"There she goes. These last few weeks at lunchtime she heads out the door to meet her new boyfriend for lunch in his van," observed Vanessa as she watched Shannon heading out.
"He must be a real good cook," mused Sherry as they headed for the breakroom.
Yes, Tim was a very good cook but that's not what had me heading to his van at noon like a cow to the hay wagon. It wasn't his sexy body or his 8" cock either. Give up? It was our ANR, adult nursing relationship. When I met him two months ago, he brought it up on the first date. He said he had been in one for four years with his previous girlfriend who had transferred to London and it was the most fulfilling thing he had ever known.
Well, I had to think about it for a month. Bringing my milk in for my daughter 18 years ago was one thing but at 38, and two years divorced, it was nowhere on my bucket list. He would not take no for an answer. After sex, as we napped and cuddled, he would nurse me. When he spent the night, I would wake up to him nursing me. And it was beginning to feel good. It was so intimate and it was the best aftercare ever! I always felt so good afterwards.
For the first three weeks we massaged and Tim nursed me two hours a day. Sometimes it would knock me out. I would just fall asleep with him latched to me and it was so relaxing. Other times it would lead to hot, heart-racing, pussy pounding sex. It was starting to look like a win win situation. Last week my milk came in and he is such a responsible guy. He will cancel or postpone his plans to make his nursing date with me. It's crucial now because my milk can't just stay in there.
I need to be suckled or suctioned at least three times a day. In the morning I wake up to his swallowing sounds as he drinks me in. He already knew how to latch and he does it better than any baby. At lunch he lays across my lap and I feed him ten minutes on each breast. Sometimes he has to switch over himself in case I am already asleep. Other times I will cum while he suckles me and there's a wet spot on my skirt when I go back to work. My work has improved too, though it takes me a few minutes to get woke up after I go back to work. I am much sharper the rest of the day.
The nursing schedule in the evening is more flexible. Sometimes we go right for sex as I am usually very horny and these 38 D's are tingling. The nursing could take place any time after that as aftercare or as a bedtime snack. I wore a C cup before lactation and now I am starting to spill out of a D cup. The girls at the office have noticed too. They ask why I'm growing and I tell them the truth. It's all the tlc they are getting from Tim! Most of them just smile and tell me how lucky I am, but Betty keeps asking me about it. I wondered why she was so curious. How could she know? Then she cornered me after lunch.
"You have brought your milk back in haven't you?" she whispered to me at my desk.
My blush told her all she needed to know. "How did you know?" I whispered back.
"Oh, just a hunch. Your whole demeanor has changed and it reminded me of when I had my children. I've noticed how sleepy you are when you come back and I've noticed the wet spots too. And I remembered how nursing would make me orgasm. But why in the world are you doing it with your boyfriend?"
Later on at break, to stop the interrogation, I told her everything and now she is dying to try it. She says Ed would never go for it. Such a responsibility that very few men would undertake. And she did not want to go out on Ed either.
"But what about doing it with another woman?" she wondered.
"Are you nuts?" I asked. And how is that not stepping out on Ed? Besides, how would you handle the noon feeding, with people seeing you meeting another woman? The office would be buzzing and anyway who could you get? Do you know any women well enough to ask them?"
Betty shrugged, "the kids have grown up and moved away and Ed just isn't there for me anymore. I would die for some excitement in my life," she looked at me, realizing what she had said about dying for a better life and we laughed. "Oh well," she moaned, "I guess I'll just stick to my boring dull uneventful non-lactating life." We laughed again and went back to work.
I felt sorry for Betty but I did not want to get involved in her personal life. I didn't want her in mine either. That evening Tim got home early and had supper ready and at bedtime he had me for dessert. He loved to see me riding his big hard cock and I loved feeling it so deep in me. He usually made me cum twice before gushing into me and that always made me cum again. All the excitement made my tits nice and milky for him during the aftercare. I was in heaven.
The next several days were fairly routine until one day when I came in after lunch I noticed Betty wasn't back yet. I also noticed how flushed she looked 30 minutes later, when she finally showed up. "Car trouble?" I asked with a sly grin.
"Oh, uh, no just ran into an old friend and lost track of time," she said, looking like she was still with him in her mind, or her.
