His Wife’s Rich Milk (Complete)

Sondra watched with some jealousy as her husband fucked Rebecca right in front of her in the oh-so-traditional missionary position. It was a weird way to think, but she liked feeling that pang of jealousy as she watched them make love. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. And when they were done, she could have her choice of either one—or both—of them to have sex with.

It was the jealousy that got to her. She hated and loved the emotion at the same time—which perfectly mirrored the way she loved and hated watching the two people she cared for most in the world have sex with each other. There was no way that she could deny either one of them the privilege of having sex—especially while she was watching—but in the back of her mind she also knew it was wrong. Dirty wrong—and that made it feel good.

Sondra rubbed one hand between her legs, her palm nearly abrading her clit, while the other hand pinched her nipple. Again, there was pain, this time physical and not emotional, but it was good pain. They type of pain she enjoyed. Her breasts were empty. Her two lovers had already feasted on her tits, draining them both of all her milk, and then kissing her afterwards so she could taste the sweetness of her milk on their lips. While they had been nursing from her breasts they had taken turns playing with her pussy, one bringing her to the edge of orgasm and then stopped to allow the other to push her over the edge and into sweet oblivion. When her milk gave out, her turn was done. Evan and Rebecca started having sex and the agreement was there would be no arguments about who had sex with whom.

Of course Sondra couldn’t complain because she was the one sneaking around on Evan and having sex with Rebecca when she needed some one-on-one time with another woman.

There was also the problem of her having sex with Hank when she needed a little milk drained. If Evan found out she was fucking Hank behind his back—even if it was just oral sex—he wouldn’t be pleased or relieved that it was “just oral”.

So Sondra stayed quiet and made herself cum as the other two rapidly approached their own climaxes. She wanted to time it perfectly so they all came together even though the other two weren’t taking any notice of her. Evan came first. She could tell from the expressions on his face; she had seen those same expressions on his face while it was above hers while they fucked. His gasps and non-rhythmic hip thrusts told her exactly what he was doing. Apparently a flood of hot cum from his cock to inside Rebecca’s cunt was enough to make her cum as well. Rebecca screeched a little as she came and wrapped her legs around Evan’s waist, letting him penetrate her as deeply as possible. One more little rub and Sondra’s orgasm arrived. It wasn’t the rubbing that finished her off; it was the flood of jealousy that pushed her over the edge.

There was barely time for the three of them to rush into the bathroom and take quick showers. It was morning and the kids had been sent off to school, Evan and Sondra had re-arranged their schedules a little to spend some time in bed with Rebecca. The lifeguard was the only one who didn’t have to hurry; she had the morning off. Sondra was the last one in the shower and when she came back into the bedroom, Rebecca and Evan weren’t finished dressing which surprised her. Rebecca had on a pair of panties but Evan had gotten as far as his pants and had even put on his shirt, which was unbuttoned. They were laughing which made Sondra a bit nervous.

“What’s so funny?” she asked as she tossed her wet towel on the bed and went to her dresser.

“Wait. Stop.” Rebecca stepped in front of her, blocking the way. She was holding something in her hand.

“What?” Sondra asked. She was a little exasperated. She should have been relaxed, but occasionally watching the other two have sex irritated her and she needed to hurry to get to work at a reasonable hour.

“I have a present for you,” she said and held up her hand allowing a pair of pink silk panties adorned with a two tiny bows and tiny flowers imprinted into the material to dangle from her fingers. “I hope they’re the right size.”

Sondra was a little bit surprised at the gift but managed to smile, say thank you, and took them from Rebecca.

“Put them on, put them on,” Evan encouraged her, a goofy grin on his face. He was practically bouncing up and down like a little boy in his enthusiasm.

Taking a quick glance at the tag Sondra noted they were her customary size and started stepping in to them. “Isn’t is more common to present lingerie at the beginning of a date instead of at the end of one?’ she asked them. They were surprisingly well-fitted and looked good on her. Rebecca had chosen a style that was flattering for Sondra’s slightly larger size. They weren’t thongs—thank God—because she couldn’t imagine working a whole day at her office wearing a thong.

“Do they fit?” Rebecca asked, circling around her friend to check out her ass. “Ooh, they do. Very pretty.” She completed her circuit of Sondra and slipped her arm around Sondra’s waist forcing them both to face Evan as he buttoned up his shirt. “What do you think?” she asked him.

“Twins,” was his comment. He paused in the middle of a button and contemplating taking his clothes back off to try and fuck his wife and girlfriend one more time this morning.

Sondra rolled her eyes. “Oh please. We don’t look anything alike,” she said. “I’ve got bigger tits and a bigger ass and she’s ten years younger.”

“He wasn’t talking about us,” Rebecca said quietly. She lowered her eyes and looked down at Sondra’s hips. “He was talking about our panties.”

Only now did Sondra take a good close look at what Rebecca was wearing. She was sporting the exact same style and color of panties that Sondra was wearing. Obviously the girl had bought them together. “Oh.” Sondra flushed with embarrassment. “I get it. Sorry I’m so thick this morning.”

“No worries,” Rebecca said and kissed her friend on the lips. Their breasts met and touched. Sondra could feel the hard metal rings that Rebecca sported press against her breasts. For a brief moment she considered slipping her hand inside Rebecca’s panties and the hell with the consequences of being late to work. “We’ll be panty sister today,” Rebecca said.

Sondra couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, that sounds good.” The three of them continued dressing together. “This is what you meant when you said you’d find something for us to wear, isn’t it?” she asked.

Rebecca nodded as she fixed her athletic bra into place. She motioned for Sondra to turn around so she could help her girlfriend hook her powerful bra that somehow seemed to barely contain the older woman’s big tits. “Yes. You should have seen the saleswoman’s expression when I found the pair that I wanted and asked for a pair in your size. She asked whatever for and I told her, ‘For my girlfriend.’” Rebecca laughed and Sondra joined in.

“I’m sure it’s not the first time a lingerie clerk had to deal with someone playing a game like that,” Evan commented.

After nodding Rebecca said, “Maybe, but it was still fun.” She kissed her married boyfriend. “Anyway, I want to go back there and do it again.”

“You have a wicked streak.”

Rebecca grinned. “I know.” As she kissed Sondra goodbye the other woman held her hands a minute and detained her.

“Thanks for coming over and thanks for the panties,” she said. They felt good inside her slacks and she felt a little naughty knowing her girlfriend was wearing a matching set. “We should have an all girls night sometime,” she said in front of Evan. He listened in but said nothing.

“Just you and me?” asked Rebecca.

“Yeah…and maybe Katie too. Does Katie like to play in groups?” Sondra didn’t know why she was asking the question. She wasn’t that into women. She wanted to tease her husband, sure. She wanted to please Rebecca, certainly. But did she really want to have sex with two women and no men?

“Um…not really.” Rebecca was uncomfortable at the question. Katie didn’t know about her relationship with Sondra—she suspected that Rebecca was carrying on with an anonymous man right now but she didn’t know—or want to know—the details. Which was fine because that was part of their arrangement.

“Oh.” Sondra sounded genuinely sad. “Maybe we can work something out?”

“Maybe,” Rebecca hedged. “I’ve gotta go.”

“What was that all about?” Evan asked. He came up behind his wife and kissed the side of her neck while cupping her heavy breasts.

Sondra shrugged. “I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “Maybe I’m playing a game I shouldn’t.”

“Well, if it involves you having sex with two women, I’ll your biggest fan in that game.”

She sighed but smiled. “As long as you get to watch?” she asked.

“As long as I get to watch.”

Sondra was torn between telling Hank to hurry the fuck up and telling him to take it easy and slow. It didn’t help that her position on his bed had her facing the clock radio he kept on his nightstand. She was on her hands and knees. Her tits weren’t really sore—though Henry had spent the last half hour nursing from them with an uncontrolled enthusiasm which left her nipples and little bit tender and her breasts completely emptied of milk—but the way she was on her knees and elbows brought her nipples into contact with the bed’s sheets. Henry proved he was an irascible ladykiller and had satin sheets on his bed. It felt so fucking good to rub her nipples on the sheets that she almost could ignore the slight throb of pain from them.

What she couldn’t ignore was Henry playing with her asshole, putting more and more lube inside her.

“Hurry up,” she said, trying to make it sound like she couldn’t wait for his cock to be inside her. She glanced once more at the clock and then her eye caught her clothes that were tossed onto the floor, her pink panties on top of the pile. Her present from Rebecca just this morning. Was it wrong to have sex with three different people on the same day? She was about to find out.

Finally Hank moved forward and rested one hand on her hip while using the other to hold his cock. “Just relax,” he told her. “I’ve done this many times before even if you haven’t.”

A nod confirmed his words, but Sondra was already relaxed and ready as was possible. She had masturbated while Hank had nursed from her, cumming once. She had played with his clit while he rolled on a condom, greased up his armored cock, and then lubed up her ass as well. Evan had never expressed an interest in anal sex even though Sondra had said she was willing to experiment if he wanted. Hank—a man she didn’t love or really even like—was about to take her anal virginity.

His finger went in first, testing her. She felt the pressure and allowed him to do as he wished. Then his cock was pushing into her ass, her sphincter protested at first, but Sondra overrode her instincts and allow her ass to be violated by his cock. “Ooh,” she gasped.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Hank asked as he slowly moved back and forth inside her ass.

It wasn’t exactly good, but it was unique, she had to admit. To deal with the slight pain Sondra pushed her hand down between her legs, found her clit, and rubbed herself once more. That was better.

“Wait until you have your first anal orgasm,” Hank said. “Most women think those are the best. Better than vaginal. Better than clitoral…but most women don’t cum that way the first time. Sadly enough.”

He was chatty for a man involved in the most intimate act between a man and a woman. Then again, he knew what he was doing. Sondra couldn’t even find her voice.

“I should tell you to stop jilling off,” he said. “Just enjoy your ass and not your pussy.”

There was no way she was going to stop rubbing her clit. It was too much stimuli now to stop anything. She wanted to cum from the way he was fucking her, but it was too new, too foreign to her body for her to accept an orgasm that way. While being buggered for the first time wasn’t painful, she didn’t want it to last longer than necessary. She wanted to cum, she needed to cum, and she focused on what felt good…but that wasn’t enough. Instead, she started to focus on what felt wrong: the fact she used her breasts to entice her husband into a strange fetish, her cheating on Evan—with both Rebecca and Hank, her new desire to have sex with women, her desire to explore the fantasies that scared her, and most off all her ass being violated.

That made her cum.

She cried out and yowled as her orgasm took control of her body. Her anus clamped down on Hank’s cock. That pleased him. He started fucking her harder. Doing it rough it was he liked and he came too. For just half a moment she wished he wasn’t wearing a condom—she wanted to feel his complete violation of her body. But then she came back to her senses and was glad all evidence of this sordid little encounter would soon be gone.

As he thrusted into her two, then three more times, he grunted in appreciation and collapsed on top of her forcing her body to the bed. His cock slipped from her ass and she was grateful the intruding presence in her ass was gone—and then she was sad that she was empty. Her emotions were jumbled.

“You’re a good fuck,” Hank said as he rolled off her and headed for the bathroom.

Sondra laid face down on the bed and tried not to think of anything. She knew that if she let her mind wander it would only upset her even worse. Her breasts were crushed down into the mattress by her own weight. Her ass was sore, but it was the good sort of soreness like she experienced after a good workout or swim. It would go away soon enough.

After hearing the toilet flush Sondra headed to the bathroom, brushing by Henry as he stepped out of the small room. She didn’t use the toilet; she went right to the shower, turned it on, got in, pulled down the flexible showerhead handle and directed the spray up her cunt and ass.

The warm water felt good as it washed away her sins.

Rebecca was on her hands and knees, Henry behind her, fucking her hard. He liked that position. He liked any position that made him feel superior, that made him feel in control. She liked to be fucked by a man—not all the time, just when she needed a break from tits and pussy—which was becoming shockingly regular now. Henry wasn’t complicated. He just wanted to fuck as many women as possible in as many different ways as possible. She knew she was complicated—she wanted cock and pussy and breast milk and hardness and softness and anything else that covered the realm of human sexuality. Anything and everything, especially if it encompassed kink or fetish. She didn’t know what was wrong with her mind.

Henry took a moment to pause in his thrusts to ask her. “Do you want it in the ass?” His hand was on her right buttock. He moved it slowly over the taut skin, feeling the strong muscle underneath, to place his thumb on her anus and press in ever so gently in an attempt to tease her, to show her the pleasure her ass could give her.

“No.”

It wasn’t that she was adverse to having something up her ass—in her lifetime Rebecca had had two cocks, many fingers, one butt plug, and a string of anal beads put where no one could see—but it wasn’t something that Rebecca wanted right at the moment. She wanted to be fucked and she wanted to get home to see her girlfriend.

“No,” she repeated. “Just fuck my pussy and cum in me already.”

Henry grunted and took away his thumb. Then he leaned down on her body, pressing his stomach to her ass and his chest to her back, letting her take his weight. She was strong; she was able to do that easily. As he did so he moved his hands to her tits where he played with her nipple rings for a minute, then he moved one hand lower, heading for her pussy and clit, but he stopped at her tummy and rested his large hand there a minute.

“I think you’re putting on weight,” he teased.

There was a slight swell to her belly; that was true. But Rebecca was offended with his tone and the insinuation she was getting fat and lazy.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she barked at him.

He shrugged and slid his hand the rest of the way down to her slit, found her little pleasure nub and rubbed it.

That was just what she needed. Rebecca came with heavy gasps and the urgent need for Henry to finish. He liked to hear her cum and she put a bit of theatrics into it, putting on a good show. He wasn’t complicated—he was easy and he came in her. His seed felt heavy and stick and hot and so good she wanted to cum again.

She didn’t. When he was done he pulled out and stared at her exposed ass and pussy a moment. “Damn you have a pretty pussy—and a great ass as well. But your pussy looked good red and wet like that.”

Rebecca rolled to her side and got up off the bed. She glanced at his bedside clock and saw she had plenty of time. “I think we’re done,” she told him.

He shrugged. “Sure. I came. You came. We’re all happy.”

She shook her head and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. “No. We’re done. I don’t think I want to fuck you any more.”

She closed the door behind her and turned on the water. Behind the door she heard him say, “Why? Because I wanted to fuck you in the ass? Because I said you were getting fat?”

Rebecca didn’t answer him.

When Sondra came over to Rebecca’s house, the lifeguard wasn’t sure if she even wanted to let the older woman in. Seeing the anxious look on her friend’s face was enough for Rebecca to open the door.

“I’m really full,” Sondra said impatiently. She practically ripped off her shirt and bra to expose both her large breasts. “I’m sort of regretting letting Evan stop nursing from me so often. You’ve more than made up for it—and Hank as well. But mostly you.” She hurried to the couch where they generally began their nursing sessions. Sometimes they’d make love on the couch when her breasts were drained; sometimes they retired to the comfort of the bed. When Sondra headed straight to the bed Rebecca knew it was sex on her mind and most likely Evan had already partially or completely emptied her breasts already that morning.

“Mostly me?” Rebecca asked as she joined her girlfriend on the couch. As much as she tried to deny it, Sondra’s large breasts were an incredibly sexy draw. She couldn’t resist Sondra’s bare breasts. It took her a moment to arrange a pillow on Sondra’s lap and position her head just right to properly feed on her milk.

“Mm-hmm,” Sondra moaned as Rebecca’s lips made contact with her delicate nipple. “You’ve been drinking more milk than him lately, or so it seems. Have you been putting on weight?” Sondra asked with a giggle. “That’s why Evan had to cut back. He was getting fat from my milk.”

Rebecca’s nursing slowed and then stopped. Sondra’s eyes snapped open in response to the lack of stimulus she had become so accustomed to.

“What’s the matter, honey?”

A little twist to her lips let Sondra know that Rebecca was truly upset. “Henry asked me if I was getting fat too.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I wasn’t even thinking. You aren’t fat, honey. You’re perfect. I’m still trying to lose fifteen pounds from my last kid.” She sighed and cupped her free breast with her right hand. “And I’m sure at least five of those pounds are in my tits because Evan wants me to keep lactating.”

“I am getting fat.”

Sondra contradicted her. “No, you’re not.”

Rebecca pulled back as far as possible from Sondra’s breast. “Yes. I am.”

Her response was getting Sondra frustrated. “Just nurse,” she told Rebecca, pulling the other woman’s face back to her breast. Rebecca obeyed and Sondra relaxed as her milk let down and flowed into Rebecca’s mouth.

As much as she was momentarily conflicted about what Sondra’s milk might be doing to her weight, Rebecca couldn’t help herself and eagerly drank everything that Sondra offered. Just the act of sucking and consuming the other woman’s milk was enough to get her in the mood. Sondra wasn’t exactly panting with passion, but when Rebecca was done feeding she looked up at her friend and asked, “Want to go to the bedroom. I’m horny.” She grinned playfully.

Sondra shook her head slowly, sadly. “Um…not really.”

“Why not?”

She sighed. “I got my period yesterday.”

“Oh, that’s okay then.” It was obvious that Rebecca was disappointed. It took Sondra a minute to realize what was going on.

“Oh, shit. I’m being so stupid today. Sure, we can go to bed, but you probably don’t want to get too up close and personal with my pussy today.”

“That’s fine. You get used to other women’s cycles when you live with one. Luckily Katie and I have synched up pretty well.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, one of the upsides of living with a lesbian, I suppose.”

Sondra started pulling at Rebecca’s casual clothes. She was still topless, having retained her pants during nursing, but was happy to help the younger woman out of her clothes. She loved looking at Rebecca’s nearly flawless and toned body. The thought of getting into bed with Rebecca and Katie with their perfect bodies made her start to get horny and wet. She pushed those thoughts aside for the moment.

“One of the upsides of being a lactating woman is that your periods are incredibly light and short,” Sondra offered to her friend as she wriggled out of her tight panties. As always, her pussy was shaved smooth. Sondra had to focus on not licking her lips like a wanton whore at Rebecca’s nudity.

“That’s something good, I suppose,” Rebecca said as she knelt above her friend. “How do you want to do this?”

“How do you want me to make you cum?”

Rebecca was feeling aggressive. “Can I sit on your face?” she asked.

Sondra laughed. “Do lesbians actually do that?”

“I do.”

“Sure, let’s give it a go.”

She had played at this position a few times with Evan, sitting on his face. Sondra didn’t find the position all that interesting or comfortable, but with Rebecca’s lithe body she was willing to give it a go. As Rebecca’s pussy lowered to her face, Sondra thought it was a pretty picture, her pink pussy, glistening and wet and open, coming down for a kiss. Tonguing and licking her clit and slit was always enjoyable. Rebecca sighed and moaned in her usual fashion letting Sondra know exactly how much pleasure was being taken in the moment.

When Rebecca came after a surprisingly short time of Sondra eating her pussy, a small gush of liquid was expelled from her pussy soaking Sondra’s face. For just a fleeting moment Sondra wasn’t sure if she should be upset or humiliated, but then realized the reaction was an autonomous one. Rebecca had little control over the way her orgasm was expressed. In fact, it should be looked at as a compliment, how wet she had made her lover and how much Rebecca had appreciated her efforts.

She looked up at Rebecca with a warm smile, her face still covered in Rebecca’s juices, and noticed that the younger woman—while still out of breath and recovering from her orgasm—had a tiny little swell to her belly. At first she thought that maybe it was the strange angle or a large breakfast or maybe just the was the lifeguard was holding her body. But Sondra was no fool. She knew exactly what was going on.

After a few more moments Rebecca swung her leg over Sondra’s body and said, “Thank you. I really needed that.”

“You’re welcome.” Sondra wondered what the protocol was for wiping her face clean and then stopped worrying about it and just ran her hand over her cheeks and lips. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think that Henry was right about you gaining a little weight.”

“I know,” Rebecca said with a little too much sadness in her voice.

“I think I know why you’ve gained the weight too,” Sondra added. “And it’s not from my milk, is that right?”

Rebecca nodded and wiped away the tear that had started to seep out of the corner of her eye.

“Are you scared, Reb?”

“Uh-huh…” It wasn’t really a wail, but Rebecca’s voice was on the verge of breaking.

“Are you pregnant, Reb?”

“Yeah…” Now she burst into tears. Sondra was there to comfort and hold her as she cried and shook with fear. The uncontrolled burst of emotions didn’t last all that long, but it was long enough for Rebecca’s pent up anxiety to dissipate.

“All done?” Sondra asked when the sobs were over.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ve gone through it as well. Not exactly in the same way as you, but I’ve been pregnant twice, don’t you know.”

“I know.”

“You scared?”

“A little.”

Sondra nodded. “That’s normal. You’ll get over it.”

“I wanted to be pregnant,” Rebecca blurted. “I planned this.”

“Well, I suppose that’s better than it being an accident.” She paused a moment, then asked the question she was certain she already knew the answer to. “I’m pretty sure the laws of biology haven’t changed so I know I’m not the father and neither is Katie.”

Rebecca shook her head.

“And Evan hasn’t had his vasectomy reversed that I know of. Is Henry the father?”

Rebecca nodded.

“Ouch. And you planned this?”

Rebecca nodded again.

“It didn’t occur to you to use a sperm bank or a complete stranger?” The question came out much harsher than Sondra intended. Tears started welling up in Rebecca’s eyes again. “Okay, sorry, that was a terrible question to ask.”

“He was the only guy I could find that was…I don’t know…acceptable to be the father of my baby,” Rebecca said so quickly the words almost blurred together. “Evan would have been my first choice but…”

Sondra held up a warning hand. “Let’s not go there. But does Henry know?”

“Not yet.”

“Let’s hold off on telling him right away.”

Rebecca nodded.

“Does Katie know?”

“Not yet.”

Sondra nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, we’re going to have to change that first.”

“I know.”

“Have you and Katie discussed this already?” Sondra said hopefully.

The answer was not what she wanted to hear. “Sort of. I’ve always said I wanted kids but Katie wasn’t so sure. I knew I’d be the one carrying the baby, but I think she’s not a hundred percent on board with me yet.”

“She’s going to have to be.”

“I know.” Rebecca took a deep breath and kissed her friend, her lover, on the lips lightly, eagerly. It was a hard question she needed to ask of Sondra. “Will you be there with me when I tell her?”

How could she let her friend down? Sondra controlled her emotions and said, “Yes.”

“Thank you, thank you.”

Sondra kissed her lover once more. “One thing, though.”

“What?”

She tugged on Rebecca’s nipple rings. The younger woman didn’t even wince. She liked the little thrills that tugging caused. “You’re going to need to get rid of these.”

“What?”

“You can’t have your baby breastfeeding around a nipple ring, can you?”