The Milk Harem

The Milk Harem

 

An Erotic Lactation Harem 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.

 

The Milk Harem

An Erotic Lactation Harem Novel

 

Copyright © 2023 Green Bush Publishing

 

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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.

 

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Chapter 1

 

I’ve never stopped lactating. 

That being said, I got married two years out of college and had kids right away.

Everyone—except me—was thrilled I was having twins.

Let me tell you having two babies sucking on your nipples all the time for over a year straight IS NOT FUN.

Eventually they stopped.

But my husband never did.

I went from a nice full B cup in college to double Ds after the twins.

Lucian said he loved the change in my body.

It had to be true because he kept nursing from me for the next decade and a half.

I sort of liked it. I had to, right? I mean, I did. I never told him to stop. I loved the sensation of the man I loved sucking on my tits, drawing out the milk, and letting me relax and then we’d make love. 

It wasn’t exactly every night that he nursed from me, but it was damn close. 

As the twins grew up (our kids, not my tits) we kept an active sex life which included a lot of nipple play and sucking. It wasn’t anything that we discussed, it just sort of happened and became part of our regular routine. Sometimes he’d wake me up in the morning sucking my tits.

I mean, Lucian did insist, more or less, that I wear loose fitting pajamas or nighties so he could always get to my tits. I went along with that because it was fun.

It wasn’t like my tits were constantly dripping milk all day every day. My milk wasn’t letting down the moment I saw him every night after work. It was just a little quirk we had to our sex life. 

When I stopped to think about it, I was making maybe a few tablespoons of milk every few days.

Lucian said he could taste it when he sucked on my tits as foreplay. Or sucked on them during sex. Or sucked on them in the middle of the night when out of habit he nuzzled down to my chest. Or sucked on them in the morning because he woke up horny and wanted to make me horny so we could have morning sex.

Okay, maybe it was a lot more tit sucking than I thought, but it was fine. I loved it and so did he.

The day after we got the twins settled at college we returned to an otherwise empty house. We were truly alone for the first time in years. Shawdowpaw our fat black and white cat didn’t really count because he’s fat and lazy. And a cat.

With realizing it I knew I was horny. Lucian was tired from all the driving and moving student supplies and furniture. I didn’t care. I put on a matching set of pale pink lingerie, nothing too fancy, just a bra that made my tits look fantastic and a pair of panties that had unnecessary but semi-revealing cutouts that hinted at what was underneath.

I crawled up on the bed as he was watching television while laying down. In the back of my mind I started to think the TV mounted to the wall would be useful for showing porn if we wanted. 

“You’re blocking the view,” Lucian complained as I seated myself on his thighs and arched my back to display myself to him.

“Am I?” I asked, slightly perturbed. “You’d rather watch…” I turned my head to see what he was watching. “You’d rather watch Star Trek than play with your wife?”

“It’s classic Trek,” he pointed out.

“Not a good argument,” I said as I reached behind my back and unhooked the bra, letting it fall from my shoulders and tits before tossing it aside. “Are you sure you can pass these up?” I hefted my boobs and absently thumbed my nipples, bringing them to life as I continued to block his view. 

“You’re teasing me.”

“I’m horny.”

“I suppose just this once…” he relented. 

“I can’t believe I have to talk you into sex,” I told him as I leaned forward and hung my tits in his face.

Lucian knew exactly what to do. He gripped my left breast with his right hand and absently thumbed the nipple. With his mouth he latched onto my right and started sucking.

I sighed. I always sighed when his mouth found my nipple. I sighed and a moment later my pussy started to moisten. This was common for us, but I hadn’t bothered to close and lock the bedroom door. We were alone. I liked being alone with my husband.

Rocking my hips back and forth, I could feel his hardening cock through my panties and his pajamas. But more than anything I liked the sensation of my husband sucking on my breast, drawing out the little bit of milk through my nipple. 

He kept sucking and sucking the one nipple while playing with the other. I could feel my milk leaking out of my right breast, running over Lucian’s fingers, making everything wet.

For some reason the attention my husband was giving me was more distracting than usual. I couldn’t stop my hips from grinding on Lucian and I didn’t want him to stop sucking either. I couldn’t really speak. I just sighed and moaned, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

My nipples had never been especially sensitive, but I certainly liked them sucked. This time was different than before. I could feel it. I felt an orgasm building unlike I had ever had before. 

There was no reason to fight it. I just went with it.

Lucian’s mouth was full of my breast and my milk. My breast wouldn’t stop dripping. My pussy was throbbing in anticipation of being fucked, but I didn’t want that. I wanted something else I couldn’t verbalize and elucidate.

It turned out that what I wanted was to cum. I came. I came hard. My body shook as the electric thrill of physical climax filled me. I clutched Lucian’s shoulders with my hands and squeezed his hips between my thighs. 

My husband pushed me back, forcing me to sit up so my tits weren’t in his face any longer. 

“Problem?” I asked him.

Lucian shook his head and coughed a little. “I thought you were going to drown me.”

“Drown you?”

“I’ve never had so much milk in my life,” he said, indicating my left breast which was still dripping milk.

I was certain there wasn’t any way I could have drowned or choked Lucian, but I could feel the milk leaving my body. I rather liked it.

“Did you like it?” I asked him.

“I like the taste of your milk, but maybe not so much all at once when I’m not expecting it.”

“I came,” I informed him.

“I know. I could tell.” He smirked a little. “You soaked through your panties.”

Looking down I saw that I certainly had and I had gotten his pajamas wet as well. I was a bit of a mess. I wasn’t just dripping from my nipples but from my pussy as well.

It was a bit embarrassing but I was okay with it. After all, I was with my husband.

“You got me all worked up,” I accused him. 

“You tried to drown me with your milk,” he accused right back.

I didn’t blame him.

My limbs had stopped trembling so I was able to roll to my side and relax for a moment. “Did you cum?”

“No.”

I hadn’t expected him to but it was polite to ask.

“Do you want to?”

“Yes,” he answered with a chuckle.

I rubbed the front of his pajama bottoms. Maybe soaked was overselling it a bit. His pants were wet but not sopping wet. I still wanted to grab a towel to dry off, but maybe after we finished playing.

“I’m not sure I want to,” I teased.

“I’ll jerk off then,” he grunted and started to pull down his pants.

I stopped him. Then I helped him get his cock out. “No. I’ll help.”

“Do you want to have sex then?”

“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing?”

“Sort of, yeah, I guess.”

“I don’t want it in my pussy tonight,” I said for no good reason at all as I started stroking his cock. It fit perfectly in my hand.

He moaned in annoyance. “Then what do you want?”

“Want to titty fuck me?”

Lucian gave me a look like he thought I had lost my mind. 

Maybe I had.

“Really? I thought you said that was stupid.”

I shrugged. “Maybe it is, but I’ve never done it and we should start doing stuff we’ve never done before.”

“Why?” he asked with some caution, as if I was trying to trap him in some bit of perversion. 

“We’ve got the whole house to ourselves. We aren’t getting any younger. I don’t want to sit around and wonder ‘What if we had done that?’ for the rest of my life.”

“And you want to start with titty fucking?”

“It seems harmless. And maybe fun.”

“Then what do you want to try that isn’t maybe so harmless?”

I gave him a wink. “Maybe later I’ll tell you that.”

I had an idea, of course, but I wasn’t going to tell him that just yet.

“How do you want to do this?”

Given our height differences and other factors, we quickly worked out that me laying on my back with him straddling my body was easiest.

It was an experiment for the both of us. My tits were more than big enough, but of course I still had to hold them to surround his cock. I wasn’t sure if I was glad that my husband didn’t have a huge cock so I could do this for him, or if I wished he was bigger.

I didn’t want to admit it to him—I could barely admit it to myself—but I liked the way he titty fucked me because it massaged my tits in a way I hadn’t expected.

It was pleasant but I wasn’t going to cum from having my tits fucked.

Or maybe I was. As Lucian continued to fuck them—which was very pleasant to tell the truth—my nipples continued to leak. I looked down at Lucian’s cock appearing and disappearing between my tits before reappearing again and saw the milk leaking. 

It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Once I saw it, I could feel it. I liked it more than I wanted to admit. After cumming so recently I shouldn’t have been eager to cum again, but I was turned on. 

I wasn’t a virgin, but I was brand new to doing this.

Lucian was long enough and my tits were big enough that I could bend my head a little and extend my tongue so that when Lucian’s cock slid free I could lick his cockhead. 

He was leaking salty, slippery precum. I liked the taste of it more than I expected. As much milk as Lucian had swallowed from me, I had swallowed plenty of his cum over the years. 

I was eager to swallow more of it.

I wanted him to cum and shoot his load all over my face and neck and make me look like a whore.

Shifting my eyes upward, I caught his gaze. “Like treating your wife like a whore?”

He grinned and nodded. I liked his weight on me. I liked serving him. “I’m going to paint your tits.”

“Do it,” I begged. “Cum all over me. Cum on my face. Give me a pearl necklace because you haven’t given me one before. Not a real one.”

He shook his head and closed his eyes. This was a bone of contention between us. My engagement ring was modest and matched my wedding band. Other than an occasional pair of earrings, I rarely wore jewelry of any sort. He had offered many times, but I declined. We’d rather spend our money on travel or the kids.

But I wanted the pearl necklace he promised.

“You like a slutty wife with big milky tits?” I asked him, licking his cock once more before licking my lips.

The words did it for him. “Oh…fuck…fuck yes!”

He came.

He came and shot his spunk all over me. Not on my face, but under my chin, on my neck, on my upper chest, even getting smeared between my breasts.

It was super filthy and I loved it.

Lucian shook for a moment before collapsing to the side.

“What brought that on?” he asked me.

“I was just horny. So were you.”

“You’ve never acted that slutty before.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Hell no.”

 

 

Chapter 2

 

“Did you know ‘the tits’ means good?”

I looked across the lunch table at my coworker. Debra was a very nice woman to work with. She was polite, met her deadlines, didn’t complain too much, and was always willing to participate in office activities but not make it the center of her life. 

The one thing that did annoy me was she obviously dyed her hair red. It was a good dye job and she maintained it, but her eyebrows were black and her coloring was off for natural red hair. 

But whatever.

“Yes, Debra, I knew that ‘the tits’ means good. I have teenagers in my house. Had teenagers in my house. They’re in college now,” I reminded myself.

“It seems a little vulgar, don’t you think?” She actually blushed a little at the thought.

I wondered what sex with Debra was like. She was about ten years younger than me but for a woman in her mid-thirties she was unnaturally naive. Did she know that it was possible to have sex in a position other than missionary?

“Wait until you hear about the linguistic trend that’s capturing the hearts and minds of high schoolers everywhere,” I said. “They’ve been saying ‘the shit’ for years and it means ‘good’.” I grinned at her and took a bite of my sandwich.

“Well…I mean…I get it,” she stammered. “It just doesn’t make much sense.”

“Very little about slang does,” I agreed with her. “Don’t worry. No one will ever mistake your tits for the tits,” I teased gesturing at her tiny bust line.

Debra blushed bright red and crossed her arms in front of her small chest. She was a thin woman and while we had never discussed bra size I doubted she could fill a B cup. Me on the other hand…

“You don’t need to be rude.”

“I’m just teasing. And a little jealous. You try hauling these girls around for twenty years. Anyway, switching subjects entirely, how’s your boyfriend? You haven’t mentioned him since yesterday…”

She grimaced. “We had a fight last night.”

I frowned along with her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound flippant.”

“It’s okay, we’ve had our ups and downs. I’ll give him a few days.”

“If you want to come over after work I have a bottle of wine that I’d be happy to split with you.”

“You know I’m not much of a drinker.”

“I know. That’s why I’m offering to share the bottle with you.” I gave her a wink.

 

The trick was to get wine that appealed to a younger palate. Debra liked sweet, so I got sweet. It wasn’t my favorite, but she was surprised and pleased with the flavor. 

After one glass, her tongue loosened and she was able to speak freely about her troubles with Mason. 

I listened politely. Lucian was working late and I didn’t have anything else to do.

After a half hour of complaining, I interrupted her. “I’m sorry, hon. I need a quick break, but I need to take my bra off.”

“Oh. Sure. Sorry.”

Any normal woman would have gone to the bedroom and quickly changed. I was no normal woman. I was wearing a loose-fitting blouse that only hinted at the size of my boobs. I reached up behind my back and unhooked the bra while Debra looked on in stunned silence. 

Once the back band was free it was easy to pull my arms inside my sleeves, slip off the shoulder straps, and then stick my arms back out the sleeves. I reached up under the shirt and tossed aside my bra. Leaning back in my chair I didn’t bother to look down at my chest. I could feel my nipples hardening as Debra stared at me.

“Oh.” I liked her comment.

“Sorry. I’m a little dizzy from the wine and I didn’t want to stagger all the way to the bedroom.”

“That’s okay,” Debra managed to say.

“Want to take yours off?” I asked her boldly.

“I…uh…I’m wearing a cami, no bra.”

“Hot,” I said, giving her a wink. “I can’t wait for Lucian to get home,” I commented absently.

“Oh. Should I get going?”

“No, no. It’s just that my boobs hurt.”

“Why?”

“My milk has been building up all day.”

“Your…milk?”

“Yeah…I’m still lactating.” I tried to make it seem casual, like it was something everyone did.

She blinked. And then she blinked again. Her mouth opened but no words came out. I waited patiently. Finally Debra was able to speak. “I’m sorry, did you say you were still lactating?”

“Yes.” I didn’t elaborate.

“From the twins?”

“Yes.”

“Uh…how?”

“Lucian likes it.” True and vague at the same time.

“He…he does?”

“When you’ve been married for a while, you tend to get kinky.”

“Oh.” Debra gulped down most of her remaining wine. 

I pressed onward.

“Lucian isn’t getting home for another couple of hours.”

“And that’s…what now?”

“The milk builds up and gets painful,” I said while reaching one hand under my shirt to gently massage my left breast. “He needs to draw the milk out or I have to hand express it.”

She watched me manipulate myself for a minute. 

I’ll admit it: the massage felt good. It wasn’t exactly masturbating, but it was close. Unfortunately I also started to leak from the massage.

Or maybe that’s fortunately. 

I felt my fingers getting wet and sticky from the sweet milk.

Debra was staring at me. I let her and didn’t say anything, but I knew the material was darkening from the wetness. 

She wasn’t able to remain silent for long. “You’re…you’re leaking,” she pointed out.

“I know. I hate it when I leak. It doesn’t hurt but there’s no satisfaction from it. I really need someone to suck it out.”

Maybe it wasn’t the smoothest seduction, but I hadn’t done this sort of thing before. I hadn’t been with anyone other than my husband in over twenty years so my flirting skills were out of practice.

Once more Debra blinked in confusion.

“Do you mean me?”

I paused. “Who else?”

“Don’t you have something to help you out?” she asked nervously.

I shook my head slowly. “No.” And then I started to unbutton my shirt.

She watched. My nipples were slowly leaking and they were hard little nubbins as I slowly displayed myself to her. 

“Wow,” she said softly. “You have big boobs.” I don’t think she realized what she was saying. “They…they’re nice.”

“Thank you.” I supported the bottoms of them with my hands hefting them up, showing them off to her. “Do you like them?”

“I’m a little jealous,” she admitted.

“Because yours are so small?” I asked boldly, lightly rolling my nipples between my fingers.

“Yeah…” She seemed mesmerized.

“Don’t you want to feel them?” I asked. “Taste them?”

Slowly Debra shook her head. “No. I don’t need to do that.”

“Are you sure? Aren’t you a bit curious?”

I saw a shudder pass through her body. “I mean…a little.”

“Who’s going to know?” I arched my back a little, accentuating my large tits. 

It took Debra a moment to process that. “I mean…no one but us, right?”

“That’s right. I’d really appreciate it if you’d help me out a little.”

I saw the interest in her eyes. We were seated at my dining room table, just a few feet away from each other. I felt more than a bit slutty, more than a little bit wanton, and exactly like the sort of woman that no one wanted and everyone desired.

“Is it okay?” she asked.

I nodded. “It’s more than okay. I won’t tell anyone. I just need you to help me out a little.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. She was going to do it. I felt a little bad because my tits were big enough that I could duck my head and take a nipple in my mouth and suck. It was a little trick I had done before with Lucian and he liked it, but I preferred him to suck my tits and drink my milk. 

Debra pushed her chair back and carefully set the wine glass on the table. I moved so that I was on the edge of my chair. She went down on her knees in front of me. I kept waiting for her to glance up at me but I think she was a bit ashamed of what she was doing. 

Even so, that didn’t stop her from taking one breast between her small hands and gently cup it. I slowed my breathing to let her explore. She didn’t take a lot of time caressing and playing. Maybe she wanted to get right to the main attraction and didn’t want to lose her nerve. Maybe she didn’t know what else to do. Maybe she felt trapped. 

I started to feel bad about seducing her. Debra was a casual work friend and having her suck on my tits was a bit of a betrayal.

Then her lips touched my nipple and she drew it into her mouth and all my doubts evaporated.

Her sucking was tentative at first. I felt her tongue circle the nipple as she got situated and figured out how much to pull into her mouth. I’d been with a few men before Lucian and they all seemed to know exactly what to do when it came to sucking on my tits. I wasn’t sure if it was as natural with women, but then again maybe it was instinctive because it only took Debra a few seconds to figure out exactly what to do.

When she sucked for the first time in earnest, a shiver ran down my spine and my milk, already leaking, flooded into her mouth.

In surprise, Debra pulled back. “Oh…wow!”

“What?” I was nervous.

She glanced up at me, furiously blushed bright red, and then focused her eyes on my nipple.

“It’s sweet. I didn’t expect that.”

“Babies love sweet things.”

“And there’s a lot of it,” she added.

I wasn’t exactly spraying milk, but there was a steady dribble now.

Losing all pretense of shyness, Debra leaned in again and this time licked from the underside of my breast all the way up to the nipple before pulling it into her mouth again. 

In the back of her throat she made a little groan of satisfaction. I didn’t do or say anything because I didn’t want to scare her away. 

She sucked and sucked again. I could feel the milk flowing. She swallowed and pressed her face against my soft flesh. One hand moved from my breast so that she could circle her arm around my back, drawing me closer.

Debra was a work friend and not much more, but at that moment I felt closer to her than anyone else in the world other than my husband. He was the only other one I had been this intimate with. 

She sucked a few more times. I could feel the sensations in both my breasts and a steady wetness building in my pussy, dampening my panties.

“Is this okay?” she asked, taking a quick break to lick her lips and wipe her chin with the back of her hand.

“It’s perfect. Keep going.”

“Should I switch sides?” she asked.

It took me a moment to figure out what she was asking. At first I thought she was asking my permission to go from straight to lesbian (or at least bi), but that was a stupid thought. 

She was asking a much more practical question. 

I looked at my free breast and noted it too was leaking, albeit much slower than the one she had been nursing from.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

Debra nodded in agreement and adjusted herself again, switching to my other side.

The shiver down my spine this second time wasn’t as strong as before, but that was fine. I loved the way she licked up the milk that had already leaked out before she latched onto the nipple and drew it deep into her mouth so she could properly feed on me.

I cupped the first breast with my hand, lightly pinching the nipple to prevent the loss of any more precious milk. 

More experienced now, Debra sucked and swallowed all the milk I made. I looked down at her and experienced the same feelings I had when Lucian was doing it to me.

That was strange. 

Always before I thought my love for him was just because he was my husband and the father of my children, and when he nursed on me, that was just confirmation of my love. But Debra was nursing and I was feeling the same emotions for her as I had with Lucian.

That messed with my head. 

I knew it was just hormones and roiling emotions and confusion because I was sort of cheating on Lucian (but not really). Even so, I couldn’t help but brush away a stray lock of hair from Debra’s face so that it didn’t annoy her and I could gaze upon her. I wanted to lean down and kiss her cheek, but I didn’t want to risk breaking her lip lock on my breast.

And besides, kissing her would have been weird.

Well, weirder. Having a casual friend nurse from my tits wasn’t exactly within the realm of common and ordinary.

When I tucked the stray lock behind her ear, she glanced up at me but didn’t say anything. I think she loved the taste of my milk and wanted it all for herself.

I was fine with this. I was happy with this. I was thrilled with this.

But I was also getting turned on and I knew where this sort of thing wound up between me and Lucian.

I was a little nervous about what might happen next with Debra.

For the moment I just let Debra have her way with me…after convincing her that she was having her way with me. 

I knew I wasn’t going to cum from her playing with my tits…except that maybe that might happen. I wanted it to happen and I could feel an orgasm slowly building.

Abruptly she pulled off my nipple and looked up at me. “I love this, but I think your milk is gone.”

That wasn’t surprising. It wasn’t like I had two twin babies nursing on me every few hours. When that had been happening it seemed like I was making a gallon of milk a day. Maybe not that much, but it felt like it. Nowadays I was making maybe a few ounces with each breast and just for Lucian.

And now Debra.

I wondered what he would think of me sharing my milk.

The thought excited me but I still pushed it aside.

“Thank you,” I said as Debra struggled up to her feet. Being on her knees for that long couldn’t have felt good. “The pain is gone.”

“You’re welcome.” She looked nervous and unsure of herself, like she didn’t know what to do next. “Do you…uh…do you need anything else?”

Taking a breath I said, “I’m going to be honest with you, Debra. When my husband sucks out my milk, he really turns me on.”

“Oh. Are you…are you really turned on right now?”

I nodded slowly. I didn’t bother covering up my bare breasts. “Yeah.”

“What…what do you need to do for that?”

It was a leading question and she damn well knew that. 

“I can’t wait for Lou to come home, so…”

I didn’t finish my statement. I just stood up. I was a couple of inches taller than Debra. That somehow gave me confidence. 

She didn’t pull away when I put my arms around her and pulled her in close. She stepped forward when I embraced her.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had truly kissed someone other than my husband. And I had never kissed a woman before. Not when I was in college or high school. Not in the few years out of college before I married Lucian. I had never desired to kiss a woman. But…

Most of my life I had wondered if I was bi. Not truly, truly bi, but I always had no trouble finding plenty of women beautiful. I had had a few secret fantasies where I masturbated and gotten myself off wishing I was with a woman.

I was proud that I didn’t have any hang-ups, but sometimes the thought weirded me out. I knew fantasy was fantasy and getting off to it was fine and dandy, but I never intended to act on it. 

Until I suddenly wanted to act on it.

The first step had been seducing Debra, getting her to suck on my tits. The second step was to kiss her and see what happened.

She didn’t pull away. She didn’t freak out. The world didn’t end. I didn’t stop loving my husband. 

But I wanted so badly to know what happened next.

When I pulled back Debra didn’t react. I didn’t know if that was good or bad. She just opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Do you want to?” I asked, not knowing what I was asking.

Debra nodded. 

That was all the permission that I needed.

Taking her hand I led her from the dining room to the bedroom. I didn’t bother turning on the light. There was dim light coming in from the windows. I wasn’t sure if I could look at her while doing this. 

We kissed again. Her lips were so soft. It was unlike kissing Lucian. Not better or worse, just different. I could feel my nipples contracting and I wanted so much more.

She didn’t resist when I pushed my tongue into her mouth. If anything, she circled her tongue around mine so that we played and teased each other.

Since I was already half undressed, I decided to take the initiative and undress her. Getting her top off was easy. She hadn’t been lying. Underneath she wore a modest and cute camisole. 

When I touched her breast through the soft cotton I heard her inhale sharply and suddenly there was the hard nubbin of her nipple pressing into my fingers. I pinched it lightly for a moment and then pulled the cami up over her small breasts. 

While I knew she had small tits, I hadn’t fully realized how small they were until I got the cami off. In the dim light I could see her light brown nipples and areola, both smaller than I had imagined but incredibly cute. I was getting more and more turned on by the moment.

She didn’t object when I ducked my head and lightly kissed one of her nipples. Debra let out a little moan and then a gasp of surprise when I went down on my knees and started working on tugging down her pants.

“What are you doing?” she asked like she was an innocent virgin.

“Do you not want to?” I asked, disappointed. “Do you want to stop?”

“I just…I just don’t know how far to take this.”

I looked up at her. The darkness didn’t hide everything. “I want to take off your clothes and have sex with you.” That sounded stupid. I quickly followed up. “I want to fuck you.” Shit. That wasn’t any better.

“Have you…have you ever done this before?”

“Have sex? Yeah.”

“I didn’t know that you were bi.”

“I’m not. You’re the first woman I’ve ever done this with.”

“Oh.” 

I kissed her tummy as a sort of incentive. 

“But you’re not bi?” she asked, confused.

“I don’t think so. But maybe if we have sex I’ll change my mind. Do you want to keep going?”

“I’m bi,” she blurted out.

“I…I did not know that.”

“I’ve only had sex with men before,” Debra revealed.

“Okay. Me too. We’ll do this together then.”

She nodded eagerly and reached behind her head to pull her red curls into a loose, self-contained ponytail.

This time when I drew down her pants, she didn’t object at all. In the process she kicked off her shoes which slowed down the process, but that was fine. 

I left her panties on and moved her to the bed.

The light was dim but she was wearing rather plain and boring underwear. Certainly she hadn’t expected to come to my house and be seduced into her first Sapphic encounter. It didn’t matter.

I joined her on the bed and we kissed again. She was on her back and I was on my side so I could let my hand travel down her body. I briefly fondled her tiny tits that all but disappeared when she lay on her back, and then let my hand slide down her tummy all the way to her pussy. I cupped her mound through her cotton panties as we kissed.

I could feel her heat. 

I could feel the moisture that was building up inside her.

Feeling bold I slid my fingers under the elastic and searched for her slit. I was surprised to find her mound was perfectly smooth. She didn’t have a single hair I could feel. I—unlike a few clumsy lovers I had had in the past—easily found her slit and her clit.

Debra’s body shivered as I gently fingered her. She opened up her legs giving me full access.

I underestimated how well lubricated she was and my middle finger almost accidentally slipped up into her pussy. It wasn’t accidental—I had entirely wanted that to happen—I just hadn’t expected it to go so quickly.

She gasped at my digital penetration and then giggled. “Don’t stop,” she all but begged as she wiggled around and got her hands down to her hips where she then attempted to pull off her last remaining garment.

It was a failure. A tangle of limbs and fingers and soft cotton material. Nothing went smoothly but after far too much fumbling we managed to remove the offending garment from her hips and pulled them off her legs.

I then proceeded to finger her exactly the way I always wanted to be. I’d been finger-blasted before and have usually enjoyed it, but no man had ever done it to me exactly the way I wanted.

Maybe that was the secret to lesbianism, knowing how to give your partner the pleasure no one else could. No man at least.

Debra and I kissed as I played with her pussy. We were both horny, her probably more than me because in less than a minute she was moaning loudly, wiggling around, and then trapping my hand between her thighs as she crossed her legs and came hard with body-shaking spasms.

“Oh fuck, that was…that was…that was perfect,” she pronounced and then giggled. “I don’t think I can tell my boyfriend about this.”

“He doesn’t need to know,” I told her and then rolled on top of her. We kissed some more, my weight pinning her down. I broke the kiss and turned my head so I could suck her amrita off my fingers. 

She saw what I was doing and grabbed my wrist to put my fingers in her mouth. I watched as she sucked them like she was performing fellatio. 

My eyes must have been wide.

“I like sucking my boyfriend’s cock after her fucks me,” she admitted.

I nodded. “Can I go down on you?”

“Uh…you already made me cum.”

“I want to make you cum again.”

Debra didn’t object. 

I was entirely in new territory. I suddenly flashed back to college and the one Renaissance poetry class I took. John Donne wasn’t the most famous of English poets but he did have a few lines that I remembered from “To His Mistress Going To Bed”:

 

Licence my roving hands, and let them go,

Before, behind, between, above, below.

O my America! my new-found-land 

 

I still wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be romantic or dirty or passionate or both, but I knew that I was going down on Debra and I had never done this before. I was eager and willing to learn, but I didn’t want her to know I was a novice.

As it turned out I was pretty good at eating pussy. Maybe I was a natural. Maybe it was a touch of beginner’s luck. Maybe Debra was so eager and ready that just a slight application of tongue to clit was all that I needed to make her cum.

I frankly didn’t care. I took great satisfaction in making her wiggle around, call out for help, make noises that would have frankly been embarrassing if she hadn’t been having sex, and everything else combined.

When I judged that she had cum and she needed a moment's respite, I pulled back a little and looked up at her. The lighting was dim, but it was good enough to see her delighted face and sappy grin.

She grabbed my face and pulled it up to hers.

That kiss was more intimate than any other we had shared.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

Unfortunately that was as far as it went for us that night.

I wanted to keep going. I wanted to ride her face and make her my bitch.

But then I glanced at the time.

I was still wearing my pants. My tits didn’t ache anymore, but I couldn’t help but think about Lou as Debra and I held each other and exchanged little kisses.

“This is weird,” she finally said.

“Do you want me to take off my pants?” I asked, thinking it would put us on equal footing and maybe I could forget about Lou for another minute.

“No, I think I should get dressed and leave,” she said flatly.

“Why?”

“I have a boyfriend and you have a husband,” she reminded me as she sat up. Debra didn’t get out of the bed, but that didn’t mean anything.

Or not much, anyway.

“We don’t have to tell them.”

“I think I want to tell Mason.”

I was taken aback. “You do?”

“I need to tell him.”

“Uh…why?”

“I need to figure out who I am.”

She didn’t have to lay it all out for me. Maybe I was a bit bi, but she was a bit more than that.

At least, I think that was the case.

“I understand.”

“Are you going to tell Lucian?”

That was an excellent question and I had an answer for her. 

“I don’t know.”

 

Debra got dressed and left, but only after a few more kisses.

I put on my bra and top and waited for Lou to get home.

He found me in the living room pondering the vicissitudes of life. 

“What’s the matter, hon?” he asked after giving me a kiss on the forehead.

I didn’t even think about it. I just let my mouth take over. 

“I had sex with Debra.”

Lou was stricken. For a moment I thought I had given him a heart attack. He sat down on the couch and I thought he was going to faint.

“Hon? Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah. Fine. Holy fucking shit I’m so turned on right now.” 

It was nice to be honest with the man I had married.

“Are you teasing me?” I asked.

He grabbed my hand and pressed it to his crotch. 

His cock was rock hard.

Looking at him I could only say, “That was not the reaction I was expecting.”

“Tell me more. Tell me everything.”

Lou sat down next to me on the couch. I started to rub him through his pants while I spilled my guts about my encounter with Debra. I tried to remember everything. Lou asked a couple of questions as I went through my story but didn’t really interrupt.

I was nervous about telling him, but there didn’t seem to be any immediate repercussions about my infidelity. 

Lucian and I had a trusting relationship and marriage. We were a little bit kinky—see above my short description of nearly twenty years of lactation—but I had never imagined us as swingers or having an open marriage. 

Maybe that was changing.

When I finished my story Lucian had a faraway look in his eyes. Or maybe it was just lust. I don’t know.

“Are you…are you angry with me?” I asked. “If you are, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

Standing up, Lucian opened up his pants and let his cock spring out. “Suck me for a minute and I’ll cum all over you.”

With an invitation like that, how could I say no?

I grabbed his cock and pulled it to my mouth. I felt like a slut sucking off my husband in the middle of the living room, but I should have felt like a slut for having sex with someone other than my husband less than an hour earlier.

Hell, there was a good reason that I felt like a slut: I was a slut.

Usually fellatio is just a bit of warm-up between Lucian and me before sex. More often he sucks on my tits and pulls out all the milk before we get down and dirty. I don’t mind blowjobs. I love giving blowjobs. I just don’t like them becoming a chore.

Tonight it wasn’t a chore.

I barely had time to really start sucking him in earnest before his balls tightened up to his body. That was always the sign. 

“Oh fuck,” he said.

I didn’t have time to react.

The first spurt hit me in the back of the throat.

Reflexively, I swallowed. I liked it.

The second spurt filled my mouth and coated my tongue.

I swallowed the second spurt as well. I was no stranger to what my husband liked.

There was a pause in his orgasm and I thought that maybe he was done. Or maybe I just pulled his cock from my mouth because I wanted him to see what I was willing to do for him.

The third, fourth, and fifth spurts landed on my face. 

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck!” The words from Lucian were a compliment. 

I liked being complimented like a slut.

“Did you like that?” I asked him.

“You know I did.” He slowly collapsed back onto the couch. It was an awkward move because his pants were around his ankles and his shoes were still on.

Before I got up from the floor I wiped my face with my fingers, removing his cum. He watched as I sucked my fingers savoring the taste. I’m not a huge fan of the flavor of semen, but when the mood struck me, I was more than willing to eat cum.

And I wanted to impress my husband and make sure he still loved me.

“Fucking hot,” he said. He was obviously spent.

On my feet I said, “I need to wash my face. But we need to talk.”

“Hell yeah we need to talk,” he agreed. 

I avoided looking at my reflection in the mirror of the downstairs bathroom. I was proud and ashamed of myself at the same time. 

I didn’t understand myself any longer.

When I came out of the bathroom Lucian had pulled his pants back up and was waiting for me.

We could have pretended that nothing had happened and this was all some weird fever dream.

Instead, he came right to me and gave me a soul-touching kiss. I knew he had to taste his cum on my tongue because I could still taste him.

“Thank you,” he said.

“For what?” I asked innocently, hoping that he might want to pretend that I hadn’t just blown him in apology for having sex with a woman.

“For the blowjob. For telling me about the sex with…with…what was her name?”

“Debra.” I blushed.

“The woman at your office?”

“Yeah.”

“Hot.”

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized. 

“Stop apologizing.” He gave me a kiss. I still couldn’t believe how he was fine with my cheating. I suppose it wasn’t with a man, so there’s that. His hands pulled at my top and before I knew what was happening, he had pulled my shirt and bra up and over my head.

He eyed my tits critically. “They still look good.”

I crossed my arms over my breasts self-consciously. “Don’t look.”

He pulled my arms to the side so I had to expose myself. “They look fantastic.”

“This is weird.”

“Want to go to bed?” he asked.

“I’m pretty sexed out for the day.”

“I don’t think I can get it up again. I came pretty hard.”

We went to our bedroom. I was certain I was imagining it, but Debra's scent seemed to linger in the air.

We changed clothes. We got into bed. Immediately Lucian pulled up my top to expose my breasts again. I was used to this. More often than not this was how we went to sleep. He’d nurse on me for a bit, we’d both relax and drift off to sleep. 

More than once I’d fallen asleep while he was still sucking on me.

He had told me that there were plenty of occasions when he had fallen asleep and then woken up with my nipple still in his mouth before rolling over and going back to sleep.

It was weirdly middle-aged boring and sexy at the same time.

That night when he ducked his head and captured a nipple, I automatically said, “I don’t think there’s any more milk for you.”

Lucian didn’t hear me. He sucked on both my tits for a bit, experimenting and checking. 

Not ever a single drop.

“She drained you completely.”

“Yeah. Sorry,” I apologized again without thinking about it. Damn my mother and her insistence on good manners, even when I was cheating on my husband.

“Do you think you’ll do it again with her?” he asked after nuzzling my soft flesh for a minute.

“No,” I said quickly. After a minute of nuzzling and licking I changed my mind. “Maybe. I don’t know. It was weird. I’ll have to face her tomorrow and that’ll be weird to say the least.”

“Do you want to do it again?”

“You know I love having my tits sucked.”

“Do you want to do it again with her?” he clarified.

I couldn’t lie to my husband. I could cheat on him, apparently, but I couldn’t lie to him to his face. 

“Kinda yes,” I said.

“Why not just yes?”

“Because this is new and she’s a woman and it would be cheating on you and—” 

“It’s not cheating,” he quickly interrupted.

“What?”

“It’s not cheating. You have my permission. Can I watch next time?”

“Wait a second. Of course it’s cheating. And what do you mean ‘Can I watch next time’? There’s not going to be a next time.”

“Monopoly house rules.”

“What?”

Lucian sighed. “Monopoly house rules. Lots of people put two hundred bucks under free parking. Nowhere is that in the rules but lots of people do it anyway. House rules. Our house rule is you can have any woman you want to nurse on your tits.”

I just stared at him. “You’re serious.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because it’s wrong.”

He shook his head. “No. I just gave you permission. House rules. And I am making a request that I get to watch next time. Or sometime.”

“You just want to fuck her.”

“I’ve never met the woman.”

“Okay, true. But you still want to fuck her.”

He kissed me. It was a tender kiss, the sort that lots of married couples had in public when their relationship became boring.

“Okay, sure. I’ll fuck her if you want. I’ll fuck any woman who sucks on your tits. Does that make you feel better?”

“No. Are you upset that I might be bi?”

He gave me a look like I was an idiot. “You just had a woman suck the milk from your tits and then you went down on her. I think we’re already past the ‘might be bi’ stage.”

I shook my head. “No. I’m just experimenting.”

“Fine. While you’re experimenting can I watch?”

There were a million ways this could have gone worse. 

It occurred to me that I was incredibly lucky.

Okay, sure, there are a lot of men who might encourage their wife to explore her bi side especially if he gets to watch or participate, but I’d never considered myself that lucky.

It turned out that I was.

“Sure,” I agreed. “As long as she says yes as well.”

 

 

Chapter 4

 

Debra and I seemed to avoid each other the next morning at work. Or maybe I was just perceiving it that way.

Still, she showed up in the lunchroom at our usual time. I was already at our usual table. The lunch room was mostly empty. 

She didn’t walk away or sit at another table. I breathed a silent sigh of relief.

“How’s your day going?” I asked her.

“Fine. Yours?” She opened her lunch. Salad.

I looked at my salad.

“Boring.”

“Not like last night,” she said quietly.

I blushed bright red and looked up at her. 

Debra was blushing bright red as well.

At least we were both on the same page. 

“Yeah, about that—” I began.

She interrupted me. “Please don’t say anything bad.”

“I told my husband.”

“Oh my god!” She grabbed my wrist in a panicked gesture. “How can you be so calm?”

My leg was bobbing up and down, slightly shaking the table. I forced myself to stop the shaking and took a deep breath. 

“Lou said next time he wants to watch.”

If I had ripped off my clothes and run around the office naked the expression on Debra’s face couldn’t have conveyed more surprise and confusion.

Letting go of my wrist she said, “He did?” Debra was remarkably calm considering the circumstances. 

“Yes.”

“What…what do you want?”

“I want to let him watch next time…if that’s all right with you?”

Debra looked down at her salad and a stray red lock fell in her face. Knowing it was dyed red didn’t bother me now because I wanted this next thing to happen and I’d do anything to keep my husband happy.

“I haven’t told Mason.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I should if we’re going to keep this up.”

She managed to lift her chin and look at me. My eyes locked with hers. It wasn’t a bold answer, but it was an answer.

“Do you want to do it again?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about how good your milk tasted last night,” she said softly. 

No one was near us in the lunchroom. Still, it would have gotten both of us fired if I had leaned across the table and kissed her.

“I want to do it again,” I confessed to her.

“Me too.”

“I’m nervous about it.”

“Me too.”

“Is it okay if Lou is there?”

Her face turned bright red again. “Yes.”

“I’ll tell Lou.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

Right then and there I wanted to kiss her.

Instead I went to the restroom because my tits were aching. Generally it took a couple of days of milk build up before they started to hurt but after lunch they felt like they were bursting. I had always had trouble hand expressing my milk.

I was forced to open my shirt and pulled down my bra so I could suck on them. 

After a few seconds, I had to agree with Debra. My milk was delicious. 

Knowing that work bathrooms were often used for masturbation, I didn’t feel bad about playing with my tits and sucking my milk.

Still, I wanted to do it under sexier circumstances. 

Once I had calmed myself with self-nursing, I sent a text to Lou informing him what Debra had said.

He replied back almost at once.

You’ve got to invite her over tonight.

I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that. But on the other hand, I didn’t want to play coy games either.

I found Debra’s number on my phone and texted her, inviting her over for the evening. I didn’t want to put in writing exactly what I was inviting her over for, but she quickly got the idea.

Just as much fun as planning our evening was playing the game of keeping our texting activity secret from everyone else in the office. It was a childish thrill, I knew, but you get to a certain point in your life and you take the thrills wherever you can get them.

The upshot of the whole thing was that she was coming over after dinner. 

I hated obligations people couldn’t get out of.

 

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked Lucian for the millionth time.

I was certain I was starting to wear on his nerves.

My nerves were equally terrible. I had had sex with Debra the day before and had a decent understanding of our relationship, but suddenly Lucian was being added to the mix and everything was being thrown off-kilter. But then again…I had never been in a threesome before.

I was hitting that phase in my life when I wanted wilder and kinkier sex and was willing to do whatever it took to make it happen.

Lucian glared at me and folded his arms over his chest. “Why wouldn’t I want to watch my wife having sex with another woman?”

“Because she’d be cheating on you?” I suggested.

“Free parking,” he reminded me.

“Still seems weird,” I commented before gulping down the last of my wine. I had limited myself to two glasses because I didn’t want to be a sloppy drunk when Debra arrived.

However, I wasn’t going to be stone cold sober either.

“I wouldn’t be this calm and cool if you told me you wanted to fuck another guy,” I said while waving my hand at him.

“I don’t want to fuck another guy.”

“I wouldn’t be this calm and cool if you told me you wanted to fuck another woman,” I amended.

He didn’t reply right away.

“Ohmighod!” I exclaimed. “You want to fuck Debra!”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I haven’t even met her yet.”

“But you want to!”

“I want to have a threesome with you and her.”

“Yeah…but I thought that meant…you’d watch her and me and maybe jerk off and maybe fuck me when we’re done.”

“We can do all that as well,” he said.

“We didn’t agree to this. We didn’t discuss this!” I started to hyperventilate and grabbed the bottle of wine, dumping the last of it into my glass. Disappointingly it only filled it halfway. I took a more than healthy gulp.

“Sorry. I was just sort of hoping.”

“We’ll keep it appropriate,” I snapped at him. “Me and her! You get to watch. You get to jerk off. If it all goes well I might—might—fuck you afterwards.”

He held up a hand. “Fine, fine. But I reserve the right to amend and alter this agreement at a later date.”

I couldn’t argue with that. Maybe because my head was swimming at this point. Maybe because I didn’t want to admit to him or to myself that my panties were incredibly damp. 

The natural reaction I had to my husband admitting he wanted to have sex with someone other than me—the woman I was having sex with!—was anger and jealousy.

But I was also turned on more than I wanted to admit.

I couldn’t tell him that.

It turned out I didn’t need to.

The doorbell rang.

I raced to answer it, partly to get away from Lucian so I wouldn’t say something stupid, and partly because I wanted to see Debra.

I flung open the door and there she was. 

Her dyed red hair was artfully arranged. She had carefully applied her makeup so it was attractive without being overdone. Her top was tight and outlined her small boobs. I liked how the pretty flowers all over it gave her an innocent air. 

I didn’t see anything else she wore because I greeted her with an overenthusiastic hello, one that sorority girls would imitate. You know the sounds. That squeal. I hated myself for making it but Debra didn’t seem to mind. 

She accepted my hug and we kissed cheeks. 

I wanted to shove my tongue down her throat.

I restrained myself.

Pulling her into the house and through the foyer, I all but dragged Debra into the kitchen where Lou and I had been drinking.

“You have to meet my husband because—” I didn’t give her a reason. We all knew why.

Lucian politely rose to his feet when I stumbled into the room with my date…my friend…my coworker. None of those seemed right. 

“Hello,” he said, extending his hand. “You’ll have to excuse Amelia. She’s a little nervous and has been drinking.”

“I’m not drunk!” I announced way too loudly. I clapped my hands over my mouth.

Debra and Lucian eyed me. 

“Okay, I’m a little drunk.”

“I could use a drink,” said Debra. “I’m a little nervous too.”

Lucian held up the bottle. “I’ll have to open another. It appears we’re a little short.”

“Do you have something a little stronger than wine?” asked Debra.

Lucian fixed Debra a martini while I anxiously sipped at my wine. They made small talk like they had been introduced at some office function and were being forced to socialize. There was talk about the drive over and what a pain in the ass the new assistant VP was.

All the while my tits ached.

I could feel the milk in them begging to get out.

Okay, that didn’t exactly make sense, but the thing was I wanted my tits sucked. I wanted to kiss Debra and make Lucian jealous and see how far I could push things tonight.

When he was done preparing the martini, she tasted it and proclaimed it was the best she had ever had.

“I tended bar for a few years out of college for some extra money,” my husband informed her.

“You haven’t lost your touch.”

“Thank you.”

She rested her hand on his forearm and I was suddenly sure she was trying to seduce my husband right in front of me.

I mean, maybe she was, but she was supposed to be seducing me. She was supposed to be sucking on my tits. She wasn’t supposed to be flirting with the man I loved.

In order to get their attention I carefully set my wineglass down, got to my feet, steadied my wobbling by grabbing the counter, and then stating loudly:

“Hey! Are you going to suck on my tits or are you going to flirt with my husband all night?!”

 

Chapter 5

 

They both looked at me like I was insane.

Or drunk.

I was a little bit of both.

“What are you doing, Amelia?” my husband asked calmly while looking at my chest.

I noticed that Debra was looking at my chest as well.

I didn’t blame them. I had a great chest. Big DD tits that stood up rather proudly considering my age and that they had been lactating for two decades. 

But they weren’t looking at my tits because I was wearing a fetching dress that made me look good.

No.

They were staring at my chest because I had ripped open my blouse, popping a few buttons off the fabric in the process, and completely exposing my tits to them.

Or at least my tits as they were barely contained by my pretty red bra.

“Uh…moving things along?” I finally answered when the silence became unbearable.

“They look great,” said Debra mildly, which was the only way to deal with a woman who was not following the norms of polite society. Or even the norms of threesomes, whatever the hell those were. I was still learning.