Suburban Milk Maids

Part 1

One

Suburban

 

 

“I’m jealous of your boobs,” said Joan.

Sara looked down at her chest. Her tits weren’t that large, at least she didn’t think so. She wasn’t small by any means, but they weren’t huge and she was always careful to dress modestly enough so her breasts weren’t on display. “Size isn’t everything,” she told her friend as she sipped her coffee.

“I was never huge to begin with and after my kids stopped nursing…I basically went flat.” She drank from her coffee mug and half wished she had the guts to ask her friend to spike it with some alcohol. Any alcohol. She had just dropped off her youngest for the first day of Kindergarten and was both elated and full of anxiety.

Joan was a few years older than Sara, but her youngest was only in first grade. “I had the same problem,” she commiserated.

“You did?” Sara was surprised. “You’re pretty...” she struggled for words. “Pretty big now. Did you have work done?” While the neighborhood they lived in wasn’t poor, it was pretty much the definition of middle-class. Indulging in surgery for fake tits on a soccer mom was an expense beyond that of most of their peers.

“Ah…no, not exactly.”

Sara narrowed her eyes. “So what happened? You aren’t fat by any means. How’d you get every excess pound,” she made a gesture indicating Joan’s chest, “to go exactly where you want it? Don’t tell me good genetics.”

“Ah…by letting my husband indulge in his kink.”

Joan looked askance at her friend and neighbor. “Do I want to know what his kink is?” While being curious at her friend’s statement, Joan was also guarded. Some things were better off not being known by friends and family.

Her question made Sara realize that maybe she had said too much. Joan was a friend…but other than going to school events and letting their kids play together, how much in common did they really have?

And then again, what did it matter if she lost a friend over something that really didn’t matter? Was that person really a friend in the first place?

“He likes boobs,” Sara said cautiously.

Joan rolled her eyes. “Don’t all men? C’mon. Tell me. You’re really making me curious now.”

With a shrug Sara plunged forward. ”Okay. Just remember: you’re the one who wanted to know. Mal really likes boobs and it’s not all about size with him.”

“Okay…” Joan had no idea where Sara was going.

“Anyway, after kids, I got the big swollen tits that you get when you’re nursing…and then afterwards they started to fade. This was a huge disappointment to Mal. I wasn’t necessary huge, but he liked how I was…shaped.”

“So what’s the kink?”

Sara shifted uncomfortably on the stool in the kitchen. They were in her house so if Joan got offended, she could just storm out. Everything would be fine. “Mal likes my boobs during sex. Duh. Everything about them. And you know that if you have a baby nursing on you all the time, your body just responds and makes as much milk as the baby needs.”

“Right,” Joan agreed and waited for Sara to continue. Sara sipped silently at her coffee. Realization dawned upon Joan. “You…he…likes to nurse from you?”

“What man doesn’t like sucking on his wife’s breasts?” asked Sara cagily.

“How does that make them bigger though?” Joan hadn’t connected all the dots yet.

“I’m lactating right now,” Sara finally confessed, unwilling to drag out the pointless conversation any further.

Joan’s eyes went to her friend’s chest, looking for the dark stains on her blouse, the tell-tale signs of leaking milk. “Right now?”

Sara shifted again, trying to hide her chest without making it look like she was trying to hide her chest. “Well, yeah. I’m not leaking or anything. But, shit, you can’t imagine how much money I’ve spent on breast pads in case I leak.”

“Really?” asked Joan skeptically.

“I’m wearing them now, but it’s mostly out of habit and paranoia. I really only leak when I see Mal.”

“You leak when you see Mal?” That amazed Joan. She couldn’t really imagine that. She remembered her body’s response to a hungry, crying baby, but having her body respond at the sight of her husband was mind-bending. She loved Chris and all, but experiencing a physical response at his seeing him was another thing entirely.

“Yeah. And sometimes when I hear his voice. It’s involuntary, but holy shit has it made sex better.”

 

“Get your tits out,” said Mal as they got into bed.

“You’re such a romantic,” said Sara. The one thing she definitely didn’t like about lactating for her husband was the near-constant need to wear a bra to keep pads in place in case she leaked. Away from Mal she was usually fine, but when he was close, her body knew what it wanted and her milk production went into overdrive.

“I don’t have to nurse from you,” he said as he rolled away from her, displaying his back. For many couples that would have been the end of it, but Sara found his muscular back to be incredibly sexy. She loved seeing and feeling the ripple of his muscles under his skin; that was a definite advantage of being married to a man who worked out just to please her. She ran her finger down his spine and he shivered.

Pulling her finger away she quickly yanked her nightgown over her head along with the camisole that had been somewhat containing her tits. Malcolm rolled back to look at Sara displaying her chest. “I’m full,” she all but pouted. “You aren’t going to make me suffer, are you?” She reached out again and touched his chest. He didn’t have the muscles of a body builder, but that wasn’t why she had married him. She was fascinated by his nipples that weren’t all that much smaller than hers. He liked it when she played with them during sex, but they both preferred him sucking on her tits.

Mal was fully under her spell. All she needed to do was show off her tits and he would do anything for her…as long as that included nursing from them. “No,” he said and pulled her down to him. They quickly got into their customary positions on their sides facing each other, Mal wiggling down until his lips grazed her nipple.

A moment later he drew it into his mouth and she moaned softly. It was always the first contact that was the best. All it took was one suck and she felt her milk letting down. It had been on edge for hours, the time it took to get the kids to bed and get to the privacy of their bedroom. Each suck rewarded Mal with another mouthful of milk which he eagerly swallowed. Sara clutched the back of his head and tried to control her breathing, reminding herself the initial response was strong, but she would settle down shortly. She barely felt Mal’s fingers pinching her other nipple to keep it from leaking. If nothing else Mal was greedy and didn’t want to lose a single drop of her precious milk.

As he sucked she felt thrilling chills run through her body, especially to her pussy. That was half the reason she kept up with the pressing schedule of constant nursing. Before Mal started nursing from her sex was just okay, she liked it and all, but it wasn’t anything she had to have. After they started their strange kink…sex was something she needed. More often than not they would wind up having sex when Mal was done nursing.

Sara was more than happy for that to continue for the rest of her life.

They nursed together in a silence only broken by the occasional slurp of Mal’s lips on her soft flesh. He shifted back and forth between her breasts, lowering the pressure on them steadily, but raising her physical need to have sex. After her conversation with Joan earlier in the day she had already figured out they were going to have sex tonight. She could feel Mal’s hard cock against her let. That was a physical response she often forgot about; Mal loved nursing from her almost as she loved being nursed. He got just as much of a thrill from it as she did.

But she would never tell him that. She had to make it seem like she was doing this for him and she suffered for it.

“Fuck,” she groaned as he squeezed her flesh in his hand. She was mostly empty now but her panties were soaked with her juices. All she could think about was taking them off and getting filled with Mal’s cock.

“I can do that,” Mal said and pulled her on top of him. That was another great advantage to being married to a strong man; he could manhandle her the way she liked. Who wanted to be fucked by a weakling?

Her panties were still on along with his pajama bottoms. While Mal kept a lip lock on her left breast Sara struggled and moved around, pulling her panties down over her hips and off her legs. It would have been easier if Mal had stopped nursing it would have been easier, but she didn’t want him to stop and he wasn’t going to stop until he was done.

Eventually she won the battle and got her underwear off. That started the battle with Mal’s cock. It was relatively easy to untie the drawstring to his pants, but then they had to work together to push them down far enough to free his cock. It would have been easier if he wasn’t on his back, but they weren’t going to change positions now.

Once they were undressed enough for sex, they moved together with the motions of couples who knew each other’s bodies and responses after years of being together. Mal easily slipped his cock up into his wife’s pussy and they both sighed with relief at the joining of their bodies.

Sara riding Mal was their usual position. More than once Sara had joked that most boring couples only fucked missionary. Mal always responded the same way: “Then how else would I play with your tits?”

She now knelt up, pulling away from him slightly while rocking her hips back and forth, stimulating his cock. It wouldn’t take long. They both knew that. His eyes were riveted to her tits. She was used to that and she didn’t stop him from handling her breasts. It felt more natural to have his hands on her than to wear a bra.

“Did you get enough to drink?” she asked him.

“Uh-huh.” His strong fingers rolled her nipples back and forth. She liked that because he knew the exact amount of pressure she needed, not too much to cause pain and not too little that would just tickle her.

“Do you like my tits?” she asked already knowing the answer.

“Uh-huh.” His eyes were glazed over. She could have asked him to cut his throat and he would have happily complied.

“Do you know what I did today?” she asked. Sometimes they talked during sex, sometimes they didn’t.

“First day of school. Went to work.” He didn’t want to talk. He just wanted to fuck and cum.

“I talked with Joan. I told her that you love my breast milk.”

That was enough to get Mal’s attention. He briefly paused in moving his body in time with hers. “What?” He was shocked and embarrassed. No one knew about what he and Sara did. He didn’t want to be viewed as a baby. Maybe her doctor knew about her continuing lactation, but that was it and even that was too much. Every time she went to the doctor they had to be extra careful in nursing, removing as much milk as possible before a physical exam. “You didn’t!”

His hands and dropped to her thighs and Sara missed the attention her tits had been getting. She grabbed his strong fingers and brought them back up to her nipples. Almost automatically he started to play with her nipples again. That was what she wanted and Sara almost always got what she wanted when it came to his addiction to her tits.

“I did. She was curious because I’ve got a great rack.”

Mal started thrusting up into Sara. The idea of his wife talking about her tits and milk with someone else was exciting. “You sure do,” he agreed.

“She was jealous.”

“She should be,” he agreed. “She’s got small tits.”

Sara laughed at him. “You’ve been checking her out?”

Mal’s wife knew all about his obsession with breasts. “Of course I have.”

“She wants tits like mine,” Sara said with an air of superiority.

“She should. Your tits are amazing.”

“She wants me to help her.”

“Uh huh. How’s that going to work?” Mal was at the edge, he wanted to cum. He needed to cum.

Sara leaned forward and dragged her nipples across Mal’s chest, up to his mouth. He latched on and sucked getting another mouthful of her sweet milk. His cock came almost all the way out of her pussy. “I told her you’d help out,” she whispered in his ear.

A second later he slammed his cock deep into her pussy and came hard. That was enough for Sara and she came along with him, her body shaking in sympathy for her confusion over exactly as to what she had agreed to.

When they were finally done and they were lying next to each other, panting from the exertion of sex, Mal asked, “How am I supposed to help out Joan?” he asked. His libido should have been satiated for the moment, but when it came to breast milk, Mal had an interest that would never go away.

Pressing her lips together, Sara tried not to laugh, and failed by letting a few giggles escape. “I just said that to get you wound up,” she told him. “It worked. I had a fantastic orgasm.”

“It worked,” Mal agreed. “But are you serious about Joan?”

“Yeah. I think she really wants bigger boobs.”

“If she’s going for lactation tits, she doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into,” Mal said.

“She has two kids. She knows what she’s doing.”

“With kids, yeah. But what about her husband?”

“She and I will find out soon enough,” said Sara.

 

Down the street Joan pushed her hand down into her husband’s pants, searching for his cock while she kissed his cheek. All she did was cup his soft cock and a second later she could feel him start pulsing and growing. “What’s gotten into you?” He didn’t mind the attention. It was just unexpected.

“Can’t a girl want sex?” she asked coyly.

“Yeah…” he said warily. Rick wasn’t an idiot, but his wife always seemed to be up to something. “But what do you really want?”

In deference to the warm September weather, Joan was wearing an oversized nightshirt and no panties, but her husband didn’t know that. What she liked about the nightshirt was that it was thin and the snaps on the front could be opened up all the way down to her belly button. She grabbed her husband’s hand and brought it to her chest, laying it on top of one of her breasts. Automatically he gently squeezed the small amount of flesh underneath the thin material. “Do you like my boobs?” she asked him. It came out blunter than she intended, but she had a burning desire to get an answer from him.

“I love every part of you,” he said. Her hand was busy on his cock and he would say anything to keep her attention.

Joan became more aggressive in her attitude. “Just answer my question, do you like my tits?”

“Sure, yeah I like them.”

His answer came too quickly and automatically for her. Joan sat up in bed, pulling her hand from his cock and his hand from her breast, and then ripped open her nightshirt, popping open all the snaps in one movement. Displaying her bare breasts to him, she boldly asked, “Can you honestly say you like these shriveled up little things?”

Rick was taken aback. He hadn’t expected the encounter to go this way. “Uh…I didn’t marry you for your body, Joan. I married you because I loved you. I’m not stupid. I expected your body to change over the years especially after a couple of kids.”

She fixed him with an angry glare. “Don’t feed me that psychological horseshit you use on the idiots in your office, Rick. I’m not some troubled employee looking for counseling.”

Still on his back, he looked up at her. “So what are you looking for?” he asked her.

“Tell me what kind of tits you’d like me to have. Don’t intellectualize it; just tell me what you fantasize about when you’re fucking me. Bigger? Smaller? Giant nipples? What?”

Rick swallowed and chose his words carefully, but his wife was already angry so there wasn’t much risk in how he answered. “Yeah, bigger and fuller would be nice, but I’m still happy to have you the way you are, the way that makes you happy.”

Pulling the nightshirt closed, Joan looked at the wall and said, “What would make me happy is having boobs like I did ten years ago.”

“You aren’t twenty three any longer,” Rick reminded her.

“Sara told me she could help me get my old boobs back.”

“Really?” Rick was skeptical. “Is she trying to talk you into a boob job with some doctor? That’s not you, Joan. And it’s not what I want either.”

“I want bigger tits,” she said boldly. “I don’t like these old baggy things and I want my old body back!”

Rick nodded in agreement. “I’m fine with that, but I don’t think that we can afford elective surgery for a boob job for you.”

Joan licked her lips and smiled slyly at her husband. “Who said anything about surgery?”

 

 

Two

Effort

 

Joan looked doubtfully at the products Sara had lined up on her kitchen breakfast bar counter. Normally the only thing on the counter was coffee and food. Today there was a bottle of pills, an oddly familiar device, and a glass of water.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Joan said under her breath.

Sara’s hearing was very good, however. “You aren’t actually doing it yet. You’re just thinking about it,” she pointed out. The pills and water remained untouched.

“This is something stupid teenagers would do because they want bigger boobs like the other girls in school,” Joan complained.

“I never had that problem,” Sara commented.

Joan sniffed. “I tried all those exercises the girls’ magazines recommended.”

“Those just give you stronger back muscles,” Sara said.

“I know that now,” Joan said.

“Do you want to do this or not?”

“What are the downsides?”

“There are none,” Sara said all too happily. “If the pills don’t work, fine. If they do, you get bigger tits.”

“And milk. Constant lactation. That’s a downside”

Her response gave Sara a broad smile. “That’s not what Malcolm would say. He’d say that side effect is the best part of it. What do you think Rick would say?”

Joan couldn’t meet her friend’s gaze. “We talked about it. He says he’s fine with it. As long as it’s not surgery. And it’s not permanent.”

A confident smile on her face, Sara opened up the bottle and shook out a pair of pills which she handed over to her friend. “Trust me. After a few weeks he’ll get addicted to the flavor of your milk and he won’t want to stop.”

Picking up the glass of water, Joan said, “If you say so.”

“Don’t over think it,” Sara encouraged her. “Just throw yourself whole heartedly into it.” She wasn’t sure why she was encouraging her friend to do this, but it was fun.

“Or give in to peer pressure,” said Joan, “just like in high school when you try smoking pot for the first time.” She closed her eyes and threw the pills into her mouth and knocked them back with a swig of water.

“I never smoked pot in high school,” said Sara, somewhat mortified she had pressured her friend to do this.

“I did. I gave into peer pressure a lot in high school.”

For a second Sara didn’t know what to say, so she just moved on to the breast pump on the counter. “You know what this is. You’ll want to use it a few times a day for as long as you can stand, ten to fifteen minutes at least. After a couple of weeks you’ll be making milk like old times.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered to herself.

The comment made Sara crestfallen. “You don’t want to be milk sisters?” she asked, disappointed.

Seeing the effect of her comment on her friend, Joan was embarrassed at her behavior. “Sorry. No, I want to, I’m just remembering all the downsides to nursing. The constant leaking, having a baby always needing me, the swollen breasts.”

Sara put her hand on top of Joan’s. “Trust me, it’s worth it. I don’t really leak, only when I see Mal. It’s not a baby that needs you constantly; it’s an adult man who respects you as a person, not a source of food. And the swollen breasts…” Sara stepped back a pace and shoved out her chest, showing off her normally well-hidden assets, “those are more than worth it.”

Joan eyed her friend’s impressive breasts. “So I see.” She glanced at the pill bottle. “Maybe I should take three of those.”

“No, just two, twice a day. You’ll grow plenty fast.”

“Why are you doing this for me?”

“Because I can,” Sara said sweetly. “And because Malcolm thinks you’d look great with a bigger chest. I’m inclined to believe him.”

That night as Mal nursed from his wife, she said to him, “I started Joan on the herb regimen today. It should only be a few weeks before she starts developing.”

“Why are you telling me this?” he asked his wife, mumbling into her breast.

“Don’t you want two women lactating for you?” she teased him while she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Yes, but I’m pretty sure her husband will be nursing from her.” He switched breasts, first licking away the few collected drops of milk on her nipple before earnestly nursing from it.

“What if he doesn’t?” asked Sara, a blissful smile on her face. “Then you’ll be the one who has to nurse her.”

He looked up at his wife. Her eyes were glittering and he wasn’t sure if that was because she was excited and ready for sex or if she was teasing him.

“Me?” he asked skeptically, his words half stifled by her round breast.

“Of course.”

“Why me?”

“You can’t expect her to just stop lactating and have her tits deflate to nothing again, can you?”

“Um…I suppose not.” Mal settled in and sucked on her wonderful milk another minute, tasting her sweetness. He knew she was just teasing him; there was no way she would want him to nurse from Joan. It was just pillow talk. Pillow and milk talk. But it worked. He was getting very hard.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” said Sara softly. “As soon as Rick gets to experience what it’s like, I’m sure he won’t say no to her. Can you imagine the two of them together, him sucking on her tits and her fingers down in her pussy, teasing herself until she’s ready to be fucked?”

At that moment Mal realized that was exactly what his wife was doing. Her fingers were busy playing with her clit. He abruptly rolled to his back and got her on top of him. They were already naked so it was easy for Sara to run her fingers down his chest, muscular with just a scattering of hair, and toward his cock. She took her time so he inserted himself into her wet pussy and she began their usual steady fuck, her tits moving and swinging just enough to visually please him and physically stimulate her.