Meloni took her sweet time that afternoon preparing for my birthday party. I was half-expecting her to strut out in one of those sleek, sultry dresses she rocks on our nights out. But to my surprise, she opted for something different tonight -- a sexy slim fit tank top sporting the slogan 'Not everything is flat in Florida,' and a map of the State, paired with a denim miniskirt. It was evident that she was not wearing a bra, as her nipples were visible under her top. When she knelt down to fasten the strap of her stilettos I could see that she wasn't wearing panties either, which didn't surprise me so much, since my wife wears this garment less and less frequently. According to her, she's already a little tired of leaving her panties forgotten anywhere after fucking a stranger. In any case, her pussy looked delicious under the denim miniskirt. I took my car keys but she said:
"Sweetie, you really shouldn't drive tonight. I have a feeling we'll both be indulging in some drinks at the party."
"So... How are we getting to Mike's club?" I inquired.
"No worries, babe. Jean Pierre's swinging by to scoop us up in his limo."
She kissed me passionately and I took the opportunity to put my hand under her miniskirt and caress her pussy. It was especially soft, as Meloni had just taken a bath and the hairs on her well-trimmed pussy were smooth. Her vagina was also already wet, and if it weren't for the fact that at that moment we heard the horn of Jean Pierre's limousine we would have fucked right there.
We got in the limousine and headed south from Miami to Mike's club on Route 41. Near Fontainebleau, Meloni began to notice something on her breasts:
"Honey, I think my nipples are a little more erect than usual... I don't know, I feel like my breasts are a little heavier today than usual."
"Is that the reason you're not wearing a bra?"
"Well, err... I guess, although knowing we're going to Mike's club I think most men will feel my tits, and I just don't want them to ruin a bra, you know how hard it is to get my size."
"You can always ask them not to do it..."
"Honey," Meloni gave me a duh face. "Do you really think I can avoid it? And, Do you think I do not wish it to happen? You need to start realizing the kind of woman you are married to. I think I've reached a point in my life where I consider myself a toy for men. Dr. Khoury's therapy has made me understand that I am a source of entertainment for them and frankly, I feel very happy and proud to be able to bring so much joy. I love playing the role of the naive girl and you better accept that, because I feel so happy about it. I just hope they don't bother me too much today, that's all."
The words she had just said left me stunned. I didn't know what to say to her. Finally I came up with something:
"Well, just ask for help if you need it, okay my love?"
"Sure, don't worry, everything will be fine, you do not need to get involved in a fight with anyone."
Upon reaching the parking lot, Jean Pierre got out of the car, opened the door and said to Meloni in a very polite way:
"Madam, I won't be able to pick you up later because I have another service tonight, my cousin Baptiste could pick you up if you give him a call. Would you be so kind as to give me your tip now?"
"Of course Jean Pierre," exclaimed Meloni. "Come, I hope you don't mind that my husband is sitting here next to us while you fuck me."
"I don't mind Madam, but remember it's Saturday and on weekends you always add a blowjob to your tip."
"mmmm, I would like to save my mouth for the party, What can we do?"
"Maybe your husband can help us." Jean Pierre said.
"How?" I exclaimed.
"Honey, you could give Jean Pierre a blowjob before... well you know. After all, you came in the car today too. Right?"
"But..." I didn't have time to say anything else, Jean Pierre put his huge black cock in my mouth and I couldn't help but feel the entire volume of his penis crushing my tongue. When I could finally breathe Meloni said:
"Let me help you, my love."
Immediately she grabbed my head with both hands and pushed me again and again against Jean Pierre's huge tool. After a few minutes of tasting that huge black cock, Meloni took off her clothes and sat on top of Jean Pierre, who, while fucking my wife, tasted and nibbled on her nipples without caring that I was witnessing everything.
Finally, Jean Pierre dumped a huge amount of cum into Meloni's vagina while she moaned due to having an extraordinary orgasm. Jean Pierre returned to the driver's seat and asked us to hurry up and leave the vehicle as he had to depart for his next service.
We barely got out of the car. Meloni didn't have time to get dressed, so she had to put on her miniskirt and t-shirt in the middle of the parking lot in sight of everyone.
Finally we entered the club and as usual Mike kissed Meloni on the lips and grabbed her ass. He immediately told me happy birthday and showed us the place reserved for our group. Some of the guests were already there: they were two co-workers.
"Hey guys," Meloni said enthusiastically.
They did not hesitate to welcome Meloni with open arms. They were prepared to grope her, as they did as soon as they had the opportunity. Meloni kissed them on the lips and one of them even allowed himself to stick out his tongue a little so Meloni could suck it. Then they shook my hand and congratulated me on my birthday. I didn't have to make the introductions because apparently Meloni already knew them.
"I think you already know each other, right?" I said.
"Yes of course, you do not need to introduce us." Meloni said. "Andrew was very nice to let me sit on top of him once, he is a true gentleman. At that time we had your work party at the office and there weren't enough chairs, remember Andrew?"
"Of course, I remember you said how comfortable you were sitting on my lap. If we run out of chairs tonight, Would you like me to be your special seat?."
"Sure," Meloni said, "Even if there are seats available I'm sure I won't miss the chance of sitting on top of you, but remember: 'take it easy' and 'please be gentle' ha ha ha ha." Meloni kissed him again and Andrew took the liberty of pinching her butt.
"Honey, do you remember Phillip too?" I asked.
"Yes, of course, how about Phillip?" The two kissed with their tongues again.
"Let's see, what does it say here on your shirt? "Not everything is flat in Florida," Phillip said, running his fingers over the logo on my wife's T-shirt. "What does it mean?" he asked laughing.
Meloni laughed too and said:
"Well, I am a native of Florida and although the geography of the state is quite flat, my body is not..."
At that moment the other guests began to arrive and they all went directly to greet Meloni, who responded very effusively. Kisses on the lips, long hugs, slaps on my wife's ass and caressing her tits consumed a good twenty minutes. Cynthia arrived with Cleaver and she and Meloni kissed on the lips in front of everyone.
Meloni had hired some whores from Mike's club to entertain the party guests and soon everyone was enjoying their company, so I was able to spend time with Meloni, who was very affectionate with me, we danced together for a while, although from time to time someone interrupted pretending to have bumped into Meloni, when in reality all they were doing was touching my wife's body. She and I laughed a little about the situation and continued dancing. I had already drunk a little more than necessary and had to go to the bathroom. I left Meloni alone on the dance floor and went to the bathroom. When I was in there, I saw something written on one of the walls:
'Free hookups' and next to it was Meloni's phone number. I couldn't help but get an erection, so I hurried back to my wife. When I left the bathroom I saw how many men were on the dance floor surrounding Meloni, who had been stripped of her clothes, except for her high-heeled shoes. I didn't see any of our guests among the men, they were other clients of the club. Meloni seemed a little worried, as some men were forcing her to put her hands on their wangs, while others took turns dancing against her ass. Two others were pinching her nipples very hard and Meloni kept saying:
"Please, be gentle!"
But none of this helped, because the men simply ignored what my wife asked them. The harassment continued for three more minutes until Meloni shouted:
"Stop!!!"
At that moment Mike came to her aid. He told his clients that Meloni was not one of his whores and that they should leave her alone. Mike put his arms around Meloni, who had tears in her eyes, and led her back to our party area. Soon Meloni was once again smiling and flirting with Dr.Khoury and Alistair who had just arrived. I stayed on the dance floor looking for her clothes, but they were nowhere to be found, so Meloni was naked for the rest of the night.
When I got back to the party area, Meloni was sitting on top of Andrew, who was pinching Meloni's nipples. She looked at me and I immediately understood that Andrew was bothering her. Luckily Dr.Khoury had also realized what was happening and intervened:
"Meloni, are you okay? It seems to me that your nipples are a little more erect than normal, Could I examine them?"
"Oh yes Dr., please." And as best she could she got rid of the clutches of Andrew, who went with Phillip to the bar to talk to some prostitutes.
Dr.Khoury passed an ice cube over one of the nipples and asked Alistair to do the same with the other nipple. The irritation went down a little, but my wife's breasts were wet. Dr.Khoury found the solution:
"Meloni, I'm going to kiss your nipples with my tongue, Alistair will help me."
Each one began to lick one of my wife's nipples in front of everyone. Meloni soon felt very relieved. She caressed the hair of the Dr. and Alistair, and the latter could not help but lower his hand to her pussy and rub her twat. Meloni definitely looked much better and asked to stop the treatment because she said she was about to have an orgasm and didn't want to stain the couch where she was sitting.
However, the couch got stained, not with her cum, but with her milk! Incredibly, Meloni was breastfeeding. Her nipples were dripping with milk. Meloni was shocked, then Dr.Khoury said:
"Meloni, there is nothing you need to worry about, this is a case of galactorrhea. Galactorrhea happens to around 20 to 25 percent of women. You see, over the past few weeks your breasts have been stimulated frequently. That overstimulation of the nipples caused an elevation of prolactin, a hormone produced in the brain. There is nothing you should worry about."
"Eeerrr, but... Will I stop chucking milk soon?" Meloni asked.
