Meloni

The day after the trial, I woke up alone and naked in bed. Meloni wasn't by my side. I assumed that after celebrating her victory in the trial the day before, the party with Teddy had stretched into the night, and Meloni had probably stayed at our Fort Lauderdale apartment with Alistair, or perhaps she slept with Teddy elsewhere.

Lately, Meloni has been engaging in frequent sexual encounters. Dr. Khoury's therapy has transformed her into a sex machine, willing to engage anywhere and anytime. At this point, I have already accepted that I am married to a woman with a promiscuous lifestyle. I still cherished her deeply, yet it became apparent to all that Meloni required a level of sexual fulfillment that I was unable to provide. Men were aware of this and had the ability to invent any excuse they desired to manipulate the situation, ultimately fulfilling their sexual desires through Meloni.

That's how I was quietly thinking in bed when suddenly I heard someone enter the front door of the house. I imagined it was Meloni back from her night out, and I went downstairs without worrying about putting on some clothes first.

"Honey, are you back?" I asked sleepily.

"It's me, David," I heard.

I didn't have time to react. I stopped in the middle of the stairs and saw my mother-in-law looking at me naked, not showing any surprise, perhaps with a certain desire on her part.

"Where is my daughter?" She asked.

I tried to cover my genitals with my hands and stammered:

"Well... I don't know... um... she went out last night with some friends and hasn't come back yet... but... What are you doing here?"

"My stepfather isn't feeling well and needs surgery. It's not anything serious, but they called me from Prados Soleados, his nursing home, so I decided to come and check that everything is going well."

"And Walter?"

"Walter? The dirty old bastard is having an affair with his 18-year-old niece."

"I'm sorry," I managed to say, quite stunned by the news.

"I don't mind. You must know that for years, I have had to put up with him for the help he has given me in raising Meloni. But now that she is an adult and independent, I don't care about Walter's deceptions. Are you going to put clothes on?"

"Oh, yes... sure, excuse me." I managed to say.

"You don't have to worry, you're not the first man I've seen naked..."

Katherine remained thoughtful for a moment. Then, suddenly, she said to me:

"Although I suppose you already know that, don't you?"

I paused, collecting my thoughts before responding,

"Well... I..."

"You left some of my movies next to the tv in the living room. I don't mind you seeing my work, but I ask that you please not tell Meloni about my past as a pornographic actress. I have always tried to hide it to prevent her from making the same mistake I made."

There was a somewhat embarrassing silence. My mother-in-law began to climb the stairs, and as she approached me, she said:

"Marvin found out too, and threatened to tell Meloni everything. I had no choice but to satisfy him sexually to keep him quiet. Men are like that, and I don't think you're any different."

"Well, I do not..."

"No? I see your penis is erect because you want me. With Marvin I tried to avoid it, but I couldn't. As with any man who recognized me. They never stop until they get to have sex with me."

Katherine stood before me, gently placing her hands on my shoulders. Then she started massaging my body.

"I suppose that after seeing me in the movies, the desire to be with me becomes strong and you cannot repress it. I have tried to remain anonymous, but living almost locked under Walter's wing has proven challenging for me."

I had my hands covering my genitals but Katherine moved them away and grabbed my erect penis tightly.

"Come, let's go to the bedroom. There's no point in prolonging this game any longer, you want to fuck me and I want to sleep with you too. I only ask that you don't tell my daughter or my husband."

And so we went upstairs to the room. Katherine pulled hard on my penis, I thought she was going to rip it off. Upon entering she pushed me violently on the bed, I fell face up and she began to undress. Katherine is only 7 years older than me, and although she hasn't participated in a pornographic film in 20 years, her silhouette is exactly the same as the one she had in the movies. My mother-in-law was a 43-year-old woman who enjoyed excellent health and vitality. Her breasts were firm, as was her butt. Her pussy however was different from how I had seen it in the movies.

While in the pornographic scenes Katherine had a shaved pussy, now she had a thick bush of hair. When I saw it I went crazy for her.

My mother-in-law got on top of me, sitting up so that my dick immediately entered her open cunt. I'm used to the width of Meloni's cunt, but I have to say that Katherine's was quite open. She grabbed my wrists tightly, so I couldn't move my arms. Katherine was swinging above me with a soft but constant rhythm. The pleasure I was feeling was indescribable, she didn't stop looking into my eyes the entire time we were fucking. It was a long, silent and pleasant fuck. As I exploded inside her, Katherine relaxed and I was able to free myself from her grasp. I barely had time to caress her breasts, because she got up and said:

"I need to take a shower. Please put the movies and magazines in Walter's drawer; I don't want Meloni to see them."

And so she went to the bathroom. I put on some clothes and carried out her orders. I placed all the pornographic material that was in the house in Walter's drawer. Still stunned by what had just happened, I went down to the kitchen to make coffee.

After a while, Katherine came downstairs and thanked me for making her coffee. We had breakfast, exchanging a few words. Afterwards, she asked me to accompany her to the hospital to see her stepfather.

"Could you come with me to the hospital to check on Robert? I don't like hospitals."

"Of course, I will gladly accompany you."

I showered and dressed as if I were going to work because after the hospital, I planned to go to the office. I drove to the hospital, and once again, my mother-in-law and I didn't exchange many words the entire way. It was a strange situation, since I normally speak with her without any problems, but after fucking together... Well, I don't know, maybe we needed to adapt to the new situation.

In any case, upon arriving at the hospital, I accompanied Katherine to the hospital reception. She inquired about her stepfather:

"Could you tell me where my stepfather, Robert Virgulilla, is? He had surgery today."

"Yes, he's in room 306. Are you family too?" the nurse asked me.

Before I could explain myself, Katherine stepped forward and said:

"Yes, he is my partner."

I was very surprised by this response, but as I looked at Katherine, she returned my gaze with a smile full of love.

In the elevator, I took the liberty of placing my hand on her waist, and she made no move to remove it. When we reached the room, Katherine asked me to wait in the hallway.

I waited for a long time in the hallway. Suddenly:

DING! (Meloni) Honey, I'm back home. Whose suitcases are in the living room?

(me) Hello, my love. They belong to your mother.

DING! (Meloni) What is she doing here?

(me) Your step-grandfather had surgery, and she has come to visit him. I'm with her at the hospital now.

DING! (Meloni) How is Grandpa Robert?

(me) I don't know. I haven't seen him yet. Your mother is with him.

DING! (Meloni) I'm going there immediately.

After an hour, Meloni showed up at the hospital. Although she had a worried expression, she looked beautiful in a summer dress, which, though not too provocative, showcased her wonderful silhouette.

A few minutes later, we were allowed to briefly enter Robert's room. He didn't recognize us. I left, leaving Meloni alone with Robert. As I exited, Katherine introduced me to Dr. Säugling, responsible for Robert's post-operative recovery, who said:

"The patient is very weak, and although I am confident in his recovery, I am concerned about his diet. You see, Robert no longer has teeth, and for now, the only suitable diet must be liquid. He needs to regain strength, so he will have to drink high-calorie liquids."

"We'll take care of it, Doctor. Thank you very much," said Katherine, who immediately returned to the room looking a little worried.

When the doctor was leaving, I had an idea. I wanted to please my mother-in-law.

"Doctor, would breast milk be sufficiently caloric to aid in Robert's recovery?"

"Well, normally, breast milk contains between 65 and 70 kcal per 100 ml of energy, with approximately 50% of the total calorie supply being fat and 40% carbohydrate," the doctor answered.

"I see. My wife is currently breastfeeding, and I thought perhaps it could serve as a solution--an additional contribution to the diet that Robert needs."

"Well, I don't believe it's necessary to trouble your wife. There are nutritional supplements we can administer to the patient. Don't worry, if you need anything, I'll be in my office on the second floor."

Dr. Säugling walked down the hall, and I returned to Walter's room.

An hour passed until Meloni left feeling slightly calmer than when she had arrived at the hospital that morning.

"I'm concerned about Grandpa. I wish there was something I could do for him."

"Well, the truth is, darling, I was speaking with Dr. Säugling because he mentioned that Robert needed a liquid diet. I informed him that you were breastfeeding, and he mentioned that breast milk is rich in calories. I believe your milk might be beneficial, but the doctor assured me it wasn't necessary to trouble you with this."

"Oh, my love, I think we should give it a try. Do you know where we can find that doctor?"

"Yes, he mentioned we could inquire about anything in his office on the second floor."

"In that case, let's head there right away," Meloni exclaimed, taking my hand and striding decisively toward the stairs.

As we descended, her breasts gently swayed with each step, catching the attention of everyone who passed by.

When we reached the second floor, they directed us to the doctor's office. Dr. Säugling was there. Meloni stepped away momentarily to use the bathroom, but I proceeded with the consultation. I knocked on the door and entered. Dr. Säugling greeted me with a condescending smile.

"What can I do for you, David?"

"Doctor, I spoke with my wife about our earlier conversation, and she's adamant about discussing the option of donating her milk to Robert."

"David, as I've said before, it's really not necessary. Your wife shouldn't trouble herself."

Knock knock

"Well, perhaps you could convey that to her in person. I believe she's the one at the door."

As soon as the door opened, a smiling Meloni appeared. Dr. Säugling's reaction stood in stark contrast to the demeanor he had displayed toward me throughout our preceding conversation.

"WELL YES!!!" were the words he exclaimed upon seeing Meloni.

"Hello, Doctor. Thank you so much for taking care of my grandfather," she greeted gratefully.

"I'm here at your service. Your husband mentioned that you wouldn't mind breastfeeding your step-grandfather. Is this true?" the doctor inquired.

"Yes, of course. Anything that helps him recover, I'm willing to do," she affirmed.

"Good," he nodded. "However, not all breast milk is the same. Before supplying it to the patient, I would need to know a couple of things: first, the amount of milk you are capable of producing, and second, the quality of the milk you produce."

"Oh, that's easy," I interjected. "Meloni can produce a couple of liters a day, and as for the quality, I can assure you that it's very good. I've tried it myself."

"Well," responded Dr. Säugling. "I don't doubt her productive capacity because I see how her nipples are wetting her dress right now, however as for the quality... I would have to try it myself to give a scientific evaluation."

"Alright, how much assistance do you require from Meloni for conducting the assessment?" I inquired.

"Oh, no, no," replied Dr. Säugling. "I must perform the extraction personally by nursing from both breasts."

"With all due respect, Dr.," I responded, "I believe that may not be necessary."

Meloni interjected:

"Honey," Meloni gave me a duh face. "How do you expect my poor grandfather to consume my milk if he's not nursing directly? The doctor needs to assess the milk under those precise conditions, free from environmental contamination. Isn't that correct, Doctor?"

"You're spot on, Meloni," affirmed the doctor.

"Come here Dr." Meloni said and immediately took out her enormous right breast and made it available to Dr. Säugling who began to devour it with passion.

I stood there, observing the scene. Dr. Säugling buried his face in Meloni's chest and then sucked hard on the nipple. His mouth was dripping with milk from the corners. Meloni gazed at me with desire, yet simultaneously with pride at her ability to produce such a substantial amount of milk. Dr. Säugling began to feel Meloni's left breast over the dress until, in a fit of anger, he yanked it out and started devouring it just like he had done with the other breast. The right nipple was still leaking milk and was red from the bites inflicted by Dr. Säugling.

I believe the doctor consumed a bit over a liter from the two breasts. Once he felt content, he glanced at me and remarked:

"David, I apologize for the urgency of this situation, but it seems that your wife's milk has caused me some discomfort, and I urgently need to find a restroom. Since there isn't time to reach one, I'll need to ask for your understanding as I find a solution."

"Perhaps you could use the trash can as a urinal and then empty it in the bathroom." I proposed.

"Honey," Meloni gave me a puzzled look. "Haven't you noticed that the trash can is overflowing with garbage? The only place in this room where the doctor can find relief is my cunt."

Without my ability to intervene, Dr. Säugling forcefully pushed Meloni onto a sofa in his office, took off her panties and penetrated her right away.

Meloni appeared delighted with the situation, however, the doctor quickly poured a substantial amount of semen into my wife's cunt. When it seemed that he had finished relieving himself, the Dr. asked Meloni to get on her knees and open her mouth wide. He then took the penis with his hand, brought it to Meloni's face and urinated in her mouth.

When he had finished he took Meloni's panties, cleaned his penis on them and said:

"The evaluation was positive. You're free to give your grandfather as much milk as he

wants. Now, please exit my office."

We promptly departed. Upon reaching Robert's room, a nurse informed us that Katherine had gone to the cafeteria for lunch. Meloni and I opted to accompany her.

Over lunch, Meloni broached the topic of breastfeeding with her mother. Katherine seemed initially taken aback, but then she remarked:

"Well, the truth is, after having Meloni, I continued breastfeeding for many years. So much so that when I met Walter, I was still able to produce milk."

The mere thought of imagining my mother-in-law breastfeeding made me get an erection right there. Suddenly someone who was behind us said:

"Katherine!"

"Mark, my goodness, it's been ages!" exclaimed my mother-in-law.

The two embraced in a warm hug.

"Meloni, this is Dr. Vložit. He assisted me during your birth," my mother-in-law introduced.

Meloni smiled, her expression matching the joy evident in Dr. Vložit's face as he beheld her.

"Goodness gracious! Meloni, you've grown into such a young woman. How time flies! Come here and let me give you a hug," Dr. Vložit exclaimed with enthusiasm.

Meloni approached to greet him, and Dr. Vložit gave her a tight hug. It was obvious that he had squeezed my wife's body to feel her breasts.

"Mark, this is David, my husband," I was introduced.

"How are you, Dr. Vložit?" I greeted him with a handshake.

"What brings you here, Katherine?" Mark inquired.

"My stepfather underwent surgery, and we've come to visit him during the day. Unfortunately, we can't stay overnight," Katherine explained.

"Nonsense!" exclaimed Dr. Vložit. "I'll issue you a pass so you can come and go as you please."

"Thank you so much, Mark. I'll only be here for a couple of days. Would it be possible for Meloni to use the pass as well?"

"Of course, anything you need. Just let me know. Please come to my office on the fourth floor in about half an hour, and I'll have it ready for you."

After lunch, we returned to Robert's room. Meloni and Katherine made plans to take turns visiting Robert. Katherine said:

"I'm tired from the overnight flight, and I'd rather sleep at home tonight." She said it with a smile directed at me. Meloni, however, seemed oblivious and responded:

"Okay, no problem. I slept very well last night."

Thus, it was decided that after picking up the pass from Dr. Vložit's office, we would head home. Meloni would pack a bag with necessities for the night, and then we'd return to the hospital in Katherine's car while I went to work.

Meloni and I ascended to the fourth floor and located Dr. Vložit's office. He greeted us and handed the pass to Meloni--a pink cardboard adorned with the hospital emblem and Dr. Vložit's signature.

"Take care of it, Meloni," Dr. Vložit cautioned. "This is a special pass, and I'm not sure if I could issue another one if you were to lose it."

"Oh, don't worry, Mark," Meloni said. "I'll keep it here, tucked under my breasts."

"Meloni," I interjected, "perhaps it's not the best idea right now, considering you're breastfeeding. The pass might get wet and lose its effectiveness."

"But how?!" exclaimed Dr. Vložit. "Have you had a baby?"

"No, no," both Meloni and I laughed.

"Meloni is experiencing an episode of Galactorrhea," I explained.

"How did this happen?" asked Dr. Dr. Vložit.

"Well... Mark..." Meloni seemed somewhat reluctant to explain.

"Let's say that lately my nipples and breasts have been overstimulated and this is the reason why I have been producing all this milk."

"Okay, have any doctors seen you?" Dr. Vložit inquired.

"Well, just a couple of hours ago, we visited the doctor's office. Dr. Säugling was assessing the quantity and quality of Meloni's milk to determine if she could give it to her grandfather."

"Oh, Dr. Säugling, a close friend of mine. The episodes of Galactorrhea aren't concerning, but... Would you mind if I phoned him to discuss something?"

I immediately reassured Dr. Vložit,

"You don't have to do this; we don't want to impose on your assistance," but...

"Honey," Meloni gave me a duh face. "Don't you think doctors should be informed about everything concerning my health? Right, Mark?"

"Yes, Meloni," he affirmed. "David don't worry; it'll only take a moment. Please, have a seat."

Dr. Vložit picked up the phone and spoke to Dr. Säugling:

"Hey Jack, how's it going? When can we hit the golf course again?... Yeah, sure... you owe me one. Listen, I'm here with David and Meloni. I heard they stopped by this morning... No, it's not a problem. I just found out Meloni is experiencing episodes of Galactorrhea, and I'm wondering if it might be related not only to breast overstimulation but to something else... What do you think?... Right... Yeah, I see... I see... Okay, got it. Thanks, Jack. Let's catch up soon. Bye."

"So?" I asked.

"I would like to conduct an examination of Meloni's reproductive system today to assess if there are any abnormalities in the vaginal fluids, possibly related to the episodes of Galactorrhea."

I sensed Dr. Vložit's intentions and attempted to evade them.