Meloni Ch 12

Polly came down the stairs naked and a little embarrassed.

"What's up with you?" Meloni asked.

"It's just that... I don't have anything to wear, the clothes I wore yesterday are dirty."

"Oh! Don't sweat it, I'll lend you something for today. Come have breakfast now."

We sat around the small kitchen table, sunlight streaming in through the blinds, casting warm streaks across the wooden surface. Meloni, cheerful as always, was sipping her coffee, tapping her foot to some rhythm only she could hear. Polly sat across from me, stirring her coffee in silence. I could see the faint tension in her shoulders, but Meloni didn't seem to notice.

"How'd you sleep, Polly?" Meloni asked, flashing a bright smile.

Polly glanced up, a little startled, then smiled awkwardly. "Good, thanks. The bed is really comfy."

"Yeah, we like to have it comfy for company," Meloni chirped, giving me a wink like she always did when she was being playful.

Polly gave a tight laugh, then shifted in her seat, her eyes flicking between me and Meloni. The silence was creeping in again when Polly broke it:

"Do you have any milk? I, uh, forgot to ask earlier."

I cleared my throat, feeling a flicker of discomfort. "Uh, we don't have any. Sorry, Polly. We ran out."

Polly blushed, glancing at her cup. "Oh, that's fine. I didn't really need it."

"Honey," Meloni gave me a duh face. "What about my breasts?"

Polly gave a quick, nervous smile, her gaze dropping to the table, while I shifted in my chair, the weight of the unsaid hanging heavy between us.

"Oh!, I thought you had to keep it for tomorrow's session with Dr.Khoury." I replied.

"Honey," Meloni gave me a duh face again. "Dr.Khoury said to hold my milk for 24 hours, I will stop breastfeeding at 2:30 today." Then she turned to Polly, undid her bathrobe and said: "Come here sweetie."

Meloni reached behind her back, unclasping her bathrobe and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples dark and hard. She took Polly's hand, guiding it to her breast.

Polly's fingers were soft and gentle as they brushed against Meloni's nipple. Meloni felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body, her cunt clenching with desire.

Polly's mouth closed around Meloni's nipple, her tongue swirling around the hard peak. Meloni moaned, her hips bucking as Polly's mouth worked its magic.

Meloni's other breast was ignored, so she took Polly's hand and placed it on her other breast. Polly started to suck and lick and play with Meloni's other breast. Meloni felt her orgasm building, her pussy tightening as Polly's mouth sucked harder and harder.

Meloni came instantly, her juices flowing down her thighs as Polly continued to suck and lick her breasts. She felt like she was floating, her body humming with pleasure.

Polly looked up at Meloni, her lips glistening with milk. "Are you OK?" she asked, her voice soft and sultry.

Meloni nodded, her body still trembling with pleasure. "Yes," she whispered.

Polly smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I hope you had enough, you've emptied me" said Meloni, and they kissed passionately on the lips, completely ignoring my presence.

Meloni and Polly finished their breakfast, their bodies still humming with pleasure. I would never forget this morning, the sun beaming in through the open windows, the aroma of sizzling bacon, and the feeling of Meloni's milk on Polly's lips. It was a memory I would treasure forever.

Once we finished breakfast, Polly said:

"May I please have some clothes to go to work now?"

"Hey, don't worry about it. I've got you covered. I have some clothes you can borrow for work. You can wear one of my button-up shirts and a pair of jeans. How does that sound?" said Meloni

Polly's face lit up with relief. "Oh, thank god. That would be amazing. I don't know what I would do without you."

Meloni smiled and led Polly to the bedroom. She rummaged through her closet and pulled out a crisp, white button-up shirt and a pair of dark wash jeans. "Here you go. These should fit you perfectly."

Polly took the clothes and headed to the bathroom to put them on. Meloni went back to the kitchen and finished her coffee. A few minutes later, Polly came down.

Meloni couldn't help but notice how Polly's small, flat chest looked even smaller compared to her own busty figure. Meloni was a 34LLL, and her cleavage was always on display, no matter what she wore. She couldn't imagine what it must be like to have a flat chest like Polly's.

Meloni helped her button up the shirt. As she did, she couldn't help but notice that the shirt was a little too big for Polly, I could see the outline of Polly's nipples through the fabric.

"I headed upstairs for a quick shower, got dressed, and when I came back down, Polly was already gone for work. Meloni was on the phone with some guy, setting up lunch plans. I gave her a wave, said 'see ya,' and dipped."

It was a busy morning in the office, and I was still wiped from last night with Polly. After lunch, I got a video from Meloni on my phone.

DING!

I couldn't believe what I was watching, Meloni managed to record her morning shower with Polly:

Meloni and Polly stepped in the shower, their bodies instantly embracing the warm mist. Meloni, a stunning vision with her curvaceous figure, stood tall under the cascading water. Her voluptuous breasts, barely contained by her bra size 34 LLL, heaved with each breath, the dark nipples hardening from the steamy heat. Her slender legs, toned and smooth, contrasted with her full, round hips, making her an irresistible sight. A thick bush of curly hair adorned her cunt, a wild contrast to her otherwise flawless skin. She had a playful smile on her face, her naive demeanor giving way to a more confident and flirtatious attitude as she locked eyes with Polly.

Polly, a couple of years older but equally captivating, stood opposite Meloni, her body just as enticing. Her curvy figure was accentuated by her flat chest, a unique feature that made her stand out. Her small breasts were barely noticeable, but her round ass more than made up for it, perfectly proportioned and enticing. Her skin, a pale canvas, glowed in the steam, revealing a network of blue veins beneath, especially noticeable on her chest and inner thighs. Like Meloni, she too had a natural, unshaven pussy, the hair a dark contrast against her fair complexion. Her expression was a mix of shyness and growing excitement as she took in Meloni's bold gaze.

As the water continued to pour down, Meloni took a step forward, closing the distance between them. She reached out and gently caressed Polly's face, her fingers tracing the delicate features.

"You're so beautiful," Meloni whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I've wanted this since I met you."

Polly's shyness melted away under Meloni's touch, and she leaned into the caress, closing her eyes to savor the moment. "Me too," she murmured, her breath quickening. "I wanted to explore my desires with you."

Meloni's hand trailed down from Polly's face, gently stroking her neck and shoulders, making her shiver with anticipation. Her fingers touched her pink nipples, already taut with arousal. Polly's breath caught Meloni's hand cupping her breast, thumb and forefinger gently rolling the nipple, causing her to gasp softly.

"You like that, don't you?" Meloni teased, her breath hot against Polly's ear. "I can make it even better."

Polly nodded, unable to form words as Meloni's other hand slid down her stomach, her fingers gently probing through the wet curls of her pussy. Polly's legs trembled as Meloni's fingers found her clit, circling it slowly, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Meloni's touch was gentle yet insistent, her fingers working their magic, driving Polly wild with desire. She kissed Polly's neck, her lips leaving a trail of wet kisses down to her collarbone, before taking a nipple into her mouth, sucking and teasing it with her tongue. Polly's hands gripped Meloni's shoulders, her nails digging into the soft skin as she arched her back, pushing her breast further into Meloni's mouth.

"Oh Meloni, yes, right there," Polly moaned, her voice echoing off the shower walls.

Meloni's fingers continued their relentless assault on Polly's clit, while her mouth lavished attention on Polly's neglected breast. Polly's body trembled, her legs weakening as the pleasure intensified. Meloni could feel Polly's pussy getting wetter, the juices mixing with the shower water, as her orgasm built to a crescendo.

"I'm close, Meloni, so close," Polly gasped, her breath coming in short pants.

Meloni increased the pressure on Polly's clit, her fingers working faster, driving her to the edge. Polly's body stiffened, every muscle tensing as the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her voice filling the shower, as her pussy clenched around Meloni's probing fingers.

Meloni held Polly through the waves of pleasure, her own arousal reaching a fever pitch. She pulled Polly closer, their bodies pressed together, breast to breast, pussy to pussy, as the water continued to rain down on them. Polly's orgasm subsided, leaving her body limp and satisfied.

"That was incredible," Polly whispered, her eyes still closed, a dreamy smile on her face.

Meloni smiled, her hand still resting on Polly's breast. "We're not done yet," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I want to feel you inside me."

Polly opened her eyes, desire flaring anew as she looked into Meloni's passionate gaze. She reached down and took Meloni's hand, leading her to the shower bench. Meloni sat, her legs spread, inviting Polly to straddle her.

Polly positioned herself over Meloni, their pussies aligned, the steamy water cascading over their bodies. She slowly lowered herself, feeling Meloni's slick folds part to accommodate her. Polly's eyes closed as she took in the sensation, the hot, wet tightness of Meloni's pussy enveloping her.

Meloni groaned, her hands gripping Polly's hips, guiding her in a slow, sensual rhythm. Polly's body responded, moving with Meloni's, their pussies sliding together, creating a wet, sensual friction. Their breasts pressed together, nipples rubbing, as they kissed passionately, tongues entwined, tasting each other's mouths.

The pace quickened, their bodies moving in unison, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the shower. Polly's breath came in short gasps as she felt her own orgasm building, Meloni's cunt squeezing her, drawing her closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Meloni, I'm gonna cum," Polly panted, her voice raw with need.

Meloni's fingers dug into Polly's hips, holding her in place as she thrust up, meeting Polly's downward grind. "Cum for me, baby," she urged, her voice thick with desire.

Polly's body tensed, her pussy clenching around Meloni's, as her orgasm exploded through her. She cried out, her head thrown back, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Meloni joined her, her own orgasm ripping through her, her cunt pulsing and contracting around Polly's.

They collapsed against each other, their bodies slick with sweat and water, their hearts pounding in unison. The shower water continued to pour over them, washing away the remnants of their passion.

Polly raised her head, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "That was amazing," she said, her voice soft and breathless.

Meloni smiled, her hand stroking Polly's hair. "It was just the beginning," she promised, her words filled with anticipation. "We'll have more chances to explore."

As the steam began to clear, the two women shared a knowing look, their eyes filled with desire and the promise of more erotic adventures to come.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing on my phone. From that moment on, it was hard to focus on work. The memory of the video and the possibility of heading home to take a look at my wife's journals were an irresistible temptation, so I decided to call it a day.

When I got home, Meloni was there, so there was no way I'd be able to sneak a look at one of her diaries, which I'd hidden the night before in the bedside table.

Meloni wasn't feeling well because Dr. Khoury had told her she couldn't breastfeed for 24 hours before our appointment the next day.

"Honey, my nipples are so sore, and I feel like my boobs are about to burst any minute."

"You've got to stay strong," I said. "It's just 24 hours."

"Yeah, but my nipples are really sore."

"Let me take a look."

Meloni lifted her shirt, revealing her large breasts. Her nipples were hard, and her areolas look swollen and darkened.

"I think it'd be best for you to rest. You should lie down on your back so you don't hurt your chest."

"Would you fuck me?"

"Well, Meloni, the thing is I am really exhausted from yesterday, and I do not think sex is a good idea when you are already in pain."

Meloni paused, deep in thought, and after a while she said:

"I think this is something we should talk about with Dr. Khoury tomorrow. I understand that you had sex with Polly, just like I do with other men, but you're still my husband, and you need to take care of my needs."

"Don't get upset, babe, it's just that I'm tired, that's all... but yeah, if you want, we'll talk to Dr. Khoury about it."

The next morning, Meloni's breasts felt like they were about to burst. She hadn't nursed in over 18 hours, and the milk had built up. Her nipples were even more erect than the night before, and her areolas looked like two huge, purple circles.

After breakfast, I kissed her, and we agreed to meet in Dr. Khoury's office a little before our 2:30 appointment. Meloni was in pain, but she was determined to endure it to follow Dr. Khoury's instructions.

On the way to work, I thought about this for a bit. Since we started therapy with Dr. Khoury, he has been in control of my wife, and she has gone along with his guidance, to the point of being completely obedient and submissive to him.

Another work morning where I couldn't focus, my mind stuck on the pain my wife was enduring. I couldn't help glancing at the clock every five minutes, wishing for 2:30 PM to come as quickly as possible. I barely touched my lunch, and when I returned to the office, I still couldn't concentrate. So, I decided to leave early and walk to Dr. Khoury's office.

I finally made it to the building and hustled up the steep stairs. As soon as I stepped into Dr. Khoury's office, I froze--Meloni was there, and across from her, a stranger sat, silently contemplating her figure.

Meloni was feeling a bit unsettled, but not because of the man's presence--rather, it was the pain in her chest.

"Darlin, I can't take this anymore," she told me.

The man didn't take his eyes off her. I looked at Meloni, her naked body shimmering under the fluorescent lights of the doctor's waiting room. Her breasts were engorged, filled with milk that had been left untouched for over 24 hours. Her nipples were hard and pink, and her areolas were purple and swollen. Her slender legs were spread apart, and she had a look of hesitation in her eyes.

The man staring at her was silent, but he couldn't keep his tongue from passing over his lips continuously. He seemed entranced by her beauty, unable to tear his gaze away.

I was standing there awkwardly as the situation unfolded before me. We had been waiting for Dr. Khoury to let us into his office for therapy, but seeing a stranger in the waiting room was unexpected.

Meloni glanced at me with a mix of reluctance and desire in her eyes. I could see the hesitation in her gaze, as if she was torn between wanting to resist and succumbing to temptation.

The man continued to stare at her intently, his eyes lingering on every curve and contour of her body. It was clear that he was experiencing something similar to what Meloni was feeling--a mixture of arousal and apprehension.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Dr. Khoury invited all of us inside, including the unknown man. Allistair was already in the office. Meloni went straight to her usual spot, and Dr. Khoury made the introductions. The man in question was named Danny, another one of Dr. Khoury's patients. He was a white man in his 60s, with a thin patch of hair on his head, a scruffy beard, and a bit of a belly.

Dr.Khoury made Danny sit down in a stool across from Meloni, eyeing her up and down with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The air in the room was heavy with tension as Dr. Khoury explained the purpose of the visit.

"So, Meloni," the doctor began, his voice grave yet curious. "How are you feeling?"

Meloni standing in front of Danny, a mix of embarrassment and anticipation radiating from her every pore. She took a deep breath before responding, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I've been holding it in for 24 hours now," she said, her eyes darting nervously towards Danny. "It's unbearable. I can't take it anymore."

Dr. Khoury nodded understandingly, his gaze shifting to Danny for a moment before returning to Meloni.

"Well then," he said smoothly, his tone laced with a hint of excitement. "I think we have just the solution for you. Danny is a patient of mine, he has been diagnosed with oral fixation, I mean, he never overcame the oral stage, which in psychology focuses on gratification through the mouth. It starts from infancy in the form of thumb sucking or breastfeeding and can lead to some problems in adulthood."

The room fell into an awkward silence, broken only by Meloni's whimpering. After the pause, the doctor finally spoke:

"I have decided to combine these two therapies today so Danny has a chance to fulfill his needs while Meloni tries a different way to treat her galactorrhea."

"Wait a minute" I protested, "Are you suggesting this man is going to suck my wife's boobs?"

A big ol' smile lit up Danny's face when he heard that.

"That's correct." answered Dr.Khoury.

"Can we start already?" Meloni pleaded. "I can't take the pain anymore."

"Not yet," Dr. Khoury intervened. "First, you need to sign a document giving your general consent."

"I think we should read the document before signing anything," I suggested.

"Honey," Meloni gave me a duh face. "I cannot take this pain any longer, I will sign whatever."

I didn't have time to react. Allistair slid a paper and a pen over to Meloni, and she signed it quickly, without even pausing to read what she was signing.

"OK then," said Dr.Khoury, "Meloni, please get close to Danny and start breastfeeding him. Danny, feel free to suck all the milk you want, also don't be shy and grope and squeeze those enormous breasts as much as you please."

How could I describe what happened next? The air was thick with anticipation as Meloni stood naked in Dr. Khoury's office, her body radiating a sensual energy that filled the room. She was a vision of youthful lust, her curves begging for attention. Her large breasts, heavy with milk, were the centerpiece of this erotic display. They were so full and swollen, the nipples hard and pointing forward, begging to be sucked and caressed. The sheer size of her breasts was astonishing, a rarity even for the most well-endowed women. Her slender legs and curvy hips only added to the allure, a contrast of delicate and voluptuous that was utterly captivating.

Danny, a lecherous older man with a dirty mind, sitting across from her, his eyes locked onto her chest. He couldn't help but stare at Meloni's heaving bosom, the nipples dark and swollen, surrounded by the enlarged purple areolas. His mouth watered at the sight, his oral fixation kicking into high gear. He was a man on a mission, and that mission was to drain every last drop of milk from Meloni's aching breasts.

Meloni, in her naive innocence, was unaware of the intense desire she was stirring in Danny. She stood there, her hands gently caressing her breasts, trying to alleviate the pain of her engorged state. Twenty-four hours without breastfeeding had left her in agony, her body producing milk at an alarming rate. Her nipples leaked, leaving a trail of white liquid down her stomach, a clear indication of her desperate need to be suckled.