“Why do you think the logistics are going to be terrible?” he asked when he was finished. Even though his sexual needs should have been sated from the night before, he still reached between Angie’s legs. Without giving it any thought, she parted her thighs and allowed his fingers to explore her pussy. It was wet to the point of dampening the little patch of hair she maintained above her slit and around her labia.
“Getting four people, two couples, both with children, into the same room on a regular basis for sex?” she asked. “Even a professional appointment secretary wouldn’t be able to do that easily, if at all.”
Rob moved his fingers along her slit as she spoke and pushed two into her as she finished. She gasped slightly and let her eyes go wide, enjoying the sudden penetration of her pussy by her husband. Maybe they would have a quick fuck before they needed to get out of bed. The children were over at friends’ houses…
“What makes you think we’re going to do that again?” he asked her.
Already Angie’s eyes had gone unfocused and she reached for Rob, wanting his cock to be hard so he could penetrate her and fuck her like she deserved and desired. “Because I want to,” she said breathlessly. “Because I’ll keep lactating for you.”
“Just because you want something doesn’t mean you’ll get it,” he pointed out as he slowly withdrew his fingers from her pussy. When she realized what he was doing, she clamped her thighs tightly on his wrist, preventing him from withdrawing all the way.
“But I want it!” she stated emphatically.
“You just want to keep fucking other men,” Rob replied. “And women,” he added.
“Is that so wrong?” she asked.
“Yes! Doesn’t marriage mean anything to you?”
Angie shifted uncomfortably and released his hand from between her thighs. She had been hoping that maybe they’d fuck before getting out of bed and having to go get the kids, but now it looked like they were going to have an argument. She didn’t want to argue, but apparently they had vastly different opinions on what their marriage meant to each other.
“Yes,” she said carefully. “It means a lot to me.”
“You seem pretty fucking eager to fuck other people even though you’re married to me!” Rob snapped at her.
It took all her self-control to not flip out and scream at Rob. “Yeah. And you fucked another woman last night. You don’t see me getting upset over that.”
“You practically forced me to fuck her.”
“No one was shoving your dick into her cunt other than you! You’re the one who got your own dick hark. And as I remember you had a pretty fucking good time!” She pushed away from him and started to climb out of the bed.
Rob practically jumped out of the bed and grabbed his bathrobe, wrapping it around his body to hide his nudity from his wife. “I never would have done it if you hadn’t fucking insisted on it!”
“I fucking love you!” she screamed at him. “Yeah, I fucked other men. So what? I love you. Sex and love aren’t the same. I know you love me and I wouldn’t get fucking upset if you wanted to fuck another woman! Hell, I’d fucking encourage it! You need more sex in your life. You’re fucking obsessed with my tits and my milk. That’s not normal, Rob.”
He glared at her, went to his dresser, pulled on a shirt and pants, and headed for the door. “None of this is normal, Angie.”
When he walked out it was all she could do not to collapse on the floor and cry. Instead she walked carefully to the shower, turned it on, stepped underneath the flowing water, and then let herself cry. It was better that way. With the shower blasting her in the face she couldn’t tell her tears from the water.
Rob came back late in the afternoon. They ate dinner with the kids and pretended everything was fine.
It wasn’t fine.
They barely spoke to each other. The kids, being teenagers, didn’t notice.
Getting into bed that night, they both glared at each other before turning out the lights and rolling away from the center of the bed, unwilling to face each other even while they slept.
That still didn’t stop them from, in the middle of the night, half walking up, and groping each other. Angie had her top off and Rob’s mouth was searching for her breast. Neither knew exactly when the other came awake, but Angie was both thrilled and angry that Rob was nursing from her. The relief of her milk being drawn out was wonderful, but the fact that she was sharing an intimacy with him annoyed her.
It was the same with Rob. He needed to taste her milk because he was all but addicted to it, but he hated the fact that his body had betrayed his need to use his wife for relief of his kink.
Though neither of them wanted to admit they didn’t want to be doing what they normally did as a matter of routine in their bedroom, they didn’t want to stop either. Rob almost angrily sucked on Angie’s tits, not just drawing out her milk, but compelling it to come out so forcefully that it almost hurt. She didn’t complain. Her need to have sex was always stronger than his and the little bit of pain was mixed with pleasure, but she didn’t want to let on that she was enjoying what he was doing. They lay next to each other, anger barely beneath the surface, him attached to her breasts while his cock slowly grew and her pussy inevitably became wet.
Neither could deny their automatic needs their bodies had, but they wouldn’t admit it either.
They had to keep readjusting the orientation of their bodies because they wanted to reach for the other, but would remember at the last moment touching the other would mean giving in somehow and that was going to be avoided at all costs.
Still, he had to suck and she needed to give hm her breasts. Touching was inevitable.
“Get your fucking cock off my thigh,” Angie eventually snapped at Rob when she felt the underside of his manhood pressing along the length of her leg, just above the knee. The little spot of moisture from the precum was a sticky annoyance on her skin.
“You were screaming for it last night,” he shot back at her, releasing her breast from his mouth. It was mostly empty but still dribbled out a bit of milk.
“Oh fuck you, I was not!” She shoved at him, trying to force him off the large bed. Rob pushed back, not hard enough to actually fight, but more than enough to establish he wasn’t going to give in to her. Seeing her ploy wasn’t working, she grabbed at his cock with the intention of either twisting his balls so he’d be temporarily disabled or smacking them for the same effect. He prevented this attack as well and instead of retreating, he pushed her over, making her face away from him, her face half buried in the pillows.
“Leave me alone!” she snapped at him struggling to turn around, but Rob twisted one of her arms around her back and pinned her to the mattress. That wasn’t enough to stop Angie and she flailed at him with her free hand, looking to slap him in the face or balls.
He caught her other hand as well and held them both against the small of her back. To do this he had to kneel between her legs which made his cock rest against the pleasant curve of her buttocks. Glancing down he saw that it was nearly wedged between the twin globes.
“Stop trying to hit me,” he said.
“Let me go and I will.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“You should!”
“Why?”
“You always have before!” she taunted him.
Rob snorted. “Yeah. And look what that got me. A cheating wife. Fuck you.” Almost sneering he reached between her legs to find her pussy. He wasn’t the least bit surprised to find that she was wet. “I knew it. You fucking like this, getting pinned down after having your tits sucked.”
“Fuck you. I don’t!”
Probing deeper, Rob pushed his fingers into his wife and she involuntarily groaned. “Yeah, you fucking like it.”
“No…no I don’t,” she complained weakly.
Now both angered and amused, Rob shifted his position and rested most of his weight on top of her, but still held her hands behind her. “I think you do,” he said
as he probed with his cock. Angie struggled a bit, trying to prevent what he was doing, but her body called out to his with physical need. Eventually she arched her back and facilitated his penetration of her pussy.
Her groan of pleasure was audible.
“I knew it,” he said.
Angie said nothing and just rocked her hips, encouraging her husband to fuck her harder.
The sex they had was much rougher and more violent than usual. Rob was thrusting so hard that he was shaking the bed and causing the headboard to bump rhythmically against the wall. The sound was assuredly carrying through the house but neither cared to stop. If the kids heard the noise…then they’d have to suffer the knowledge that their parents had an active sex life.
Without wanting to, Angie felt herself moving back and forth, arching her back as much as she could to accept the hard thrusts from her husband. The sound of theirs bodies coming together was alarmingly loud. Flesh slapping on flesh sounded more like a fight than passionate lovemaking. Rob went so far as to plant his hands on her shoulder blades, pinning her to the mattress, not allowing her to escape, even though she wanted to. The pressure of his hands and weight on her back crushed her breasts into the bed. She was glad they were empty.
His cock was hitting her in the right spot over and over. Under other circumstances she would have been happy at that, but after their argument she didn’t really want to cum because she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he knew how to fuck her perfectly.
But it wasn’t going the way she wanted. She came, screaming into the pillow her face was pressed into. Her pussy tightened up on his cock and there was a flood of heat which was more than enough to make him cum, filling her pussy which made her shake in pleasure even more.
Rob let out a groan and rolled off his wife.
“What the hell was that?” Angie complained.
“A good hard fuck,” he grunted.
“What makes you think I wanted it?” She let the anger drip from her words.
“You certainly didn’t say no to it.”
“It’s the middle of the fucking night and I woke up with your sucking on my tits.”
“Because you had shoved them in my face and I was doing what you wanted me to do.”
“How the fuck could you possibly know what I want you to do?”
“If you didn’t want me to suck them and fuck you, then you shouldn’t have shoved them in my face!”
The argument was circling around itself and both were too exhausted to continue the pointless debate.
“What time is it?”
After glancing at the clock that squatted on his nightstand, Rob reported, “Four thirty.”
“It’s not the middle of the night.”
“It’s close enough.”
“I’m going back to sleep.”
“Me too.”
Chapter Twelve
“The sex was better than I wanted it to be,” Angie said to Lisa over the phone. It was half strange to speak to someone on the phone just to talk. From Lisa’s perspective talking on the phone was more of a business action than something done for amusement or personal reasons.
“Well, isn’t that good?”
“I didn’t want him to fuck me at all.”
“Are you saying—”
“No!” Angie said quickly. “We just argued and I didn’t want to have sex, but we did.”
“And it was good.”
“Yeah. But he originally got angry because I said the four of us should hook up again sometime.”
“He didn’t want to?”
“No.”
“Strange.”
“I know, right? Most men would jump at the chance to fuck another woman.”
“Maybe he got upset because he saw Marc fucking you. Is he the jealous type?”
“I think he is, at least a little.”
“Well, it can’t be because Marc has a bigger cock than him. I mean, it’s wider but Rob’s is much longer. It was nice to feel something deep in me for once that wasn’t a dildo.”
Angie grimaced. “I don’t think Rob worries much about penis size. I’ve told him too many times that he’s the perfect size for me. Which, in retrospect, probably wasn’t a great idea. But it was at the time.”
“Uh-huh,” said Lisa. Angie was certain her friend was judging her.
“What? Just say it. What are you thinking.”
“Now, don’t get angry because you asked me to tell you, but I think he’s legitimately in love with you. I said it when we were all together.”
“Yeah. I know. And of course he loves me. We’re married and all that.”
“No. Loves you loves you. He’s probably a little obsessed with you. Maybe a bit too much. The thought of having the share you with other people is driving him nuts.” She paused. “Huh.”
“Huh what? And you’re making him sound like a deranged stalker.”
“He might be that guy that girls wish for back in high school. The perfect guy who loves them and wants them and doesn’t look at anyone else.”
Angie rolled her eyes at the ceiling. “Shit. I wanted that guy when I was in high school. And then I grew up, but I still wanted that guy…and every other guy as well.”
“Tastes change.”
“That doesn’t help me.”
“Sorry, but I’m not the one who married the guy who was desperately in love with me.”
Angie frowned at her phone. “Are you saying that Marc doesn’t love you? Why get married and have kids then?”
“Oh, he loves me, just not as fiercely as Rob loves you. I mean, he was dating another woman when we met. And he cheated on her with me. And I knew it.” She closed her eyes, remembering back to that time. “And I think I liked doing that, because it was wrong. We were sort of meant for each other, though we aren’t as deeply in love as we probably should be.”
“Ugh,” Angie groaned. “Having a man completely obsessed and in love with you isn’t the thrill that it sounds like.”
“It’s sort of sweet.”
“It’s not.”
“Do you want me to fuck Rob again?” Lisa suddenly offered. “I will you know.”
“I know. You’re a slut.”
Lisa laughed. “I know! But so are you. And I have to tell you that Rob has a great cock.”
“I know.” Angie snorted. “And you’re still a slut.”
“You’ve said before how Rob fills you perfectly…”
“Yeah?”
“I think he has the perfect cock. I mean, it felt perfect to me when he was inside me.”
“Are you saying he has a magic cock that adapts to ever woman he fucks?”
“No…but maybe. I don’t know. I’ve slept with more than a few men—”
“Do tell,” Angie interjected dryly.
“—and his cock is definitely the best I’ve had. Or maybe I’ve gotten bored with Marc’s because he’s so short and thick. I don’t know.”
“Well it’s nice to know that you’re willing to fuck my husband again.”
“What are friends for?”
“Now I just have to convince him to fuck you again.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes. You can even fuck my husband if you want.”
“Very generous.”
“I’ll even fuck you.”
“Again, very generous.”
“I’ll even suck the milk right out of you.”
That gave Angie pause. “You would?”
Lisa shivered at her little confession. “I’m sure I’m not as obsesses with your tits and milk as Rob is, but I’d do it. Why not play with a little kinky fuckery, right?”
“I’ve been reading about it. Men obsessed with their partner’s lactation.”
“Uh-huh. And?”
“It’s supposed to increase the bond between husband and wife or man and woman or whatever.”
“Hmm. And now you’re going to tell me that’s the last thing you need, right?”
“Exactly.
”
“But he insisted you start lactating for him because you were cheating on him, right?”
“Right.”
“I don’t see an easy way out of this.”
“Neither do I.”
They both stayed silent a moment.
Angie spoke first. “Do you know what I used to do when I was dating a guy and I thought he was getting too close and we were becoming too intimate?”
“You mean like…I don’t know…falling in love and perhaps planning a life together?” Lisa asked sarcastically. “Yeah. I know what you mean. It’s supposed to be the natural progress of emotions and a relationship.”
“I know. I know. But do you know what I did?”
“No. But I’m guessing you panicked and dumped the guy.”
“No,” Angie sighed. “Worse. I’d go out and fuck another guy. Any guy. It didn’t matter who. I made some terrible choices in who I fucked. And I’d do whatever it took to get caught. And if I didn’t get caught because the second guy I was fucking was being careful…then I’d confess my cheating to my boyfriend of the moment and tell him it was over.”
“That’s…that’s awful.”
“I know. I was an awful person. Maybe I still am. With Rob…I fell in love. I didn’t want to cheat. But I still did. And I didn’t tell him.”
Lisa was silent before she gave her decision. “I think maybe you love him more than you realize.”
“I know,” Angie agreed. Another pause built between them. “So can I come over and fuck you and Marc?”
“Sure.”
The food truck corral wasn’t a great place to meet people, but it was a good place to people watch. Even better, it was outside of the plant on a warm spring day and the food on the trucks was better than what was offered in the tiny cafeteria. Most of the plant workers were men, but the warm weather had brought out the women and Rob found himself staring at the ones who were bold enough or confident enough to wear low-cut blouses or dresses that showed off their cleavage.
He did this while seated at one of the picnic tables next to the truck corral. Rob wasn’t stupid. He word dark sunglasses and didn’t move his head while he stared at the women who caught his eye.
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