His Wife’s Rich Milk (Complete)

The main locker rooms at the gym were closed when Evan went on Thursday morning. This was actually a good thing because the renovations were sorely needed. He had to use the family changing room. No big deal; he often used that room with his kids when they all went swimming together. Upon entering the pool, he asked the lifeguard about it.

She grinned down at him from her elevated chair. ‘You don’t swim on Thursdays, do you?’

He shook his head. ‘Nope. I’m on a new fitness plan.’

‘We clean on Thursday morning, Mr. Jacobs,’ she explained.

‘Oh, thanks…uh, Rebecca,’ he said after looking at the name embroidered on her loosely zipped sweatshirt.

She laughed at his obvious need of a reminder of her name. He hoped she didn’t think he was staring at her chest; there wasn’t much to stare at. ‘Have a good swim, Mr. Jacobs.’

‘Evan,’ he said. ‘Call me Evan.’

He only swam for half an hour. It was all he could take on a Thursday morning before work. He didn’t want to be exhausted. Evan failed to take note of Rebecca following him into the family changing to room.

‘Is your shift over?’ he asked when he heard her feet behind him and finally saw her.

‘Sorry of,’ she said. ‘I’m on a quick break.’

‘Short workday?’

‘Sorry of,’ she replied cagily and then turned around and locked the door to the changing room after making sure they were alone. ‘Hope you don’t mind, but we need a bit of privacy for this.’

‘For what?’ He asked and felt stupid for asking the question when she let her sweatshirt drop to the floor. He stated at her a moment before she worked up the courage to reach up and yank down the straps to her lifeguard suit, exposing her breasts. “Oh,” was Evan’s response to her action.

“Do you want to?” she asked.

Rebecca was a perfectly lovely woman and competent lifeguard. Evan didn’t know all that much about her other than she had worked at the gym for the entire time he had been a member, she was in fantastic shape probably because she worked at a gym, had short brown hair, and a small crop of freckles dusted her nose and upper cheeks. When she pulled her suit halfway down her body he learned two other things about her. Her breasts were very small—much, much smaller than his wife’s. Not that he had a problem with small breasts. He was just accustomed to much larger ones—specifically Sondra’s since he hadn’t been with another woman in too many years to count. He also learned that she had to be younger than he was because her nipples were pierced.

“Do I want to what?” he asked stupidly. He knew what she was asking; he just couldn’t believe she was asking it of him.

“This,” she said taking steps forward and pressing her mouth to his. He kissed her back automatically. It seemed rude not to. Rebecca’s tongue was a muscular as her thighs and body; it forced its way into his mouth and he had to fight just to keep her from shoving it all the way down his throat. She pressed her body to his. He felt the roll of her swimsuit around her waist pressing into his rounded stomach. His cock stiffened inside his swim trunks. It wasn’t the first time he was grateful he opted for a larger, more modest piece of swimming attire instead of an athlete’s Speedo.

And he felt her breasts press into his chest. He felt the hard nubs not of her nipples, but the bits of jewelry that adorned her nipples pressing against his skin. His mind recovered from the shock and he pushed her away a bit.

“I’m not sure I should do this,” he said. His voice was unsteady and shaky.

“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t,” she said, her voice low and husky. He wasn’t sure if she was trying to sound seductive or if she was so turned on her voice had changed tenor. When he pushed her back she took the opportunity to pull her swimsuit entirely off and Evan saw another difference between Rebecca and his wife. Rebecca shaved her pubic hair. She was entirely naked between her legs.

“You shave,” he managed to say as he stared at her pussy.

She nodded. “Yes. Of course. It’s a lot easier to deal with no hair down there when I’m in and out of the water all day.” She licked her lips and let him examine her body at arm’s length. If that’s what he needed then she was happy to oblige him.

“You’ve got pierced nipples,” he pointed out unnecessarily.

Once again Rebecca had to nod and agree with him. “Yeah. You like them?”

Evan was undecided. Her tits were so small they were strange to look at in comparison to his wife’s. But these little beauties were also decorated with little metal balls on either side on each nipple. He knew there was a metal bar going through the nipples, he simply couldn’t see them. “Um…I guess so.”

“Why don’t you take a closer look?” she asked and reached for his head. He allowed her to draw his face down to her chest where he could inspect her more closely. The position was slightly awkward for him. She wasn’t tall enough for him to just bend a little at the waist to see her tits, but she wasn’t short enough for him to have to kneel down for the task either.

It was fascinating to see the piece of hard metal going into her soft, sensitive flesh on one side of her nipple and come out the other. It should have been unnatural to his eyes, but Evan knew it was a stylish statement among lots of younger women. He had checked out Rebecca’s small bust many times in the past but he never had the slightest indication that she had her nipple’s pierced. Was it something she had done recently? Did she take them out when she was on duty? No, that couldn’t be; she was just on duty a minute earlier.

As he looked closely at her tits, Rebecca kept her hand on the back of his head. He hardly noticed as she pulled him closer and closer. When he was just an inch away, he finally realized what she was doing and at that point he was too late. Automatically his mouth opened up and he took her small nipple with its piercing into his mouth and suckled in exactly the same way he always did with Sondra.

Rebecca hissed slightly at his enthusiastic appreciation of her body, but then relented and let him do as he pleased. Evan was so used to the sensation of soft flesh in his mouth—and plenty of it—combined with almost immediate wetness of milk squirting from Sondra’s breast that it was a shocking collision to experience Rebecca’s tit. She was just as soft as his wife, but there was much less of her flesh. There was no milk, much to his disappointment. Beyond that, there was the collision of soft nipple with hard metal.

He wasn’t used to it, but Rebecca seemed to appreciate what he was doing to her. “Ooh,” she moaned. “That’s nice.”

Her hands moved down from the back of his neck to his shoulders and then his chest and finally headed toward his waist.

Evan pulled back from her again.

“What’s the matter?” she asked and tried not to sound exasperated.

“I…I shouldn’t do this. I’m too fat.” It was a flimsy excuse if there ever was one. Except for his cock she had already seen almost all of his body. She knew exactly what his body was like.

“I like older men who are burly,” she told him as she dug her fingers into his waistband. “Do you want to fuck or not?”

Evan hesitated. He should have told her he was married. But she knew he was married. He should have protested that he didn’t fool around on his wife. He should never have let himself get into this position.

Her hand went into his trunks and fished out his hard cock. He didn’t stop her. She fell to her knees and took as much of his length into her mouth as was possible. He marveled at his skill as she pushed down his trunks. There was no reason to resist now.

His skin was still wet from the pool and scented lightly with chlorine, but that didn’t matter. Now his cock was wet with her saliva and she abruptly released him, but pulled his body against hers as she leaned back on the wall. What followed was a small fight of lips and tongues and hands and thighs all searching for the right position, the right angle.

Finally everything came together. She tilted her hips and he pushed forward. His saliva-slicked cock slipped into her tight pussy. He hadn’t gone down on her. He had barely kissed her lips and sucked on her nipples, but she was practically dripping with desire for him. There was no resistance as he pushed all the way forward until their pubic bones met.

Once that happened he pressed hard into her and started fucking like it was his first time. Her leg came up and—showing she was incredibly limber as well as built of lean muscle—wrapped it halfway around his waist, keeping him in place.

Evan grunted as he bucked up and down, the thrusting coming from his knees as much as his hips. Rebecca gasped and made small, high-pitched mewling sounds as they fucked. Evan wasn’t thinking—he was reacting. Rebecca had wanted this and even she was surprised by the enthusiasm that Evan displayed as they rutted like animals. He knew he should have asked her a hundred important questions before putting his dick in her cunt, but that was too late now. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies. Their genitals came together in a most delightful fashion. Evan was certain the lifeguard had cum at least twice while pinned up against the wall. It was amazing they didn’t fall to the ground, but his weight held them in place and the footing was surprisingly good with the rubberized flooring the gym used.

She wondered how long he was going to be able to go on fucking her and whether she would have to tell him to stop so she could get back to her chair before her break was over. And then he came. Heavy spurts of semen shot into her pussy and they both grunted and sighed with relief. It was nothing more than stupid fucking and animal lust but Evan was fascinated by this woman whom he barely knew who had taken enough of a liking to him to actually risk her job and seduce him in the gym’s changing room.

“That was good,” she told him as he pulled out of her pussy.

“Yeah,” he replied with his voice quivering. “We shouldn’t have done this.”

“No, we should have. You were wonderful. You’re a great lay.”

That statement caught him off guard. “Really?”

“It was exactly what I needed right now.” The showers were only a few steps away and she moved over to run some water over her body, cleaning herself so she could go back to work. “Thank you,” she said as the hot water sluiced down her body.

“You’re welcome,” he said and chuckled a bit. “I should be the one thanking you.”

“Why? Your wife not any good in bed?”

He shook his head and stepped into the showers next to her, turning on the tap to wash off the pool water. “No. She’s great. I should just thank you. It seems the polite thing to do after getting an excellent fuck from a beautiful woman.”

She laughed. It was deep and throaty and honest. “I’m glad to hear that. Keep coming here every Thursday morning and I’ll guarantee that you’ll get another excellent fuck out of me.