His Wife’s Rich Milk (Complete)

Sondra clutched her husband’s head and held him in an unbreakable grasp as he nursed at her tit. She was on the edge and he needed to stay right where he was. His hand wasn’t anywhere near her pussy but his lips seemed like they were connected directly to her clit. The day had been exhausting and they had collapsed together into bed and she had automatically pulled up her nightshirt to expose her breasts. Evan had burrowed down and taken the closest available nipple into his mouth. Their nursing always relaxed her and helped her go to sleep.

And it did. She was relaxed. She was enjoying what Evan was doing to her body. She was just on the edge of drifting off and the crossover occurred. The gentle, relaxation sensations turning into stimulating ones making her pussy moist and forcing her libido higher. Although she felt herself getting hornier and wanting to fuck, she kept quiet, saying nothing to Evan and making no noises that she was turned on and thereby indicating to him that she wanted him to fuck her. She didn’t want to be fucked. She wanted to cum.

As much as she wanted to remain silent, Sondra wasn’t the type of woman who was quiet in bed. In the final rush to her climax her breathing abruptly increased and moans escaped her lips. Evan didn’t stop nursing. He knew what was expected of him. His sucks became stronger and their pace increased as well. As her warm milk filled his mouth and he swallowed, she started sobbing until it happened. Her body shook and she rubbed her thighs together wanting some direct stimulation for her pussy even though that wasn’t necessary. The plain cotton panties she wore clung to her nether lips because her pussy was producing nearly as much liquid as her tits.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” Sondra cried out. She wasn’t very articulate during orgasm.

“You little horny slut, you came just from your nipple,” Evan said.

“I know,” she gasped as she came down from her high.

“We must not be having enough sex if you came that easily.”

She shook her head. “No. I’ve been having plenty lately. Maybe that’s the problem.”

His eyes narrowed. “You’ve been having plenty?” he asked her.

Sondra lowered her eyes and smiled guiltily. “With Rebecca. I’ve been going over to her place a couple of times a week.”

“To get your tits drained?”

“Uh-huh. And then we usually have sex afterwards.” She reached down and felt for his cock. It wasn’t surprising that he was nearly rock hard after hearing her words.

“That’s hot.”

“I thought you might like that. Now empty my other breast and I’ll tell you more.”

“More?” he asked eagerly.

She pointed to her full breast and he fell upon it, anxious to hear what she had to say.

Since Sondra didn’t see any need to tell Evan about her sessions with Hank, she left that detail out for the moment. “She’s a wonderful lover, by the way. And I know you’ve been banging her regularly too.”

Evan looked up at her with innocent eyes.

“Oh, don’t play that game with me. She told me everything. I don’t mind. We can share her. Poor girl is going to be exhausted, though, between fucking the two of us and fucking with the both of us at the same time, and sleeping with her girlfriend.”

Evan continued his sucking and motioned for her to continue. Sondra felt a twinge between her legs, right behind her clit, and wondered if she could cum again from her second breast and leave Evan high and dry. No pussy for him tonight.

“Rebecca’s been a bit of a slut. She’s been fucking Hank pretty regularly.”

A snort into her breast told Sondra exactly what Evan thought of that.

“Don’t be like that. He’s a good lay once you get beyond his self-centeredness. And he has a wonderful cock. I can’t stay away from it.”

Her breast spilled from his mouth along with a few dribbles of her white milk. “What did you say?”

Fuck! Sondra froze. “Okay, you caught me.” She cursed in her head and the sensation of an impending orgasm floated away. “We haven’t really stopped meeting.”

Evan’s eyes went wide with comprehension. “Still?!” It was half exclamation, half accusing question.

“Yes. I needed relief. And after seeing you fuck Rebecca, I thought I was entitled.” Her hand was in his pants now, wrapped around his cock. It was still hard. She gave it a few thoughtful strokes. “He might be a jerk, but he’s a good fuck. Would you like to see him fuck me?”

Evan went back to nursing from her, avoiding the question. She didn’t push the issue—not for the moment. But the thought of Evan watching while Hank fucked her, while he made her cum and spilled his seed inside her pussy—that caused her lust to quickly rise back to where it was.

“I think we’ve all been busy,” she continued. “Rebecca’s been fucking Hank too.”

“Lucky stiff,” Evan mumbled into her flesh.

“Maybe not. Guess who is getting married?”

“Not Henry.”

“That’s correct. Rebecca and Katie.”

“Good for them.”

“Because Rebecca’s pregnant.”

For the second time that night her tit slipped from his mouth in surprise. “What?”

“Guess who the father is.”

“Not me,” he said, relieved that he had had a vasectomy years ago.

“That’s correct. Hank is.”

“Does he know?”

“Not yet. Maybe not ever. Rebecca and Katie only told me this last week.” She grinned triumphantly. “I helped them celebrate.”

The meaning dawned on Evan. “You got to fuck Katie too?”

Her laugh made her sound a little bit like a schoolgirl. “Well, it would probably be more accurate to say Katie fucked me. But yeah, the three of us had sex.”

“Wow.”

“Wow indeed.” She pulled his mouth back to her breast.

He suckled some more and then asked, “Are they going to tell him?”

She shrugged after pulling him back to her tit. “Maybe. Maybe he’ll figure it out after the wedding. But Rebecca has sworn off him now. Says he called her fat. She also told me you would have been her first choice for the father if you hadn’t already been fixed.”

“I wasn’t broken,” he mumbled.

“We’re invited to the wedding.”

“Lesbian wedding?”

“Don’t get too excited,” she told him as she stroked his cock harder. She was going to make him cum in his pants rather than letter him fuck her pussy. Maybe she’d let him watch while she masturbated in front of him. “There won’t be any sex during the wedding.”

“But afterwards…?”

“Maybe I’ll fuck the brides while you watch,” she whispered in his ear.

His orgasm made a sticky mess in his sleep pants and all over her hand. She didn’t stop stroking the entire time, making him yelp with each spurt of cum because he was so over-stimulated. She liked that. She liked having control over Evan that way.

The next morning after the kids had left for school and Evan had already nursed, already taken all of the milk Sondra had in her breasts, they were lounging on the bed. She still had her tits out and Evan was gently running his fingers over her smooth skin. It was taut. He loved the border between the pale skin of her breast and the red tinted areola. If he did it just right he could run his finger around this circle and cause her nipple to contract, stiffen, and become erect. Sometimes he teased her by lightly blowing on her exposed nipples, helping the process along. Sondra shivered each time he did this. If he did it just right the tiny muscles in her nipple would contract hard enough to force out a tiny drop of her milk. Generally that only worked when she was full, but that didn’t stop him from trying this morning.

“You weren’t kidding about anything you said last night, were you?” he asked her.

“No.”

“When was the last time you had sex with Henry?” he asked keeping his voice neutral.

There was a hesitation before she answered. “What kind of sex?”

“Isn’t it rude to answer a question with a question?” he almost snapped at her. She often said the same thing to him.

“I’m just trying to answer the question correctly,” she protested. He still didn’t stop circling her areola with his finger. She shivered again. He knew her weaknesses as well as she knew his.

“Any kind of sex,” he said. “No. Wait. Tell me the last time for each type of sex.”

“Okay, let me think,” she said biding for time. “Um…last time he nursed was last Thursday. I gave him oral that day as well. Before that…He went down on me a few weeks ago.” She sighed and then finally added. “We had anal two Fridays ago.”

Evan’s finger stopped. “What?”

“Do I need to repeat all of that?”

“No. You said you had anal with him?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

She shrugged. “It was okay. It wasn’t great.”

“Why did you do that with him?”

“He asked…and I promised that my pussy was only for you.”

“That’s a little bit of a quibble over our agreement.”

“Quibble or not, all that was said was that my pussy is off limits to Hank. We never said or agreed to anything about my mouth or ass.”

He snorted.

“And if you remember a few years ago I offered you to fuck my ass and you said no.” She stopped his finger. “Do you want to fuck my ass?”

“Not particularly.”

“Then why are you complaining?”

“Because…I’m jealous. Because I don’t like Henry nursing from you.”

“But Rebecca’s okay?”

He grinned. “Sure. Lesbian action is fine. Even better if Katie joins in. They can give you things I can’t. Henry has a cock and so do I. I can give you whatever he has.”

“Except variety,” she said. “And the thrill of knowing that I’m fucking someone other than my husband. I like that.” She paused. “Would you like me to fuck the both of you at the same time?”