked from the waist down. She noted that he shaved more than she did. All of his pubic hair was missing: above the cock, around the base, and on his balls. He was completely smooth.

When she reached out to take his manhood in hand, Tenley realized he must have shaved recently. There wasn’t any stubble.

As she leaned forward she could smell his masculine scent. It wasn’t at all unpleasant; it was exactly what she wanted to smell. It was perfect. She opened her mouth and slid his cock between her lips. Tenley made an effort to take as much of him into her mouth and down her throat on the first go.

“Impressive,” Emma purred as she watched. “You don’t have to swallow all of him. Focus on the head and balls,” she suggested. “He likes that.”

Tenley backed off and nodded. She had left a good deal of her saliva all over his cock. It was harder now. Bigger with a reddish cast to the skin. She licked her way up from the balls, focusing on the sensitive underside before twirling her tongue around the ridge of his head and then sucking the soft glans.

“Oh, she’s no virgin,” chuckled Emma.

Frey just groaned in appreciation of her technique.

If her mouth hadn’t been full, Tenley would have smiled. She liked the compliment. She liked to give head. She liked to please her partners even, as in this case, she barely knew her partner.

Emma changed her seat on the couch to get a better view of Tenley’s oral skills. In doing so she hiked up her skirt and tucked her hand into her panties, holding her pussy, but not truly masturbating and rubbing herself. She felt her heat. She felt how wet she was.

“You aren’t going to cum too fast, are you, hon?” Emma asked her husband, reaching out to him with her other hand, intertwining her fingers with his.

“No…”

“But you want to cum,” she pointed out, leaning in and kissing him.

“Always.”

“I want you to cum,” Emma continued and pulled her hand out of her panties, offering her fingers to Frey. He sucked them, tasting her pussy. “But I want you to cum in her pussy.”

Frey groaned again, pulling his head away from Emma’s fingers and then grabbing Tenley’s face between his hands and forcing her back off his cock. “I’m going to fuck you,” he told her. “Turn around. Get on the couch on your hands and knees.”

Tenley would have done anything Frey ordered. She had worked herself up into a lusty frenzy; she would have done anything if it meant sex.

Smiling, eager, she got on the couch, arched her back, and presented her ass and pussy to Frey.

He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside before reaching between her legs. He was pleasantly surprised by what he found. Not only was her pussy hot, but it was wet as well. It was easy for him to slide a finger inside her. She trembled when he did.

“You like that?” he asked her.

“Uh-huh. I’d like your cock better…”

“I bet. Are you a slut?”

Tenley shook her head. “No, not me.”

Emma snorted in derision. “She’s also a terrible liar. But does she have a good pussy?”

“Hot. Wet. Tight,” reported Frey.

“Too tight?”

“No. Just right.”

Frey experimentally moved his finger back and forth inside Tenley. She swayed her hips side to side in response. She was no innocent.

“You do like that,” he declared and added a second finger. Frey didn’t have huge hands. Two fingers was nothing like his cock.

“More,” she begged. “More. Please. I want your cock.”

“Uh-huh.” Frey was in no rush. He liked seeing her exposed this way. He wondered what her limits were. There was only one way to find out.

Adjusting the angle of his hand he nearly pulled his fingers out of her, but then carefully pushed them back inside. This time he pressed his thumb against her anus. The ring of muscle tensed up against the unexpected invasion, preventing penetration.

“Don’t tell me that you’ve never had your ass played with,” Frey chided her.

“Yeah…” she moaned. The intent of her words were unclear.

“Just relax,” he told her, pulling his fingers out again. This time he smeared some of her amrita against her back opening before repeating the move.

Tenley told herself that this was what he wanted from her. She told herself that she liked this. All of this. If it was unnatural, then that was so much better.

His thumb pushed by the sphincter and nestled inside her ass.

“Isn’t that better?” asked Frey.

Tenley only moaned.

“She likes it,” he reported to Emma.

“Clearly. Are you going to fuck her ass or her pussy?”

“Pussy. Anal is more of a second date activity, don’t you think?”

Emma rolled her eyes at him. “Sure. Just be sure to make her cum before you do. I love to see them when they cum.” Emma had once again made herself comfortable on the couch where she could watch her husband at work. Her skirt came up and her hand went back into her panties. With a quick glance Frey confirmed that, this time, judging from the motions under the thin material, Emma was most definitely masturbating

After withdrawing his digits from her holes, Frey adjusted Tenley’s position slightly, took his cock in hand, ran the head up and down her slit, moistening it with her amrita and exploring her folds, before he pushed into her.

Tenley moaned as he filled her up. He didn’t have a huge cock. He didn’t need to. Her tight, young pussy surrounded and gripped him as he pushed in and out, a little deeper with each stroke, until he was all the way in. He gripped her hips and steadied her.

“You have the hottest pussy I’ve ever fucked,” said Frey as he got down to business.

Tenley wanted to respond, but her words were knocked out of her mouth when he shoved his cock all the way into her. She gasped and she loved it.

“Little girl likes it rough,” moaned Emma as she watched and masturbated. She was used to this. She liked to watch her husband fuck other women. It was the hottest thing in her sex life.

Well, that and everything else.

“Nice…tight…little…pussy,” said Frey as he punctuated each word with a thrust from his cock.

Tenley was moaning and breathing heavily. She liked sex and while she had been nervous about doing this, she never expected that she would have liked it this much. She didn’t need both hands to support her body. Mimicking Emma, she put her hand down between her legs, found Frey’s rigid cock, reached lower to caress his silky smooth balls, and then went back up to her clit which she happily rubbed while he fucked her.

Frey didn’t care that she played with herself. It was the sort of thing he normally encouraged in his partners. He wanted them to enjoy themselves, if they needed a finger or vibrator on their clit to cum, then he was happy to supply one or both of those needs.

Tenley wasn’t uptight or frigid. She had long ago learned how her body worked during sex. She knew that men liked it when she came. They always saw it as a compliment to their skills and technique.

When she came, her pussy clamped down on Frey’s cock. It didn’t stop him from continuing to fuck her while she came, but he definitely felt the change. He appreciated the intensity of her orgasm.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed when the orgasm had subsided.

Emma slowed the pace of her fingers. “What are you sorry for?”

“For cumming!” Tenley was on the verge of tears while Frey continued to fuck her. He wasn’t going to stop just because she was having an irrational emotional reaction.

“Oh, honey, we want you to cum. We want you to cum a lot.” She reached out and stroked Tenley’s face, tucking a lock of hair behind the woman’s ear.

Tenley was unable to do anything in response; she was already moving toward another orgasm.

“She’s very pretty when she cums,” Emma told Frey, resuming masturbating. “A wonderful mix of pain and pleasure and stress and relief.”

“How many times do you want me to make her cum?” he asked his wife.

“At least five,” Emma said, giving him a challenge to meet. “I mean, if a woman can’t cum that many times when getting fucked, is she really a woman? Is she really worth fucking?”

Tenley wanted to dispute that assessment of her sexuality, but she was already peaking a second time. Emma laughed in delight. She wanted to kiss and caress the distressed blonde, but she hung back. Tenley was in a stressful moment and the last thing they needed to do now was scare the girl away.

They wanted to keep her around for as long as possible. She was pretty and Emma had put a lot of time into seducing her into the bed she shared with her husband, even if they were currently fucking in the living room and not the bedroom.

Frey adjusted his grip on Tenley’s ass and repositioned one hand that covered a pert buttock. At first she didn’t realize what was going on but then felt Frey’s thumb against her asshole again. This time she didn’t resist. He penetrated her tight entrance and she moaned.

She liked it more than she was letting on.

“You’ve been fucked in the ass before, haven’t you?” asked Frey as he slowed the pace of his thrusts. This was a marathon, not a sprint.

“Uh-huh,” she agreed. Tenley was rocking back and forth now, increasing the impact of his cock against her pussy. She also kept rubbing her clit. It all felt so good.

“Did you ask him to fuck your ass or did he ask you?” Frey inquired. It wasn’t the sort of question one generally asked during sex, but Frey had found that his partners were much more forthcoming with information when he questioned them while they were fucking. They were more honest. More open. More likely to reveal secret, hidden desires.

“He did,” Tenley moaned.

“How many times?” asked Frey. “How many times has a guy fucked your ass?”

She moaned for a moment before she was able to answer. “Too many times. Lots.”

“Did you like it?” He liked the way he could rub his cock through the thin tissue that separated her pussy from her ass using just his thumb.

“Yeah…”

“Have you ever asked to be fucked in the ass?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re a slut, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. For older guys. For guys who like to fuck me in the ass.” She tensed up and frigged herself anxiously. It only took a few seconds and she came again.

“Good girl,” he complimented her. “Very good girl.”

Tenley smiled happily. She liked being fucked like this. She could feel Emma’s eyes on her, like she was being judged, but that judgment was positive.

Frey stopped moving. His cock head was just barely inside her pussy.

“Make yourself cum,” he told her. “Bounce on my cock.”

Tenley could do that. She vigorously rocked her body back and forth. Her pussy was a wet mess now. She could feel her amrita dripping down her inner thighs. The Holts had seen how much of a slut she was. She loved sex and would do whatever was asked of her.

When Frey removed his thumb from her ass, she moaned in frustration which only caused her to frig herself harder. Her clit was throbbing painfully. She liked the pain.

“In her or on her?”

Tenley had heard the question before, but every time before it was her lover asking if she wanted him to cum in her pussy or her stomach. Maybe on her face.

This time she knew that things were different. Frey was asking Emma if he should cum in Tenley’s pussy. Or on her ass. Or maybe somewhere else.

She was smart enough to remain quiet.

“Definitely in her, she’s earned it.”

“Can do,” Frey grunted. He grabbed the young woman’s hips and started fucking her so fast and so hard it was painful.

Tenley liked the pain and how she was being used. She didn’t complain. She came. She came hard, her hand still on her clit as she climaxed.

A second later Frey grunted low and deep and she felt his hot cum filling her up. Never before had her pussy had never felt so good.

A soft noise of pleasure distracted Tenley. She turned her head just enough to see Emma’s eyes closed and her hand moving anxiously between her legs. Suddenly the older woman clamped her thighs shut and she rolled to her side, cumming softly.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Tenley came out of the bathroom and looked around nervously. Emma had shown her to the guest bedroom and its private bathroom so she could clean up. Taking advantage of the opportunity she had quickly showered but realized all of her clothes had been left behind in the living room. Much to her relief she found her clothes neatly piled, presumably by Emma, on the bed.

When she had stepped out of the shower, she was glad that the mirror had steamed up so she couldn’t see herself. She was ashamed of what she had done. The sex had been great, but doing it in front of Emma, with her husband and with her permission, was something that she had been wanting to do because the idea was exciting, but now that the deed was done, she was ashamed.

Maybe she liked the shame a little as well.

She dressed quickly, regretting she hadn’t brought something a little more modest to wear. A thong might be sexy, but it was hardly practical.

It would have been great if she had been able to slip out of the house without seeing Emma or Frey. She had done what she had come to do and later she might look back fondly on the encounter, Tenley had no intent of doing anything else.

It was impossible to come down the stairs and avoid the couple. The direct exit was through the living room and that’s where they were waiting, having a drink, relaxing on the couch where recently Tenley had been fucked hard, and smiling at each other. They were fully dressed and looked like any married couple relaxing after a hard work week.

“Tenley,” Emma called to her as the younger woman nervously descended the stairs. “Would you like a drink? Something to relax you?”

“It’s not a good idea to drink and drive,” Tenley automatically said, spying the wine glass in Emma’s hand. It looked like Frey was drinking whiskey.

“We do have water and non-alcoholic drinks,” Emma offered. She stood up and walked across the room to their guest.

“No thank you. I should be going.”

“When will we see you again?” asked Frey from his position on the couch. The way he asked it more than implied he wanted to fuck her again.

She was okay with that idea, but her shame was strong. She knew she wasn’t going to see either of them ever again. It was fun to do once—to fuck an older married man in front of his wife—but she had no intention of do it ever again.

“Um…I don’t know,” she laughed nervously. “I’ll text Emma and let you know.”

Frey smiled and nodded.

Emma gave her a quick peck on the cheek and escorted her to the front door. “We both had a great time. I’ll text you later.”

Tenley just nodded and smiled and went out the door, relieved to escape without incident.

The problems started two seconds after she started her twelve year old Kia. The car wasn’t that old, but it had been through some rough years. It started just fine, but before she could move the shifter to reverse an unsettling noise alerted her that something was amiss. Tenley waited for a moment, telling herself that the car was old and this was just a new noise that would settle down after a few seconds. It was just some vibration of a loose thingamajig and it didn’t really matter.

After carefully sliding the shifter to reverse, the noise deepened and then increased in volume.

“Oh fuck,” she said softly.

Her mouth was dry but she tried to swallow. Her heart was thumping in her chest but with the worst sort of anxiety unlike it had been thumping when she was about to have sex with Frey.

Taking her foot off the brake she prayed to a god she didn’t believe in to magically fix her car.

It moved six noisy feet down the driveway before a loud bang under the hood made her slam the brakes back on. The noise was worse now. It was a rattle accompanied by an arrhythmic banging. Tenley had no idea what to do.

A few seconds later, dark smoke started to seem\p from under the hood.

She put the car back in park, turned it off, and ran to the front door of the Holts’ house.

When Emma opened the front door to the repeated ringing of the bell, she found Tenley standing on the front porch shaking and on the verge of tears.

“Tenley? What’s the matter?”

“M-mh-my car!” she wailed and then started crying in earnest.

Turning her head, Emma saw the smoke coming from the vehicle. “Oh no!” She pulled the younger woman inside the house and called for Frey.

 

Fifteen minutes later Tenley had calmed down some. The car had stopped smoking. She had consumed two rather large shots of whiskey and was slightly dizzy. Emma was sitting with her, holding her hand. Frey had done a quick evaluation of the disabled vehicle.

“I’m no mechanic, but my uncle was. You’re leaking oil and when I started it…” He winced. “I’m not a hundred percent sure, but it might be a lost cause.”

Tenley let more tears slide down her cheeks. “What am I going to do?!” she wailed. She wanted to stop crying, to be an adult, but this was not how she wanted her evening to end.

“It’s late, but we could call AAA if you have it,” Frey suggested. “We have a mechanic we use, but it’ll need to be towed, of course. In all honesty, I’m not sure if it’s even worth repairing. And it’s late.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s after nine. No one is going to look at it tonight.”

“You can spend the night here,” said Emma firmly. “You’ll be safe and in the morning we’ll get you home and—”

“I have to work in the morning!”

“Call in sick,” Frey advised her.

“My boss, she always wants a doctor’s note. She said we always have to have a doctor’s note!”

Emma and Frey exchanged a knowing look. “I’m a doctor,” said Frey. “A real doctor. A note won’t be a problem.”

That took the uneasy winds out of Emma’s depressive sails. “Oh.” She sucked in a deep breath. “But…my car. I can’t afford anything else. I can’t afford that one!”

Emma offered her another shot of whiskey. “Take a breath. Try not to think about it. In the morning everything will look better.”

Tenley nodded but didn’t believe the older woman.

 

The next morning wasn’t exactly better, but a copious amount of alcohol had calmed Tenley. She woke up with a mild hangover and more than a little bit of anxiety about her life circumstances. Emma and Frey were being nicer than they had any reason to be. She was completely sure everything was fucked for the moment, but she needed to face the day.

Emma had given her a nightshirt to wear to bed. They had given her the bed in the guest bedroom. She wondered if she had drunk a little more if she would have fucked Frey again.

When she came downstairs she found the couple in the breakfast nook next to the kitchen eating the morning meal. She flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry about last night,” she apologized right away.

“You’re apologizing for your car breaking down?” Frey asked.

“Yeah. I should have something more reliable.” She sighed and sat down at the table. A cup of coffee was waiting for her but she didn’t want it. “How am I going to get that heap of junk out of your driveway?” she mumbled to herself.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Frey. “Brian, our mechanic, already towed it away.”

“What?!” Tenley erupted.

“Relax,” Emma told her, patting Tenley’s hand. “We can trust Brian. If it can be fixed, he’ll fix it. If not…we’ll worry about that if it comes to that.”

The slightly built blonde was on edge, ready to cry again. “You can’t imagine how much I need that car! Without it…I can’t go to work! I can’t live! Right now I need to call my boss and tell her that I won’t be in to work on time and—”

“Call in sick,” Frey told her. “Call in sick and I’ll give you a note from my practice.”

She looked at him. She looked at her watch. It was seven a.m. If she somehow managed to leave right now, race to her apartment, change, and then race to work, she might only be an hour late.

“What type of doctor are you?”

“Ophthalmologist.”

“An eye doctor?”

“That’s right. I’ll make up a vision problem for you. Take the day off. You deserve a sick day.” He also glanced at his watch. “I do have to work today, but Emma doesn’t have to be anywhere until noon, right hon?”

“That’s right. I’ll take care of you,” she assured the young woman.

Tenley nodded. “That’s so…kind of you.”

 

“I can’t,” said Tenley while she sat in the driver’s seat of the old but well-maintained Mustang. “This is too much.”

“We’re just letting you borrow it until you find something else to drive.”

Tenley laughed and immediately slapped a hand over her mouth because she didn’t want to suddenly start laughing hysterically.

“Like I can afford anything right now.”

The bad news had been delivered by Brian a couple hours earlier. Her Kia was officially dead, unless she wanted to go for an engine rebuild for over five grand. He did offer her a thousand for salvage value. After an hour of crying, Emma had given her a solution.

“You can borrow this for as long as you need,” Emma reassured her. “Besides, I have a copy of your driver’s license—” something Tenley had insisted on when Emma made the offer “—and I know all sorts of things about you…”

Tenley nodded. “Is this your car?” she asked.

“No. Frey got it after he finished medical school. It’s completely impractical. It’s our third car that we use for emergencies and to impress high school boys.” She laughed gaily.

“What can I do to pay you two back? I don’t deserve to have something so nice.”

Emma patted her thigh. “Of course you do. And you don’t want to have to pay us back. We’d make you do such dirty things in the bedroom you’d never look at yourself in the mirror ever again.”

“I’m already going down that road,” Tenley muttered to herself.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing. I mean…if you want me to fuck your husband again…”

“I wouldn’t mind that at all. Do you mind if we set up another date?” Emma smiled knowingly at the younger woman.

“Sure!” Tenley said far too quickly and eagerly, things she realized after she had already spoken. “Oh. Wow. That makes me sound like a whore! I mean…a sex worker.”

Emma laughed and patted her thigh again. Tenley wondered if it was just a friendly pat or if Emma wanted something else. For a free car she could be a little more open minded than usual…

“Why don’t you start the engine and I’ll give you a little driving lesson before you go home.”

Tenley nodded and turned the key in the ignition. The engine rumbled to life and she felt a pleasant vibration spread through the Mustang and herself.

“Now back it out carefully,” Emma instructed.

 

“How did it go this afternoon?” Frey asked when he got home that night. Emma was cooking dinner for the two of them.

“Good. Very good. She feels indebted to the two of us.”

Frey nodded. “How indebted?”

“She basically offered to be a whore for us while she used the Mustang.”

A broad grin spread across Frey’s face. “Nice. I can work with that.”

“We’re not going to fuck her so she can use our car!” Emma insisted.

“Fine, fine. She can fuck us for fun then. Or did you manage to seduce her all on your own?”

Emma rolled her eyes at him. “No. Of course not.”

“Why not?” he asked her.

“Because she’s not that sort of girl,” Emma said defensively.

“She’s only the sort of girl to fuck a man in front of his wife but not have sex with the wife?”

“Exactly.” Emma turned her back to him and checked the oven. “We have half an hour before dinner will be ready.”

“And?” Frey prompted her.

Emma sighed. She loved and hated this. “My tits are so full. Would you please suck on them?”

Frey smiled. “It would be my pleasure. Bedroom or living room couch?”

“Couch.”

He escorted her there as she unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall open.

“You know,” said Frey as he kicked off his shoes, “if you had seduced her, your tits wouldn’t be so full.”

“Ah yes, seduce a young straight girl into a lesbian tryst and convince her that adult breastfeeding is perfectly natural. Very easy, very simple.” She seated herself on the couch and unhooked the front of her bra, releasing her tits.

Frey lay on the couch and put his head in her lap, aided with a small throw pillow. The moment his lips found her nipple, she sighed in relief. Her milk let down almost immediately and she felt a mild euphoria spread through her body.

She had gotten so used to lactating for Frey that this was completely normal to her. It shouldn’t have been normal, because it was such a strange thing for a married couple to do, but that didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that they both enjoyed it. It didn’t matter that they were both kinkier than they would have guessed when they met each other years ago in college. Every twist and turn of their lives had been unexpected. Emma liked exploring her kinky side with Frey. She liked fun and weird sex, but she wasn’t the sort to enjoy bondage and pain. An adult nursing relationship and cuckqueaning were more her speed.

They were fetishes that Frey enjoyed as well. Tenley was just another girl in a string of young women they had bedded together in a variety of fashions. Emma would never allow that she was bisexual, but she did enjoy having sex with other women…but only when Frey was there to watch and direct.

And women were so much prettier than men…

Emma felt the signs and did nothing to stop her impending orgasm. Why fight it? Her relationship with her breasts was complicated. She was uncomfortable with them being so large, but Frey loved them. She knew it was weird that she lactated, but she liked it as well. When she learned to orgasm from just nipple play, a new world had opened up for Emma.

She came when Frey sucked particularly hard on her left nipple.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed as her body trembled.

“I did it again, didn’t I?” Frey asked smugly, licking his lips.

“You know you always fucking make me cum when you nurse.” That was a bit of an exaggeration, but it was close enough to the truth.

“I’m a talented man,” he said and nuzzled her left nipple before repositioning himself slightly to seize her other nipple.

“Don’t,” she said. “We don’t have…have…have time,” she said absently. Dinner was in the oven. The timer would alert them.

Frey lightly pinched her left nipple while nursing from the right. Her body was well-trained. Making her cum a second time was easy. He eagerly drank down her milk as a pre-dinner treat. Frey longed to share her breast milk with one of their lovers, but they hadn’t yet done that. It was too strange, too weird, too kinky for most people. It was rough the night before when he nursed from her, making her cum from the nursing, while she cried out her orgasm into a pillow so as not to alert Tenley. It was one thing to watch a young woman fuck her husband, but Emma didn’t need to share with everyone that she was a lactating slut for her husband.

As her second orgasm ebbed away, the oven timer went off.

“Ah shit,” Frey complained. “I was going to ask if I could jack off on your tits.”

Emma pushed him off her lap. “No.”

“But you love that!”

She smirked at him and walked away.

He followed her and restrained her hands when she tried to rehook the front of her bra.

“I want you topless during dinner,” he said.

Though she pretended to hate it, this was the sort of game she loved.

Emma shed her blouse and pulled her bra from her shoulders. Unexpectedly she slipped her blouse back on. “No bra, unbuttoned blouse. No one gets to touch my tits while we eat, you or me.”

“Works for me.”

 

 

Chapter 3

 

Tenley took a breath and pressed send on the message she had carefully composed for Emma.

 

Tenley: Thank you so, so, so much for the car. I love driving your Mustang. What can I do to thank you and Frey? I know you won’t take money because I don’t have any, but I can do things of a more…intimate nature.

 

She followed the message with a winking emoji.

 

Frey looked at the message on Emma’s phone.

“Oh, she’s a slut,” he said aloud.

Emma looked at him reading her phone. They were in bed together. They had no secrets between them. They couldn’t. Not with the life they shared together. “Who?”

“Tenley.”

“Well, I would think that was obvious. Why are you bringing her up now?”

Frey handed Emma’s phone over to her. “I’m going to point out that she thanked you for loaning her my Mustang.”

“Mm-hmm.” Emma was non-committal on that issue. “She wants to fuck you again.”

“She said she wanted to thank you,” Frey pointed out to her. “She wants to eat your pussy.”

“She’s not that sort of girl.”

“I’m pretty good at reading,” said Frey. “I know what she’s saying and what she’s meaning.”

“If you’d scroll back up on our conversation, you’d see that she’s not into women at all.”

“Weird. That’s the same thing you said about ten minutes before I watched you eat your first pussy.”

Emma’s lips twisted in annoyance, mostly because her husband was correct on that issue.

“Do we want her back in our house?” asked Emma. “Do we want her back in our bed?”

“Fuck yes,” said Frey. “I want that tight, young, pink pussy again.”

She gave him the eye. “Do you have to sound like a crude fratboy when asking for sex?”

Frey revised his answer. “It would be an incredible experience for the both of us to enjoy her body and affection again.”

“I think you just want to fuck her tight, young, pink pussy again,” Emma said.

He snatched her phone back from her. “I’ll tell her she can come by tomorrow so I can plow her while you watch.”

Emma didn’t try to take her phone back from her husband. She just watched with amusement. Eager amusement.

 

Emma: Let’s set a time for a second round. How about tomorrow?

 

Frey handed the phone back to Emma. “You set up the details with her.”

“Am I your social secretary?” she asked him archly.

“Better. You’re my lactating cuckquean.”

 

“I didn’t know what to wear,” said Tenley as she walked in the front door of the Holts’ house, escorted by Frey. “I hope I’m not overdressed.”

“I’m pretty sure we can solve that problem,” Frey said in amusement.

It was like she was dressed for a job interview: blazer, blue silk blouse, smart pants, heels. In contrast Frey was wearing a sweatshirt and old jeans. Emma was just as casual in her yoga pants and threadbare t-shirt.

It took Tenley a moment to understand what Frey had said. “Oh!” She laughed at his wordplay. “I mean, I guess I did come over here for that. Though I’m officially coming here to thank you for the use of your car.”

“My Mustang,” said Frey. He brought her into the living room where Emma was waiting with her feet up, a glass of wine in hand, and two more on the coffee table in front of her. “Emma pointed out to me that you thanked her for the use of my car.”

Tenley glanced at Emma and then turned away from her, ignoring the older woman.

“Let me make that up to you.” She kicked off her heels and luxuriated for a minute on the thick living room carpeting. It must be nice to be well-off, even rich, she thought as she shrugged off her blazer.

“How are you going to do that?” Frey asked her, stepping close to her and glancing at his wife. Tenley didn’t look at Emma.

“I could give you a blowjob,” Tenley offered.

Frey frowned. “It’s going to take a lot more than a blowjob to thank me for the use of my pride and joy.”

Tenley started to unbutton her blouse. “I can start with a blowjob and we can go from there,” she said.

Frey nodded, but grabbed her wrists. She had only undone two buttons, showing a tiny bit of cleavage, but he wanted her to remain dressed. “That sounds good. But you don’t need to undress to give me a blowjob.” He released her arms.

“Okay,” she agreed and lowered her hands to rest them on his waist. “May I help you out of your clothes?”

“Of course.”

The act of undressing a man she barely knew was oddly arousing and intimate. Under his sweatshirt he wore an old college t-shirt. Both of those were easily removed. For an older man, he was in surprisingly good shape. He watched as she ran her hands down his chest. When he glanced away, she knew he was looking at his wife, but she stayed firm in her resolve to ignore Emma.

When her hands reached his waist she unbuttoned his jeans and went down on her knees to tug down the heavy denim. Underneath he wore form-fitting underwear that was simultaneously practical and athletic and revealing. His bulge wasn’t soft flesh. He was already hard.

His socks came off with his jeans. Tenley leaned forward and kissed his cock through the smooth synthetic fabric. She could smell his masculinity. Running her hands over his bulge, she shivered in anticipation of what they were about to do. It would have been great if he had just bent her over the arm of the couch and yanked down her pants and panties before violently taking her, but that was for another time. Today she had to please him.

The head of his cock almost stuck out of the waistband of his underwear. She had to pull back the elastic in order to free him. He didn’t have a huge cock, but one that was nicely shaped and curved and she couldn’t wait to get it inside her again.

He was hard, but not yet fully rigid. The moment she put him into her mouth, she tasted his slick precum and felt his heartbeat through his cock. Sucking caused him to shiver and she looked up at him, her mouth full and her eyes sparkling.

“Give me head,” he told her. “But I don’t want to cum in your mouth.”

She nodded a little and then proceeded to give him the most enthusiastic blowjob possible, sucking on the head, sliding her tongue along the underside, putting his balls in her mouth, stroking his perineum, using her hands to help distract him. Every trick a woman had ever used to fellate a man.

It was finally too much. He pushed her back hard enough that Tenley fell backwards on her ass.

“What?” She was confused.

Frey held up a finger and closed his eyes, getting control over himself.

“I told you I didn’t want to cum in your mouth.”

“You didn’t,” she insisted. “Did you?”

Frey shook his head. “I was close. Too close.”

“Sorry.” Her voice was small.

Stepping forward, Frey offered her his hand. “It’s fine.” He helped her to her feet. She felt short next to him. Even though he was naked and she was fully dressed, she felt vulnerable.

Tilting her chin up with his hand, he kissed her. Somehow that was more intimate than giving him a blowjob.

“Do you like sucking cock?” he asked her after he ended the kiss.

“Yes.”

“Does it turn you on?”

She blushed a little. “Yes.”

“Is your pussy wet from sucking me?”

“Uh-huh.” She was a little bolder now, but the flush to her face somehow made her prettier.

“Turn around,” he told her.

She did so. He twisted her hands behind her back.

“Grip your wrists with your hands.”

When she did, he moved her forward until she was inches away from the wall.

“Don’t look anywhere but the wall.”

“Yessir!”

She didn’t resist when his hands went around her waist and he unzipped her pants before pulling them down. With the material puddled at her feet, Frey ran a hand up her thigh. Her blouse was short and fully exposed her ass, which was on full display because of the thong she was wearing.

“Is this the sort of thing you wear to work?” he asked her.

“No. Only on dates,” she answered. As she did so, she turned her head to better address him. He grabbed the sides of her head and straightened her out.

“Don’t turn around. Look directly at the wall.”

“Yessir. Sorry.”

She gasped when he spanked her ass. It didn’t really hurt, but she felt it. It stung.

It excited her.

“Don’t make me do that again.”

“Yessir. Sorry.” Tenley was repeating herself but she didn’t know what else to do.

Frey’s hands went up under her shirt. He pressed his naked body to hers. His hands cupped her small breasts through her bra. Because she was so excited, her nipples were hard. When he discovered how excited she was, he pinched them.

She trembled and moaned.

“Did you like that?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Are you a slut?”

That question caught her off guard. “Uh…I guess.”

He slapped her other ass cheek this time. Tenley yelped in surprise but managed to keep staring straight ahead.

“You barely know me and you want to fuck me. Want to rethink your answer?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “I’m a slut.”

“I know. I want you to go upstairs and wait for me on my bed. Sit there and wait. Patiently.” Frey moved slightly to her side and indicated the direction she should go up the stairs.

Tenley was excited by this new game and willingly left the living room, all but running up the stairs.

With a grin, Frey turned to his wife who had been watching the scene with rapt interest. “Are you going to fuck her?” she asked as he approached her, cock first, fully erect.

“Yes. Of course. Are you going to watch?”

“You know me so well,” she said, slipping off the couch to kneel before him and suck his cock a bit. He allowed her the privilege.

“Just be careful that she doesn’t see or hear you,” he told Emma.

“She knows I’m in the house.”

“But I want her to think I want to fuck her more than I want to fuck you.”

“But you do want to fuck her more than you want to fuck me.”

“I know, but she doesn’t need to know that.”

They laughed together briefly and Frey gave her a kiss before heading up the stairs. Emma managed to control herself for a couple of minutes. She wanted to let them get started. She wanted to spy on them in the middle of the act.

When Emma had determined that she controlled herself long enough—about two minutes—she carefully snuck her way up the stairs.

Frey had left the door open. She knew he had left it that way on purpose. They had done this before. It still excited her. Just the sounds coming from the bedroom made her want to stuff her hand down her yoga pants just to see how wet her pussy was. She knew she was a sopping mess, but she still wanted to feel it.

And she wanted to jill off while watching her husband fuck another woman.

Emma carefully peeked around the corner.

They were both fully naked now. They were on the bed Emma shared with Frey. Her heart started pounding when she saw Tenley on her back, legs spread, and Frey eating her pussy. The young woman’s face was scrunched up in euphoric concentration. Little sighs of pleasure emitted from her lips.

Frey loved to eat pussy. Emma wasn’t a huge fan of receiving, but it was fine. She liked giving more. But more than that, she liked watching others receive. Though they hadn’t been at it for more than a minute, Tenley was gasping and clutching at the comforter on top of the bed. Frey had his arms wrapped around the blonde’s slim thighs, holding her in place.

They had no idea Emma was right there.

She promised herself she would be quiet.

After making that silent promise to herself, Emma jammed her hand into her pants, went into her panites, and felt her wonderfully wet pussy. Clamping her lips together, she resolved not to make any noise, not until Tenley came at least once.

It was wonderful to watch her husband pleasure another woman. Though she had seen it many times before, Emma never tired of the game, of the watching, of the secondary participation. This time was no different. She knew that, in the back of his mind, Frey was thinking about Emma’s voyeurism and she knew that turned him on as well, to be watched by the woman he loved fuck another woman that Emma had procured for him.

She rubbed her clit with her middle finger, running deeply with her hand over the little organ, getting her fingers wet up inside her tunnel, before pulling back and slicking her clit with her amrita. It was a wonderful process. She had to lean against the wall to keep from falling over. Her desire was peaking but she slowed and held back, wanting the cupcake to cum first.

Tenley didn’t disappoint. She was young and lusty and had thrown herself into this situation without a second thought. Tenley liked sex. She liked sex with older men. She liked the idea of stealing a man away from his partner. She knew that was wrong but she didn’t care. She liked the way Frey licked and sucked on her clit. She liked the way he pushed his fingers up into her pussy while he ate her out. She wouldn’t have objected at all if he had just shoved a finger or two up her ass.

And then she came. The thoughts of what she was doing and what she wanted Frey to do were more than enough—combined with his tongue and fingers—to make her cum. She cried out and arched her back and her entire body trembled.

Frey would have lifted his face from her pussy, but her thighs pressed around his head and held him in place.

Out in the hallway, Emma paused momentarily in her masturbation…and then redoubled it, bending halfway over, as a mild orgasm flowed through her body.

“Oh…fuck I needed that,” Tenley said when she was fully relaxed.

“I hope you need more than just one orgasm,” said Frey as he climbed up on the bed, his cock still hard, and got between her legs. From her hidden position, Emma could see he was running his cock head along Tenley’s pretty pink slit, getting it wet with her amrita, before he pushed it into her, hiding the joining of their bodies from Emma’s view.

“Oh…fuck!” Tenley exclaimed.

“Too much too fast?” he asked her as he slowly started fucking her, not really caring if she was in pain or not.

“No,” she moaned. “It’s wonderful…you’re filling me up. Oh! Fuck! Yes!”

Emma wanted to take off her pants and join them on the bed, but spying on them was much better, even though she knew Frey was fully aware she was watching. Did Tenley know they were being watched? Did Tenley even care? Emma slid her back down the wall, keeping her hand between her thighs, holding her pussy, and continued to masturbate with the couple just in her view. She struggled out of her yoga pants, noted how wet her panties were, and then spied the front of her shirt.

Two dark stains were slowly growing over her breasts. She was leaking. That only happened when she was extremely turned on. Emma let out a soft shuddering moan and continued to play with her pussy as the couple fucked on the bed.

Frey was kissing Tenley now, the most intimate act a couple could share. Emma loved to watch Frey kiss other women. His cock was pumping in and out of her. Tenley was moaning steadily, running her hands up and down Frey’s back, grabbing his ass, tilting her hips so he could penetrate her more deeply.

Emma held off on making herself cum again. She wanted to cum with Frey. She kept a pair of fingers in her pussy and ground the heel of her hand against her clit.

Tenley was flopping her head back and forth on the bed. She was close to cumming again. Emma wanted to watch. Tenley’s eyes were closed and Frey was facing away from her. Emma couldn’t tell how close her husband was.

She should have known better. She had been with him for years. He let out a sudden grunt followed by a low moan. He was cumming in Tenley’s pussy. It was too much for Emma. Her fingers danced on her clit and she came as well. This time a small moan escaped her lips.

It didn’t matter if Tenley heard her. Tenley shook under Frey’s body with her own orgasm. Emma didn’t have it in her to feel jealousy. Frey had cum in her plenty; she got more pleasure in watching him fuck other women.

“You made me cum again,” Tenley told Frey after they both stopped spasming.

“It’s what I do,” said Frey as he rolled off her.

Emma stood up and pulled up her leggings. She hadn’t been noticed yet. Frey’s cock was wet with Tenley’s amrita and globs of his cum.

“Thank you,” Tenley told him. “I needed a good hard fuck.”