The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  He withdrew his finger and moved back from between her legs. “Sure. Sorry. Didn’t realize that.”

  After pulling her camisole off and rolling over, Ida kept her legs open with him kneeling between them, letting him admire her naked body. It wasn’t what it had once been—she had been on the track team in college, though to no great success—but she wasn’t ashamed of her body. Maybe her stomach wasn’t as flat as it had once been and she sported stretch marks on her abdomen and thighs, but her tits were pleasantly big and even on her back she could see the pleasant mounds they formed when they were full of milk. She let him look at her as long as he wanted. He didn’t say anything but simply reached out for her tits and she smiled.

  “You still horny?” she asked before he grabbed her. His cock wasn’t completely flaccid, but neither was it standing up hard and proud.

  “A little,” he admitted.

  “You know what really gets me going?” Her question made him paused just as he started caressing her breasts.

  “Mmm? What?”

  “When my tits get sucked,” she reminded him.

  “Really?” He sounded honestly surprised. “I thought that was just…I thought you were just putting on a show for me. You know, fulfilling my fantasy and all that.”

  Her smile was sly. “I like it too.” She cupped her large breasts with her hands. “And they’re very full. They need to be emptied. Care to help me with that?”

  Thomas moved on top of her, his mouth seeking out her breast. Her nipples had been leaking so the moment his tongue touched them, he tasted her sweetness. Sucking firmly, he was rewarded with a squirt of milk in his mouth and an audible moan from Ida. Together those were enough to make his cock start to stir.

  With her children, nursing was a chore. It was a pleasant chore, but it was a chore nevertheless. With Thomas it wasn’t a chore at all. It was all pleasure. Her tits were satisfyingly full when they had fucked, but as he suckled from her they slowly deflated and the pressure released. Even so, every time he drew on her breasts with his mouth, it was like a little jolt of joy.

  It was wrong and it was sexy and she knew she shouldn’t be doing it but that just made her want it more.

  As he nursed from her, she dragged his hand between her legs. He got the hint and quickly plunged his fingers into her depths. It took a few seconds, but Thomas eventually found her clit and started rubbing in exactly the way she liked.

  When her legs started shaking, she pushed his hand away.

  “Too much?” he asked.

  “I don’t want to cum too quickly.”

  He pushed his hand back where it had been. “I bet I can make you cum more times than you can count,” he said before resuming sucking.

  Ida scissored her legs together, trying to prevent him from masturbating her, but he was too strong…and she didn’t really want to stop him. She like the treatment.

  And true to his promise he did make her cum. While she didn’t cum more times than she could count, she did lose count after the third orgasm. Or maybe it was the fourth. It didn’t matter because he made her feel so good, sucking on her tits and rubbing her clit at the same time.

  It finally got to the point where she had to roll away from him to get it to end.

  “Too much?” he asked, a triumphant grin on his face.

  “Just a little,” she panted. “Just a little too much.”

  They rested a minute. She looked down at her tits and could see they were visibly smaller. They still felt wonderful and she didn’t regret doing any of it…except for the guilt. She knew she had to move past the guilt somehow.

  “Do you have a girlfriend?” Ida blurted out.

  Thomas was surprised by her question. “What? Why would you ask that?”

  His response made her suspicious. “Because I’m married and I want to know if I’m messing up a relationship that you have going and not just fucking up my marriage.”

  “I’m not married,” he said, still evading the question.

  “I didn’t ask that. What I want to know is if you have a girlfriend.”

  There was an uncomfortable pause before Thomas spoke again. “I don’t…sort of.”

  “What the hell kind of answer is that?” Ida struck an indignant tone, but right away she knew she had no moral ground to stand on. She was cheating on her husband.

  He rolled his shoulders uncomfortably. “There’s this woman I’ve been seeing on and off for a year now. We get along great for a month or so…and then we get on each other’s nerves. But then one of us gets the urge and calls the other and we have sex and…”

  “And the whole cycle repeats?” Ida finished for him.

  “Yeah. That.”

  “Yeah. Okay. That I understand.” She nodded and thought. “When was the last time you saw her?”

  “Last week.” He shook his head as if trying to clear fuzzy thoughts from it. “Why are you even asking?”

  “Because I’m cheating on my husband,” she answered honestly because she didn’t really care about her relationship with Thomas. She knew it was going to end eventually. “Doesn’t that bother you?”

  Thomas shook his head. “No. Should it?”

  “Yes!”

  “But this was your choice to come here and fuck me,” he pointed out.

  Frustrated, Ida burst out with, “Whatever!” She hopped out of the bed and started gathering up her clothes, putting them on as she found the correct pieces.

  “What the hell are you looking for?” Thomas asked.

  She glared at him as she put her camisole. She wasn’t sure if he was asking a literal question or if he was asking about what she was looking for in her life.

  “Nothing. I’m not looking for anything. I’m looking to get the hell out of here.” She finished dressing, found her shoes and marched out of Thomas’s apartment.

  She only drove halfway to her mother’s house before she pulled over to the side of the road and broke down crying. It wasn’t the way it was supposed to go.

  Chapter Four

  The next day Ida didn’t text or call Thomas. She prided herself on her restraint. Roger, of course, was Roger and he barely noticed her.

  Ida wondered if she should start looking for a job. It would have to pay well enough to cover the costs of putting the kids into daycare. She could contact her old employer and see if there was a position available for her, but working retail again seemed a definite step backward.

  Instead she kept herself busy for the day with her kids, made a wonderful dinner for her husband—which he ate but didn’t comment on—and went to bed just as unsatisfied as always.

  The following day when Ida put the kids down for a morning nap, she went to her bedroom, found her vibrator hidden well down in the bottom drawer of the dresser, and went to town on her pussy. She had closed the bedroom door so the sounds she made wouldn’t wake the children, but even the vibrator wasn’t enough. It left her temporarily sated, but not satisfied. When she looked down at her body she groaned in annoyance and got out of the bed to change her top. It was easiest to masturbate with her pants off, but she was in such a rush that she hadn’t bothered to remove her shirt. In the middle of her self-loving she had soaked all the way through her top. Her boobs had leaked and wasted the milk.

  Into the washer went all the laundry. She saw the camisole she had worn to Thomas’s and it made her belly quiver. Her tits were still full and she vowed to nurse Justine when the baby woke up.

  Inspecting her naked body in the mirror of the bathroom she noted the three bruises on her tits had faded away to nothing. Maybe her hips and butt were bigger than she had liked, but she was also older now and a mother. And Thomas hadn’t complained.

  But Roger hadn’t complained either.

  But Thomas had fucked her twice recently.

  Roger hadn’t fucked her in months.

  Thomas had a girlfriend—sort of.

  Roger had a wife—sort of. Was she really his wife if they never had sex?

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p; Thomas never claimed to love her.

  When was the last time Roger said he loved her?

  Thomas could easily make her cum and loved her milky tits.

  Roger had been lousy in bed even before she had started messing around.

  A vibrator and cheap romance novels wasn’t going to do it for Ida. She knew it and was too eager to give in.

  I’m sorry I got upset at you. It was an apology, but a lame one. And yet it was all she was willing to offer at the moment.

  Thomas’s reply came back quicker than she expected. It’s fine. I understand what you’re risking.

  She smiled at that. Either he was very smooth in seducing her or she was too willing to forgive. She didn’t ponder on that thought too much.

  Can we get together soon?

  Sure. When?

  Tomorrow?

  Sure. Same as always.

  Yes…well, maybe not exactly the same as always.

  Same time then?

  Yes. She paused and gave it some thought. What the hell did it matter now? If he told her no, she’d just find someone else. My tits are aching for you.

  They are? That’s hot. Are you dripping milk?

  A little. That was a partial lie. They’re really full and I think I’m going to get out my old pump for some relief.

  Video?

  She laughed at his request. It was ridiculous…but maybe he wasn’t kidding around. Are you serious? Who would want to see that?

  Me

  Yeah, but who else? You’re a pervert. She sent that message with a winking emoticon.

  Just search a porn site or two. There’s plenty of lactation videos.

  It only occurred to her just then that he wasn’t kidding around and that maybe, just maybe, Thomas was into sucking on her milk-filled tits more than she initially believed.

  Do you really want to see a video of me pumping my breasts?

  His reply was instantaneous. YES!

  Maybe later when the kids are napping.

  I’ll look forward to it.

  Shaking her head, Ida steeled herself and turned on her computer. She had looked at some mild porn before, but had quickly decided it wasn’t for her. Trashy romance novels were more her speed, but she was intrigued and she wanted to show an interest in her lover’s kink. A few tame searches later she was viewing a video of a woman hooked up to a breast pump.

  “Well that’s not very sexy,” Ida commented to herself.

  The camera slowly pulled back revealing more and more of the woman. She was clearly enjoying herself, though Ida chalked that up to acting, but then the camera pulled back far enough to show she was riding on a man’s erect cock.

  “Okay, well, fine…”

  The two continued to fuck for a minute with the breast pump hooked up to the woman’s tits. There was an abrupt edit and the next scene had the man sucking on one breast while the pump continued to work on the other. He didn’t so much as swallow her milk as suck it out and then let it dribble out of his mouth, all over her breast, and then went back for more.

  Ida paused the video. “Okay, well. There’s that. How much of that can there be?” The sidebar of the site listed categories. There was one for lactation. It had over a thousand videos in it.

  “Okay, I was wrong. And at least Thomas swallows my milk. What’s the point of wasting it all over her tits?”

  Unfortunately she didn’t have time for more. The kids needed attention. They kept her busy the rest of the day until mid-afternoon when they were crashing and it was nap time again. Ida couldn’t wait for the two of them to fall asleep. Normally she would take the opportunity for a little rest herself, but there was no rest for the wicked this afternoon. While they were still restless Ida set up her phone on the stupid stand that was intended to go on the dash of her car that still hadn’t made it out to the garage yet. The breast pump she had used months ago was buried in the bedroom closet but by some miracle it still worked.

  The pump was electric and didn’t have a battery. And it was noisy. And she remembered it had hurt when the settings weren’t just right. The only way for this little experiment to work was to do it in the bedroom where the sound would be muffled.

  She was self-conscious at first and kept checking to see if the angle on the phone’s camera was correct, but once she applied the twin cones of the pump to her breasts everything seemed to come together. She looked down in astonishment having forgotten how far the pump would stretch her nipples to extract her milk. It didn’t hurt but she wasn’t producing any milk. After letting it go a minute she carefully dialed up the suction to where her tits were distended and it was just bordering on painful.

  And then a few drops of milk dribbled out. On the next cycle she shot out twin sprays of milk that were immediately captured by the collection bottles attached to the cones. Ida let out a relieved sigh and smiled. She was happy to see her smile was captured on the video.

  It felt good. Maybe it was because Justine hadn’t nursed in hours and she was too full, but once her milk started flowing it felt incredible good. Maybe not as good as actual sex and maybe not as good as having Thomas’s mouth on her tits, but it felt good. It was better than anything Roger had ever done to her in bed.

  She banished that thought from her head and focused on the feelings in her tits. The milk was running steadily now; the suction from the pump was hardly needed. Her thoughts strayed from her tits to Thomas’s cock—it couldn’t be Roger’s cock, not under these circumstances—and she let herself fantasize about what she wanted to do to him and what she wanted him to do to her.

  It was all too much. Her mind was on autopilot as her hands wandered away from holding the collection cones steady—they were firmly latched on—and she tucked one hand down between her legs. That was more of a distraction than an alleviation. Since she was sitting on the edge of the mattress, she half stood up and yanked her yoga pants down to mid-thigh and leaned back, opening her thighs wide enough to get her hand in between her legs and her fingers up into her pussy.

  That was what she needed. Ida moaned and allowed herself to be herself.

  The orgasm that she gave herself was relaxing and completely satiating. It was exactly what she needed. A busy housewife needed more of this—sex and self-loving—in order to make it through the day.

  She switched off the pumps with some reluctance and detached the suction cones before dropping her shirt back into place over her bare breasts. Ida had just stood up and was in the process of pulling her yoga pants back up and getting them into place when Roger opened the bedroom door and stopped dead in his tracks looking at her with a puzzled expression.

  The only thing Ida was capable of was looking back at him, her eyes wide. She was a deer in the headlights, unable to move or think about how to save herself.

  Roger’s brow furrowed. “What are you doing? Where are the kids?” He stood there expecting an answer. Ida had none. She opened her mouth and no words came out. It was all his fault. He had no right to be home so early it was nearly—her eyes flicked to the bedside alarm clock. It read 5:08pm. Where had the time gone? It was early for Roger to be home, but then she remembered it was Friday and he normally got out of work early on Friday. Normally. Usually.

  “Why are you home so early?” she asked, her mind now functioning. “I haven’t had time to start dinner yet.”

  “Work ends at four on Fridays.”

  “Does it?” she asked and casually took the two steps between the bed and dresser to block his view of her cell phone that was still recording the scene.

  “Yes,” he said, exasperated. “What are you doing with the breast pump?”

  Grateful for a distraction from her immediate concern, she said, “My breasts are making too much milk for Justine. They were sore and full and I needed to get rid of the excess milk. It’s a disgusting mess when they leak.” She folded her arms under her breasts to accentuate their size and her point.

  “If you do that you’re just going to drag out the weaning process
,” he pointed out. Roger wasn’t stupid. Clueless, but not stupid. “You’re going to have to suffer a little pain.”

  No I’m not, Ida thought. Instead of speaking those words she said, “Sometimes it gets to be too much. You try breast feeding and see how you like it.”

  He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He walked around the bed and headed toward the bathroom. “I’m going to shower. When’s dinner?”

  As he started to undress, Ida frowned and said, “When it’s ready.”

  “Make it quick!” he called out as he turned on the water and stepped inside.

  She grabbed her phone from the stand and stopped the recording. Even though Roger was in the shower, she quickly left the room and headed to the kitchen. She didn’t want to risk getting caught and there wasn’t much time, so she only quickly reviewed the recording.

  It wasn’t exactly what she had hoped for, but it was good. She looked like she was enjoying herself and though she had wished to keep her face out of it, her amateur framing was terrible and everything was on display. She didn’t want to be caught with the video on her phone—as unlikely as that was—so she did some quick editing, cutting off the bit at the end after her orgasm and when Roger walked it, and, taking a deep breath, she sent it to Thomas.

  She knew it was a foolish decision, but she was making a lot of foolish decisions lately. Once that was done, she set to work on dinner.

  They were eating dinner when her phone buzzed with a message. It took every bit of restraint in her body to not jump up and check it. She wanted it to be from Thomas but she knew that jumping to check a message in the middle of dinner would be suspicious.

  As it was, Thomas barely noticed the mild audio interruption.

  It was later, much later, when she finally had the opportunity to check the message while washing the dishes.

  Fucking hot!!!

  He used three exclamation points like a teenaged girl.

  It still made her wet.

  Thank you, she texted back.

  What can I do with this?

  The immediate thought that jumped to Ida’s head was that he wanted to jerk off to her little video. The idea was dirty and Ida savored that dirty thought as she stood before the kitchen sink full of dinner dishes ready to be washed away.