His Wife’s Rich Milk (Complete)

Katie wrapped her arms around Rebecca’s waist and kissed the side of her neck. She liked that Rebecca kept her hair short. Although she knew it was mostly a practical decision for a woman in and out of the water all day, it also make access to her girlfriend’s neck that much easier. Katie’s former girlfriends had all had long hair—maybe they were trying to hide their lesbianism, maybe they just liked long hair—but she liked it short on other women. It might make them look a bit butch, but that was okay too. Because of her job as a dancer it was almost expected that she have long hair that was kept in a bun most of the time, it made her look very femme. She didn’t mind looking femme, but she didn’t play that role.

“Mmm,” Rebecca moaned as Katie kissed her neck. She was half-asleep in bed waiting for her girlfriend to get home. All too often Katie had to work late at night. “That feels good.”

“You want more?” Katie asked and kissed her neck again. She then proceeded to nibble on Rebecca’s earlobe while she slid her hand down from her waist to the waistband of her panties. When she nudged her fingers just inside the elastic, Rebecca came fully awake and froze. She wasn’t sure what to do but Katie immediately felt the change in her partner’s body language. She was a dancer after all.

“What’s the matter?” she asked as she continued to nibble on Rebecca’s earlobe. Rebecca was wearing a loose camisole and her boring panties to bed. Her normal sleeping garments. Katie found whatever Rebecca wore to bed sexy. “Don’t you want to make love?”

After a hard night’s work dancing at the center Katie usually came home horny. Tonight was no different. “Um…I’m uh, not ready for you,” was the best the Rebecca could come up with as she woke up and tried to think of a reason she couldn’t have sex with her girlfriend.

“I’ll make you ready,” Katie insisted and pushed her hand the rest of the way down into Rebecca’s panties. Her fingers slid over the barely noticeable stubble of her shaved pubic hair—Rebecca normally shaved in the mornings so her stubble was a common evening situation for Katie—and down into her slit. Rebecca stiffened, not knowing what to do while Katie’s fingers went up and into her pussy. She nearly purred upon feeling her girlfriend’s moist state. “What are you saying?” she half-laughed in her ear. “You’re wet and ready. I know what you like, girl.”

Rebecca didn’t know what to do. She had come home from Henry’s exhausted and had just pulled off her clothes and fallen into bed. In the back of her mind she knew that Katie would be coming home soon, and coming home horny because she always came home horny, but she didn’t bother to do anything about Henry’s cum in her cunt and panties.

“You want to make love?” Rebecca asked, turning her body halfway around to try to face her girlfriend. It was hard to focus with Katie’s fingers in her pussy.

“You know I do,” she said keeping her fingers busy. “I always do.” She paused and fingered Rebecca a bit more. “You’re kind of sticky tonight.”

“Maybe I’m dehydrated,” she replied and rolled all the way over, forcing Katie’s fingers out. “I want to go down on you,” she said and started kissing her way down Katie’s lithe body. They were both athletes and had lean bodies, yet somehow Katie managed to keep a more womanly figure with wider hips and a fuller bust. She had said on many occasions if she had smaller tits, she’d get better dancing jobs, but she wasn’t crazy enough to get breast reduction surgery.

Her belly ring was in. Rebecca liked that. It was Katie’s one concession to modern femininity. The gold hoop sported a tiny jewel that she licked as she moved down to the narrow landing strip of curly black hair that adorned Katie’s pussy. Delving lower she found her girlfriend’s clit and slipped a pair of fingers up inside the dancer’s pussy. Although Katie was constantly saying that no one could make her cum better than Rebecca, she had her doubts. It was so easy to make Katie cum. The dancer missed her calling as a sex worker. She could have pleased any number of men who needed a confidence boost in pleasuring their wives.

Katie’s first orgasm happened after less than a minute of tongue work on her clit. It wasn’t Earth-shattering, but just enough to get her primed for the next step—a step that would hopefully get her to forget about Rebecca’s pussy for the night.

She knelt between Katie’s splayed thighs and continued to rub her clit with her left thumb while working her forefinger and middle finger, palm up, inside Katie’s pussy, reaching and curling upward, looking for her elusive g-spot. Except her g-spot wasn’t all that elusive. In Rebecca’s opinion, it was huge and impossible to miss. After just a few eager minutes of anxious and near-violent back and forth sawing with her fingers while manipulating Katie’s clit at the same time, Katie came with a screaming cry of triumph. The orgasm was also accompanied by a small spray of fluid from Katie’s cunt.

The fact she was living with a squirter amused Rebecca. She had made her girlfriend squirt the first time they went to bed.

“Fucking hell you’re good,” Katie complimented her when she was done cumming. “It’s my turn now.” She pulled Rebecca down to her for an urgent kiss.

“Let me clean up first,” Rebecca said.

“Uh-uh. I like you dirty. Get your clothes off.” Katie’s eyes glimmered with anticipation as Rebecca at first hesitated and then pulled off her camisole exposing her tits. Katie took them in, looking at the big rings with the blue jewels. “You knew you were going to get fucked tonight, didn’t you?” she asked.

Rebecca grinned and gave an answer that wasn’t a complete lie. “Yes.” She was actually being fucked twice. Once by Henry and now by Katie. That was okay. She’d had sex with more than one person on the same day before.

As she pulled off her panties she tried to make the wiping motion the partially cleaned her bare lips seem casual. It would have to be enough. Katie pulled her back down to the bed and immediately went down on her. Katie was a traditional lesbian who thought that eating pussy was a near-religious sacrament. When she didn’t complain about Rebecca’s flavor and quickly settled in to make her girlfriend cum, only then did Rebecca relax and allow herself to have another climax.

“That was easy,” Katie said when her girlfriend was done.

Rebecca shrugged. “What can I say? Make you cum got me all worked up.”

They held each other in bed a few minutes. This is what Rebecca liked the most, holding the woman she loved as she started falling asleep. But she forgot to disengage her mouth as her brain remained active. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetie.”

“When are we going to get married?” the question slipped out. They had talked about marriage before, but had never come to a decision. Katie was leery of marriage—mostly because her family hadn’t accepted her sexuality yet (other than a few cousins and her younger brother). She was estranged from the rest of her family. Rebecca’s family was more liberal minded to the point where she was getting tired of every cousin and aunt telling her it was fine she was into women, as long as there was a marriage and babies soon.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Katie said flatly.

“Well I do,” Rebecca insisted…and then regretted it. She didn’t want to start a fight either.

“Fine, we can get married when one of us gets pregnant. I’ll make an honest woman of you, how’s that?” Katie was in a snit and Rebecca didn’t want to fight, especially if that meant giving up the secret she had been keeping from Katie for the past few months.

“That’s fine.”

Katie rolled over and went to sleep. Rebecca hated the fact her girlfriend could so easily drift off to dreamland while she laid on her back staring at the ceiling. While Katie knew that Rebecca loved cock—they had worked out a couple of agreements where Rebecca could go home with a guy with Katie’s permission when she felt the need for male companionship, plus they owned a Feeldoe Katie loved using on Rebecca—she laid there wondering how she was going to tell Katie that they would be married by the end of the year…if her plans with Henry went as she intended.