His Wife’s Rich Milk (Complete)

“Your breasts hurt, don’t they?” Evan asked Sondra as they hurried to get dressed in the morning. In the interest of Evan’s weight loss regimen they had opted for him to stop feeding from her in the mornings, keeping only their evening time of nursing and sex.

He could tell, however, that her breasts were swollen in the morning and she wanted some relief.

“A little,” she admitted. Barely. “If it gets bad I’ll just use my breast pump at work.” She had the type of job where it was easy to slip off to the bathroom to pump and dump her milk if necessary.

“That never works as well as you want it to,” he told her. The breast pump she had was an older model—she had used it many times during her initial breastfeeding days—but it still checked out, it worked just fine, but no breast pump could equal the effectiveness of a human mouth.

“I know, but you can’t afford to put on any more weight.”

Evan sat down on the bed’s foot. “I know, but I miss it. I’m willing to get huge and fat if it means I get to nurse from you the rest of my life.”

That made his wife laugh. “We’ll have to find a different kink for you then, dear,” Sondra told him as she carefully pulled on her bra and turned her back to him. “Hook this for me,” she told him. “It’s the least you can do. It’s a pain in the ass to try and reach around to hook it.” She could have hooked it around her body, turned the contraption around and brought the straps up over her breasts, but that was unnecessarily complicated when she had an able assistant in the room with her. Besides, Evan loved to do anything for her as long as it involved her tits.

Although she tried to endure it all day, Sondra found it impossible to ignore the pain in her breasts. She got some respite from the pressure and ache by pumping her breasts, extracting the milk, but that only lasted an hour before the aching was back with a vengeance.

There was only one thing to do. After locking up her computer Sondra announced to her cube neighbor, “I’m going downstairs for a break,” and walked out of the office. No one said a word to her. As long as she got her work done in a timely fashion, no one ever complained. Instead of taking the elevator down five floors to the street and going for a walk, Sondra instead went down two floors and marched into Dr. Henry’s office.

“Is Hank available?” she asked the receptionist. While she wasn’t exactly friendly with her husband’s best friend’s employee, she and Sondra recognized each other.

“Let me check,” she said.

In two minutes Henry was greeting her in the waiting room.

“Sondra, what are you doing here? You never stop in to see me!” He gave a light kiss on the cheek.

She glanced at the receptionist who was busy on the phone. “Can we go back to your office to talk for a minute?”

Once they had a bit of privacy Henry took on an expression of actually concern. “Is there a problem, Sondra?”

“Yeah, Hank, there is.”

He sighed. “Don’t call me Hank. I hate that.”

She ignored him. “My breasts hurt,” she said.

“Have you been to your ob-gyn yet?” he asked. “I’m more of a general practitioner, but I can take a look.” He waggled his gray eyebrows at her suggestively.

“I haven’t been to see her yet. Haven’t had the chance. It started this morning and I know what the problem is.”

“You do?” he asked skeptically. Henry was a bit puzzled and wasn’t sure what Sondra was asking for yet.

“Yeah, I do.” She started slowly unbuttoning her shirt. Henry didn’t stop her. “They’re engorged and swollen and I’m in pain.” Upon opening her blouse Sondra displayed her very large breasts. Henry couldn’t help but look. He was disappointed she was wearing a completely unsexy industrial strength bra designed for comfort and support, and not to inflame a man’s desires. Still, an impressive amount of cleavage was his to examine.

“Where are you in your cycle,” he asked her, trying to keep a veneer of professionalism to her visit.

Sondra shook her head. “That’s not the problem. They’re engorged, Hank. You know what that means. They’re full of milk.”

He nodded. “Right. And that’s the source of the pain, of course. I wasn’t aware you were still breast feeding your daughter.”

“I’m not. Haven’t been for a few years.”

That answer caught him flat-footed. “Oh. Then…”

“You’re advice to Evan is what’s causing my pain. He’s the one that’s been breastfeeding from me.”

She liked the fact that she had stunned him a bit. She liked having that power over him. “I see. Um. Well, that’s not unheard of among some couples…”

“Yeah, but then you come along and tell him to lose weight. Evan decides that he’s getting too much fat from my breast milk so he cuts back and I’m the one who’s suffering.”

“Oh. Well. I see. But you can hardly blame me,” Henry said going into damage control mode. “I told him to lose weight. I didn’t tell him how exactly other than to cut back on sweets and such and get more exercise.”

“Breast milk is sweet,” Sondra pointed out to him.

“Point taken. But it was Evan’s decision on how to go about making these changes in his life. I assume he’s getting more exercise as well as not, um, drinking your milk?”

She nodded. “More swimming at the gym. But this still brings us back to my little problem. My tits hurt.”

“Have you tried pumping them and some ibuprofen?”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” she asked. “Of course I have. It didn’t help.” While it had helped a little bit she wasn’t going to admit that to him right then and there.

“So what do you need me to do?” Henry asked as he took a step back from Sondra. As enticing as her breasts were, he saw an angry gleam in her eye that he wanted to avoid.

Sondra dropped her hands down and allowed her shirt to slide off her arms. She then turned around and displayed her back to him. “Take off my bra.”

“Okay,” he said nervously, not liking where this was going. “Remember, I’m your husband’s best friend.”

“And you gave him some bad advice. Do it, please.” She said please but it was an order he had to follow.

Instead of the customary two or four hooks like most bras, this one had six running over Sondra’s spine. With nervous fingers Henry forced some slack into the material and then slipped the six hooks from their eyelets, releasing Sondra from the bit of industrial-strength lingerie.

She heaved a sigh of relief and turned around to face Henry, showing him her swollen breasts and sore nipples. To his eyes they were gorgeous. They were incredibly large for her thin frame but didn’t hang down low, they managed to stay high on her chest as if she were ten years younger than her true age. It was possible to see her blue veins under her thin, ivory skin. There were a series of veins running toward her dark nipples. He wanted to reach to cup and caress her tits, but he restrained himself.

“You could have taken off your bra yourself,” he pointed out to her.

“True, but I can’t take the pain away myself,” she told him. “Suck.”

“Suck?” he asked. He knew it wasn’t slang.

“You know the best way to remove breast milk is with a vacuum provided by the human mouth. Suckling. Do it. I need relief right here, right now and you are the man to do it.”

“But…what about Evan?”

“He’s an hour away at his job. You’re right here in front of me. I’ll explain everything to him later.” She reached up and cupped his jaw with the palm of her hand, slowly pulling his face down to her chest. “Please help me out.” She wasn’t begging. She was ordering.

Henry went along with her request. He was only a human, and only a man. He couldn’t resist the sexual request of a beautiful woman who was topless in his office. Pressing his lips to her big nipple he sucked it in and was immediately reward with a squirt of milk that filled his mouth.

The sweetness surprised him. Henry knew that it was supposed to be sweet, but it was much more so than he expected, sweeter than fruit juice or sugar water. There was no reason to resist and he sucked again. The milk flooded his mouth this time and Sondra sighed as he started to alleviate her pain. She pulled him tight to her breast and encouraged him to continue.

It was such a simple process and yet it excited him. Henry had played with, licked, sucked, bitten, teased, pinched, and twisted any number of women’s nipples in his life but this was different. This was the first time milk had ever come out of those nipples. He switched back and forth between her breasts, listening to Sondra groan and sigh with relief—and pleasure—at his suckling. The milk was incredible, the more he drank from her the more he wanted. He finally settled on her left breast, and sucked hard.

She hissed sharply at the bit of pain, but the milk sprayed out. “I need to sit down,” she told him as her legs shook.

Henry was happy to oblige. He pulled her around his desk and sat in the chair pulling her down onto his lap. She straddled his legs and pushed her tit back into his mouth. Now he could feel her hot pussy against his body. He could feel her warmth through her slacks and presumably her panties. He could sense the wetness contained inside her clothing. Henry’s hands went up her back and forced her close to him. He was nearly smothered by her big tits but that didn’t matter at the moment. His cock lay trapped inside his own pants and Sondra made matters worse by sliding her hips back and forth, making his cock strain under the pressure.

“Do you want to?” she asked.

“Want to what?”

She didn’t answer him, but pressed his mouth back to her breast, then moved her hips back. Reaching down Sondra unfastened his pants, dived in, and pulled out his cock. Since it was already rigid it immediately stood up and was ready for use. The hardest part was forcing herself back from Henry’s mouth, breaking the latch he had on her tit. Once she managed that, it was simplicity itself to pull down her slacks and panties.

Henry had no remorse, no guilt at all as she straddled him again and slipped his cock deep into her pussy. He groaned with appreciation as her warmth encased his manhood. She brought her right tit up to his mouth and let him suckle as she moved her hips, working his cock within her body.

They kept the sounds of their lovemaking to a minimum so as not to alert the patients and staff in his office. The coupling of their bodies didn’t last very long in any case. Henry had precious little control when fucking a woman with huge tits full of milk. When he came inside her his hot spunk was enough to push her over the edge to paradise.

As they cleaned up and straightened their clothes—Sondra putting all of hers back on—she said to him, “We’ll have to do this again. Evan can’t be drinking all my milk now, can he?”