Her tits fell out and bounced, heavy with milk. She was about to caution him when he grabbed one breast with his hand and latched onto the other with his mouth.
A second warning failed in her throat. He’d find out the consequences soon enough as he sucked eagerly on her breast. She felt herself melt against him and automatically relax like she always did when being nursed.
She knew his mouth was filling with her milk and he pulled back. She waited for the complaint but instead he said, “It tastes so sweet. Like juice, not milk.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, dumbfounded. She knew what her milk tasted like, but doubted that Roger did.
“Do you mind?” he asked, lowering his mouth to her slightly wet nipple. It was dribbling milk down the lower slope of her breast. The other nipple, the one between his fingers, hadn’t leaked any milk yet.
She just shook her head at his question and he sucked again. Her entire body relaxed. While she had enjoyed nursing her children, this was something different, something better. Nursing a baby was a necessary part of motherhood and raising a child. Giving her milk to a man—her lover-to-be—was an intimate and erotic act she never would have imagined herself doing in a million years. And here she was doing it.
And loving it.
He sucked again and she felt his mouth filling with her milk before he swallowed and repeated the process. Her entire body ached for him. His cock was still hard for she felt it pressing against her thigh as he suckled, but at that moment she didn’t care if he put it in her pussy; what they were doing now was a hundred times more intimate.
Thomas released the nipple he had been pinching and dragged his mouth from one breast to the other to suckle on the fresh breast. The one he had been pulling the milk from he now pinched so as not to lose a single precious drop.
While Ida had felt pleasure while being nursed by her children, what Thomas was doing to her was something else entirely. Her entire being focused on her tits and nothing else. Her hand strayed down to between her legs, but she was prevented from touching herself by the panties she still wore.
His sucking on her tits felt incredibly good, but she knew it wasn’t going to be enough to make her cum and Ida had only started this whole sordid affair for his cock. That’s why she had come here, that’s why she had decided to set aside her marriage vows. She wasn’t going to leave Thomas’s apartment without getting fucked.
“Too much,” she breathed. “Too much.”
Tomas slowly released her nipple from his mouth, stretching it and sucking out the last few drops of milk. “What’s too much?”
“You. You drinking my milk. My tits are on fire.” That wasn’t perfectly accurate, but they were throbbing and aching for more attention, but what Ida wanted the most was to be fucked. She would have done anything at the moment to have his cock inside her pussy.
He grinned up at her. “Is that good?”
“It’s very good.” She moved her leg, rubbing her thigh against his cock. “But I can’t stand it. You’ve gotta stop.”
“Stop sucking on your tits?” he asked, teasing. “But they taste so good…and you like it, don’t you?”
She nodded slowly. “I just need a little break.” Ida wet her lips with her tongue. “Maybe you can find something to distract me for a little bit?” Her hand wrapped around his cock.
Thomas nodded eagerly. His fingers went to the waistband of her panties and he pulled them down awkwardly. The material seemed to catch on everything: under her butt, on her knees, around her thighs, at her heel, but eventually they came off and she was wonderfully naked.
Her legs opened up and Thomas knelt between them, his cock in hand. She cupped his balls and encouraged him forward. When he was inches away a hundred thoughts went through her head—
I’m cheating on my husband.
His balls are soft like silk
It’s bigger than Roger’s
I can’t wait to get fucked
This is wrong
It’s been years since I touched another man
When did Thomas last fuck another woman
I’m a slut
I’m a woman with needs
He loves my body
He doesn’t care about my body, he just wants to fuck
I just want to fuck
We should use a condom
I want to feel him raw
Betraying her husband was one thing, but to fuck Thomas without a condom...that was a worse betrayal somehow. Ida wasn’t stupid. She knew the risks, but at that intense moment of passion, the rewards greatly outweighed the risks.
Together they eased his cock into her pussy, wet and waiting and hot and inviting.
“Ohhh…fuck yes,” he moaned as he pulled back a little, then pushed in, then pulled back, and finally sank all the way inside her. “Should I—?” he started to ask.
Ida shook her head and pulled him deeper into her body. “No. Just fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
They fucked with the raw intensity of two lovers meeting for the first time. It was the type of passion reserved for those carrying on an illicit relationship. Ida didn’t know if this was Thomas’s stock in trade, it was new for her which made it all the sweeter.
She couldn’t say for certain how long they fucked, but it seemed like forever and she wanted it to last even longer. It felt like he was growing bigger and harder inside her. Thomas knew what he was doing, pounding hard into her, all but forcing her to cum so hard that her limbs were left quivering. The sounds she heard coming out of her mouth mortified her, but even that wasn’t enough to tell him to stop.
Once he was assured that she had reached her climax, Thomas changed the angle and speed of his strokes and a moment later she could feel his cum flooding her pussy. It was lovely and passionate—
—and as soon as her orgasm faded away, she started to worry about what she had done. The smart thing to do would have been to leave right away and never contact Thomas ever again. She waited for him to roll off her because she wasn’t strong enough to force him away. After a minute of rest, he did get off her, but instead of just flopping on the bed next to her, he half turned and somehow his mouth found her breast.
They weren’t as swollen as they had been. He had removed enough milk to ease the soreness, but when he latched back on to her nipple, her milk flowed easily and she sighed softly. It was a nice conclusion to their forbidden roll in the sheets.
Ida turned her body a little so he could more easily nurse from her. What he was doing didn’t exactly cause her lust to rise again, but it was a nice, calming sensation. Nursing an adult man was different than doing it to a baby.
It was much more enjoyable.
She encouraged him to move from one breast to the other. As he suckled the milk from her tits, she could feel them deflating. From past experience she knew that overall their size wasn’t greatly diminished, but they definitely felt smaller.
As if he was suddenly realizing what he was doing, Thomas pulled back and looked up at her. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
Shaking her head, Ida said, “No…but I better get going.”
He nodded and moved back a little, allowing her to climb off the bed. Dressing while he watched made her feel self-conscious, but she didn’t say anything as she hurriedly put her clothes on. He didn’t seem the least bit concerned that he was naked. Ida tried not to stare at his cock because she knew that would just make her want to fuck him again.
“I thought you were kidding when you said your tits were still full of milk,” he said as she finished buttoning her shirt.
“My daughter…she’s still nursing. And I never had trouble making milk. I probably made too much of it.”
“When will it stop?”
“When I finally force my baby to wean herself.”
“How does that work?”
“When a baby stops nursing…the mother stops making milk,” she explained.
“So as long as you’re feeding someone, you’ll keep making milk?”
“Yes.”
He smiled at her. “It’ll be sad when it stops,” he said. “I like big tits on a woman. And your milk is incredibly sweet.”
She rolled her eyes and said, “All breast milk is sweet. I’ve gotta go.”
He jumped out of the bed and walked with her from the bedroom to the door to his apartment. It was supposed to be a gentlemanly action, but it was just odd because he was naked and she was fully dressed.
She still found it sweet.
Chapter Two
Driving home, Ida could feel Thomas’s cum slowly leaking out of her pussy and puddling in her pussy. She rather liked the feeling because it reminded her that she was a woman free to make her own choices and do as she wanted with her body.
Or rather, she liked it right up to the point where she had to pick up her kids from her mother’s house and was fully reminded exactly what it was she had just done. The baby was happy to see her, the toddler was sullen because he was taken away from Gramma too soon, and her mother was happy to have had her grandchildren for an afternoon but was sad to see them go.
Ida put both children down for naps and quickly ran to the bathroom for a shower. She stood under the warm water spraying down on her praying that it would wash away both her literal and metaphorical sins. Making sure to wash carefully between her legs, every last vestige of her cheating was sent down the drain. Not that it mattered. There was little chance of Roger touching her or wanting sex that evening. As she finished her shower, she noticed her nipples were slightly sore, which wasn’t a surprise and nor was it visible, but the three small purplish bruises at the edge of her areolas were visible.
One bore the distinct impression of teeth marks. One looked like a hickie, only on her tit instead of her neck. One was just an amorphous blob. She knew how all three had developed. The question was would Roger see them and if he saw them, would he figure out how she got them.
Getting out of the shower, Ida tried to remain calm. She tossed all her clothes into the washing machine, taking great care to spray the crotch of her panties with pre-wash, and then dumped in more clothing from the hamper along with a double dose of detergent and fabric softener. She doubted Roger would notice her change of clothes, but still put on another pair off mom-ish yoga pants that were almost exactly like the ones she had worn to Thomas’s along with another flower-patterned shirt. The bra and panties she wore were plainer, but of the same general style as the ones she had sinned in.
Once all that was done she checked on the children and saw they were—miracle of miracles—quietly napping. Only then did she sit down and look at her phone.
There was one message.
It was from Thomas.
Thanks for the wonderful time.
She burst in tears.
Ida allowed herself to cry for ten minutes. And then she forced herself to stop and composed a quick text message. It was her intent to tell Thomas that while she had had a good time, they couldn’t do it again and had to cut off all communication. He was never to text or call or contact her in any way ever again. She had her marriage, her husband, and her children to think of.
Instead she wrote: I had a wonderful time too. Care to do it again tomorrow?
She cursed herself and sent the message. The reply came seconds later.
Yes. Where and when?
“How did I wind up becoming such a slut?” she asked the empty living room. Before she replied she went to the bathroom, splashed some cold water on her face, carefully dried her hands and face and checked the mirror to make sure it didn’t look like she had been crying because there was no way of telling when Roger might come home. Then, and only then, did she spend the next ten minutes texting back and forth with Thomas making arrangements for another round of shameful intercourse.
She found herself looking forward to it all too much.
Later that night, when she was in bed with Roger who had barely noticed her when he got home from work, who had eaten dinner and said almost nothing as he checked messages and emails on his phone, who hadn’t acknowledged his children at all, she looked down at her boobs that were half-exposed by her nightdress. She pushed them together with her upper arms, increasing her cleavage and then letting her tits fall back which allowed her cleavage to all but disappear.
After doing this for ten minutes while Roger was distracted by the tablet he was holding, reading another important report, he finally noticed what she was doing. “What are you doing?” he asked, glancing up from the table.
“My boobs are huge compared to what they used to be,” she told him. “Remember when they were small and cute and now they’re huge and…huge.”
He looked at her chest and noted her breasts through the thin material that was nothing more than high quality polyester masquerading as silk. “They are much bigger than when we got married, yes,” he agreed.
It wasn’t the reaction she was looking for.
“But do you like them bigger?” Ida asked.
“Well right now they’re really just for feeding Justine,” he said. “They have to be bigger.” He nodded and turned back to his tablet.
“Some men like their wives to have big boobs,” she informed him.
“Uh-huh,” he said absently and glanced her way again. “I’m not partial either way. Right now…maybe not for me. You’re still nursing.”
“Some men like that too,” she said.
That caught Roger’s attention. He looked at her like she was insane. “Do I…I’m not the type of guy who would go for that sort of thing.”
No, no you are not, Ida silently agreed. Instead of saying that out loud she instead said, “It’s been too long since we had sex.”
“And you’re still nursing Justine,” he said quickly. “When that’s done I’m sure our sex life will go back to normal.”
It was a miracle that Justine was ever conceived. Erik had barely been weaned when they had sex a couple of times and from there Justine was the result.
Ida’s cycle hadn’t gone back to regular yet and she wasn’t using any birth control. Between her luck and her irregular cycle and her romp with Thomas, it made her wonder if an inadvertent event had occurred, but she kept silent on that.
“When she weans then,” said Ida, wondering when that would be. She wondered other things as well:
Would Thomas be as good a second time?
Was Roger gay and had been hiding it all this time?
Was Roger no longer interested in her?
Was there enough milk in her tits to satisfy Justine when she inevitable woke up in the middle of the night? Again.
Was she going to continue her affair with Thomas?
Was Roger having an affair? (She was, so why wouldn’t he? Unless he was gay. Unless he was having a gay affair…)
Did Roger prefer her with small boobs?
Was Roger really that put off by lactation?
Was Thomas really that into her lactating?
Was Thomas a pervert?
Was Thomas pining away for her right now?
Was Thomas fucking some other woman?
Was Thomas’s cock going to be as good tomorrow as it had been today?
Chapter Three
Ida clutched the sheets with her fingers and moaned into the pillow. Her ass was in the air and Thomas was pounding away at her pussy. It felt so good. He was naked; she had undressed him before they fell into his bed. She was still wearing her camisole (all the benefits of a bra none of the inconvenience) and nothing else.
No, that wasn’t accurate. He wasn’t fully naked. He was wearing a condom. She had insisted. Oddly, it didn’t make the sex bad. He was roughly gripping her hips, holding her in place, while he slammed away at her pussy. It was rough, raw sex without any emotional attachment. She had never been fucked in that way before and found it was delightful. It was okay to be used as a sex object if that’s what she wanted.
As he continued to slam his cock in and out of her, she could feel her tits beginning to leak. Her n
ipples were like barely controlled spigots. The soft cotton of the camisole was getting wet and the moisture was being transferred to the sheets. They were Thomas’s sheets and he probably didn’t mind. It wasn’t any concern of hers.
She was proud of the way she had exerted self-control and insisted he use a condom. She was proud of the fact that she had insisted that he fuck her first before he played with her tits. She was proud that she was a woman who chose to fuck whomever she wanted, married or not.
The muted scream into the pillow let Thomas know that he had made her cum. That and the way her pussy suddenly heated up and squeezed down on his shaft.
“Can I paint you?” he asked as Ida turned her head out of the pillow to suck in more air.
It was an odd time to ask her to pose for a portrait, but her mind was reeling so it might have been the best time. “Yeah, sure,” she agreed as he continued to thrust away. Maybe he’d made her cum a second time. That would be nice.
Instead he pulled his cock out of her, and before Ida knew what was going on he quickly rolled off the condom, stroked himself several times, and shot his load over her back and rounded ass.
No man had ever done that to her before. Not that she had slept with a lot of men. It should have been humiliating. Instead, Ida found that she liked the feeling. It was dirty and sexy and she figured he did it because it must have turned him on. He pushed up the camisole, completely freeing her tits; she appreciated that because she didn’t want to have cum stains on it.
She lay there panting for a few seconds and then she felt his finger tracing a pattern through the droplets of cum he had left on her back. It was odd, bordering on creepy, especially when he said, “You have such wonderful soft skin.”
The chill that ran down her spine was partly from his words and partly from the cum drying on her skin.
“Thanks?” She didn’t mean it to sound like a question, but it came out that way.
He laughed, but it was a pleasant, friendly chuckle.
“Can I turn over?” she asked because his finger was still playing in his cum. “My tits are getting squished.”
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