“Come closer, my mischievous milkmaid. It’s time for your morning milking.”
“Don’t call me your milkmaid, call me your hucow,” Aurora growls as she steps forward and drops down to her knees in front of my throbbing erection. “Say it, cowboy. Tell me I’m your lusty hucow.”
“No. No, no, no. You can’t tempt me so easily,” I say swinging my hips from side to side, wagging my erection in front of her lips. “If I speak those dirty, dirty words, we both know I’m gonna shoot my load all the way clear to the other side of this room. And neither of us wants that.”
I wink.
My wife purses her lips and winks back at me.
“You’re right about that. I don’t want another one of your creamy loads splattering the shower floor, walls and ceiling. God knows I don’t want to have to clean up that mess again. I want—I want to make sure your cream lands somewhere—safe.”
Aurora parts her moist lips and thrusts her head forward taking the full length of my shaft inside her mouth then throat in one forceful swallow. The slick inner curves of her cheeks and the vibrating undulations of her throat envelop my rod with intense heat and suction.
“Oh, yes, yes, my love,” I press my palm hard to my forehead, my eyes clenching tight with the agony of my pleasure. “I love the way you milk me. Please cowgirl— milk my cock. Milk my cock of its creamy load.”
She sucks hard then without warning, jerks her head back and allows my length to fall away from her lips.
“Lay down on your back, right here on the shower floor,” she cups my balls in the palm of one hand and bounces them playfully as she issues her command. She’s torturing me, making me feel the painful, yet pleasurable stretch in my balls as they tumble over her fingers and land with a thud onto her soft palm.
Too desperate for release to argue with her, I lower my body onto the shower floor. Sprays of water splash against my cheeks and into my eyes as the wet room’s twin water jets cover my body with their warm fluid.
I slam my eyes shut to protect them from the relentless hard sprays of liquid. Then I feel my head spin. One of my wife’s soft, smooth hands is wrapping itself around the length of my cock and pumping. She’s sliding her fingers up and down and pressing the base of her palm into my sensitive flesh. Her expert handling of my shaft has my head dizzy with pleasure and my cock growing as hard and long as I think it’s ever stretched.
I buck my hips upward in excitement.
“Hold your horses cowboy,” my wife teases as she relinquishes her firm grip on my shaft and moves her hand to the top of my cockhead, brushing her palm swiftly over its sensitive tip.
My cock jumps.
“Don’t you dare blow your load, stud.”
My balls tighten as her palm makes another quick pass over the already leaking head of my cock.
“Your cowgirl wants to ride.”
I tighten my thigh muscles trying my best not to spurt before she climbs on top of me. I know it’s a risky move, but I force my eyes open, not wanting to miss the view of what’s about to happen next.
Aurora juts her hips forward and reaches down to rub one finger over the glistening wet surface of her clit for my viewing pleasure.
“I want to ride my stallion – hard,” she cries out.
“Yes, ride me hard,” I lift my head from the shower floor and wail, eager to place my future pleasure in the more than capable hands of my hot and horny wife.
“Milk your stud’s cock – ride your stallion hard and unprotected!” I scream.
Chapter 9
Hard and unprotected?
Damn it, why does my husband keep cracking jokes and screaming cheesy stuff like this during sex?
He was never this goofy when he was my doctor. But now that he’s my man, he’s all smiles, giggles and laughs – even when we’re making love.
Less than a second ago I was hot and bothered and eager to slam my already clenched and dripping wet pussy onto his hard, thick shaft.
Now all I want to do is tumble down onto his chiseled chest, give him a big bear hug, and kiss his neck softly as I laugh into the angled lines of his powerful jaw.
I feel the corners of my lips tug up into a playful grin.
No – Don’t you laugh. Don’t you dare give him the satisfaction of crackling a smile.
I suspect my husband just said something funny to distract me. He was about to blow his load, and instead of admitting it, his subconscious mind tried to stop me from slamming down onto his cock by making me burst into a fit of laughter.
And while the current non-horny state of my va-jay-jay isn’t really his fault – he was just having fun with his wife– his funny statement dampened my sex drive – and not in a good way. My clit is now softer than a fluffy pillow. And it’s going to take plenty of naughty action to get me horny again and win me my first orgasm of the morning.
Yep, giving in to some extra naughty fun is exactly what I need to get me off.
“Don’t hold back buckaroo,” I give myself over to barking out silly commands while I lightly scrape the tips of my fingernails down the front of Kale’s chest. If my husband’s going to insist on saying funny things during sex, I need to get my body used to climaxing to the tune of pure goofiness.
“C’mon cowpoke, give your cowgirl a big helping of hot creamy cum.”
I twist the corners of my lips into a mischievous smirk, and wink as I reach back and hold my husband’s cock steady with my hand. 1 – 2—3, bounce. I spring my body up into the air and slam my pussy down hard on Kale’s cock. My inner walls stretch to accept his girth and I feel my clit tingle and throb as my arousal returns.
“Yes…”
His throat releases a guttural groan and I know I’ve got him ready to burst. A few more bounces is all it will take for him to explode and coat my womb with his massive creamy load.
I spread my thighs wider to allow more of his length to slip inside my tight channel. Then eager to delight in even more pleasure, I reach my fingers down to rub pure bliss into my needy clit while gyrating my hips and grinding hard on my husband’s pelvis.
Kale’s cock trembles and jerks inside my pussy, but he doesn’t release his load. He’s squinting because the shower water is splashing him in the face. But even through his narrowed vision, his determination not to climax too quickly shines through his dark, deep set brown eyes.
My heart quivers inside my chest and my clit jumps up firm and tight against my finger.
Wow. I’m impressed.
I’m overcome with both love and lust for my husband. He’s denying himself his pleasure. He’s torturing his body by holding back a raging river of seed. And he’s doing it all for me – so I can enjoy the ecstasy of climax first.
This isn’t the first time he’s put me first. But, I suppose it’s the first time I’ve allowed myself to notice his sacrifice and his powerful desire to please me. This is also the first time I’ve allowed myself to give my body and heart fully to my husband while letting go of the reservation, judgment and shame I’ve harbored about my lustful desire for him.
For a long time, a secret part of me thought wanting my husband was wrong. I thought I was a bad person for feeling powerful hunger for his body. So, I held both my love and my lust for him back, afraid of my propensity to lose all control of both my physical and mental faculties whenever I was near him.
But, what’s so wrong about a woman loving her husband so much that she’s willing to do whatever it takes to please both herself and him? Nothing. There’s nothing wrong with giving the man you love your all – and now I know it. I know that loving my husband feels good – and I want to keep feeling this good for the rest of my life.
I truly love him. I love the strong, willful man who always does such a wonderful job of pleasing me and making sure I’m taken care of in every way that matters. And for the first time since we married over a year ago, I will tell him so.
“I love you Kale.”
I’m moved to say the words out loud fo
r the first time while I ride his cock and my pussy’s tight inner walls spasm and convulse around him in ecstasy.
I bend forward enhancing my bliss. With exhilaration, I shake my full and milky bosom over his chest. The climax of my passion has stimulated my breasts – my milk has begun to flow. Delighting in the knowledge that I’ve overcome all of my past reservations about loving my husband, I flip my long brown mane forward and howl in a fit of ecstasy as I feel beads of warm creamy milk form at the tips of both nipples.
With my clit still pulsing in pleasure and my heart full of gratitude for our loving union, I take one soft pillowy breast in hand and squeeze. I slide my thumb toward my nipple. Then I squeeze again until I’m expressing a warm spray of my milk onto my husband’s chiseled chest and into his wide-open mouth.
“Umm, mmmm…” he moans while swallowing a mouthful of breast milk and shower water.
As he swallows his body jerks. With the force of an exploding volcano, Kale’s cream shoots up inside me in powerful long bursts, and I cry out with joy secure in the knowledge that I’ll never want for love or sexual pleasure again. My surprisingly funny and always strong husband has got my back—and my front and every other part of me that might ever need pleasing with a loving and powerful sexual release.
Chapter 10
She loves me.
My grin spreads so widely across my face that my cheeks burn.
My wife just told me she loves me.
Every muscle in my body tenses then relaxes into pure bliss as my balls tighten and another spray of thick seed shoots up inside my wife’s still convulsing pussy.
This is heaven, lying beneath my wife with our two bodies joined together in pleasure.
After we’re finished here, I’ll have to remind myself to thank her again for helping to create the topical hormone that both increases male fertility and makes men multi-orgasmic.
“Lay down, my love,” I whisper and she complies.
Her still overfull breasts crash down like twin pillows on my chest as she falls forward.
She yelps in pain as her soft, sensitive bosom makes contact with the hard, unyielding rock of my chest. She opens her mouth in a gasp and a faint cry escapes her lips. I place my mouth over hers to collect it.
We kiss. I suck the tip of her tongue then she sucks mine. Our lips peck lightly then press together hard, grinding against each other in a fitful dance of love.
I slip my tongue over hers one last time before I break our kiss and I reach my arm securely around her back. With gentle strength, I flip our bodies over so that she’s lying with her back flat on the shower floor and I’m hovering just inches above her.
“I love you Kale.”
She speaks her heavenly words again. By telling me she loves me, she’s made my wildest fantasy come true. Now it’s my turn to do the same for her.
I pause for a moment to gaze into her eyes before I dare move. Emotion is sparkling across her beautiful features. Her face is bright with the brilliant glow of her love, admiration and desire for me.
I’m a happy man. My wife loves me.
Now is my chance to demonstrate to her, just how much her revelation of love has filled my soul. I love my wife and I would do anything – anything to make her happy.
With my heart thrumming against my ribs and its pulse humming its tune of desire into every muscle of my body, I thrust my neck forward. A man fueled by unstoppable desire, I capture my wife’s full pink lips in another kiss. I drive my tongue forward, gently separating her lips. Once inside her warm hole, I twirl the tip of my firm muscle against her slick inner walls, causing her moan her pleasure into my mouth.
She rips her lips away from mine.
“Milk me. Please milk me, my love.”
“You’re mine – all mine,” I reply, tipping her chin up with one swift flick of my finger. “Know this Aurora – I claim your delicious bounty as mine, and mine alone. I claim all of you to love, to keep safe, to cherish – and to pleasure for every day of the rest of our lives.”
Eager to pleasure her in every way she desires, I kiss my way across the soft angle of her jaw and down the smooth curve of her neck. I increase the frequency and intensity of my kissing as I reach the silken pillows of her breasts.
My cock twitches with desire as I gaze closely at her natural beauty. I open my mouth widely and wrap my hungry lips around one of her hard, peaked nipples.
I suck.
I suck then swipe my tongue from side to side along the underside of her rippled bud.
“I love you,” my wife cries out, her voice full of the strength of her passion.
Overcome with the power of my love and desire for her, I plunge my head down deeper on her breast and suck. She cries out her pleasure as her chest muscles twitch in ecstasy.
Then it happens. Her milk starts to flow. I gulp hard as I suck and empty her breast of its sweet bounty. I suck and then swallow and suck some more until I drink down every drop of her sweet cream.
Then I focus my attention on her other tit. I begin by sweeping my tongue underneath her tight pebbled nipple and licking it. Then I slide my tongue up to flick the tip of the sensitive little bud.
I tease her with more flicking before finally plunging my head down, taking her hard nipple inside my mouth and drinking from it. I squeeze and suck, feeling a warm spray of her milk hit the back of my throat.
I swallow. I drink her down until my belly is full with her delicious bounty.
“Aloha no au ia 'oe,” Aurora says softly in my native tongue then takes a deep breath, stretches her arms at her sides and sighs.
“I truly love you too,” I moan, repeating the sentiment in her mother language.
Enraptured with the beautiful woman lying beneath me, I lift my head up to kiss the soft angle of her jaw as I whisper words of love into her ear.
“E hoomau maua kealoha.”
“May our love last forever,” she responds in kind.
Bonus Chapter
(Warning! Hot Cream Below)
For a voyeur, Aurora isn’t very good at hiding her secrets or her secret reading material.
Although I’m sure she’d prefer that I didn’t know about it, my wife frequently reads stories of a scandalous nature. And while she’s partial to lactation reads, her favorite tales always involve one specific sex act – creampie cleanup.
She reads her tales of handsome heroes who lick their lusty ladies clean while she empties her breasts of milk every day. And she has plenty of time to read now that she refuses to use a virtual reality milking machine and insists on using a less efficient ancient earth-style breast pump instead.
Her smile shines so bright and adorable while she’s reading. And her face brightens in a particularly special way whenever she gets to the naughty part of her story where the hero curls his tongue and dips it inside his heroine’s fragrant folds, scooping up his own sticky cum and swallowing it down eagerly and with abandon.
I’ve read several of the secret books she has stashed away on her e-reader. The contents of those poorly hidden stories have helped me to gain better insight into my wife’s deepest sexual desires. Based on her choice of reading material, my lady’s ultimate fantasy would be for me to fill her full up with my seed and then get down on my hands and knees and lick her most private parts clean with the flat my tongue.
Although I’ve stuffed Aurora full with plenty of creampies over the past year – even while she was pregnant – especially while she was pregnant – I’ve never cleaned her up with my tongue afterward.
I want to please my wife. No, not want, I fully intend to please my wife. But, I don’t know if eating my own semen from the sopping wet folds of her pussy is something I’m capable of doing.
Although it’s something I’ll admit I’ve fantasized about. The reality of what I’m about to do is so much more—fragrant than I ever anticipated it would be. My lips are hovering over Aurora’s nipples now, and even from way up here, I can scent the overpowering fragrance of my own
sexual emissions. Their strong odor is wafting up towards my nose, inharmoniously mixing with the musky floral notes of my wife’s sweet arousal.
I’m a physician and I’m accustomed to the powerful odors of bodily fluids. And while the ripe perfume of Aurora’s fluids call to my lips and tongue to taste them, my own body’s too-manly smell is far too intense. It’s scent is overwhelming to even my medically trained nostrils.
A thought pops to the front of my mind from a portion of my brain I haven’t bothered to access in years. ‘Hold your breath!’ It screams.
Maybe I can do this – and even enjoy it – if I just hold my breath. That’s it. I’ll hold my breath. The juvenile part of my brain takes control and suddenly holding my breath for the next several minutes while I eat my cream out of my wife’s pussy seems like a workable – and medically viable – plan.
My beautiful wife is lying beneath me here on the warm wet-room floor. The twin jet showerheads are still raining water down from above us, covering our bodies in their forceful spray of hot liquid.
The insistent pounding of raindrops on my taught skin suddenly has me skittish. The relentless drumming pushes me into sensory overload. I gasp for breath.
“Shower jets off, steam jets on!” I practically shout before my heart jerks forward then upward so forcefully that it completely jams itself into my voice box rendering me momentarily mute.
My neck muscles tighten then relax almost reflexively as the shower’s hard downpour transforms into the soft warm comfort of a steamy mist. And yet, my heart still thumps.
I swallow hard. With my heart now banging against the bone cage of my chest, I steel my nerves in preparation for what I am about to do next.
‘Just slide your tongue in. Just slip your lips right over her semen stuffed pussy and push your tongue inside. It will taste good. I promise.’ My brain assures me, and I lose all confidence in my mind’s ability to communicate honestly.
I lower my head and press my lips against the top of Aurora’s soft belly. Trailing kisses downward, I stop for only a second to take a quick lap at her belly button. I dip my tongue inside the cozy hole – and lick. Then I slurp up the tiny pool of shower water that has collected inside the seldom loved hole.
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