When my wife and I had our first baby in January we faced a tough decision about the care of our newborn son. We knew that we wanted one of us to be home with the child every day and not just dump him on a day care provider. But who should be the one to stay home. We both had good jobs but, to be honest, Donna's income was more than mine and her position offered greater opportunity for advancement. I didn't like it but it made sense for me to stay home and raise our family.
I soon found myself caught up in the day-to-day routine of caring for Bobby and keeping the house in order. I actually started to like it. Donna loved coming home to clean house, a hot meal and a loving husband and son. The support we gave her at home allowed her to concentrate on work and rapidly climb the corporate ladder. Life was wonderful.
As the weather got nicer in the spring I got restless to get outside. On nice days I would rush to finish the cleaning and laundry so I could strap Bobby into the stroller and cruise down to the park for some fresh air. It was on these park strolls that I began to meet some of the other caregivers in the area with their children. It was no surprise to me that all the other stay at home "moms" were women. What was a surprise was that some of them were very attractive ladies. We would sit around on the park benches and talk while the older kids played and the younger ones slept in their strollers. While there were always different moms at the playground at different times, I somehow managed to arrive at the same time every day as Lynda, one of the good looking ones, who lived two doors down from us. Lynda's daughter, Cindy, was the same age as Bobby so we had a lot in common and never lacked for things to talk about.
Lynda had short, dark hair and a knock out body. She had long, thin legs that ended in a round butt that just begged to be squeezed. Her breasts were not very large – probably a B cup, but the whole package was very enjoyable to look at.
One day I was coming out the door heading to the park when a dark cloud come over and it started to rain. As I started turned to go back in the house I saw that Lynda was also headed back to her house. I really started to come down hard.
"Lynda" I yelled. "Come on inside my house. You'll be soaked by the time you get to yours."
She realized I was right and ran up the driveway and started to struggle up the steps with Cindy in the stroller. "Let me help," I offered and bent down to give her a hand.
It was then that I noticed her top had already gotten very wet and I could see right through it to her bra-covered tits. They weren't real big but her nipples were pushing out at least an inch. I love large nipples on a woman and I started to feel my cock begin to stiffen. It was then that I realized we still had to get Cindy in the house so I concentrated on lifting the stroller up the steps.
When we got everybody settled inside she said, "Thanks, Ken. You're a lifesaver. I never would have made it to my house. I'm soaked as it is." While we transferred the kids to the playpen, I reached over, grabbed one of Donna's tops from the clean laundry basket on the floor and handed it to her. "Here, put this on so you won't catch your death of cold. The bathroom is right over there. Then we can put your shirt in the dryer."
"Thanks, again" she said. "I am feeling chilled." She took the top from me and walked towards the bathroom door. As she did, I took the time to admire her rear end. It was rounded and firm like she worked out a lot. That is something else I like in a woman – a nice, tight, fuckable butt. This little situation was really starting to get interesting. When she entered the bathroom she shut the door but didn't notice that the latch was broken and the door remained open a crack. As I watched she pulled the top over her head and exposed her breasts covered only by the wet bra. Again, my cock started to get hard. I guess she wanted to dry the bra too because she reached behind her back and unsnapped it and let it fall from her shoulders. Now I had a raging hard on.
Her tits were beautiful. Even though they weren't real big they were bulging because they were full of milk for Cindy. The longest, hardest nipples I had ever seen topped them. They were made for sucking and I decided then that I would find out what it felt like to nurse on those babies. She pulled Donna's top over her head and came out of the bathroom.
"Where's your dryer?" she asked. "I'll just pop these in and they'll be dry in no time"
"It's in the kitchen." I replied trying hard to conceal the boner in my shorts as she headed for the kitchen.
She came back in the living room and we sat on the sofa and talked. I tried not to look at those beautiful tits and concentrated on looking in her eyes while we talked but I couldn't get the vision of her tits out of my mind. The kids played in the playpen for a while but both got tired and fell asleep.
"Damn!" Lynda said. " I was hoping Cindy wouldn't fall asleep so soon." When I inquired why, She replied that she wanted to feed her and relieve some of the pressure in her boobs. "It's been 6 hours since she last fed and they're really full now. It's actually painful." Being the gentleman that I am I offered, "Is there anything I can do to help?" That was when she noticed the bulge between my legs.
"Well, there is something you could do but I'm really embarrassed to ask." She looked at me with a shy grin.
"Don't be silly," I replied. "I'll be happy to do anything I can."
"When I'm home and they get like this the only thing that helps is for my husband to suck out some of the excess milk. I've tried squeezing them and using a pump but it just doesn't work. Someone sucking them is the only thing that seems to help." She lowered her eyes to my crotch and saw that my cock was almost bursting out of my shorts. When she ran the tip of her tongue around the outside of her lips, I knew I was in.
I reached over and lifted the bottom edge of Donna's top up so that her tits were uncovered and exposed to my hungry eyes. With my other hand I started to massage her left breast. Lynda's head leaned back against the couch and she moaned, "That feels very good, Ken."
I leaned in and licked a drop of milk that had formed on the end of her extended nipple. I savored the sweetness on my tongue for a second and then sucked the whole tip of her breast into my hungry mouth. When I got about half of it in I started to suck like a baby. I felt a shiver run through Lynda as she pressed her body into the back of the couch. Her milk began to flood my mouth and I began to swallow. It was actually very tasty. After a couple of mouthfuls I switched to the other breast. I didn't want to drain her totally; I just wanted to relieve the pressure.
