I was driving with two friends up from west-central Wisconsin to the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness, a distance of about 260 miles. My two friends had just met, because one, Dick, was from Canada. Both were tall, about 6' 2". We were all in our 30s.
I don't recall how the subject came up, but Jim announced that he and his wife, Pat, had an Open Marriage. I hadn't read the book, but it seemed to mean spouses having other sex partners. We asked for details, but he did not confide further. I wondered if Pat would open her legs for me. Jim did imply that Pat took some pride in his sexual conquests, and telling her the explicit details as foreplay enlivened their sex.
Learning around the campfire that Jim had been in Africa for the Peace Corps, Dick kept asking him if he'd had sex with any native black women. Jim seemed embarrassed and refused to say.
Then, I remembered a meeting for coffee at MacDonald's during which Jim inquired about my wife's sexuality. Did she often have orgasms? Was it clear when she came? I said that Jenny is a screamer, but not always. Jim said that Pat is quite obvious when she has an orgasm. They used marijuana to relax her and reduce her inhibitions.
Jim and I both lived in rural parts of the county with electric service from the county electric cooperative. It happened a few years later that Pat asked me to drive her to a meeting of county electric cooperatives in La Crosse to speak and for us as members to vote on a proposed nuclear power plant. She could not drive herself, because she had a six-week-old baby and was breast-feeding. Jim was teaching at the college that day. I agreed.
Pat had light brown short hair, a round, pleasant face and wore glasses. Her weight was good for her height, about 5' 4". I had not seen her dressed to show her figure much, but she had good legs and about B-cup breasts.
She drove to my house, but with a girl of 12-13, who sat in my passenger seat. Pat sat in the back. I had expected her to wear a nursing bra, which would expose only the breast in use, or at least, a blouse that buttoned down the front for discretion. I was amazed that she wore a pullover top and no bra! This required her to bare both breasts to nurse. Whenever I glanced back to change lanes or looked in the rear-view mirror, I saw one bare breast swollen with milk and looking quite sensual, even erotic. Was Pat enjoying the increased size of her breasts and accidentally on purpose showing them off to me? Was the girl our chaperone? I became interested in the rest of her body concealed by slacks.
Pat gave her baby to the girl to mind while we attended the meeting.
I said, "I couldn't help noticing how lovely and sensual your breasts look!"
"Thank you," she replied.
"Your baby is fortunate. I was bottle-fed, had a reaction to the formula, and had to be returned to the hospital for an adjustment to the formula."
"Yes, some babies don't tolerate cow's milk well."
"How does it feel to nurse? Is it pleasurable?"
"It is satisfying to feed naturally. It is pleasurable. When my first-born grew teeth, he sometimes chewed my nipples, which wasn't pleasant."
"Jim said that you have an open marriage."
"Oh, he did? What else did he say?"
"He implied that he had made some sexual conquests and that you were rather proud of his prowess. He said nothing about your adventures."
"There is nothing to say. I guess I'm not sexy."
"I haven't seen you dressed to look sexy, which made it such a surprise to see you look so sexy today."
"I was just nursing."
"I expected you to wear a nursing bra or a blouse that buttoned in front so that the breast not in use would be covered. You may have felt strictly maternal, but you looked very sensual!"
"Really? I guess I didn't expect that you would see me in the back seat."
"I guess you didn't mean to look erotic, then, and weren't excited to think that I might see your lovely breasts bare."
"Maybe the thought was in the back of my mind. I don't consider myself to be sexy and don't try."
"I hope you enjoy looking and feeling sexy today!"
"Thanks, I do."
"You brought a chaperone, so you can flirt safely, if you want."
Pat did not reply, except with an enigmatic smile.
After the meeting and before Pat got her baby from the girl, she asked,
"What would you do, if we were alone in your car?"
"I'd like to drive to a secluded spot, park and find out how sexy you want to be."
She looked at me but made no reply. Again, she nursed her baby, now knowing that I was glimpsing her bare breasts. When we got back to her car, she handed her baby to the girl, who got into her car. Pat came close to me and thanked me for driving.
"Jim won't be home yet for about two hours. If you want to visit me, wait about 10-15 minutes while I drive the sitter to her house and freshen up. I'm flattered by your attention, but I'm not sure how far I'll go."
I smiled, "Thank you for the invitation! I hope to get to know you better!"
Our garage was about 100' from the cottage, and the car parked in front of the garage could not be seen from the house, so my wife would not know that we had returned. I waited in my Mustang growing a hardon.
Their house was about a mile outside of a small town. No neighbors would be watching. They had built it themselves, and it rather sprawled with additions. I knocked on the front door. Pat opened it. She had changed into a simple white nightgown. The neckline was low enough to show some cleavage; she was high-breasted. At age 36, her breasts were firm and still swollen with milk. Her very erect nipples, wet with milk, wet and poked forth the fabric, which was thin enough to show shadows of her dark aureoles. The hem of her gown was several inches above her knees.
I held a hand down in front to cover my erection, which only drew her attention. She looked quizzically at me, and when I uncovered, blushed prettily. I reached for her, ran my hands up and down her bare arms, causing her to shiver visibly. I pulled her against me so she could feel my cock against her belly. I kissed her shoulder, neck and lips.
She said, "Let's slow down! I'm nervous! Should we have a glass of wine?"
"Yes."
"Do you smoke marijuana? I think I need some now."
"I don't think I need a drug, just you!"
Pat served us each a glass of refreshingly chilled white wine. Then she lit up, taking a long drag. She began to relax against the back of the couch. When her gown rode up her shapely thighs, she did not do what women so often, maddeningly do, tug the hem down. I moved against her, put my right arm around her and caressed her right arm. She had another drink of wine and another drag of weed. I placed my left hand on her left knee. She did not flinch, so I began caressing my way up her white, soft, smooth thigh. My cock was as hard as it could be.
At first, Pat seemed to pretend not to notice what I was doing. Again, I kissed her bare shoulder and neck. She turned to me, and we kissed more passionately, our tongues touching. I brushed my left hand across her breasts. Goosebumps appeared on her arms.
"My nipples are leaking. I didn't have a chance to use the breast pump."
"Good, because I want to taste your milk! I want to suck your nipples!"
"You want to know what you missed, but it's different now."
"Yes! We're the same age, and aren't related, so it will be extremely erotic!"
I grasped the straps of her gown. She sighed and hunched her shoulders to help me strip her naked to the waist. I never saw more luscious, appetizing fruit!
"Lovely!"
She beamed. I cupped her breasts, swollen from B-cup to C-cup. She gasped as I manhandled her now very sensitive tits. 'Don't squeeze the fruit, until it's yours!' I thought. Milk dribbled from her distended nipples. I licked it up.
"So sweet!"
I took her left nipple in my mouth and began to suck. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, seemingly in ecstasy. The, she replaced my hand with hers and expertly squeezed her tit to squirt even more milk into my mouth.
"Isn't this more fun than a breast pump?"
"Oh, yes! More, please, and don't neglect this breast!"
"How does it feel, compared to nursing your baby?"
"Just as pleasurable, but erotic and exciting! Next time I have more milk than I need, will you help me out again?"
"I'd be too excited to stop at milking you! Doesn't Jim suck your breasts?"
"He tried it once but decided they were for our baby."
I devoted about 5 minutes to each tit. Her gown was well up her thighs now. I unzipped my shorts to release my straining cock and let it rub her thigh while I sucked her.
"You have lovely legs! You should wear shorts and short skirts!"
"Thank you! Jim said I can't expect men to make passes at me, if I don't show more of my body."
I stood and removed my shirt, shorts and undershorts. She gazed with some alarm.
"I don't know, Bob. I've never even let another man get this far with me. Actually, nobody even tried! Jim encourages me to excite another man and let him have sex with me. He said I'd be a much more exciting woman if I excited other men and was excited by them."
I pulled her to her feet and shucked her gown off. She covered with one hand her triangle of light brown curly hair. I grabbed her fine ass and embraced her to feel her tits against my chest and my cock press her belly.
"You have a lovely body! How sexy of you to be naked under your gown! It's a great privilege to see you like this and caress you! When is Jim due back?"