His Wife’s Rich Milk (Complete)

“How did you get this number?” Rebecca asked when she heard Henry’s voice.

“I have my ways,” he said trying out the persona of a mysterious ladykiller.

“Uh-huh,” said Rebecca. “Meaning that you just asked Sondra and Evan for it.”

Henry was miffed. “Something like that.” He paused and gave his next words some thought. He was used to dealing with women who were willing to get into bed with him, but—oddly—he found himself attracted to Rebecca in a way that he knew wasn’t healthy. “So…would you like to get together sometime for a little…physical activity.”

She actually laughed at him and Henry found himself turning red with embarrassment. He was glad that they weren’t using Skype where she could see his reaction. “Sure,” she managed to force out between slowly ebbing giggles.

He was put off by her reaction and answer. “Why the laughter?” he asked bluntly.

“I knew why you were calling and what you were going to ask. Why not just ask me to have sex?”

“I like to think I’m a little smoother than that,” he said trying to protect his masculinity.

“When and where?” she asked. “I’m open to just about anything.”

His house was nice Rebecca thought as he admitted her to his place. It was obviously decorated by a gay man being paid too much money by a single, straight man and it was also obviously maintained by at least one maid visiting once a week or more, but it was nice. He knew a little bit about what women liked when being brought home. It was good he wasn’t the marrying type, because she never would have dated him for long and certain never would have married him.

“What do you want to do tonight?” she asked him after he gave her a brief tour of the downstairs.

“I’d like to fuck. Any objections?”

She smiled at his confidence. “None at all.”

“Good. I like being in charge. Do you like taking orders?”

She licked her lips in anticipation. “Maybe. I’ve never played the role of a submissive before.”

He shook his head. “I’m not looking for a submissive. I’m looking for a woman who can follow orders. Do you want to play that game?”

“Sure. Tell me what to do.” Rebecca didn’t see where he was going, but if it meant she got laid tonight, she was happy to play his game.

“Take off your clothes.”

“Strip for you?” she asked. “Do you want a striptease?”

He shook his head again. “No. Just take off your clothes. Do you like rough sex?” he asked as she pulled her shirt over her head. When that was done she kicked off her sneakers and started unzipping her jeans.

“Sometimes.” She kicked aside her jeans and flung off her socks. Underneath her clothes she was wearing an athletic bra and matching panties. They were supposed to utilitarian, but somehow she made them sexy.

“Keep going,” he encouraged her.

Rebecca grinned. There was no hesitation as she pulled the bra over her head and then yanked her underwear down her legs. Stepping out of the small black garment she posed, one leg slightly in front of the other, pointed on her toes, just barely hiding her cunt. “See anything that you like?” she asked.

“How long have you shaved your pussy?” he asked. She was wearing her small studs through her nipples but he didn’t comment on those at all.

“Ever since I became a lifeguard.”

“When was that?”

“When I turned eighteen.”

“How many men have you had sex with?” he asked.

This wasn’t exactly what she was expecting to happen, but she went with it. “I don’t know.”

“Give me your best guess.”

Rebecca thought a moment. “Probably around a dozen.”

“How many women?”

“Six.”

“You knew that answer right away.”

“I liked having sex with them better.”

“I thought you liked cock and pussy.”

“I do. But my heart desired pussy. It’s my pussy that wants cock every now and then.”

“But you’ve had sex with more men than women.”

“I tend to sleep with the women more than once.”

“Should I feel honored I’ve had you twice?”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Have you ever masturbated in front of another person?” he asked.

That struck her as an odd question, but she answered it. “A few times. But only with women.”

“Jill off for me,” he said.

“Right here, right now?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I need to lay down to do it.”

“Have you ever had sex standing up, or against a wall, or bent over a table?”

Rebecca didn’t like where his questions were going. “Yes.”

“Then you can do is standing in the middle of my living room.”

It was definitely odd standing naked in the middle of Henry’s living room while he was seated on the couch watching her. She glanced at his pants and noted his obvious erection. Her hand went to her pussy. After slipping to fingers just inside her slit she realized she was more than just a little bit wet. Maybe she was liking this more than she thought. “I’m not sure,” she said as she wiggled her middle finger up inside herself.

“If you don’t make yourself cum first, I won’t fuck you.”

For most women that wouldn’t have been much of a threat, but Rebecca wanted to please Henry. And more than that she wanted him to fuck her with his cock. She needed cock right now…and she needed his seed as well. “Okay,” she agreed and closed her eyes. She liked to lie down when she masturbated, but she could do this for him. She liked showing off for her lovers. It was easy to close her eyes, think of what he would do to her, and rub her clit enough to make herself cum.

It only took a few minutes and the orgasm she had wasn’t very satisfying, but it was enough to please Henry. “Very good,” he complimented her. That made her happy. “Not lick your fingers, taste yourself.” She did as he ordered. “Now come over here, get on your knees, and suck my cock.”

“I’d rather you fuck me with it,” she said as she slowly walked over to him. He opened up his pants and pulled out his cock. It was large and handsome. She wanted it in her body but she was prepared to do whatever was necessary to get it there.

Dropping to her knees Rebecca opened her mouth and accepted his cock into her throat. He was large but not unduly so. It was easy enough to suck on him, taste his salty precum, and wrap her lips around the head while she swirled her tongue over the sensitive glans. He grunted and jerked under her treatment. Without any warning, he pulled back, leaving her mouth empty.

“You don’t like oral?” she asked, teasing.

“I do,” he said. “The problem is that you’re too good at it. You’re going to make me waste it in your mouth.”

“So sorry. Everyone I sleep with says I’m the best at sucking cock…or eating pussy. It depends on the person.”

Henry stood up and quickly pulled off his clothes. “Turn around. Get your ass in the air, hands on the floor.”

And just like that he knelt down behind her and slipped his cock into her cunt. They fucked for a few minutes. He actually made her cum twice, both of them very pleasant, before he unloaded his balls inside her. After a brief rest they went to his bed where she sucked his cock a little more to make it hard again, got on top of him, and rode him until they both came once more.

That was enough to satisfy her for the time being.