Milk Sharing

Milk Sharing

 

An Erotic Novel of Lactation and Swinging

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.

 

Milk Sharing

 

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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.

 

Chapter 1

 

“I look like a slut,” said Mia as she paused in front of a decorative mirror on a pillar of the hotel’s lobby.

“That’s a good thing,” Fletch told her. “At least here it is.”

“I’m nervous,” she reported.

“You’re not the only one.”

They took a deep breath together and gripped each other’s hand as they walked into the ballroom.

What was inside was almost exactly like every business dinner and reception they had ever been to.

Except with a lot more cleavage on the part of the women.

Fletch gave the room a quick scan. “See, you don’t even have the most cleavage on display.”

“Shut up,” she hissed between her teeth.

What followed wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but they didn’t know what to do with themselves. The reception was supposed to be a meet and greet, but they didn’t meet or greet anyone. The bar seemed a likely place to start and both got drinks, but then they hung back from the mingling crowd. They both felt like wallflowers.

It was a familiar sensation they both knew in high school and college and the forced socialization parties that followed for their jobs.

Fletch was about to ask his wife if they should just bail and just write off the evening and the weekend to an experiment that failed spectacularly because they were both introverts when another couple stepped in front of them, blocking his planned exit path.

“Hi,” said the female half of the pair. “I’m Diana. This is Brad, my husband. We saw the two of you not really interacting and decided to say hello. First time?”

Mia giggled nervously and hated herself for it. “Yes.”

Fletch nodded. “Yeah. How’d you guess?”

“You have first-timers written all over your faces,” said Brad. “Don’t worry about it. This isn’t any worse than getting your V-card punched for the first time.”

Mia made a sour face. “You don’t know how bad my first time was.”

“Do tell,” said Diana.

“Uh…” She glanced nervously at her husband. Fletch’s eyes were wide and he didn’t know what to say to her.

“It wasn’t with me,” he blurted out.

That caused Diana and Brad to laugh.

“I suppose that’s good,” said Brad. “But if you can’t tell a funny and/or sexy story here, where can you tell it?”

They all looked expectantly at Mia. She was certain that Brad was staring at her cleavage more than her face. She took some heart in realizing that Diana was showing off just as much as she was.

Taking a deep breath, she started talking. “Okay, well, only the guy I was with and Fletch know this story. It was the summer after high school and I was getting ready to go to college. I was determined to not go to college as a virgin. I’m from a small town and all the kids in the school would have parties throughout the summer, usually in barns or out in the fields. Small town, what can I say. Everyone was a farmer.

“Anyway, there’s alcohol there, of course, because it’s a teenager party. I had a few and wasn’t completely drunk, but I’m feeling it. Naturally this is the perfect time for me to hit on the guy I sort of had a crush on for all of high school. He’s drunk too. We decide to hook up. This is out in a field halfway to nowhere. We sneak off to a little stand of trees for some privacy. Bad idea. We get naked and start doing it.”

“Drunk and out in the middle of nowhere?” Diana asked.

“Yeah. I know. Stupid. No condom or anything. It’s…not good.”

Brad grinned. “I can imagine.”

“He’s on top of me, pounding away. I’m not really feeling it, but I’m determined to see it through. We do it for maybe a minute max and he pulls out and cums on my stomach.”

“Classy,” Brad observed.

“Could have been worse. He could have gotten me pregnant and then I never would have met Fletch.” They exchanged a glance. “So I get dressed and then realize we were essentially fucking on top of a pile of cow shit.”

Fletch started laughing. He had heard the story before and it still made him laugh.

Brad and Diana just stared at Mia with open-mouthed awe.

“I told you it was bad.”

“Other than something like sexual assault, that’s the worst devirginizing story I’ve ever head,” said Brad.

“I went home smelling like literal shit that night.”

Fletch couldn’t stop giggling. “That story gets me every time.”

Diana was horrified at both Mia’s story and Fletch’s reaction. “What about you?” she challenged him.

“It’s a boring and lame story,” said Mia.

“Let me tell it,” Fletch said quickly. “Senior year of high school. By some miracle I had a girlfriend, first one ever. We’re both sort of…not in the cool kids group but we’re happy. Eventually we figure out we’re not going to wind up at the same college, decide to have sex because we’re teenagers. It takes a couple of weeks, but eventually we have a few hours when my house is empty and we do the deed.”

“Barely,” Mia commented.

Fletch cleared his throat. “Well, yeah. After we got down to it, I’m pretty sure I lasted all of thirty seconds and she didn’t cum at all.”

“Lame,” said Mia. “I bet he put it in and came a second later.”

“It was better after that,” Fletch insisted.

“Sounds like almost every high school romance,” commented Brad. He exchanged a glance with Diana. She gave him a little nod.

“How long have you two been together?” she asked.

“Third day of freshman year of college,” said Fletch.

Brand and Diana’s eyes collectively bulged. “That long? How long exactly?”

“Um…twenty years?” said Fletch.

“It’s why we’re here,” said Mia. “We haven’t had any other experiences with other people.”

The experienced couple smiled and nodded again. “We can help you with that.”

 

Upstairs, an hour later, Mia waved the key card in front of the door’s sensor. The indicator light kept flashing red at her.

“Oh come on, I’m not that drunk,” she said.

“Here, let me,” said Brad, putting his hand over hers and pressing his body against hers. She knew she should have hated it, but glancing to the side, she saw Fletch watching with approval.

She hoped it was approval.

The light flashed green and the door admitted them.

The quartet stumbled into the room.

“I know this is the wrong thing to say, but I can’t wait to get my bra off,” said Mia. Maybe she was drunker than she thought.

“What’s wrong with that?” asked Brad, throwing himself into one of the two hotel room chairs. “I’d love to see your tits.”

Mia blushed. “Uh…because I’m not wearing a bra.”

“Fuck,” said Diana. She pushed her upper arms against the outside of her large breasts, increasing the amount of her cleavage. “I’m wearing my best pushup bra. How are you doing that,” she pointed directly at Mia’s chest, “without a bra.”

“I’m wearing a corset,” Mia said smugly.

“Now I have to see that,” said Brad. He got out of the chair while Diana and Fletch sat down on one of the two queen beds. He reached out with the intention of unbuttoning the top of her blouse, but then paused and looked at Fletch. “With your permission, of course.”

“Go ahead,” said Fletch. His cock was throbbing in his pants. He wanted this to happen.

“You’re not going to ask my permission?” asked Mia.

Brad shook his head. “No. I want you to ask me to undress you.”

Mia nervously moistened her lips and glanced at Fletch who was looking expectantly at her. “Will you…will you undress me?” The words came out nervously and with some hesitation.

Brad just nodded and reached for her again. Mia was faintly trembling as he started to unbutton her blouse.

More and more of her cleavage came into view. He knew her tits were big but somehow the top she was wearing managed to both show off what she had and conceal exactly how large her breasts were.

“Holy-fucking-moly,” he said when her shirt was fully open.

“That’s a pretty corset,” said Diana.

It wasn’t, strictly speaking, a corset. It was designed to look like one and give some shape to Mia’s body, but it didn’t contain either traditional whale boning or steel wires to enforce the shape. While she wasn’t fat, Mia didn’t have the body she had back in college. What woman did after two kids? The corset gave her a little bit of confidence in her body.

The elaborate piece of lingerie was pastel yellow with flowers embroidered all over it. Some laces in the back helped with the shaping. Mia felt like, as her mother would say, a saucy tart while wearing it.

“Do the panties match?” asked Brad.

“There’s only one way to find out,” she told him, finding a bit of her inner temptress.

Brad knelt down and worked the buttons and zipper to her pants. Unlike men’s pants, nothing on women’s clothing was standardized. But Brad was an expert at getting women out of their clothing. In just a few moments he had her pants pooling around her ankles. Mia kicked off her shoes and nervously looked at Fletch as she stepped out of the pants.

“They are matching,” said Diana. “You came here to get laid, didn’t you?”

“Isn’t that the whole point of the party?” asked Mia. She felt everyone’s eyes on her; it made her nervous and uncomfortable.

“That’s why I’m here,” Diana replied and turned to Fletch, who was sitting right next to her. He didn’t expect her to kiss him, but he didn’t pull away when she did. Mia watched them kiss in horror and amazement.

“Do you want to watch them or do you want to—”

Mia cut off Brad’s question with a kiss of her own.

She could feel her husband watching her. She could also feel Brad’s hard cock through his pants.

Breaking the kiss, Brad pulled back and said, “Wow. You’re eager. Can I see your tits?”

“He likes tits,” said Diana. “That’s what he first saw in me.”

While kissing her, Fletch had brought his hand up to cup her breast through her dress and bra. He now guiltily pulled it away, causing her to laugh. “Don’t worry. I like that.” Switching her gaze to Mia, Diana said, “You look bigger than me. I’m a D. What about you?”

“Double D,” she said with a mix of pride and shame.

“Wow,” said Brad. “Can I see them?”

Glancing to Fletch for permission, Mia hooked her thumbs into her shoulder straps when her husband slightly inclined his head. It was a bit of a struggle to get the straps down, and she had a thrill of fear when her nipples came into view, but she pulled her shoulders back and displayed herself as proudly as she could.

“Wow,” Brad repeated. “Big and perfectly sized nipples and they’re pretty damn perky.”

“They’re incredibly perky considering that they fed two babies,” said Mia, liking the attention she was receiving.

Brad was beyond asking permission now. He cupped both her breasts and ran his thumbs over her erect nipples. She made a small sound in the back of her throat which changed to a groan when he ducked his head and took a nipple between his lips.

Together they moved to the bed not occupied by Fletch and Diana. They watched as Brad moved Mia to her back so he could properly suck on her nipples. Her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned a little louder, putting her hands to his head to guide him.

She allowed this to go for a minute before she had to push him away.

“Problem?”

“The laces are digging into my back,” she complained, indicating the corset. “It’s also trapping my arms.”

“I can help you with that.”

Together they removed Mia’s corset. Brad loosened the laces and hooks while Mia gave him directions and allowed him to pull it up over her head. During this he glanced over at Fletch and his wife, who were busy making out and slowly removing their clothing.

Brad lay down next to Mia and resumed kissing her, sliding his hand down her side to briefly cup her breast and then continued down further to massage her ass.

“Are you wearing a g-string?” he asked her.

She shook her head and kissed him again. “No. Thong. Sexy, right?”

“Right.”

“I want to suck your cock,” she said as he grabbed her breast again. She pushed his hand aside and rubbed the front of his pants. He was already hard but she was salivating at this opportunity.

By now she had completely forgotten about her husband and Brad’s wife.

Maybe she was a little too aggressive in helping Brad get naked, but he didn’t object. When his hard cock flopped out she eagerly wrapped her hand around it. She had been hoping that maybe Brad’s cock would be huge, or at least larger than her average-sized husband. It wasn’t. It was average-sized. There was nothing wrong with that. She hadn’t come to the party to find giant cocks; she had come to get laid by strangers.

Wiggling down the bed she took his cock into her mouth and marveled at herself. She was having sex with another man and didn’t feel the least bit of guilt. If anything, she was proud of what she was doing. This is what she and Fletch had been talking about doing for the past year. Longer even.

She had become so used to giving head to Fletch that she hoped Brad liked what she was doing. He certainly wasn’t complaining. He stayed hard in her mouth as she sucked and used her hand and bobbed her head up and down, doing all the right things.

“Oh…fuck you know how to give head,” he moaned at her. She was vaguely aware of Diana and her husband exchanging some words, but she didn’t bother to listen in. This was the first time in more than twenty years she had been with another man and she was going to make the most of it.

“Thanks,” she mumbled around his hard flesh and focused on giving him pleasure. That, in turn, was turning her on. She could feel her pussy making her tiny panties wet.

“I want to fuck you,” he said.

The words made her heart stop. She wanted that too but it was the final step. Up to this point she could have just dismissed the encounter and the weekend and gone back to her boring life.

A quick glance over at Diana and Fletch confirmed the two were completely naked or almost so. Well, if her husband was going to cheat on her, she was going to cheat on him.

“How?” she asked. “I mean, what position?”

“If we do missionary, I’ll cum too fast.”

“Do you want me on top?”

He nodded eagerly but got off the bed and started sorting through his clothes. A second later he dug up a condom packet and quickly opened it and rolled it on. That made her relax; it was one less thing to worry about.

As she started to take off her thong, Brad showed a moment of modern chivalry. “Here, let me.”

Mia was super aware of her body as he removed the last item of clothing. Her bare pussy came into view and he planted a little kiss on the top of her mons. She was glad to have shaved herself completely even if he had only trimmed the length of his. Briefly she wondered what Diana’s pussy was like but then set aside that thought.

They negotiated positioning for a moment and she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips with her knees.

She held his latex-covered cock in her hand and right as she was about to put it between her lips, he spoke.

“Maybe this wasn’t a great idea.”

Mia paused. “Why not?” She glanced at Fletch and Diana. He was on top of her but she couldn’t tell if they were actually fucking or not yet.

“Your tits are great.” He lifted his hand to them and hefted her tits. They were firm and amazing. “They’re going to be a distraction. You’ll make me cum too soon.”

“Want to switch to another position?” Glancing once more at her husband she was positive they were fucking. She was jealous Fletch was getting to fornicate before her.

“No…I want to watch your tits as you ride me.”

Mia rolled her eyes; she couldn’t help herself. She was done with talking. It was now or never. Keeping a firm grip on his cock, she slid it back and forth between her lips, getting it wet though the lubricated condom was ready to go. So was she.

Lowering herself down, she found it the easiest first time sex of the three men she had ever been with.

The look of elation on her face delighted Brad. “I didn’t think my cock was that good,” he teased as he pushed his hips up and deeper into her.

She grunted. “It just feels good. You’re only my third ever.”

He had been about to start thrusting upward, but he paused. “Really?”

Mia nodded. “Yes.” She was afraid to ask the next question, but she couldn’t help herself. “How…how many women have you been with?”

“Uh…over forty,” he said. “Some before Diana and a bunch afterwards.

Making the best of it, she said, “Great. You can tell me how I am compared to the rest of them.”

She started riding his cock, pumping her thighs, resting her hands on his chest, displaying herself—her big tits—to Brad. What she was doing was much the way she had sex with Fletch, but that was the only way she really knew how to have sex.

There was what else she and Fletch did, but that wasn’t something she needed to do right now.

Brad didn’t look her in the face. He was staring at her tits. That was good. She studied his face as they fucked. It was odd seeing another face other than Brad’s during sex.

She liked it.

She liked when Brad held her tits and pinched the nipples.

She liked it when he grabbed her ass and adjusted her position and speed.

She liked feeling another man’s cock in her.

She liked doing this. It wasn’t cheating, it was better.

Then she started feeling it. Mia had never had much trouble climaxing but she had had sex with Fletch over a dozen times before she had cum with him. She could feel it about to happen with Brad. She had to warn him.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” she said as she pumped her hips up and down, slamming as hard as she could down onto his cock, wanting to feel his hardness filling her, wanting to feel how his body pleased hers.

“Cum,” he told her. “Cum for me.”

She stifled the cry of pleasure she made as she climaxed. It sounded like she was in pain. She was fine with that.

Brad squeezed her breasts as she came. It helped.

Then he noticed her nipples leaking.

“What the fuck?!”

“Shit shit shit!” she cursed getting a hold of herself and cutting the pleasure of her orgasm short and hating that. Her reaction was to push his hands aside and cover up her nipples and breasts with her hands. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t want that to happen!”

“What’s the matter?” Fletch all but jumped off Diana. His cock was hard and covered with a condom, one from the box they had brought along to be prepared. Diana looked over at the other couple in confusion.

“I came,” Mia said in a small voice.

“Oh,” was Fletch’s reaction. “And did you—”

“Yeah.”

“What’s the matter?” asked Diana. “Don’t you normally cum during sex?”

Mia’s face was bright red and not from the effort of fucking. She was embarrassed and didn’t know how to deal with the situation. “Yes, but…” she looked to her husband for help.

He had to step up to help his wife. “When Mia cums, sometimes…usually she leaks milk.”

Diana blinked. “You’re lactating? When did you have your last kid? Our youngest is eighteen.”

This wasn’t where Mia expected the conversation to go. “Our youngest is ten years old.”

“And you’re still lactating?”

Mia pointed an accusing finger. “It’s his fault.”

All eyes went to Fletch.

“Okay, I admit it. I have a lactation fetish, but she went along with it.”

 

 

Chapter 2

 

The other couple started giggling.

“Not the weirdest thing we’ve had to deal with,” said Diana.

“Remember the couple we hooked up with that both wanted to suck our toes, side-by-side?” asked Brad.

Mia was still sitting atop Brad with his cock in her. She didn’t know what to do.

Diana went over to her husband and gave him a kiss. Fletch stood awkwardly at the side of the bed.

“Do you want to keep going?” Brad asked her.

Mia froze. She had no idea how to react so she looked at her husband. “Do you?” she asked.

Fletch nodded. “Why not?”

Brad reached up and held Mia’s tits again, gently massaging them. “What’s it like?” he asked.

Mia gave him side-eye. “What’s what like?”

He had intended the question for Brad and turned his head to look at the other man in the room.

“What’s what like?”

“Sex with a woman who lactates,” Brad prompted.

“Uh…pretty much the same as any other woman, but she has bigger tits.”

Brad massaged Mia’s breasts. “She sure does.”

Mia moaned and some more milk leaked from her nipples.

“Wow!” Brad exclaimed.

Fletch rushed to the bathroom, grabbed a towel and rushed back to dry off Mia and Brad’s hands.

“You’re into this?” Brad asked Fletch.

“Yeah. Sorry. Normally I’m nursing from her and it’s less messy.”

Mia interrupted, “Let me get off him.”

When she started to climb off, Brad grabbed her hips and kept her in place.

“I didn’t say I wanted to stop.”

Mia laughed nervously. “You don’t?”

“Maybe we should take a moment and talk about this?” suggested Diana.

“Wet blanket,” Brad complained.

“I can cut you off and forbid you to go to any other parties,” his wife reminded him.

Fletch found he was able to speak and think clearly. “That’s not a bad idea. Why don’t we take a quick break and if things are still okay we can resume, right?”

Brad gave him an impertinent grin. “Haven’t you heard of blue balls, dude? Guys back in high school were literally dying of the condition.”

Diana helped Mia off her husband and the group took a moment. Fletch offered everyone water bottles from their stash. Brad took a seat in one of the chairs while everyone else sat on the beds.

“Sorry we freaked you out,” said Fletch. “Normally this doesn’t happen.”

“I was really turned on,” Mia blurted out. “Sometimes when I cum I leak milk. Fletch and I had a nursing session before we went down to the reception and I thought that would be fine but…”

“It’s fine,” Brad reassured them. “You never know what you’re going to get when you hook up with a new couple. Normally it’s something like a tattoo or piercing or a foot fetish.”

“This is new for us.”

“I’m sorry,” Fletch apologized again. “It’s mostly my fault because Mia and I have been doing the whole lactation kink thing for years now.”

“It’s kind of hot,” Brad observed.

Diana gave him an arch look. “Really? You didn’t like it when I was lactating for our kids.”

He shrugged. “I’ve matured.” Turning to Brad he said, “What’s it like?”

“What’s what like?”

“Her milk and sucking it out of her.”

“It’s called nursing,” Mia insisted.

“It’s sweet,” Brad said. “I like sweet foods and her milk is really sweet.”

Brad was taken aback. “It is? I never would have expected that.”

“Don’t be a dumbass, hon,” Diana said. “Babies—children—love sweet foods. Of course breast milk is sweet.”

“Right.”

“How old are your kids?” Mia asked Diana, eager to change the subject, but they were at a swinger hotel takeover and sitting naked with a couple they barely knew, so her conversation strategy was suspect.

“Twenty-two and twenty-four.”

Mia’s eyes bulged. “You must have had them right out of high school.

Diana laughed. “I had them young, but I just turned forty-nine.”

“You look so young!”

Diana laughed again.

Brad shook his head. “Notice she doesn’t mention I look young.”

“That’s because you’re old, honey.”

“I’m fifty-three,” he protested.

Diana snickered. “Like I said, old.” Turning back to Mia she said, “I suppose you two are younger?”

“We’re both thirty-eight.”

“Kids?”

“Ten and twelve.”

“Babies,” Diana commented. “Both of you.”

“I’ve never been with an older man before,” Mia said to Fletch.

He rolled his eyes.

“I’m a month older than Fletch and the guy I banged in high school was younger than me too by a couple of months.”

“Hope I didn’t disappoint,” said Brad.

“Not at all.” She made eyes with him and realized she was still horny even though she was the only one in the room who had cum even once.

“You’ve been doing this lactation thing for twelve years?” asked Brad.

“Well, more like ten,” said Fletch. “It started with the younger kid and—”

Mia cut him off. “It wasn’t a thing for Fletch for our first kid. He only got a taste for it after Kirsty started weaning.”

“You asked me to,” he reminded her.

“Really?” Diana was taken aback.

“It’s stupid,” said Mia, flushing with embarrassment.

“Her breasts hurt and Kirsty didn’t want to nurse any longer,” said Fletch. “She asked me if I could just suck a little of it out.” He couldn’t help but smile at the memory. “That was sort of like the typical high school boy asking to just put the tip in.”

“Gross,” Mia commented.

“And we both liked it,” he concluded.

“You more than me,” she shot back.

Brad gave another shrug. “It’s no weirder than a lot of kinks.”

“I didn’t think I’d still be doing it ten years later,” said Mia.

“I can stop anytime you want,” Fletch offered.

Mia’s hands went protectively to her breasts. “I don’t want to stop,” she blurted out.

The group laughed.

“Is it really sweet?” asked Brad, still curious.

“Sort of like a fruit juice,” said Fletch. “I nursed from her before the reception, but it wasn’t enough.”

“Do you see how big these things are?” she asked them all, lifting up her heavy breasts with both hands. “I went from a C cup in college to double Ds.”

“If you stopped nursing, they’d shrink,” Diana observed.

“I’m against that,” said Fletch with a laugh.

“Well, it doesn’t bother me,” Brad declared.

“You just want to fuck her some more,” his wife commented.

“True enough. I’ll admit it. I’m curious about how it tastes.”

Mia and Fletch exchanged a look. He gave her a half shrug.

“If you want to try…”

“How do you two do it?”

With a bit of instruction from Fletch, both Mia and Brad got back on the bed laying on their sides and using a pillow for some extra support. Brad had sucked a lot of nipples and breasts in his time, so this wasn’t that strange.

The moment his lips and tongue touched her nipple, he could taste the sweetness. Sucking was just a natural instinct at that point. He felt her nipple harden under his tongue, and then almost immediately soften, and then his mouth was deluged with liquid. Sweet liquid.

He kept sucking. Fletch hadn’t been lying. It was sweet. Not overly sweet, but strongly sweet. It wasn’t cloying on the tongue.

Instinctively Brad swallowed. He had swallowed all sorts of intimate bodily fluids from partners he barely knew. This was nothing new.

Mia moaned and caressed his shoulder, encouraging him. She threw one of her legs over him, pressing her body tighter to his. She could tell he was erect. Nursing with Fletch was foreplay. She hoped the same was going to be true of Brad.

Fletch watched the pair closely. He was stiffening. Noting this, Diana reached out and took his cock in hand. He startled when she touched him.

“Wanna fuck?” she asked softly.

He hesitated.

“Or I can join them and you can do a sad jerk off here by yourself.”

“Of course I want to fuck,” he replied.

Grinning, Diana crawled onto the other bed and displayed her ass to him, wiggling her hips. Fletch took the subtle hint, grabbed another condom, rolled it on, and knelt behind Diana. She helped him slide his cock into her pussy.

They started fucking, both of them watching their respective spouses as Brad nursed from Mia. Her hand found his cock and slowly jerked him off.

Fletch leaned forward and whispered into Diana’s ear. “Sometimes she likes it so much she cums from having her tits sucked.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. What about you? What makes you cum without fail?”

Diana was quiet for a moment. He didn’t press her, but he wanted to please her at the same time.

“Anal,” she finally said, breathing heavily because his cock continued to slide in and out between her nether lips.

The word was said so softly Fletch was certain he had imagined it.

“Anal?”

“Yeah…”

“It makes you cum every time?”

“Uh-huh.”

They weren’t looking at each other. They were still staring at Brad who was feasting on Mia’s tits. He had switched sides and the nipple he had left was wet and leaking milk. Mia’s hand was still busy on his cock.

“Do you want to do that now?” Fletch wasn’t sure how to ask the question.

Diana shook her head. “No. Um…just stick your finger in my ass.”

Fletch straightened up and gripped her hips. Looking down he could see the light brown pucker of her asshole.

She had invited him to so…he worked up some spit and carefully launched it at her back entrance. It wasn’t much but it would have to do. She could always say no and stop him.

He pressed his thumb against the opening. Much to his surprise it was easy to penetrate her that way. She gasped and her strong sphincter muscle allowed him enter and then gripped him.

He fucked her harder.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Mia cried out as her hand became a blur on Brad’s cock.

Fletch recognized the obvious sign of his wife climaxing. Apparently Brad liked a vigorous handjob because a moment later he grunted and his cock erupted, shooting his thick white cum all over her hand and hip.

Seeing Brad’s orgasm from Mia’s handjob, Fletch felt briefly sorry for the other man, then he felt Diana tighten up on his thumb planted in her ass and she groaned in triumph.

“Oh! Fuck! Yes!” she cried out as she came.

Not willing to be the only one who didn’t get a treat, Fletch closed his eyes and focused for a moment. He would have thought that seeing his wife playing with another man would have been good enough to make him cum, but he was nervous in the situation and needed a little extra boost to get to orgasm. Just imagining himself licking his wife’s pussy as she was taking another cock—presumably Brad’s—was enough to get him there.

He came inside Diana, filling the condom. He felt like he came so much he was going to cause the condom to explode.

It didn’t.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

Fletch was left breathing heavily as he knelt behind Diana. She moved away from him and his softening cock slipped free of her pussy.

“Are you okay, honey?” asked Mia.

He nodded, his eyes still closed. “Yeah. I’m fine. Give me a minute.”

“That was hot,” said Brad. “Sorry about the mess.”

“It’s fine,” said Mia. “I just need to use the bathroom.”

Fletch slowly slumped to the bed and opened his eyes when Diana said to him, “You aren’t having a heart attack, are you?”

The question made him laugh. “I’m too young for that.”

She shrugged which made her large breasts jiggle and distract him. “You’d be surprised. We’ve been to a couple of parties where there have been minor medical emergencies, including one guy having a heart attack.” She giggled a little at the memory. “It’s not funny, but the EMTs showing up at the hotel and lots of people suddenly making themselves scarce was sort of funny. Whatever happened to that guy, Brad?”

“No idea.”

The bathroom door opened and Mia returned. Fletch couldn’t help but look at his wife. Maybe she was a few pounds heavier than when he met her but her tits were bigger and she was still as beautiful as he remembered. The new memory of her messing around with another man was a dream come true and he’d cherish it forever. He hoped he would have more similar memories.

“So, how do you two feel about your first time?” asked Brad.

“First time as swingers,” Diana clarified.

Fletch and Mia exchanged a look. They couldn’t hide anything from each other.

“I want to do it again,” said Fletch.

“I can do it again right now,” said Mia. “I don’t need to get hard.”

Brad snickered a little. “Would you be surprised at how common Viagra abuse is in the lifestyle community?”

“Probably not,” said Fletch. “But give me a few minutes and I can go again,” he said confidently.

Diana gave her husband an arch look. “What did you think of her tits?” she asked him as Mia curled up next to her husband.

“Bigger than yours.”

“Ha. No shit.”

Brad continued. “They started off nice and firm but got softer.”

“You had a good dose of my milk,” said Mia.

“It was definitely different, but I get the attraction and kink,” he added.

“Really,” said Diana skeptically. “You wouldn’t touch my boobs when I was lactating with the kids.”

Brad shrugged. “Things change. Her milk was really sweet.”

“I bet mine was too,” Diana groused.

“It is really sweet,” Fletch confirmed.

“Can’t believe we’re talking about breast milk,” Diane continued to complain.

“It was just last month you and that other woman were going on and on at the banquet comparing how different men’s cum tasted,” said Brad.

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“It just is.”

“It’s sweet versus sour,” Mia interrupted their bickering.

Everyone looked at her.

“And you would know because…” prompted Diana.

“I’ve tasted my milk,” she answered. “And I’ve tasted Fletch’s cum.” She paused and added, “Duh.”

“It is sweet,” Fletch confirmed. “I’ll take her word on my cum.”

“It’s a more complex flavor profile,” Mia added.

“I feel like this conversation is veering into dangerous territory,” Diana observed.

“You could give it a taste,” Mia offered.

Diana nervously laughed.

“Yeah, give it a try, dear,” said Brad.

“I don’t think so,” his wife said flatly.

“Why not?” Brad pressed. “I tried it. Her milk is nice. And you’ve swallowed a lot of cum in your time. And eaten plenty of pussy as well.” Mia and Fletch glanced at each other. “You should know what you’re talking about before dismissing it.”

Diana waved her hand. “I don’t think that Mia wants me sucking on her tits.”

Brad looked at Mia. “Just so you know, my wife is bi and loves to play with women.”

“Brad!” Diana warned her husband.

“I’m fine with it,” said Mia before an argument could get started.

The other couple paused.

“You’re bi?” Fletch asked Diana. He shifted how he was sitting on the bed in a rather obvious effort to hide his suddenly growing erection.

Diana rolled her eyes. “Brad just said I was.”

“Right, I was just—”

“I like women with big boobs,” Diana went on, giving Mia the eye. “Do you want to mess around and get the guys hard again?”

“Uh…I’ve never.”

“I know.” Diana jerked a thumb at her husband. “But he wants to see me with you.” She sighed. “It’s what all men at these events want, isn’t that right, Brad?”

“Not all men,” he said.

“What about you, Fletch?” she pressed.

“Uh…”

Mia gave him a sharp look. “Just say it.”

“Well, yeah, I wouldn’t mind that.”

“Are you bi?” Diana asked Mia.

The younger woman looked nervous. “I mean…I don’t really know…”

Diana rolled her eyes again. “Just say you are and we’ll give the guys a show. You can just lay back and pretend to enjoy it.”

“No, I’ll do it,” said Mia with more enthusiasm than Diana expected. Mia eyed her husband. “What do you think about being married to a lesbian in the making?”

Fletch laughed nervously. Diana approached him where he sat on the bed next to his wife and nudged him out of the way.

“Just enjoy the show,” she said.

Seeing no reason to object, Fletch moved and was surprised at how quickly Diana moved in.

He was doubly surprised at how Mia responded when Diana kissed her. It started as a casual kiss, but then quickly became intimate.

Brad sidled up to Fletch. “All women are bi,” he said knowingly.

“Are they?” asked Fletch doubtfully, even as he saw evidence to the contrary right in front of his eyes. He tried to hide his ever-hardening cock, but it was a wasted effort. He was too hard and big to hide and there was no reason to.

“Fuck I hope so,” Brad replied.

By now Diana had Mia on her back and was laying half on top of her, their breasts mashed together. Diana’s leg was between Mia’s legs, pressing hard against her pussy. Mia kept her eyes tightly shut; she could do this—and do it happily—but she couldn’t do it in front of her husband.

Maybe.

Diana broke off the kisses and moved down to Mia’s neck and then her tits. If she was being honest with herself, Diana loved touching and sucking other women’s breasts. Hers were fine, but others were always more attractive and alluring. Mia’s big boobs were positively delightful.

She had forgotten about Mia’s special ability even as she sucked on the younger woman’s nipples. It was just a normal thing to do when having sex with another woman, to lick and suck and play with her partner’s breasts.

Diana was abruptly rewarded with a mouthful of sweet liquid. It caused her to suddenly back up and take a moment.

“Oh shit, I did it again, didn’t I?” asked Mia, her face bright red with shame.

“You tasted her milk?” asked Brad. His hand was on his cock, slowly stroking while observing the women.

“Oh. Wow. I guess I forgot what it was like exactly,” Diana said half to herself.

“Sorry,” said Mia.

Diana gave her a look and lowered her lips to Mia’s wet and bulging nipple, taking it into her mouth and sucking more milk from her.

Mia groaned loudly.

“Fuck,” Brad commented.

“I guess she’s a convert,” said Fletch.

Diana focused on the lovely texture to Mia’s milk and its sweet flavor. She had enjoyed all sorts of bodily fluids from others: saliva, spunk, amrita. All of those were fine. Milk was something new for her.

She wondered why it had been so far into her life before she discovered this wonderful kink.

Mia parted her legs when Diana slipped her hand down the younger woman’s body. Her pussy was smooth and wet and it was easy for Diana to penetrate her. This wasn’t something that Mia would have actively pursued, but to please her husband—and to experience something new—she was happy to play with another woman.

Brad leaned in and whispered to Fletch, “Do you mind if I fuck your wife when Di is done with her?”

“Uh…sure. I don’t mind, but you should ask Mia.”

“I will. I just want to see Di make her cum first.”

The men watched in silence as Diana continued to finger Mia while sucking on her tits and the younger woman clutched Diana tightly. Mia was the only one making any noise, but it was clear she loved everything Diana was doing to her.

Abruptly her back arched and she struggled to get away from Diana, whose mouth was tightly clamped to one nipple while from the other milk actively flowed freely.

After her orgasm passed Mia seemed to take stock of what had happened and immediately noticed everyone in the room looking at her.

Somehow comporting herself, she managed to look at Brad and said, “Your wife really know how to treat a lady in bed.”

“Want to go again?” he asked her, displaying his hard cock.

Mia nodded eagerly. “Hell yes!” She put her hand to her pussy, touching herself. “She got me all ready for you.”

In a flash Brad put on a fresh condom and was on top of Mia, sliding his cock into her hot and willing pussy. “Oh fuck yes that feels like heaven.”

Fletch felt a little on the outside. Mia moved over to him. “I’d love to do that again with your wife,” she said, “but for now, want to fuck?”

Oddly he did. It seemed like the box of condoms was getting used up at an alarming rate. He figured that was a good thing.

They took the other bed and in short order Diana was riding his cock, letting him play with her tits. The moans from Mia told him she was having the time of her life. Brad was pounding away at her. They could all hear the wet impact of flesh on flesh, cock in pussy.

Diana really let herself go, riding his cock like she was a tramp who had gone without cock in months. When he pinched her nipples—hard—and she indicated she liked it, his cock started to pulse painfully. He wanted to hold off as long as possible because he knew he might never get this chance again.

“Suck my tits,” she ordered him.

He could do that. Diana leaned forward, dangling her large tits in his face, letting him suck her nipples while he slammed his cock upward into her sex. She didn’t tell anyone that she was fantasizing about filling Fletch’s mouth with her own milk, milk that didn’t exist.

The moment she cried out indicating her orgasm, Fletch let go and came a second time himself.

She collapsed on top of him and they both looked to the side to watch their spouses fornicate together.

Brad hadn’t slowed at all. Mia was extra loud. Her feet were pointed at the ceiling giving him wide and easy access to her pussy. Maybe she had been riding one long orgasm from the time he had entered her, but it all seemed to end when Brad came one last time.

Never would have Mia expected to do this in her life. The same could be said for Brad. Both wouldn’t have changed anything.

 

Chapter 4

 

There was a bit of awkwardness as they all disengaged from each other. It was late enough into the night that they were all tired, especially after so much sex, so it was easy for Diana and Brad to take their leave. They all promised to meet up in the morning.

Fletch and Mia showered partly to get the sweat and other bodily fluids off their skin and partly to wind down from the excitement. The hotel room’s shower was big enough to accommodate the both of them. Whoever had set up the hotel takeover had planned well or maybe the hotel knew its clients.

They showered in silence though a million comments and questions were running through their minds. Fletch had never felt closer to his wife; Mia had never felt so fulfilled.

Going to bed was easy. She liked that he held her as she drifted off to sleep.

 

The hotel wasn’t set up to feed two hundred guests all at once, but it didn’t need to. Fletch and Mia showed up early to the breakfast buffet and discovered that most of the party goers either had late nights or weren’t morning people, or perhaps both, because the dining room was nearly empty shortly after the restaurant opened.

“Should we go back upstairs and wait?” asked Mia.

Fletch’s stomach rumbled at the smell of waffles and sausage and other breakfast treats. “I’m starving. Let’s eat and wait.”

They were both self-conscious of the smiles of the hotel staff as they made their way through the buffet. Were they just plastering on the accepted mask of those in the service industry, or were the waitresses giving them knowing grins because it wasn’t a secret what everyone in the hotel was there for?

They had a leisurely breakfast and quiet conversation. Mia did the day’s Wordle. Fletch browsed headlines on his phone.

“Did we set a time to meet Brad and Diana?” he finally asked his wife.

She shook her head. “We just said we’ll see each other at breakfast.” She had been looking around at the other couples filtering into the dining room. They all had various expressions of exhaustion. None were dressed up like they had the night before. Casual clothing was the norm. It could have been a meeting of middle managers for a corporate retreat and everyone was going golfing as soon as the greens opened.

And then Mia remembered that one of the selling points of the hotel takeover was that an associated golf course was only a ten minute walk.

“Maybe we should try to meet other people while we’re here?” Fletch suggested.

Mia wasn’t opposed to that idea. She had caught the eyes of a few couples, exchanged morning greetings as they walked past, but there wasn’t any open flirting going on like the night before.

“Maybe. There’s supposed to be some sort of bondage demonstration at noon and an open symposium on living the lifestyle.” Fletch glanced up from his phone. “I was looking at the schedule of events.”

“Hi. Mind if we join you? There don’t seem to be any open tables.”

Fletch and Mia found themselves looking at another couple that was most definitely not Brad and Diana. Instead of being a middle-class couple starting to enter middle-age, this couple was younger, like them. The husband was blond with a trim beard and his wife had long black hair and was of Asian extraction, which made her stand out from the rest of the people they had seen the night before.

“Not at all,” said Mia quickly. They were seated at a large table because they had anticipated being joined by Brad and Diana. It occurred to her that they had options beyond the couple they had fucked the previous night.

“I’m Kimi and this is Mort,” said the attractive woman. “Kimi and Mort Espensen.” Fletch had to admit she was pretty, but she wasn’t his type at all. He preferred brunettes with big tits, like his wife. He had no idea what Mia’s interest in a tall, hunky blond man was.

“It’s Morten, actually,” said the tall interloper. “Traditional Norwegian name.”

“It doesn’t suit you at all,” said Mia, clearly interested in the stranger. “It reminds me of my grandfather.”

“That’s funny, because it was my grandfather’s name.”

They laughed and then Mort added, “Her full name is Kimiko, but we obviously both chose to use slightly more American versions.”

“Our families must have hated us as children because they’ve both lived here for generations and they still gave us old-fashioned names,” Kimi added.

“You make us look positively plain,” said Fletch. He gestured at his wife. “This is Mia. I’m Fletch—Fletcher. Also a family name.”

“We haven’t seen you here before,” said Kimi. “That’s why we came over. It’s only our third time. We didn’t want you to feel like outsiders.”

“Does everyone know each other here?” asked Mia, looking around again. Once more it appeared to her that everyone sitting together was just a couple, there was only one other foursome.

“Mostly,” said Mort. He gave his wife a glance. “But we also saw you two alone and thought we’d introduce ourselves.”

“It’s a compliment,” said Kimi. “And I’ll be honest, you look a little younger than most of the people who come here.”

“We’re not that young,” laughed Fletch.

It was amazing how easy it was to fall into a conversation with the new couple. They had only been married five years, both had been previously married to others, and had gotten into the lifestyle almost right away.

Fletch started to wonder if this couple was seducing them like the Ogleys had the night before. That made him wonder where the other couple was. Had they changed plans?

“So have you two gone in the deep end yet?” asked Mort.

“Uh…we haven’t used the swimming pool yet,” Mia answered. “We were…busy last night.”

Kimi and Mort started laughing. Mia and Fletch exchanged a confused glance.

“Were you fucking another couple last night?” Kimi clarified.

Fletch felt his face go bright red. He couldn’t look at his wife.

“Yes,” Mia answered.

“Good!” Mort said with enthusiasm. “Did you enjoy yourselves?”

“Of course they did,” Kimi answered for them. “Would they still be here if they hadn’t?” She then looked guilty. “Sorry. I shouldn't answer for you. But did you have a good time?”

“Yes,” Fletch said, taking control of his emotions. There was nothing to be ashamed of here. This was to be expected. “We were…uh…sort of waiting for them to show up for breakfast.”

“Did you make plans with them?” Kimi seemed worried.

“Loose plans.”

“I think I scared them off,” Mia suggested.

Fletch looked at her, confused. “Why?”

Mia blushed again and made a small gesture, indicating her breasts. “You know…”

“You have lovely breasts,” Kimi said quickly. Fletch snapped his head around to look at her. “Well, what I can see of them. They’re big, aren’t they?”

Mia was wearing a rather modest polo top that was form-fitting enough to show off her size along with a bit of cleavage. Her tits were absolutely massive compared to what Kimi had. The Asian woman was slender and from every indication had tiny tits.

“It’s why you caught my eye,” said Mort. “I like variety.” He was staring directly at Mia’s chest.

“What he’s saying is my tits are too small for him.”

“Untrue,” Mort contradicted. “I just like variety.”

Fletch was glad to see his wife wasn’t shy about the attention. “It’s not the size of her breasts,” he said.

“What is it then?” asked Kimi, very intrigued. “Do you have pierced nipples? Some people hate that.”

Mia slowly shook her head. “No…”

“Well, what do you think drove them away?”

Giving Fletch a glance who gave her a confident nod, Mia said, “I’m still lactating from our last baby.”

To their credit, the Espensens didn’t freak out.

“When did you have your last?” asked Kimi.

Mia answered. “Uh…ten years ago.”

The Espensens exchanged another look.

“That’s a while…” said Kimi neutrally.

“It’s because of me.” Fletch didn’t see any reason to keep that a secret.

They looked at him. “I have to hear this story,” said Mort.

Fletch shrugged. “It’s not much of a story. I…uh…I sort of got a taste for breast milk, her breast milk, after the second baby and we’ve never really stopped.”

Kimi nodded. “I’ve heard about this, read about it.”

Mort goggled at her. “You have?”

“I read a lot of mothers’ advice blogs, dear. But that was before your time.”

Mort refocused on Mia. “I have to say that I’m intrigued.”

There was no way that Mia would have ever expected anyone other than her husband—let alone two strange men and a woman—would have been interested in her milk, but there she was.

She decided that she liked the attention.

What was not to like?

“I can tell you a whole lot more…”

He leaned in. She wasn’t sure if that was because he was interested in the conversation or wanted to look down her shirt.

Or both.

“How much do you make?” Mort asked.

Kimi covered her face with her hand. “Shit. Here we go…”

“I don’t know. Maybe a half cup a day.”

He pushed the bowl of cornflakes he had been eating toward her. “Enough for this?” he teased.

She laughed. “No!” She took a second look. “Well, maybe…”

“Is this something you share with others…?”

“You can’t be serious,” Kimi said to her husband.

“I did last night,” she told them.

Mort, showing a tiny bit of nervousness, said, “I’m rock hard right now.”

Kimi rolled her eyes and then rather obviously put her hand under the table and on her husband’s crotch. She frowned and nodded. “He is.”

Fletch couldn’t help but laugh. “This is the most ridiculous flirting I’ve ever seen or heard.” He noted that Kimi didn’t move her hand off Mort’s crotch.

“If your friends from last night don’t show up, do you want to go to the lifestyle seminar with us?” asked Kimi.

“Is that a lecture?”

“Sort of. Half speech, half panel of experts, half group therapy session, half opportunity to hook up with new people.”

“That’s a lot of halves.”

“Well, it is a swinger event…”

After a promise to meet shortly before the seminar, Fletch and Mia went back to their room. They had even exchanged room numbers in case they didn’t find each other.

The moment they were alone behind the closed door, Fletch grabbed his wife’s hand and pressed it to his crotch. “I think I’m as hard as he was,” he said before kissing her.

“I would have liked to see how hard he was,” she replied, kissing back.

“Do you want to mess around before we go to the seminar?” he asked her as he tried to get her shirt off.

She shook her head, resisting him. “No. I want to be horny for it. I’m not wasting this horny energy on you.”

“Haha. You think you’d respect your lifelong husband a little more.” He managed to ease her down to the bed and wormed his hand under her shirt to cup her breast.

“I want to fuck him,” she said between kisses.

“Slut.”

“I know, right?” she giggled at him. “Is this okay with you?” she asked on a more serious note.

“This is great. Do you think Kimi would fuck me?”

“I think it goes hand-in-hand…”

“This is crazy.”

“That’s why I want to do it.”

The wait for the noon lecture was interminable. They busied themselves in the hotel room before they were going stir crazy and then decided a walk was the only sane way to deal with their excess energy. They knew they could have fucked, but they knew to savor the feeling as long as possible.

The hotel wasn’t exactly a resort, but there was a wooded park almost literally on the other side of the road and they took a casual stroll through the woods, hand in hand, barely talking, pretending they were a normal couple and not one up to no good.

When Mia and Fletch walked into the conference room where the forum was starting in a minute, they noted the room was packed. It held at most seating for fifty people and all the chairs seemed to be occupied. It took them a second but they spied the Espensens in the middle of the crowd, waving at them, indicating two empty seats they had reserved.

“We thought you’d never get here,” Kimi whispered to them as they took their seats. There wasn’t time for conversation as the symposium got underway.

A couple of hours later, they walked out of the conference room together.

“You weren’t kidding about the flirting,” said Fletch.

“Everything here is basically set up to have as many couple interactions as possible,” said Mort. “Maybe we shouldn’t have come together—”

“Phrasing,” snickered Fletch.

Mort shook his head and moved on. “—but nothing ventured and all that.”

“Want to come up to our room?” Kimi asked abruptly.

The crowd was pressing around them, everyone either heading off on their own or looking for lunch.

“Uh…” Fletch and Mia exchanged glances.

“Yes, the offer is exactly what you think it is,” Kimi clarified.

They went upstairs.

“We should discuss what we want to do where we have a bit of privacy,” said Mort as he pushed the door open. They had passed by some open hotel room doors, the signal for those interested to wander in and say hello or more, but the quartet had ignored those distractions.

As soon as they all stepped inside and the door swung shut behind them, Kimi abruptly turned to Mia and kissed her, slipping her arms around Mia’s waist, pulling the brunette tightly to her.

Fletch watched in amazement.

“Is this okay with you?” asked Mort.

Fletch nodded slowly. “It’s…fine.”

Mort grinned. “It’s more than fine.”

It was Kimi who broke the kiss. “Mort likes to watch me with other women.”

“Oh.” Mia’s brain wasn’t fully functional at that moment, her thought processes having been scrambled by Kimi’s kiss. “That seems…common.”

“Are you two okay with full swap?” asked Mort.

Mia’s brain kicked into gear. “Yes.”

Fletch laughed. “She’s wanted to fuck you since you sat down with us at breakfast,” he giggled.

“That’s not…” Mia started to protest. “Okay, that’s true. You make me sound slutty.”

“If the shoe fits…”

“Do you just want to pair off, or would you like a bit more of a show?” asked Mort.

“I’d like a show,” said Fletch.

“Now you’re whoring me out,” Mia complained, but turned Kimi’s face to hers and kissed her back.

“Kimi’s bi,” Mort explained as he took off his shirt. “It’s one of the reasons we got into the lifestyle.”

Fletch found his attention suddenly divided between the women kissing and slowly moving to the huge bed in the middle of the room and staring at Mort who had extensive tattoos all over his chest and back.

“Just getting ready,” said Mort. “Do you mind the tattoos? Some people don’t like them.”

“No, no. It’s fine. I just never saw someone with so many.” Fletch glance away from Mort. Watching the women was more entertaining. “Why do you have so many?”

“Addictive, I guess. I got my first one and couldn’t stop. Better tattoos than something else.”

“Are they Celtic?”

“Some, Celtic and traditional Norse. Sort of a mix.”

Fletch didn’t really want to talk about tattoos with Mort. He was more interested in the women. At this point Kimi, with Mia’s assistance, had removed her shirt revealing she hadn’t been wearing a bra—no surprise—and that she had tiny tits. Or at least tiny in comparison with Mia’s.

Fletch’s wife was slower to undress. Kimi was insistent and helped her with the four hooks that held the bra closed.

“Wow!” Kimi exclaimed when Mia’s breasts swung free. The brunette shyly half covered herself in the moment. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to make you feel self-conscious.”

“It’s okay,” said Mia. She glanced at the men who were staring at her. “How far are you and me going to go?”

“As far as you want,” said Kimi. “Just tell me when to stop.”

She pushed Mia onto her back and lay atop her, kissing once more, while cupping one of Mia’s large breasts. Having dressed casually Mia was wearing black leggings that she started to wiggle out of, once again assisted by Kimi, but she kept her modest pink panties on.

Kimi didn’t push her hand down into the other woman’s panties to explore her pussy. Instead she ducked her head and kissed Mia’s full breast, flicked the nipple with her tongue, and then eagerly sucked on the engorged flesh.

Mia easily lactated when she was aroused. She flooded Kimi’s mouth with her milk.

Kimi pulled back and looked at her husband, her eyes full of stars, “She’s so sweet! You have to try this!”

 

Chapter 5