The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  “Fucking other men?” she asked quickly, not letting him finish his question. “Fucking Marc? No.” It was a lie, but she had lied so many time to Rob she had gotten very good at it.

  “Then—?”

  “I’ve been using my vibrator and masturbating,” she explained very quickly. “You know I can’t go without sex of some sort. Sex with myself is better than nothing.”

  “I get to decide,” he said.

  “Great. Decide then.” She cupped her breasts with her hands. “I’m lactating. It’s what you wanted. Is this it? If this is it then I’m not going to be happy. I need some fucking sex, Rob. And so do you.”

  The look on his face told her that he wasn’t convinced.

  “Let me take charge for a minute,” she said as she slid down the bed, getting her tits away from his face. He was in his shorts, ready to go to sleep after nursing from his wife, so it was simple for her to ease them down and release his cock. He wasn’t hard yet, but all it took was a few seconds of her manipulating him before he was where she wanted him to be.

  “I know you want me,” she told him and then licked along the underside of his cock before wrapping her lips around the head long enough to taste the salty precum he was oozing. Giving him head wasn’t exactly what Angie had been hoping for, but it was a good start. And he didn’t say no.

  It was probably just her wishful thinking, but his cock fit in her mouth just as well as it fit into her pussy. The belief was probably misplaced, but Angie was certain it was another sign that she and Rob were made for each other.

  Getting him hard was one thing, but getting him to cum and enjoy being with her again, that was another thing entirely. Angie was resourceful. She knew what it would take.

  Over the years Angie had carefully developed her fellatio techniques. Massage the balls, keep a good hold on his sack, stroke the taint, keep sucking but not too hard, keep her teeth covered with her lips, always give stimulation with the hands, and make sure to use plenty of saliva to keep things nice and wet. She enjoyed giving Rob—and her lovers—head. It was a fun warm up to actual sex or a special treat to those who had mild taste in kinks. It had been too long since she tasted a man’s cum. She was eager for it.

  But before that could happen, she wanted to rope Rob in. She needed to let him know she was completely on board with his unusual kink. Angie had been kneeling next to him, essentially at a right angle to his body, but now she straddled his legs and hovered over him. Her nightshirt had been tossed aside the moment he had started nursing.

  “Want a treat?” she asked him.

  “Uh-huh,” Rob said agreeably, lulled in happiness by her mouth.

  Her hands went to her tits, cupping them, offering them to Rob, but keeping them tantalizingly out of reach, and then she squeezed, not hard, but firmly. She knew her body. That was good enough to cause a small spray of milk to burst forth from her tits and land on his hard cock. Rob felt the warm milk hitting him even as it began to cool. One spray wasn’t enough for Angie. She wanted to be sure. She squeezed again and again. Rob wasn’t exactly covered in her milk, but it was close enough. Only then did she lower her mouth back down to his cock, to lick and suck it. The taste of the sweet milk coated her tongue. She could see while Rob liked it so much. It was tasty. But her current focus wasn’t her milk, it was his cock.

  The surprise of her milk spray was what he needed. His cock was hard and throbbing in her mouth. She squeezed and sucked and was rewarded with a flood of his salty cum in her mouth. She audibly swallowed with each pulse of his ejaculation. By the time he was done cumming, his body was trembling but he was satisfied.

  “A treat,” she told him, resting down next to him.

  Rob was panting. “What did you think of the taste?”

  “You weren’t as salty as you normally are.”

  He shook his head back and forth. “No. About the taste of you milk.”

  She laughed at him. “You’re obsessed.”

  “Isn’t that what a fetish or kink is all about? Being obsessed with it.”

  “I suppose.”

  After a moment of silence, he asked her again. “You didn’t answer me. What did you think of the taste? “

  “Geez, you are obsessed.” Angie heaved a sigh. “Fine. It was fine. Sweet. I couldn’t really tell between your cock and your cum.”

  Her answer caused him to frown. “You should really try it sometime,” he suggested.

  Angie just rolled her eyes, but in the dim lighting of the bedroom, he couldn’t see her mild mocking of him. “Maybe I will,” she said quietly, putting him off temporarily.

  Chapter Four

  Lisa turned out to be very pleasant and nice. Angie was certain that Rob was in his glory, going out on a date with two women, his wife and his girlfriend. Naturally no one in the restaurant knew what the situation was between the three, but that was probably a thrill to Rob as well.

  After the initial pleasantries and getting to know you conversation, Lisa started peppering Angie with questions. “How long have you two been dating?”

  Angie looked around nervously.

  “Don’t worry. No one can hear us and I’m sure no one cares.” She followed Angie’s gaze to the table next to them were two couples engaged in an animated and lively discussion. “No one knows which of us is married and which isn’t,” she added conspiratorially, her voice a stage whisper.

  To avoid attracting more attention to them, Angie answered. “I guess about six months.”

  Lisa turned on Marc, her husband. “You said four,” she playfully accused him. “Are you turning into a liar?”

  He chuckled. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

  Turning back to Angie, Lisa asked, “How long has your marriage been open?”

  That was a hard question for Angie to answer, mostly because their marriage wasn’t supposed to be open. She was cheating on Rob and he would have been pissed if he knew the truth. “Uh…a couple of years now.”

  “We’ve been open pretty much from the start,” she said, patting Marc’s hand. “We both knew we would never be able to remain faithful.”

  “It’s good to know yourself,” Angie said, noncommittally.

  “Do you have any special kinks?”

  “Uh…no, not really. Unless you count sleeping around.” It was a strange question for her to ask, thought Angie.

  “Do you know what Rob’s kink is?”

  “Hey!” her husband protested.

  Angie smiled and played along. “No. What?”

  Lisa smiled conspiratorially. “Having sex with two women at once.”

  That didn’t seem particularly kinky to Angie. “And how often does he get the chance at that?” Angie asked.

  Lisa leaned in, giving Angie a glance at her cleavage but whether that was intentional or not she couldn’t tell, and said, “As often as I want him to.”

  Their house was very nice except for the small, formal dining room which was completely torn apart. The sheetrock was torn off down to the studs and the floor was nothing more than bare plywood. “We’re in the middle of renovating,” Lisa explained.

  “I see,” said Angie. “Is Marc very handy?”

  “Both with renovations and in the bedroom,” Lisa said with an overly broad wink.

  Angie played along. She had one too many glasses of wine during dinner which was how she wound up back at their house. Well, it was one of the reasons. “Well, I’ve seen how handy he is in the bedroom. Does that mean I get to see him in the dining room tonight? Can he fix up my house?”

  “Not tonight,” Lisa said, pulling along her new friend. “You’ll have to limit yourself to his bedroom skills. Even if those aren’t as good.”

  “Hey, I’m right here,” said Marc protested.

  “We’re giving you a chance to change my mind,” said Lisa as she unexpectedly leaned in and kissed Angie on the lips. For just a second Angie froze up, but then accepted the kiss. It wasn’t a slobbery French kiss; it was a friendly, t
easing one. But that didn’t stop her from enjoying it.

  Angie broke the kiss. “Okay, wow. I’m a little drunk.” She glanced at Marc who was watching them intently. “Are we really going to do this?”

  “If you want,” said Lisa.

  “I want you to,” Marc chimed in.

  “Do you want me to?” Angie asked, feeling the wine again.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes.”

  It was only mildly surprising that both halves of the couple wanted her there. Although she had slept around with a lot of men, she had never done anything with a woman or a couple. This was going to be an exciting first for her.

  Lisa took her by the hand and drew her along through the house and up to the bedroom. Once there, she turned to Angie and said, “Marc likes me to watch.”

  “And to help,” Marc added from where he was in the doorway.

  “Do you mind if I get you ready?” Lisa asked.

  Angie didn’t know how to answer the question—or what to expect—so she just nodded.

  Lisa knew exactly what she was doing and her nimble fingers quickly unbuttoned Angie’s blouse. “Nice,” she murmured. “Small, but nice.”

  Her words slightly offended Angie because her tits had definitely grown and filled out. She showed them off with her new bra that was practically see-through. When Lisa drew her close, she expected another kiss, which she didn’t receive and was instead spun around so that Lisa could unhook her bra, baring her breasts to Marc who had removed his shirt and pants. His bulge in his underwear was obvious. She stared at Marc and grinned as Angie’s hands went around her waist and unzipped her skirt, dropping it to the floor, leaving Angie in only her panties while Marc casually removed his underwear, revealing his thick, erect cock.

  Angie just stared at it.

  “If you don’t get down on your knees and suck it,” Lisa whispered in her ear. “I’m going to. You don’t want that, do you?”

  Silently Angie moved forward and did as she was instructed. She had sucked Marc’s cock plenty of times before, but this was the first time she had done it under the watchful eye of his wife. What she found was trying to forget that Lisa was there was actually disappointing. Showing off in front of someone else was exciting, especially since that someone else was Marc’s wife.

  While she was vaguely aware of Lisa moving around and near them, Angie lost track of the other woman until she knelt down next to her. Angie was about to offer Lisa her husband’s cock as a show of solidarity, but then she felt Lisa’s hand on her back. That quickly slid down her skin, over the curve of her buttock still covered by silky panties, and down between her legs. It wasn’t exactly an unexpected gesture, but given that it was Angie’s first time with such a situation, she noticeably jumped. Lisa ignored that.

  “You’re very hot and wet,” Lisa commented, reporting on what she found between Angie’s legs. Her pussy was producing a steady flow of moisture accompanied by the heat of desire. “Are you ready to fuck my husband now?”

  Carefully removing Marc’s short, thick cock from her mouth, Angie only nodded while firmly grasping her lover’s manhood.

  As if they had pre-arranged it—or perhaps because they had done the exact same thing before—Marc moved back and hopped on to the bed while Lisa helped Angie to her feet and encouraged her to follow Marc.

  “You on top,” Lisa told her. “I like watching that way better.”

  Angie nodded in agreement and started struggling out of her panties. She fumbled for a second before Lisa came to her rescue and helped her slide them off. As Angie started to climb on top of Marc, Lisa was right there again, this time with a condom in her hand. Where and when she had gotten it, Angie couldn’t say; it was riveting to watch her roll it on her husband’s cock while Angie patiently waited.

  When Angie went to grasp Marc’s cock and guide it into her pussy, Lisa was already there, holding him. It would have been easier to do it herself, but having her lover’s wife actively participate was a new wrinkle to Angie’s sexual behavior. She was reasonably certain that the married couple had done this before and more than once.

  As usual, Angie audibly groaned at Marc penetrated her, his thickness filling her up and stretching her pussy.

  “I’ve been married to him for years and I’ve fucked him more than any other woman,” said Lisa, “but I’m the exact same way. I still haven’t gotten used to the way he stretches me.

  “Uh-huh,” Angie acknowledged the other woman, even as her hips started moving automatically, wanting the friction that was necessary for good sex.

  Lisa kissed her cheek, and then bent down to kiss Marc lightly on the lips. “I’ll be watching,” she said, teasing a little. Turning her head, Angie saw that the other woman was still fully dressed, but as she stepped back from the bed, Lisa removed her outer clothes, dropping them on the floor, but retained her panties and camisole that barely contained her tits.

  Circling around the bed, Lisa went to the far corner and propped herself up on the headboard with a pile of pillow and slipped her hand down into her panties. The sound her active fingers made was easily heard over the sighs and grunts made by Marc and Angie.

  Having seen her lover many times over the months, Angie knew exactly what he looked like during sex. Curiosity made her turn her head to watch Lisa.

  The other woman’s eyes were closed as she masturbated. Angie was curious as to whether she would get herself off or if she was just warming herself up. Riding on Marc’s cock, it was hard to focus on anything else other than her lover’s thick member inside her pussy.

  Feeling Angie staring at her, Lisa’s eyes snapped open. She grinned at Angie’s unfocused look. “His cock feels good, huh? What’s your husband’s cock like? Big? Small? Long? Short?”

  A little thrill ran through Angie’s body as she remembered she was cheating on her husband. It was wrong to cheat, but she loved to do it.

  “He fits me perfectly,” Angie managed to say while briefly pausing in her motions, sitting on Marc’s cock, letting it fit her.

  During her pause, letting Marc stretch and fill her, Angie heard Lisa’s fingers resume their busy activity in her panties. Her eyes focused on Lisa again.

  “You like watching too?” Lisa asked.

  “Watching?”

  Lisa said nothing but lifted up her legs to kick off her panties, leaving her wearing just her beige bra. When she parted her legs, Angie saw the other woman either shaved her pussy completely or had it waxed. Lisa didn’t have a single hair on her body below her neck which was in high contrast to her hirsute Italian husband who had a furry pelt over his body. Her fingers delved between her legs and she started thrusting them in and out with abandon.

  “Cum with me, Angie,” Lisa said. “Fuck his cock and cum with me.” With her free hand she reached out and gripped Angie’s wrist which was resting on Marc’s shoulder as she hunched over him. Marc didn’t seem to mind them touching.

  “Go ahead and cum with her,” Marc said grabbing Angie’s hips to fuck her harder.

  Angie started making her noises and knew the inevitable was going to happen. When she came, the volume of her orgasm started Lisa who was much quieter though hardly silent. The little groans that Angie made as her body shook from the shock to her system was enough for Lisa to reach out and caress her new friend, first on the arm and shoulder and then down to her breast. It wasn’t like being groped at all. Angie enjoyed it.

  “You get really sweaty during sex,” Lisa commented.

  Looking down at her body, Angie saw that Lisa was wrong. “Not sweat,” she said. “Milk.”

  “You’re still making milk?” Lisa was amazed and only when she said it did Angie realized what she had revealed. “Your kids are how old?”

  Angie didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. Lisa carefully squeezed her breast forcing out a little stream of milk to that sprayed onto Marc’s body.

  “Oh that’s fucking hot,” Lisa said as she wiped up some of the milk with her finger and ta
sted it. “Nope, it’s fucking sweet,” she changed her mind with a grin. “Can I try some?”

  The fact that her lover’s wife was asking to nurse from her took Angie by surprise. In no way was that a normal thing, not for anyone, but here she was with Marc’s thick cock lodged in her pussy and Lisa gazing at her longingly like she hadn’t had a drink in a month. “I don’t know…” Angie said trying to find a way to escape.

  “Let’s shift positions,” Marc suggested. “I’ll fuck her from behind. You can suck on her tits.”

  With that, Angie realized she had no say in the matter at all. A minute later she was on her hands and knees, Marc was re-entering her, and Lisa as lying down with her head underneath Angie’s body, seeking out her nipple to sip her milk.

  “This is weird,” Angie declared.

  “This is fucking hot,” Lisa contradicted her right before finding Angie’s nipple and sucking happily.

  Even if she wanted to protest, she couldn’t. Angie found that getting fucked by Marc and sucked by Angie was a lot more enjoyable than anything she had done with her husband. Plus it was too much sensation to concentrate on something as mundane as talking.

  Grabbing hold of her hips with his big hands, Marc held Angie in position while he slammed his cock into her again and again as hard as he could. Between that and Lisa sucking on her breast, it was too much for Angie. The slow buildup to the shriek that announced her orgasm frightened even her, though Lisa didn’t seem disturbed by the noise and Marc was used to it. The groan she let out after her climax had passed stuttered a bit when Marc pulled his slowly shrinking cock out of her.

  “Did you come, baby?” Lisa asked her husband, abandoning Angie’s tits for the moment.

  “Uh-huh.” It was obvious he had. The end of the condom was filled with a huge amount of semen making Angie wonder what it would feel like if he had left that load inside of her pussy. He staggered toward the bathroom to clean up while Angie stretched out, face down, on the bed with Lisa next to her.

  “This was wild,” Lisa said as she lightly caressed Angie’s shoulder and back. “We should do it again sometime.”