U spanked me so hard u bruised me
Sorry.
I kinda like it cuz when I sit down it hurts and that makes me think of you
Ida was taken aback. Was Roger into spanking the girl? Or did “Her” like to get spanked? Both? How hard did she have to get hit in order to bruise?
It was like Roger wasn’t fazed by the picture or the comment. Can I come over to your place tomorrow after work? I’ll tell Ida I’m working late.
U can cum over if you cum over me This was followed by a kissing face, a peach, some water droplets, and the kissing face again. It took Ida a second to recognize the code. Oral sex. “Her’s” ass. Roger’s cum on her face.
After the details were worked out, the texts skipped ahead to a picture sent the next day. It was of “Her’s” face with a man’s cum all over it. Presumably Roger’s cum. Ida gasped and quickly closed the message function.
Ida’s stomach clutched hard and she felt dizzy. Roger had never asked to do that to Ida. Ida didn’t know if she wanted that. The girl was pretty, but Ida didn’t recognize her. And at the same time, her pussy was undeniably wet.
It was easy to find the mother exchange program. A quick online search and there were lots of opportunities. Once every three days she had to watch two other kids for the mommies who were out running errands—or getting fucked. It was more than worth it. And there were far too many moms out there looking for some time away from their kids. Alexandra and Kate were two very lovely women and Ida was more than happy to leave her kids with them for a few hours so she could go off and fuck Thomas when she needed.
“I’m so fucking full,” Ida complained the moment she walked into Thomas’s apartment. It had been too long since she had been properly nursed by Thomas and properly fucked by his cock.
“What have you been doing…” he said slowly as Ida whipped off her shirt and bra to display her huge tits that were obviously swollen and full of milk.
“Doing?” she asked as she walked up to him, curling her hand around the back of his head for a kiss. “I’ve been over-nursing my kid and pumping more than I wanted,” she said, breaking the kiss and pushing his face down to her breasts. It wasn’t subtle. Thomas knew what she wanted. Her milk was already leaking down her body but where he was sucking on her breasts, that was what she was focusing on.
“So sweet,” he mumbled into her flesh.
She wrapped her leg around him, pulling their bodies tightly together. The firmness of his hard cock was easily felt under his pants. She wanted it inside of her…but at the moment, his nursing was enough. Just barely enough.
“Suck me,” she encouraged him, caressing the side of his face as he remained attached to her nipple. “Suck me hard. Fuck that feels good. More.”
Thomas was happy to oblige her. He moved his mouth back and forth between her tits, sucking them evenly, reducing the swelling, letting the milk dribble down her body, rubbing it into her skin. They hadn’t even made it out of the living room as he sucked and undressed her. She wasn’t sure if she was more eager to be nursed or fucked.
“Did you like my video?” she asked, looking for some confirmation of her desirability.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Want me to make another?” she teased him.
“Mmm-hmm!”
She liked his enthusiasm, but was uncertain if she actually wanted to do that for him.
As he suckled on her, much to Ida’s distraction, she slowly undressed him. She needed to feel his skin against hers. It was all raw and visceral. Ida was glad to leave her head and let her body rule for the next few minutes.
By the time he was as naked as her and she was fondling his cock in her hand, he was anxious to fuck her, just as anxious as he had been to nurse from her and just as anxious as she had been to get some relief from her tits.
They had somehow moved to the couch and he was trying to get her in a position where he could easily fuck her.
“No, not here. In the bedroom,” she insisted. If Roger was going to carry on an affair, the least she could get out of hers was to be properly fucked like a lady in a bed, not like some tramp in the supply closet or bathroom at the office. Ida purposely forgot that Roger was fucking his girlfriend in her apartment as well.
As they walked to his bed, Thomas helpfully said, “I got condoms. I know they’re not your favorite but—”
She whirled around on him and laid a finger on his lips, silencing Thomas. “Not needed.”
“Not needed?”
“I’m safe,” she assured him.
“You are?”
“Are you going to ask stupid questions, or are you going to fuck me?” she asked, turning around and going to his bed. Mounting it, she stuck out her ass and arched her back, inviting him into her body. Thomas didn’t ask any questions. He was probably high from drinking her milk and distracted by his lust; both worked to her advantage.
Ida knew she had been lucky. The pregnancy test at the doctor’s office had come out negative. Getting new birth control was easy and she was on her way. The doctor wasn’t anyone’s fool. She had asked Ida if an STI test was a good idea. Ida assured her it wasn’t needed, but left it at that.
It made her wonder how many gynecologists knew that their patients were carrying on active affairs.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said as they guided his cock into her pussy.
She sighed with satisfaction and let him push her forward. Thomas curled his body around hers, letting her support his weight on her arms, slipping his hands around her breasts and finding the nipples. Maybe he pinched a little hard, but she was starting to enjoy the rough treatment of her lover and if she couldn’t fully enjoy herself with him, what was the point of having a lover?
Even as he pinched and played with her nipples while fucking her steadily, Ida leaked a steady dribble of milk onto Thomas’s sheets. They were clean—or had been clean. They were different from the ones she had last seen on the bed. Those were blue, these were striped. He was doing something right to impress her. Still, the milk came and made the sheets wet. She ignored that problem. Either Thomas would toss them in the washer or he’d love rolling around on the sheets she had left her milk on.
The sex was fantastic. He did to her as he pleased and she had no complained. He was rough. She liked rough. He pinched her nipples. She savored the flares of pain. He controlled her. She liked being his submissive.
When he came, he shoved his cock deep into her pussy and groaned deeply.
When she came in response to him, she opened up her pussy and moaned her enjoyment.
They lay together, him spooning around her body, his slowly shrinking cock ever so steadily pulling out of her body when she said, “My husband is having an affair too.”
“What?”
“I wanted you to know,” Ida continued, ignoring Thomas’s shock and surprise. “We’re both cheating on the other.”
Thomas had a moment to think but could only come up with one question to continue the conversation. “Does he…does he know about you…and me?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
“So how do you know about him?”
“I snooped on his phone. I have his passcode.”
“Does he ever look at your phone?”
“I changed my code,” she said. “And he doesn’t know about you and me.”
Thomas breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good.”
“Can you help me figure out who she is?”
Chapter Seven
It wasn’t as crazy a request as it sounded. The reason that Thomas spent so much time at home was because he was a coder for apps. Specifically he helped develop specialized apps for independent restaurants.
“Mostly it’s repetitive stuff of the same variety. Marketing. Advertising. Announcements Menus. We call it the ‘Yes Ma’am’ app internally.”
“So like Grub Hub?”
Thomas made a face. “Nothing so downscale. Most of our clients run higher end restaurants and want
to be seen like they are doing so well that they have their own app, but in reality, every restaurant with its own app is probably ours, just with a different skin on the face.”
That had been a very boring and very short conversation between Thomas and Ida. But it was enough to give her an idea.
“You want me to dox your husband’s girlfriend? Me? The guy you’re fucking.” He carefully avoided using the word boyfriend. Neither of them wanted to broach that subject.
“Yeah.”
“What makes you think I can do that?”
“You’re smart. You work with phone apps. There must be some way to do it.”
Thomas sighed and rubbed his face. “Yeah. Maybe if I had his phone right here in front of me.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Then it’s impossible.”
“Come on,” she begged. “You must be able to do something. Cops and the FBI hack phones all the time.”
“Yeah, and I’m not a cop nor do I work with the FBI. Plus, you’re now crossing over into illegal activities rather than just unethical.”
Ida pulled back a bit from Thomas, though she loved the feel of his bare skin against her naked body. Sitting up slightly, she cupped her hands under her breasts. They felt a little lighter because he had drained all the milk from them. That didn’t make them any less attractive or desirable to him. “I’ll make you another video,” she promised him as she circled her thumbs around her nipples. “I’ll let you have these tits and my milk anytime you want.” He already had that—almost. But the implication was clear.
Thomas never would have thought that he would be in a position like this.
He shook his head and covered his eyes with his hand so he didn’t have to see Ida all but throwing herself at him. “You can’t get me his phone, can you?”
Ida shook her head even though Thomas couldn’t see her. “No. Impossible.”
“Okay…what can you get me off his phone?”
She thought a moment. “A copy of his text conversations with her and her info out of his contact list.”
“Okay. Now we’re getting somewhere.”
At home that night, Ida again waited until Roger was asleep before sneaking out of bed and, following the instructions from Thomas, copied the entirety of the conversation between Roger and “Her” along with her contact information and other small bits out of Roger’s phone. As much as she wanted to, she avoided reading the conversation between Roger and “Her”, but she did send a copy of it to her phone as well.
It was stupid, she knew, but she couldn’t help herself.
Ida waited as long as she could and was partly helped by her busy schedule taking care of the kids plus the two visitors for the day, but when everyone was finally down for a nap, Ida opened her phone to the copy of the conversation between Roger and “Her”. She skipped over the part she had already read and picked up from the picture of “Her” covered with Roger’s cum.
Dont I look pretty?
Ida rolled her eyes at both the question and the picture. The girl was trying too hard. It took Ida a moment to figure out the staging of the picture but it looked like “Her” had taken it as a selfie, probably right after Roger shot his load all over his face. He must have seen her taking the picture, but then acted like he had never seen it before.
That’s hot. Very hot. You’re pretty.
Roger was still terrible at flirting. It made Ida wonder how the hell he managed to find a young girl to fuck him. She came to the quick conclusion that “Her” must have pursued Roger for some unknown reason.
I cant wait for u to fuck me again
We’ll have to figure out a time.
I can suck u off in your car in the parking lot tonite if u want
That’s probably not a good idea.
When then?
When I can get away from my wife.
Ida frowned at that and noted the next series of texts picked up the following day.
Send me a dick pic
Ida found her eyes rolling again. What type of floozy actually asked for a dick pic? Apparently “Her” did.
Not now. Later.
But I want it now
If I cant have it now can I at least have a pic?
You know this is stupid and we shouldn’t do it.
At least Roger had some common sense.
“Her’s” reply to Roger’s reasonableness was a picture of her tits squeezed together to create the illusion of an unnatural amount of cleavage. Judging by the background it was taken in a bathroom at Roger’s office. Ida immediately judged “Her’s” body: too thin, breasts too small, and her arms looked too thin as well. Anything that made Ida feel superior to the woman who was fucking her husband.
How about these?
Do u want me to suck u off now?
You can’t act like this. We’ll have to work out details.
What followed was a long back and forth of times and availabilities. To Ida’s eyes, it looked like “Her” was willing to fuck Roger anytime, anywhere. Roger was a bit more circumspect about his choices.
They wound up finding a time that worked for them both, hopefully when “Her’s” roommate wouldn’t be home.
Do u know why I want us 2B alone?
Ida could practically hear Roger’s sigh.
Why?
I want u to fuck my ass.
Ida found she couldn’t scroll down any further. She was stuck on that last statement from “Her”. It was a good place for her to stop reading. Justine was stirring from her nap and wanted Ida’s attention.
She was glad for the distraction.
I’ve got what you want.
It had only taken Thomas a day to get back to Ida on her rival’s information. Ida didn’t know why it was so important that she know who Roger was fucking, but she had to know.
Well? Tell me!
Payment first, Thomas demanded.
It was that golden hour when the children were occupied and Roger wasn’t home yet, but she didn’t have time to make a full video for Thomas. Instead she just set the phone on the shelf while she quickly opened up her shirt and then slowly, luxuriously, tugged her bra up over her tits. It took several tugs and she made it look more difficult than it actually was, but eventually her tits slipped free of her bra and bounced down. The video was fifteen seconds long and didn’t show anything but her tits. Without giving it too much thought, she sent it to Thomas.
Nice. I’ll consider this a down payment.
Her name is Betty.
What else?
More when I get my video.
No. I want it now!
She knew she was being unreasonable in her demand, but she couldn’t help herself.
That wasn’t the deal.
Besides, you don’t want this in a text.
I’ll tell you in person. Tomorrow. Usual time?
Ida sighed.
Yes.
Send the video first.
Between her quickie video, and making dinner, and watching the kids, and doing some vague attempt at cleaning the house, Ida received yet another text on her phone. She had turned off the audio alert because she didn’t want to risk the possibility of Roger inquiring about a random text from Thomas. But she kept it on vibrate and happened to catch the alert.
Have to work late tonight. I’ll be home by 8.
Roger. Was he actually working late? Maybe. A week ago she wouldn’t have questioned it, but now it seemed more likely he was fucking his girlfriend. Maybe even fucking her in the ass. She seemed to like that. Or at least was interested in that. Or maybe Roger had been fucking all sorts of women since Ida had started dating him ten years ago.
No. That was ungenerous to say the least. And probably demonstrably untrue. Ida had gone through all his contacts and they were all people she knew or were work related or were relatives. Unless Roger was using a bland name for other lovers. But then that wouldn’t explain the delightfully obvious codename “Her” for “Her.” No. Not “He
r”. Betty. The slut had a name and her name was Betty.
It made Ida wonder if she was a slut.
Answer: Yes.
It made Ida wonder how she was saved in Thomas’s phone.
Answer: Slut.
It made Ida wonder why she was doing this.
Answer: Sex.
It made Ida wonder how it would end.
Answer: Badly.
It made Ida wonder why Thomas was so obsessed with her milk.
Answer: …Ida didn’t have an answer to that.
But she was willing to find out.
She fed the kids and herself, making sure to drink plenty of water with dinner. If Thomas had an obsession with breast milk, and—hopefully—specifically her breast milk, she’d be happy to indulge him in the kink. The most important ingredient to milk was water.
Plunking the kids down in front of the living room television, she told them she’d be busy for a few minutes and then it would be bath time. The bedroom door didn’t lock, but she shoved the heavy chair full of clothes she was too tired to hang up in the closet in front of it to give her time in case the kids came barging in.
The tripod cell phone stand came in handy again. Ida wasn’t sure how sexy she needed the video to be and she wasn’t exactly in the mood to tease and play games for Thomas. Instead she got right to business and sat down on the side of the bed facing the camera, her top already off, her hands cupping her breasts, lifting them slightly, offering them to the viewer.
“Just for you,” she said, her thumbs circling her nipples. It felt good. She didn’t need to squeeze her breasts hard at all in order to make some milk dribble out. It flowed down her breasts and dripped onto her lap. She had opted to remove her pants and was sitting in only her underwear.
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