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The Milk Maid 2

The Milk Maid 2

by baditty21
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Chapter 1 - Markus

I have always wanted to breastfeed my husband, Tyler. But he's never been terribly into it. He tries for me. But I want to wake up to him suckling my nipples trying to get milk out of them and fall asleep to him sucking them for comfort. I want him to want to milk me in the middle of the day just because he wants to see me produce milk for him. But he's just not that into it. Which I get. We all have things and don't have things sometimes. He always "enjoys what I enjoy" but this thing, I'm not so sure he enjoys it to the extent at which I enjoy it. I thought that I would just have to accept that. But, this is the story of how I became known as "The Milk Maid" amongst my husband's friend group. And I couldn't be happier...

My husband has known Markus almost all of their lives. They grew up together and thought they knew each other pretty well.

My husband and I in the past have been known to be sexually adventurous. But we never really discussed any of that with any of our close friends or family obviously. We didn't really want them knowing that side of us. Until, one day I was moping around the house, wishing my husband would suckle me dry, because I hadn't woken up yet again, with his mouth around my breasts... and he noticed and suggested something, "babe, why don't I call someone in the afternoons to come and at least suck on them and I can just watch, if that will make you more comfortable."

"Honey, I don't know if that's a good idea or not. Who would you even ask such a thing? It's not like you can just call up your best friend and ask him, like "Hey, come suck on my wifes tits, but don't touch her anywhere else, oh and by the way, I have to be present." That would be weird..."

My husband chuckled slightly imagining such a scene. "No, but I can invite him over for lunch, you can put on that beautiful white and blue dress that pushes your breasts together so perfectly and leaves just a small slit open at the top" he pressed a finger between my breasts, "that shows just enough cleavage. And it's perfect for taking down just the breast part so you can breastfeed, and then we can just feel him out, you know. See what he says. If he doesn't act interested in your breasts at all then I won't even mention it. No harm done."

I thought about it for about 2 seconds before I agreed. He would be there and he would be the one asking so what did I have to lose really? If he didn't act interested, then Tyler wouldn't press the issue. We'd just have lunch and I'd look hot in my milkmaid's dress. No harm no foul.

But when the next day came, I woke up dripping wet just in anticipation of getting my nipples sucked every day potentially, and by someone else, while my husband watched. I was also very nervous... Should I act disinterested, like I didn't care or like it. Should I read while he did it? What did Tyler expect? I would inevitably be wet. He had to know that that was going to be a side effect of this... Maybe that's what he was counting on. I got even more excited thinking about him being excited and then me being excited as well. I decided to wear no panties and no bra under my dress. Sometimes, I like to wear nursing bras but I think for this particular occasion, quick and easy is best. The dress will allow me to just untie my breasts and they'll immediately fall out. It will be perfect.

My mouth and my pussy were watering now as I made a delicious salad for lunch with baked chicken for the top. I knew it was Markus' favorite.

Markus and Tyler were at the table just bullshitting back and forth with a very strong drink in hand at the behest of Tyler, so I couldn't really gauge Markus' interest in my breasts yet, but when I sat at the table I knew I'd be able to tell.

I busied myself in the kitchen a few minutes longer pretending not to listen to their conversation. So far I only heard them talking about sports and stocks. So I supposed I better get out there and make it interesting. I presented the salad so that it was covering my breasts at first but I sat the big bowl on the table so that I was bent over directly in front of Markus. I mixed the salad for a moment in front of him. I noticed Markus' eyes immediately locked with my breasts. I smiled.

Tyler asked, "Babe can I help you with anything?" I began serving the salad into each of our bowls. I wanted to try to make my breasts bounce as much as possible but I didn't think it was really working.

"Yeah, can you please go grab the salad dressings and me a drink?"

"Sure no problem."

I finished serving and sat down. Markus finally met my eyes and smiled apologetically. He had been staring for quite a while. I smiled back with what I hoped was reassurance.

"So what's new for you Markus? Anything?"

"No ma'am, just working my life away."

"Markus, are we still doing this? You know calling me ma'am makes me feel old." I always told him that because it sort of did but I also sort of liked it. But I left that part out. It was part of his boyish, southern charm.

"Yes, ma'am" was his response as he smirked. Maybe he could tell I sort of liked it.

I rolled my eyes. I might as well give up, especially today.

"So what's new with work, where are you now?"

"Down in the mines for now unfortunately. I've been working evenings down there."

"Ohhh well I'm so glad you could join us today for lunch. Thank you so much for coming."

"Absolutely."

Tyler came in holding my ice water and three bottles of salad dressing. I took my drink and one bottle of salad dressing from him.

"Thank you so much babe."

He pecked me on the hair briefly and sat the other bottles on the table.

"This looks amazing Tessa, thank you so much for having me over today."

"Oh really, the pleasure is ours." I reached for my husband's hand for just a moment and to my horror that is when he decided to drop the bomb.

"Which actually brings me to why I asked you here today Markus. I'm sorry, but I have a favor to ask."

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I dropped his hand, "Honey, don't you think we should at least wait until we've finished eating?"

Markus interrupted our disagreement, "No, no of course. You guys can ask me anything. Shoot." he said confidently as he picked up his fork and began eating.

I looked down into my lap and began playing with my napkin there instead of meeting his eyes. I had no idea how Tyler was going to ask this and now I was suddenly super nervous.

"Well, Markus, we have a slight dilemma. And if at any point in time, talking about any of this makes you uncomfortable, by all means you can absolutely tell me to shut the fuck up obviously and I won't ever mention another word about it."

"Okay..." Markus sounded more hesitant now. I became even more nervous.

I thought about stopping him but when you say things like that to someone they would feel the need to know now, so there was no stopping it really.

"So, there's really no way to beat around the bush with this so I'm just going to come out and say it. Tessa has sort of a kink that we need help with."

Markus dropped his fork into his bowl and looked between us. He grabbed his napkin and began wiping his mouth.

"I'm sorry, when you say kink, you mean, like... a kink in the hose out back or something?"

"No. I do not mean that kind of kink. I definitely mean the other kind. Should I continue?"

Markus looked between us again, "Yes, please, by all means."

I was slightly relieved and now quickly imaging him hard under the table.

Tyler smiled at me reassuringly, "So, Tessa wants to be 'milked' for lack of a better word. She wants someone to suck on her," he paused, motioning vaguely towards my breasts, "at least once during the afternoons. I obviously have to work during that time... so, we were hoping maybe you'd be willing to help us out in the afternoons?"

Markus looked a little perplexed. "Well what all does this entail?"

"You don't have to do anything else. We really just want to try to produce milk and the machines are expensive, the handheld ones are too laborious obviously, and... I mean I figured what man wouldn't love the opportunity to just suck on nice, plump breasts?"

"But am I allowed to do anything else?"

I loved just knowing that he was even thinking about wanting to. I had always thought it would be kind of hot to have a lot of men at the same time. I had fantasized about it, but I never thought I could actually do it in real life. I'd be too afraid of that many opportunities for things to go wrong.

"Well, what would you want to be allowed to do?" Tyler picked up his fork and began eating. I followed suit now, very interested in this line of questioning and wanting to finally raise my head from my napkin to look at Markus and Tyler.

Markus thought for a moment, as if he hadn't thought it all the way through he just thought about touching me and wanted to be allowed to I guess.

"Can I kiss her?"

"Not on the mouth." Tyler said. I was relieved at that.

"That's fair. Can I touch her pussy?"

He was definitely hard. And so was Tyler. And I was very wet now, nervousness gone.

"Maybe only with your fingers and mouth, if and when she needs it. But I do always have to be present. Working from home I can be present, I just have to be working while this is going on."

"Of course. I mean, yeah if Tessa wants this. I could probably help out during the week at least."

"Oh yes, I very much do. Thank you so much for being willing Markus."

"I mean, of course. No problem."

"So, you wouldn't be able to during the weekend at all?" Tyler asked.

"No, not really. I've got my kids on the weekends."

"Of course. No, we wouldn't want it to affect your life. That would be too big of a commitment." I added, giving my husband the side-eye letting him know that that was asking too much.

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Technically, I knew he should take care of all of it on the weekends but again, every single weekend for a couple of months is a big commitment. Even if you're living with the person you'd be spending every single weekend with. Really for the first few months to get the milk flowing well, I would want to be milked every couple of hours, especially on the weekends. I really didn't think that I would be able to get around using the machines unfortunately. But they were so uncomfortable and they hurt sometimes. Having the lubricant of saliva and a warm mouth was just simply less painful.

We all began eating and chatting again like we hadn't just spoken about kinks and Markus potentially fingering me and eating me out after he sucked on my breasts. But I was eager, now that he had agreed, to have him milk me on the couch. Tyler would be logging back on at the table in just a few moments and I would be able to sit on the couch with Markus as he sucked on my breasts. The dining room and living room were attached so Tyler would be able to "supervise" as he worked.

Markus helped me in the kitchen after I cleared the table and he began washing the dishes.

"I've got these Tessa, if you want to go relax."

"That's so sweet of you Markus. Thank you." He was always very helpful when he came over but I knew he was being extra helpful knowing he was about to suck on my breasts.

I went into the living room and settled on the couch. I thought maybe starting a tv show would be best while I was having a "milking session" maybe? He could listen to it that way as well and maybe it wouldn't be so awkward? Tyler scheduled his calls for later in the afternoon so we wouldn't have to worry about him being on zoom or anything during this.

Markus came into the living room and sat down next to me on the couch.

"Oh, Big Bang Theory, that's one of my favorite shows."

"Mine too. I figured this would be light hearted enough while you... you know."

We had never even sat this close to each other before. I was very nervous.

He nodded his head. "Right." He was staring at my breasts again. "And you're absolutely sure you're okay with this, Tyler?"

"Absolutely my friend! Enjoy." He smiled at us but Markus couldn't see him as he wasn't facing him. He just wanted the verbal confirmation I guess?

"May I?" He motioned his hands towards my dress.

I wasn't sure what he meant but I nodded, "of course."

My eyes were locked on his as he untied the top of my dress. My breasts released from the dress's hold and he pulled the fabric out of the way, so he could see my breasts on full display now. I looked over at Tyler and he was keeping an eye out but also working diligently. I felt like he sort of wanted to give us some privacy as well.

I was breathing heavier now. "Can you, um, just before you get started maybe, could you possibly just tease the nipples until they shrink up a little? And I have a pillow here for your head. You can just lay on my lap probably." I moved the pillow to my lap

"Yeah, of course.", he grabbed both of my breasts and began teasing my nipples with his thumbs.

I sighed, knowing I was about to get some relief. Even though I wasn't producing milk yet, it still felt as if a weight was lifted every time I was milked. Like my breasts were heavy until they were sucked on. He played with my breasts squeezing them, flicking the nipples back and forth for a moment before he finally took one in his mouth. The position didn't look very comfortable but he kept going so I wasn't about to stop him. He sucked hungrily at first.

"Here, lay on my lap." I gently touched his shoulders to encourage him to move back. He did as he was instructed. I placed one breast in his mouth and made sure that I could at least see the top of my nipple and his bottom lip like I had read online. He began suckling gently now. I leaned back into the couch and began watching the show again. I absentmindedly started twirling his hair between my fingers. After about 15 minutes I told him to switch. He detached with a sucking noise and moved to my other breast. It felt so good now, I wanted to rub my clit but I didn't. That wasn't ever discussed, I suddenly realized. I didn't know if, for our first time, I wanted to ask or just leave it up to Tyler to ask Markus later when I wasn't around. So I just squeezed my legs together and tried to rub my pussy against the couch as best I could.

"Markus, my wife's pussy is very, very greedy. She might need you to finger her at least before you go today. I can tell she's getting needy over there."

I guess Tyler noticed me trying to ease the ache between my legs.

I looked at Markus apologetically. "Sorry."

He smiled with my breast in his mouth shaking his head, I hoped it meant, "No problem."

"You don't have to. I can take care of it if you need to go or anything."

"Please, no. I want to take care of it."

The need in his eyes and the way he said, "take care of it" would have made my knees weak if I had been standing.

I nodded as he sat up, stood next to the couch, grabbed both of my thighs, and pulled me down the couch so that I was laying in a comfortable position. I almost came right then. I put the pillow that had been on my lap behind my head so I could see better. My wet pussy was now on display as my dress had ridden up as I was dragged down the couch and both men were smiling gleefully. Markus pointed down at my pussy and said, " Man Tyler, you get to fuck this EVERY night man?! If I had known sooner..." he shook his head in disbelief. I blushed at his compliment. I knew I was decent looking but I never thought I was anything to write home about. His compliment made me feel like I was more than decent looking.

He settled on the couch between my legs and before touching me, looked up and said, "Can I please eat your pussy, Tessa?" The way he begged made me want to whimper but I didn't because it also made me feel very powerful.

"Yes, Markus. Please, eat my pussy." He dove right in and started kissing the insides of both of my thighs first, as his fingers slid up and down my slit. My eyes closed briefly and started to roll in the back of my head as his fingers entered inside me. But I wanted to watch Tyler watching us. He was looking on fervently. I could see him stroking his cock through his pants under the table, work completely forgotten now. I smiled knowing he was enjoying this as much as I was.

Markus fingered me and sucked my clit just right, and ate me out like a man starving, until I came, twice.

I knew Markus had to be hard as a rock and needing relief but he was polite as he was leaving and we never discussed if I could touch him or do anything to him. And neither Tyler nor Markus asked or mentioned it. So I just took that to mean that Tyler didn't want me touching anyone else yet. But I didn't mind. I will be loving all of this attention. Tyler will be taking care of my milking sessions in the morning and in the evening, hopefully. Then on the weekends and maybe if Tyler has to go away on business or anything, then we can arrange someone else to come help. It almost felt like we were asking someone to babysit me or something. Like a babysitter boyfriend or something. I giggled at the thought.

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