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."