Dear Reader, This is the fourth installment of my "Spa" series. Please read the first three before reading this one
.
Ben, Trish and baby Will arrived at the cabin much later than he would have liked, but he didn't mind. He and Trish had been two kids in an adult toy store and a large bag held their purchases. They also stopped at a drug store and purchased an enema kit, plenty of personal lubricant and batteries for the assorted toys they had purchased.
Ben let Trish unload the car while he got the cabin livable. He built a fire in the wood stove, turned on the gas refrigerator and started the generator.
Utility water for the cabin was usually pumped from the pond, but George had pulled the pipe and drained the system for the winter. They had discussed whether or not to hook the system back up. They could dip buckets of water from the pond for toilet flushing and sponge baths, but the weather report didn't call for freezing cold and their little getaway looked like it would be a messy one, so Ben decided to hook up the pump.
He was standing next to the pump, waiting for it to catch it's prime. He looked out over the pond. The fall foliage was at full peak. In the setting sun, the reflection of the colors on the still water was breath taking. Somewhere a loon called and a murder of crows was making its presence know on the other side.
Lost in the moment, he thought back to the previous night. He had never considered his and Trish's sex life as
vanilla.
They had dabbled in light bondage and other variations, but last night had been mind blowing. He had never seen Trish so worked up, so horny, so wild. The only word that came to his mind to describe her was carnal! He had given her three enemas and she had orgasmed at least twice with each. She sucked his cock like a pro and she screamed for him to cum in her ass. Her breasts sprayed milk everywhere and he had tasted her milk for the first time. The evening had been magical. It had been her idea to come to the cabin and continue their newfound sexuality.
The sound of the pump catching it's prime broke his reverie. He noticed his cock was straining against the confines of his thong and jeans. Yes, he was wearing a string thong. That, too, had been Trish's idea. He was wearing her underwear and it was amazingly comfortable. He wasn't sure what had gotten into his beautiful wife or how long it was going last. He didn't care. He was going to ride the wave as long as the wave rolled. Either from the thought or from the evening chill, he shivered.
"Water's hooked up." Ben announced when he got into the cabin. Will was sleeping soundly in his carrier. The fire had warmed the cabin. Trish was stowing the last of their provisions.
Trish walked over to him and gave him a big wet kiss. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth, making his knees go weak.
"Are you hungry?" She asked. She had her arms wrapped around his neck.
"I can wait."
"Well, how about a cocktail?" Trish opened her shirt and nursing bra, exposing her large swollen nipple. "Not to much, Will will be waking soon." Ben lowered his head to her breast. Milk flowed into his mouth the moment he began to suckle. "Oh God, that feels good!" She moaned.
Her milk was sweet and thin. Like drinking sweetened water. Ben savored every drop. He placed his hand on her crotch and rubbed her sex through her pants. Her milk flowed heavier and Trish enjoyed her first orgasm of the evening. She pulled her nipple out of his mouth. "That's enough for now, lover." She placed her hand on Ben's crotch. "Oh my, I see I'm not the only one how needs milking." She gave him another kiss.
"Come watch the sunset." He said to her. "It's beautiful." He took her hand and they walked out onto the porch. Holding each other close, they watch the sun fall behind the mountains.
"It looks like nobody else is here." Trish had noticed that there was no smoke coming from any of the chimneys of the other half-dozen camps that dotted the shore of the pond.
"It's the middle of the week and hunting season hasn't started yet. We are probably the only people within fifty miles."
Trish turned and kissed him again. "How about we spend the next five days naked? I want to be available for you when ever you want." She cupped he hand over the bulge in his pants. "And I want this available to me whenever I want."
Ben's mind was swimming. He had barely uttered out a weak "Sure" when they heard the baby begin to cry.
True to her word, Trish stripped naked before she pulled the baby from the carrier and nursed him.
Ben did the same and watched Trish nurse. It was a beautiful sight. His beautiful wife was naked, sitting in a rocking chair cooing to their beautiful son at her breast. The nipple that the baby was not suckling on was leaking- a small stream of the opaque fluid trailed over the curve of her breast and down her belly. He had never known such bliss.
*****
It had been a long day and the night before had been short. They had eaten, showered and the baby was down for a couple of hours. Ben and Trish made love. It was soft and tender, nothing like the tempest that happened the night before. Trish cuddled up into Ben's arms. "Tomorrow we get to play with those toys. I've got plans for you."
Ben thought about the assortment of toys. There was a variety of butt plugs (including the vibrating one), anal beads, a huge vibrator and the one that Trish didn't know about- the strap-on. He had purchased it after Trish had left the store. When George had asked him if he had ever let Trish fuck him in the ass, he thought George was crazy but, during their wild romp in the spa, Trish had stuck a finger into his rectum and it had sent him to new heights. Maybe George wasn't so crazy after all. He was willing to give it a try.
