The Green Bush Erotica Collection Volume 22

Sugarman’s Milk-6

“Uhh…sure, if that’s what you want.”

Robin decided to ignore the questioning tone of his answer. She wanted to have s*x with Grant again—and maybe something more. Reasoning that Nate was much like any man, he’d be happy to f**k Jennie and watch his wife. Men were simple—unlike women—in their sexuality. Once they started she was positive he’d set aside any apprehension about swinging.

“It’s what I want,” she said confidently. “Don’t you want to see me have s*x with Jennie?” she asked pretending innocence.

It was next to impossible for Nate to admit that watching two women was a perfect fantasy for him; just voicing it wasn’t possible at the moment. The only real problem he had was knowing that his wife would be one of the temporary lesbians. He knew he was being ridiculously possessive of her, but in his head that didn’t matter in the least.

“You’d do that for me?” he asked, trying to sidestep the issue of his fantasies.

“I’m doing it for me,” Robin said boldly, asserting her own sexuality. “But I’m happy to let you watch.”

“I can do that,” Nate admitted as her hand wrapped around his soft c**k. She wasn’t trying to make him hard again. She just wanted him to know she still loved him.

Instead of going out to a nice restaurant or even simple drinks before their play date, the quartet went to, of all places, the exotic food festival at the Egg. It was still too early in the season for any outdoor activities but the Egg and attached convention center was large enough to handle the crowds that came for the treats. It was Jennie’s idea and Robin happily went along with it. Grant was neutral on the issue, but didn’t object to the large amounts of strange and new foods that were freely offered. It was Nate who was most uncomfortable with the choice of activity. While the food didn’t bother him, it was the crowd that made him uncomfortable.

At one point while Grant was grazing among the specialty citrus fruits, he noticed that the women were chatted animatedly with the vendor behind the table, but Nate was nowhere to be seen. After pointing this out to Robin, they did a quick search of the immediate area to no avail. She pulled out her cell phone and called her husband. It took several tries before he answered—the signal being blocked by the thick cement walls that made up the Empire State Plaza—and he revealed he was out on the main concourse.

“What’s he doing out there?” Grant asked as between swallows of fruit from the small plastic bowl he had taken from the table.

Robin sighed and rolled her eyes. “He doesn’t like crowds.”

Jennie looked around the convention center as they made their way up the stairs. “It’s not that crowded here. There’s plenty of space to move around,” she said as the slowly moved around the milling people.

“Yeah, well, it’s not that crowded but,” she then abruptly lowered her voice as if anyone in the crowd would be paying attention to their conversation. “He has social anxiety disorder.”

Grant smirked, unable to help himself. “That’s sad.”

Jennie rebuked him. “Don’t be smart.”

He held up his hands in protest. “I was just pointing out the acronym. Social anxiety disorder is just S-A-D, sad.”

Jennie rolled her eyes. “Very funny. Ha ha. You’re a wit of the highest order. Keep your mouth shut when we find him.”

“Right,” Grant agreed, his lips still curled into a permanent smile.

As soon as they reached the top of the stairs, Robin practically bolted through the double doors heading directly for the concourse. The Sugarmans picked up their pace, trying to keep up with her.

It turned out that Nate wasn’t far from the convention center entrance. The main concourse was wider than a city street and only a few people were wandering through it. As Jennie and Grant rounded the corner they saw Nate and Robin hugging. Everything seemed to be normal.

“Ready to go?” Nate asked when they walked up. He affected an air of a person bored with the afternoon’s activities, but when Grant looked in his eyes he saw the other man’s enlarged pupils and a faint line of perspiration along his hairline. Nate might not have been scared, but he was showing all the classic signs of anxiety. That caught Grant flat-footed. At first he had been certain the Nate was merely pretending there was a problem to get away from what he thought was boring. Now Grant saw Nate was truly upset by the press of people around them.

“Yeah,” Grant declared a little loudly. “Let’s walk back to the hotel. It’s not that cold outside.”

The two couples had parked their cars in the garage under the nicer downtown hotel before they officially checked in. It made attending the festival that much easier. Hand in hand, the two couples walked out into the blustery early spring weather. Grant and Jennie led the way and he dipped his head down to his wife for a bit of private conversation as they walked along the city streets. “I think he was going to flip out if we didn’t leave right away,” he confided in his wife.

Jennie frowned doubtfully. “Really? I think he was just bored.”

Grant shook his head. “Nope. That wasn’t a man exasperated with his wife taking too much time out of his life. But don’t worry, once you take off your clothes he’ll forget all about his anxiety.”

She gently slugged him in the arm. “Rude!”

“You can’t wait for his big c**k, can you?”

Despite her feigned annoyance, Jennie nearly giggled. “I can wait as long as necessary.”

Upstairs in the privacy of the hotel room, away from the crowd in the convention center and the people on the street, Nate visibly relaxed. “Sorry about that,” he apologized.

“How long have you had it?” Jennie asked.

Nate shrugged, “Probably forever. It came out when I was in college.” He laughed derisively at himself. “I actually had to transfer out of the University of Buffalo because there were too many people there, too many students.”

“Which was fine,” interjected Robin. “Otherwise we wouldn’t have met.”

Jennie nodded along, understanding, as Grant moved to the windows and opened the curtains wide. The late afternoon light was coming in almost at a straight angle. They were high enough up in the hotel to get a view of the city and the Hudson River. “Pretty,” he commented.

“Yeah, yeah,” Robin said. She hadn’t been interacting with the group because she was silently worried the Sugarmans would judge her husband for what she considered a mild mental disorder. She was relieved they didn’t really seem to care. “We came here for the view.”

“Is anyone still hungry…or thirsty?” Jennie asked. She had already hung up her coat in the closet and was fiddling with the buttons at the top of her dress. Nate grinned at her. “Or did we all eat too much at the festival?”

“I didn’t eat too much,” Nate said. He had hardly eaten anything because of his anxiety.

“Good,” said Jennie as she opened up her dress, exposing her lacy but still practical bra. “It’s early, but I feel pretty full. Care for a taste?” She shimmied out of her dress, dropping it to the floor, leaving her in just bra, panties and stockings.

Grant sat down on the edge of one of the beds with a grin on his face. Robin sat next to him, rested a hand on his thigh, and watched the scene play out between their spouses. Nate stepped up to Jennie, ignored the other people in the room, and kissed Jennie in front of his wife.

Robin felt a little quiver in her p***y. It was wrong what they were doing, but it felt so right. Grant had seen the same scene a dozen other times with his wife, but it was always still exciting. It was made even more exciting by Robin’s hand creeping up his thigh.

Jennie and Nate kissed and slowly made their way to the other bed, lying down on it together. Nate proved to be a bit incompetent at unhooking her bra, so Jennie gave him a little assistance, slipping it free of her shoulders and tossing it over to Grant. Her aim was off and it landed on Robin’s lap. Jennie didn’t notice; her eyes were already closed because Nate and fallen onto her breast and was sucking eagerly at her n****e.

Robin rested her other hand on Jennie’s bra, feeling the warmth of the material, and wishing she was nursing at Jennie’s breast alongside her husband. In order to distract herself, Robin turned Grant’s head and kissed him. His tongue explored her mouth but she pulled back too soon. “I want to do what he’s doing,” she whispered in Grant’s ear.

Grant reached for the buttons on her blouse, but she pushed his hands away. “No, I want to be with your wife.”

“Give them a minute,” he told her softly as Nate sucked loudly on Jennie’s tit while his hand slipped down into Robin’s panties. He didn’t reach her p***y immediately, he just rested his fingers on her pubic curls, but he could feel her heat rising from her s*x. He wanted to make this last as long as possible.

Jennie wasn’t simply lying back and letting Grant use her. She kept her hands busy, slowly removing Nate’s clothing. Once his pants were off it was easy to feel his hard c**k through his boxers. It was difficult to concentrate because of the familiar let-down sensation of her milk flowing easily, steadily. She was enjoying the treatment but forced her eyes open to see her husband intimately caressing Robin. “I don’t think he’s going to leave any for you,” she said to him.

Grant just smiled. “You’ll have more for me later,” he said and she nodded, closing her eyes. Grant then pushed Robin up to her feet, tugging down her skirt in the process. Knowing what he wanted to see, Robin quickly unbuttoned her blouse and let him admire her half-naked body. She started to sit back down next to him, but Grant pushed her back and inclined his head, indicating she should join her husband and Jennie.

Neither of the busy couple acknowledged her as the bed moved slightly under her weight, but the moment Robin’s lips met Jennie’s n****e, the older woman rolled to her back to allow both halves of the married couple to nurse from her simultaneously. She curled her hands behind their heads and turned her own head to look at her husband. He was slowly removing his clothes, grinning happily, watching his wife being used. She silently mouthed to him I love you and then closed her eyes again.

Both the Tellers were exploring her body with their hands. Together the married couple worked her panties off her hips. Once they were off and tossed to the floor, Robin found her shyness coming back, but that was missed by the other two because Nate put his hand to Jennie’s p***y when she opened up her legs. Robin let go of Jennie’s breast and moved off the bed. She decided to be helpful and pulled down Nate’s boxers, kissing the side of his hard c**k and he moved on top of Jennie. Not wanting to be a third wheel, she went back to Grant’s bed.

He was naked and under the covers. Seeing that she stopped short, glanced at Jennie and Nate moaning softly as he f****d her, looked at Grant watching his wife get f****d and opted to shed her bra and panties before slipping into bed, pressing her body next to his. “Want to get lucky, big fella?” she teased, moving her hand to his semi-hard c**k.

“Umm…sure. Would you like to watch them first?”