I've posted two previous stories about my wife Lauren, and accidental exposures she's experienced. The first tells about when she was topless after breastfeeding in the car, and the second was when my employee Jake stumbled into her topless in our house. This latest account also involves Jake.
A little about Lauren. She's very petite - 4'11" tall, normally 95 pounds but down to 86 pounds due to breastfeeding our second child right now... not much more than skin, bones, and boobs!
Ordinarily, her breasts are small, barely fitting a 34A bra, but when she's breastfeeding she is a 34C, bordering 34D. She "suffers" from hyperlactation, over-producing milk, which means she's constantly engorged. Swollen and firm, her breasts are taut as a drum and leak milk frequently (and spray, especially when pressure is applied).
Her nipples are about an inch long and almost three-quarters of an inch thick, and both nipples and areola have turned a delicious shade of pink, in contrast to the spidery blue veins on her swollen, creamy white breasts. With not a bit of sag, they looked like they'd pop if you poked them with a pin.
Lauren has dark wavy hair, a little past her shoulders. She avoids showing cleavage, although her voluptuous milk-engorged breasts tend to show some in spite of her efforts.
She had a bit of a traumatic delivery with our second, so it's taken a few months for her to get back to being interested in sex, but boy, it's good now. It doesn't take long for her breasts to start dripping, and once things get rolling they start spraying. She's mortified by it, but.... I don't mind one bit.
One day last week, I was at the office for some desk work. All my employees except the aforementioned Jake were out on jobs; he was doing some work in the shop. Lauren had called, and was going to drop off with some new decorations she had bought for the office. She had dropped the kids off at her parents for the afternoon so she could run some errands and get some "me-time" without the little rugrats.
She looked wonderful when she came in. She was wearing a loose flared wrap skirt and a scoop-neck sleeveless top with a little bit of cleavage visible. She was toting a couple bags into the lobby area, so I came out of my office to help.
We moved some furniture around, rearranged the desks, and took some pictures off the wall. My favorite activity.... redecorating the office... Lauren likes to do it every now and then, but I don't really care what it looks like.
As we worked, every time she bent over I got an open view down her blouse, exposing enough of her swollen breasts to see her nursing pads in her bra. That always gets me warmed up. She was wearing one of her older nursing bras, one that I knew from experience was a bit stretched out and loose. I don't know how they work, but her wrap skirt allowed her leg to slip out when she had it propped up on a stool, baring up to her mid thigh.
I couldn't handle the tantalizing any more. I got behind her, and slid my hand up her smooth leg from her bare foot (she took her shoes off upon arrival) to her soft thigh while wrapping my other hand around her waist. She turned slightly, and we kissed. She went back to hanging a frame on the wall, but I persisted. I slid my hand up further, discovering her slim bikini panties, then pulled back down and massaged her thigh.
She tried to ignore me, and finished hanging the picture frame. I slipped my hands underneath her shirt and caressed her slim stomach. Nursing had dropped her quite a bit below her pre-pregnancy weight, and I could feel every one of her ribs. My hands continued upwards until they slipped under the stretched out lower band of her nursing bra and brushed into the underside of her full breasts.
"Someone might see!" she said, glancing at the glass storefront. "The people next door aren't open today, and Jake is the only one here, and he's out in the shop," I replied as I moved my hands up and cupped her firm breasts. I could feel her nipples harden in my palms as I gently squeezed.
She sighed - I could almost hear her eyes rolling in the process. She turned toward me and we shared a deep kiss. "Do you want to take this somewhere more... private?" she asked me. I didn't need any additional encouragement, and swept her off the stool. As I carried her into my office, I tipped the door closed with my foot.
Once inside, I set her down on my desk, and pulled her blouse up over her head. The motion caused her stretched bra to ride up, exposing almost the entire lower half of her breasts. I whistled as she unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, boobs swaying as she did so. She was a sight to behold. The pale, creamy skin of her breasts was topped with the wonderful contrast of her pink areola and nipples. Light veins traced their path across her breasts, additional evidence of her hyper-lactation besides the engorgement. I stripped my shirt off and picked her up again. Lauren wrapped her legs around me as we engaged in some passionate kissing.
After a few minutes, I picked her up a little higher and kissed my way down into her cleavage, the warm swell of her chest encasing my face. I then brushed my lips around the perimeter of her breasts, and began circling in toward her erect nipple. This always got her wild with desire, and even more so with the hormones of pregnancy and breastfeeding. Finally, I plunged in around her milk-hydrant and twirled it with my tongue.
Lauren gasped and pulled me in tighter. I alternated breasts, gently tugging on her nipples with my lips and sucking cool air in, swirling the hard bud in my mouth and then switching to the other side. Suddenly, I could feel a surge of heat pulse through her breast as her nipple swelled to its maximum size. The dam burst, and her mothers' hydrant fired a fine jet of hot, sweet milk into my mouth.
As I sucked her right breast I groped her left, twiddling her nipple with my fingers. Momentarily, that one began dribbling breastmilk into my hand. She moaned half in pleasure, half in bashfulness at the mess she would be making (always a mother, always cleaning up).
I pulled off, catching her stream in my open mouth. It must have been a few hours since she last nursed or pumped, because the spray was intensifying instead of slacking off. She had five or six streams spraying from her right nipple, while the left had a constant flow of fast drops (must have been the side she fed from last).
This was getting to be too much for me. I set her down, standing in one of the office chairs. Reaching up under her skirt, I found her panties, and tugged them down off her firm little butt, leaving them in a pile at her feet. I felt back up her smooth, lotioned legs, and found her practically dripping wet with anticipation. Lauren was holding her breasts in an attempt to stem the flood of milk, but her body was not responding to any efforts to slow the tide.
"I'm making such a mess!" she lamented. I reassured her that it was no problem, and that I'd take her mess over my work any day of the week. She laughed and let her hands drop, breasts bouncing slightly with the motion. She held her hands up, fingers down, and let the milk drip off. "This is ridiculous. If you'd told me ten years ago that I'd produce this much milk, I would have never believed it."
I grabbed my office chair and pulled it over, then quickly unzipped my pants and pulled them down, briefs and all. I couldn't have been any harder or more ready for action. Lauren then pushed me into the chair and stepped down from her perch. She trailed a finger down my chest to my groin, dribbling milk on me in the process from both boobs. She held one hand in front of her spraying nipple, then rubbed my rigid rod with the pearly liquid. She turned around, flipped her skirt up, and backed down into my lap. She guided herself onto me and slowly sank until she was completely impaled. We both let out a groan.
Slowly she set to work, gliding up and sliding down. I kissed her shoulders and neck like a mad vampire, caressing her hips and waist and sliding my hands up to her still trickling breasts. Man, do I enjoy this hyperlactation problem of hers!
We picked up our pace. My hands feverishly roamed her firm breasts, stroking them into a renewed frenzy. Squeezing them, I could get jets of milk to shoot almost to the office door four feet away. She started to pant and grab my hands, encouraging me on.
We plowed ahead as things rapidly heated up. I held her tight around the waist with one hand while fondling her breast with the other. Lauren twisted his neck slightly and we passionately kissed, and...
I realized the door was open and Jake was standing there with a box in his hands.
With his "impeccable" timing, Jake had walked in to see me in a chair with my pants around my ankles, very plainly engaged in sex with my wife, who was facing the doorway naked to the waist, and with milk streaming from her very firm breasts as she bounced in my lap.
We all froze for what seemed like five seconds but was probably just a moment or two. Lauren reacted first, instinctively covering her breasts with her hands and bending forward into a sort of ball. I reached to the side to grab a shirt or something to cover her with, but nothing was in reach. Jake stepped backwards, bumping into the door jamb on his way out of the office.
We sat like that for a few more stunned seconds, when Lauren let out a big breath, and called "Jake! Come on back." I tried to stand so I could grab one of our shirts but she elbowed me in the ribs, forcing me back down. I started to protest, but she squeezed me with her legs as she sat up, almost provoking a yelp from me.
Jake gingerly poked his head back in, then back out when he saw Lauren still in my lap, although she was covering herself with crossed arms.
"No, no... come back in. Don't mind me," she said. I nearly choked. "Don't mind me. You obviously had something you needed to tell Bob. Come on in."
