I've known Dean & Michaela for years. Michaela is a petite strawberry blonde whose knickers I've wanted to get into probably from when first we met, but have never tried to for a variety of reasons. Even though they're very broadminded and if I asked they'd either say yes or say no and not be offended. Once when she stayed at mine I did wrap a worn candy-striped cotton thong around my cock and wanked while she was out. And over the years, Michaela has teased me knowingly and unknowingly a number of times. I've seen her in a school uniform when she and Dean were on their way to a fancy dress party AND she flashed her knickers at me - twice; she's put my hands on her (covered) tits and once when she and Dean stayed at mine she went to the kitchen to make a morning cup of tea wearing just the t shirt she slept in, she reached up to a high shelf and her t shirt rode up exposing the bottom of her bum cheeks and some pubic hair through the gap between her legs.
Of my many 'kinks', one is pregnant women and another is women who are lactating. Well, having had a baby about a year ago, Michaela is currently breastfeeding. On the way to stay with them a few months ago I couldn't help but recall a conversation we'd all had a number of years before. For some reason we started talking about human milk and all of us kind of wondered what it would taste like. Well, I decided to remind them of the conversation.
On the Saturday afternoon, Dean's mother came round and insisted on babysitting until the next day so we could go out. Time was getting on, so getting ready was a bit of a rush job. I showered and shaved first and then while Dean used the bathroom I went downstairs to ask Michaela if I could use their iron. I'm fairly light on my feet and they have the quietest staircase I've ever known. The living room door was ajar and for some reason I looked through the gap between door and frame before I entered the room, to see Michaela sat watching television with a double electric breast pump milking her as she held her top up. I stood there mesmerised for what seemed like hours as the machine pulled on the nipple closest me, my cock hardening. The bottles on the pump were nearly full, so I crept back upstairs and lay on my bed gently wanking for five minutes being sure not to get sweaty and determined not to cum. By the time I noisily walked through the door, I was hiding my erection with my shirt and Michaela was pulling her top down.
When Michalea was ready she looked stunning wearing heels and a lovely blue dress that stopped a few inches above her knee and was fairly low cut at the front. I spent much of the evening wondering if she was wearing stockings or tights. We took a taxi into town, stopping first at Dean's mothers to drop off the baby. We went for dinner, bar hopped for a while and ended the evening in a fairly quiet but plush bar that stayed open late.
Here in a secluded booth I mentioned our conversation years earlier about breastmilk and asked if they'd tried it. Michaela blushed a little and Dean said "Well, warm obviously. Quite sweet."
"Also it depends on what I've been eating and drinking." Michaela added. Unfortunately, that was about the sum total of the conversation.
"Hmmm. OK. Right then, one more drink before they close. Same again?"
"Oh, yes please they nodded."
While I was stood at the bar, I could see Dean & Michaela talking quite animatedly in the mirror in front of me. They glanced at me occasionally but it was obvious they weren't arguing. They'd stopped by the time I returned with the drinks and Michaela excused herself to visit the toilet.
"So, what's it like being single again? Lots of wild sex with lots of women?"
"I wish. I haven't had any for months."
"Really? Ha! So even I'm getting more than you!"
"Thanks."
