The Milk Lovers

Chapter 2

Part One

Chapter One

“Let me taste your milk,” Gil said to his girlfriend.

Marissa rolled her eyes at him. “Really? Now?”

“Why not?”

She pulled her bra into place over her large breasts. “Because we just had s*x and I just got dressed and I’m not getting these girls back out again just for you to have a taste.”

“Don’t you wear nursing bras?” he asked.

It was all she could do—an adult woman—not to roll her eyes again. “I used to. Now I just wear pads inside my normal bras. What is it with you and Ty?”

Gil winced at the mention of Marissa’s husband. “What about him?”

“You’re both obsessed with my tits.”

“Well, they’re nice and big. That’s reason enough for an obsession.”

“We’ve been doing this for a year and now you want to taste my milk?” she asked him. “You’ll have to wait for next time.” She pulled her skirt in to place and finished dressing while Gil watched her from the bed. Their affair had been going on for over a year. At first she had been nervous about them using his company’s guest apartment maintained to save money on hotel rooms when bringing in staff from out of state offices, but it had gone fine for months now, not an incident. She thought of it as her little home away from home where she came just to have s*x.

“One last throw before you leave?” he asked her, hopefully.

She looked down at his limp c**k. “I don’t think you’re up to it. You’ll have to wait for next time. Or if you’re really still horny, go f**k your wife.”

That made Gil groan and roll over. “Don’t remind me of her.”

Marissa sadly shook her head at her occasional lover. “Why not. Ty knows about us. You should really tell her what you like in bed. It’ll make your marriage happier.”

“I still don’t believe that you tell your husband everything about us,” he said, challenging her assertion.

“Why not?”

“It seems wrong.”

“It’s honest. And if you don’t believe me, I can just bring Ty along with me next time. We can have a nice three-way.”

Gil vehemently shook his head back and forth. “Ah. No. Nope. I’m not opposed to three-ways, but those should only involve a man and two women, which only seems natural.”

That made Marissa laugh as she slipped on her shoes. “You have such backwards beliefs. You want a three-way, but you don’t want it to involve your wife or another man.” Gil pulled a pillow over his face. “You like to get kinky in bed, and you expect me to sit on your face, but you don’t want to ask your wife to put a finger up your ass—”

“Hey!” he protested, sitting up and tossing the pillow aside.

She ignored him and continued. “—while you get a blowjob.” She shook her head. “I was going to get you a special present for your birthday, but I’m having second thoughts about that.”

“What present?” he asked, suddenly interested in what she was saying.

“And now you want to taste my milk. That’s something I’ve always saved for Ty.” She sighed. “I like f*****g you, Gil, but the baggage that comes with it…it’s almost too much.”

The shocked look on his face pleased her more than she wanted to admit to herself. “You’re not ending this, are you?”

With a sigh Marissa said, “No. I should, but no. The next time you call me, you’d better bring something special to the table.”

Ty arrived home late that evening. Marissa had already put their four-year-old son to bed and was waiting for him in their bedroom. “You’re late,” she pointed out when he walked in.

“Every time someone gets investigate, I have to speak to the media over how we can’t say anything,” he reminded her. “The exciting life of a mid-level government spokesperson.”

“Yeah. Great.” She pulled down the straps to her nightgown, exposing her t**s. “Right now I’m full and it hurts. You know what to do.”

“Can I get undressed first?” he asked. His tie was already loosened, having done so on the drive home. He started taking off his clothes.

“I don’t care if you’re naked or not. If you want me to keep lactating, you need to get over here now,” Marissa demanded.

Hurriedly, Ty threw off his clothes and climbed into bed next to his wife. He had kept on his socks and underwear, making him feel like a 1950s suburban husband. Pushing that thought aside he latched his lips onto his wife’s fat n****e and started sucking. Almost immediately her milk let down and he was rewarded with a mouthful of warm, sweet milk. A little sigh of relief escaped her lips. He could sense that her other breast started leaking milk but there was little he could do about that. Marissa grabbed a cloth from the side of the bed and pressed it to her dribbling n****e.

Once they were settled he earnestly started nursing from her, sucking down the milk as quickly as she could produce it, while she cuddled his body to hers. Their routine was so established that shortly after he started nursing, Ty’s c**k got hard and he pressed it against her thigh. He took her hand and led it to his crotch.

“I’m not interested in s*x tonight,” she told him.

That caused Ty to break his latch. “Why not?” he asked, disappointed. He had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts and emotions, he hadn’t stopped to consider hers. “Oh, did you f**k Gil today?”

“Yes,” she told him with a touch of pride in her voice. “I let his big c**k into my pussy.” She stroked his erection through his boxers. “Jealous?”

“Always. I’ll never be able to measure up to what you need.” He lowered his head and switched breasts, moving the absorbent cloth from one n****e to the other.

Though Ty was perfectly average in c**k size, years ago Marissa had told her then husband-to-be that she loved f*****g large c***s. Vibrators and dildos came in all sizes, but he only had one c**k. Since it was attached to the man she loved, that was good enough, but she also warned him that she would need outside attention. That was fine with Ty; he had affairs of his own to attend to.

“He’s so annoying,” Marissa told her husband. Long ago she had given up worrying about Ty getting upset with her comparing him to her lovers. “He’s got a big c**k and he’s great in bed, but he won’t tell his wife what he wants or what he’s been doing.”

Ty took a quick break in the steady suck and swallow that was the entirety of nursing from his still-lactating wife. “What difference does that make?”

Marissa stopped herself from rolling her eyes; it was a bad habit she hadn’t completely broken her teenaged self from doing. “He’s good in bed and all, but it’s getting boring. I’m either going to break it off with him or he’s going to have to step up his game.”

“By doing what?”

“Anything. I’ll try anything once. I’m bored.”

“Such is the life of the suburban housewife.”

“Ha ha. If you made any less money I’d go back to work. I’m relieving my boredom with sex.”

Ty nodded with her n****e in his mouth. He reached between her thighs and she automatically opened them up. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, having her n*****s sucked on every night by her husband to remove the milk she had made during the day turned her on. There was no resisting his advances. When he slipped a finger into her p***y she sighed and spread her legs wider.

“You’re wet,” he commented between gulps of her milk.

“It’s probably Gil’s c*m,” she teased him.

Ty scrambled out of his boxers, got on top of his wife, and slipped his c**k inside her waiting p***y. He slid in without resistance. Her t**s were sufficiently sized that it was easy for him to lower his head and suck on her n*****s while he slowly f****d her. They had started their odd lactating relationship when their son had decided to wean himself from breast milk. She hadn’t been able to withstand the discomfort—the pain—of full and swollen breasts and her pump wasn’t nearly enough relief. Ty was more than willing to help out. Discovering his fondness for her sweet milk made the service he offered her less a chore and more a part of foreplay. They had been playing this game for almost three years and neither wanted to stop. Not yet.

“Your p***y is really hot tonight,” he commented between sucks and thrusts.

“I can barely feel you,” she told him, teasing him, trying to make his c**k bigger and harder. She tilted her hips and brought her legs up around his waist, locking her ankles in place to pull him deeper into her body.

“Annoying slut,” he insulted her.

“Tiny c**k,” she shot back.

His thrusts got faster and she rocked her hips with his every motion, trying to increase the power each time his body slammed into hers. The impact of his pubic bone on her clit sent little electric shocks through her brain.

“Cheating w***e!”

“Cuckolded pretty boy!” She tossed the insult with a confident glee as she reached for her t**s. He hadn’t drained her, not completely. It had been years since her t**s had gone dry; they seemed to be the perfect organs to be a nonstop fountain of milk. It took some doing, but she grabbed handfuls of flesh and squeezed tightly, spraying her milk over Ty’s chest. The waste of absolutely unflawed milk enraged and excited him. His thrusts increased once more and he knew he was on the edge. Marissa continued squeezing her breasts, spraying him with milk, and the excess liquid dripped back down on her.

She changed the angle of the spray, aiming for Ty’s face. He caught some of it in his mouth, but most fell back to her face, dotting her olive skin with perfectly white translucent drops.

He came in four hard spurts of c*m shot deep into her p***y. The sudden introduction of hot c*m in her cunt combined with their strange play made her c*m as well. The pleasant waves of orgasm took over her body and she shook uncontrollably. Her locked ankles fell free and she lay under her husband, as he ran his tongue over the skin of her face, neck, and chest, licking up the remaining drops of milk.

“Oh f**k that was good,” he breathed when the saltiness of her sweat overcame the sweetness of her milk.

“It’s always good, honey,” she said as she patted his rump. “It’s always good.”