The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  Without asking for permission Lisa helped Angie struggle out of her bra, freeing her tits. They bounced around as Marc continued to fuck her. Turning around, Lisa looked at Rob. “Aren’t you going to suck on them?” she asked.

  “What?”

  Lisa rolled her eyes. It was like the gesture of a teenager. “Angie said you loved to drink her milk. I wanted to see you do it. Aren’t you going to do it?” The other woman didn’t wait for an answer and turned back to Rob to help him get out of his clothes. He automatically followed her lead. He didn’t know what else to do.

  It occurred to him as the last of his clothes fell to the floor, that Lisa was the only one wearing anything at all; she was down to just her panties. Once Rob was naked, Lisa turned away from him and lowered her mouth to Angie’s left breast. Turning her head, she looked at Rob and before she started sucking, she said, “Aren’t you going to join me?”

  That was all she said and Rob felt his cock getting hard again. He could smell Angie’s milk. He was certain that he could see little white beads forming on her nipples as they rocked back and forth with Marc’s thrusts. Moving quickly around the foot of the bed he got on the bed and lowered his mouth to Angie’s right breast. It would have been completely normal for him to nurse from her if not for the presence of Lisa and Marc, but he wasn’t going to let that deter him. He wasn’t going to let them steal her away from him.

  The first taste of Angie’s milk was always the sweetest. The pure honey that flooded his mouth was divine. Without meaning to he let out a little groan as he settled to the task at hand.

  “So fucking sweet,” Lisa said. “I could get to like this.” And then she put her mouth back to Angie’s nipple.

  The woman in the middle of all the action—both breasts being nursed rom and being fucked by Marc—couldn’t say anything. It was almost too much attention. Her breathing came fast and ragged. There was no way to prevent the inevitable from happening. When she came, the noise she made was barely human, but was obvious to everyone that it was the sound of pure ecstasy.

  “Fucking made to be fucked,” Marc muttered.

  Rob turned his head but Lisa grabbed his cheek and turned it back to her. The kiss she gave him was unexpected and it was right in front of his wife. It was almost cheating, except that his wife was getting fucked right then and there by another man. Marc’s thick cock was buried in her pussy. Kissing another woman in front of his wife was hardly a crime under the circumstances.

  “Hmm,” Lisa said, obviously disappointed.

  “What?” he asked.

  “I was hoping your kiss would be extra sweet from her milk.”

  He half smiled. “Sorry.” Before he could say anything else he was pushed out of the way by Angie’s knee as Marc nearly folded her in half as he increased his thrusts to nearly jackhammer speed.

  “Gonna fuckin’ cum!” he grunted and then it was obvious he was cumming, filling Angie’s pussy with his thick, white spunk.

  It wasn’t enough to give Angie another orgasm, but it was a pleasant way to temporarily end things. She curled her arms and legs around Marc, embracing him and holding him tightly to her body, forcing Rob and Lisa out of the way. “I needed that,” she gasped. “I needed that.”

  Lisa sat back, grinning, admiring the way her friend and her husband unselfconsciously relaxed in the afterglow of orgasm. Rob didn’t know what to think. He was still turned on. While his cock wasn’t hard, he could feel the stirrings happening. If he had been a normal person—someone able to accept all the rules of society without question—he knew he would have been incredibly upset to have just witnessed his wife fuck another man, let alone participate with that other man’s wife. Then again, he had the secret kink of inducing his wife to lactate for him and that was fucked up on so many levels that he didn’t dare unpack his feelings.

  “It’s better than porn and better than a private sex show,” Lisa said to him.

  Rob’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

  Lisa grinned and adopted the attitude of an instructor lecturing a student on an obvious concept. “Porn you just watch on a screen so you’re separated from reality that way. A private sex show is better, but you’re still watching actors just go through the motions. Having your spouse fuck someone else in front of you…well there you have an emotional and visceral connection to the participants. It makes it more immediate and more unnerving. It’s disruptive and exciting.”

  Marc groaned and rolled off Angie. “My wife, the community college philosophy instructor, ladies and gentlemen.”

  She lightly smacked her husband. “As if you don’t like it,” she replied.

  “What I’d really like is to see Rob fuck you.”

  Lisa sniffed. “I bet you would, but I’d like to see Rob suck on his wife’s tits.” She gently nudged Angie’s breasts with her hand, making them jiggle a bit, but they were hard and full. “Care to share?” she asked Angie.

  “You want to watch me nurse Rob?” she asked, confused.

  “Sure. Why not?” Clearly Lisa was more adventurous than Rob had initially guessed.

  “It’s weird.”

  “Sure it is,” Lisa agreed. “That’s what makes it fun.”

  “There’s not much to see,” said Angie. “You’ll just see him sucking on my breasts.”

  “No, it’s weird,” interjected Marc. “I mean I understand it, but I still think it’s weird.”

  “But you’ll still fuck me?” Angie asked archly.

  “Sure,” he laughed.

  Rob had been silent during this friendly interchange between the friends and lovers. He felt like an outsider. He was welcome, but he was still outside their little circle. Angie turned to her husband, still giggling a bit, and asked him, “Why don’t you show them how you feed on me?”

  “There’s not much to see,” he said softly.

  “Then show them what you can,” she said. Her hands were under her breasts, pushing them up a bit, making them look a bit bigger than they already were. Marc and Lisa were watching intently; his hand was absently moving up and down her thigh.

  “Can I do what you don’t like?” Rob asked.

  Angie wet her lips with her tongue. “Sure. Just remember I don’t get any thrill out of it.”

  Twisting his lips, Rob said nothing but reached out and grabbed both of Angie’s breasts. She didn’t complain. Everyone watched as he massaged the globes of flesh for a minute and then squeezed them forcefully. It wasn’t exactly painful for Angie, but it wasn’t the sort of relief she wanted either. He squeezed several times before he got the result he wanted: a minor eruption of milk from her nipples. The twin fountains shot up a foot into the air before dropping back down and spattering across Angie’s chest and the bed sheets.

  “That’s hot,” Lisa declared.

  “You think?” Marc asked.

  “Did you like it?” Lisa asked.

  Angie shrugged, making her tits bounce. “It feels weird to do that. I prefer to be nursed.”

  In response, Rob squeezed her breasts again causing another fountain of milk to fly into the air and fall back onto her body.

  “Stop it,” said Lisa. “You’re wasting it.”

  “Does it matter?” asked Rob.

  “I thought you liked drinking it.”

  “I do,” he admitted, “but I like seeing her make milk as well. And seeing her tits get bigger. And she’s put on a little weight from having to eat more to make the milk, so that’s kind of sexy as well.”

  “Ohmigod!” Lisa burst out. “You’re in love with her.”

  Marc and Angie laughed at the declaration.

  Rob’s face soured, but he was vaguely amused. “Of course I love her. She’s my wife.”

  Angie snorted. Lisa leaned in and asked, “But do you love her more now that she’s lactating or do you love her the same amount? And not all husbands love their wives.”

  “That’s for sure!” interjected Marc. Angie ignored him.

  Rob bristled. �
��I’ve always loved her! That’s why it hurt when I found—” He cut himself off. “Never mind.”

  It took the other couple a moment to realize what Rob had been about to say. They glanced at each other uneasily while Angie grimaced.

  “Okay, shouldn’t have brought it up. Sorry,” Lisa apologized.

  “Are you just going to squeeze my tits and shoot milk all over me or are you going to actually do something about it?” Angie demanded, trying to change the direction of the conversation.

  “Yeah!” Lisa agreed. “I want to see you nurse on her. And I want to help too.” She lowered her head to Angie’s body and licked up a few of the milk drops. Seeing little other options out of it, Rob rolled his shoulder and bent down to suck Angie’s nipple into his mouth. It only took one suck for her milk to let down after having been primed by his massaging and squeezing. The flood of sweetness into his mouth reminded him of the better parts of being married and having his wife lactate for him.

  There was silence in the room for a minute as both Lisa and Rob nursed on Angie, and then Marc asked, “What’s it like?”

  “Feels really good,” Angie said dreamily.

  “I was talking to my wife,” he said.

  Lisa lifted her head. “Very sweet. I like it probably more than I should. You should try some.”

  Marc shook his head. “That’s fine. I already tasted it once. I’m good.”

  “But it sooo sweet,” Lisa cooed. She sucked fiercely on Angie’s breast, drawing up as much milk as she could, even as Angie moaned slightly at the unexpected frisson of pain, and then sat up to kiss her husband. Marc didn’t pull away, even though he knew that Lisa’s mouth was full of Angie’s milk. He had to admit that after she kissed him and passed some of the milk, that it was an incredibly sweet kiss.

  “Look at his cock,” Lisa whispered to Marc after they ended their kiss. She tilted her head to the side, indicating Rob. “He’s getting hard again.”

  The way Rob was sprawled on the bed it was easy to see his rising cock. Lisa wanted to reach out and grab it, but she maintained some dignity.

  “Do you want to fuck him?” Marc asked.

  “God yes.”

  “Go ahead and fuck him,” he encouraged his wife.

  “Like you were going to stop me,” she said coyly and gave him another kiss. His hand traveled down from her shoulder to slip inside her panties. He found her pussy was so wet her panties were clinging to her clean-shaven labia. “Keep going,” she encouraged him as his finger probed between her lips.

  “I thought you wanted to fuck Rob.”

  “I do. Doesn’t mean you can’t get me off too.” Her hands went around his neck and she clung to him, working her hips in time with the movements of his hand.

  Marc was vaguely amused at the eagerness of his wife’s need to be fucked, though he had recently cum and she had not. It would only be polite to let her get off next.

  Turning his head, Marc spoke to Rob. “Do you want to fuck my wife?” he asked.

  It took Rob a moment to realize that Marc was speaking to him and exactly what he was asking. “You want me to fuck Lisa?” he asked, confused.

  “Yeah. That’s half the reason we’re here.”

  Angie piped up. “Go ahead and fuck her,” she encouraged her husband. “You deserve it.”

  Rob didn’t know what to think. He said the only thing that came to mind. “She’s still wearing her underwear.” It was a weak reason not to have sex with anyone.

  In response, Marc pushed his wife onto her back and yanked the panties off her, practically tearing them in the process. “Now she doesn’t,” he said with a grin. “Go ahead and fuck her.”

  Rob found his eyes going directly to Lisa’s pussy. It was completely bare, not a hair in sight, unlike his wife. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen such a thing before, but to see it in person was something new.

  Lisa settled back and opened her legs further. “Like what you see?” she asked, unashamed at her wanton display.

  “He sure does,” said Angie, stroking her husband’s hard cock. She nudged her husband. “Go ahead and fuck her. It doesn’t mean anything.”

  Rob wasn’t thinking clearly, but he fell to the peer pressure that was being applied to him. It was easy to give in because he wanted to do it; his sex drive wouldn’t allow him to pass up the opportunity of sex with a new woman.

  Lisa welcomed him to her body. He was surprised at the kiss. He was surprised at the warmth of the body and the smoothness of her skin. He was surprised at how casually Angie and Marc took his actions. But then again, they had encouraged him to fuck Lisa. Lisa, a woman who as not his wife, who was now holding his cock and guiding it into her pussy.

  As he entered her, Rob couldn’t remember the last time he had fucked another woman. There had been plenty before Angie—he just couldn’t remember them at the moment—but there hadn’t been any after. Until now. Her pussy was hotter than Angie’s, which seemed strange. And though he easily went into her, somehow Lisa’s pussy didn’t fit him exactly the way he expected. It was nice, but it wasn’t Angie. He wanted Angie’s pussy.

  “Fuck her,” Angie encouraged him breathlessly. He glanced over at his wife who was watching him with shining eyes. She was clearly more excited to see him fucking another woman than he was to be actually fucking someone else. How in the hell did he wind up with the lactation fetish when everyone else seemed to have a group sex and cheating fetish? It didn’t seem right. “What are you waiting for?”

  Rob just let his body take over and stopped thinking. Sex was sex and letting go was the easiest route.

  “Do you want some help?” Angie asked him.

  He turned his head away from Lisa’s face that was partially contorted into a mask of pleasure though he didn’t understand why she was reacting so strongly to his lame attempt at sex. “Help?” he asked his wife.

  Angie got up on her knees and moved close to the copulating pair. “Help like this,” she said, her hands holding up her breasts, offering them to Rob. She got close enough so that he automatically turned his head and latched on to her nipple. When he had nursed from her before he hadn’t taken that much. The moment he started sucking, his mouth was flooded with her sweetness. Almost like an automatic response, he started fucking Lisa harder and faster. That was exactly what both Lisa and Angie wanted.

  “Good, very good,” whispered Angie. “Keep going. It’s what she wants.”

  Even as he sucked her the breast she offered, the other breast started dripping. Noticing this, she smiled and squeezed, spraying the milk on both Lisa and Rob. He was surprised by his wife’s actions but that didn’t stop him from fucking Lisa who seemed delighted at being soaked with Angie’s milk. Seeing Lisa’s reaction and inhaling the smell of Angie’s milk was all that he needed to go over the edge.

  It felt like a betrayal to cum inside Lisa. She was thrilled when he came because his last few hard thrusts made her cum as well, that and the knowledge that another man cumming inside her excited her husband who was watching them. Angie couldn’t have been betrayed because he was doing it right there in front of her and with her encouragement. Rob didn’t know what to think. Luckily his reptile brain didn’t need higher order reasoning the make his body do what it needed to do.

  “That was beautiful,” Angie said as Rob rolled off Lisa. “I should have made you fuck another woman years ago.” She laughed at her ridiculous statement, even though it was the truth. She had been so wrapped up in cheating on her husband that she had completely ignored the possibility of what fun it could have been for them both to be enjoying sex with another couple.

  Rob was taken aback by her statement. “Really? Why?”

  She grinned and cuddled up to him. “Because this was incredibly fun,” she said offering him her breast. Rob was well-trained and automatically opened his mouth and started nursing from her. That was the least-strange part of the evening for him.

  Chapter Eleven

  Rob woke up first the next mo
rning. Lisa and Marc were gone, but their presence remained in the room. He was certain he could smell Lisa’s perfume in the air and the strong scent of Marc’s cum lingered on the sheets. More accurately it lingered on his wife, wafting up from between her legs. But that wasn’t the smell that woke him. It was the familiar scent of his wife’s milk. Overnight her tits had been working to replace the milk he and the others had drawn out of Angie. They were firm and full and without thinking Rob wiggled down to her breasts and drew one nipple into his mouth.

  Angie made a small sound and turned her body so he could more easily nurse. She didn’t wake up right away; this was the common way they liked to wake up. Him nursing from her eased Angie from sleep to consciousness and put her in the right mood for the day.

  “Last night was wonderful,” she said to him as he nursed. This wasn’t foreplay to sex, it was just Rob nursing because his wife had milk and he desired it.

  He paused at her statement. “It was?” He didn’t wait for an answer and went right back to nursing. She didn’t complain. She liked it when it nursed. It made her feel good.

  “Fuck yes. I’m so sorry I cheated on you,” she said, but left out the details of her cheating. “Maybe I’m less into cheating than I am having group sex.”

  Rob looked up at her, pausing in the nursing. “Is that what you want now?” He didn’t switch breasts or continue. He just looked up at her expecting an answer.

  “Um…I wouldn’t say no,” she said, hedging her answer. “But I think that the logistics of it are going to be terrible.”

  As he nursed, Rob thought about what his wife had just said. Trying to keep the sweetness of the milk from clouding his thoughts, he just nursed for a few minutes, draining one breast and then the other. It was all part of their morning ritual and she would have been alarmed or worried if he had varied his routine.