"Well, I don't think that we need to worry about it going to waste," I responded, thinking about how nice it tasted in my coffee.
"Oh, really. And I suppose that you are going to say that instead of expressing into the sink, I should just let you drink it instead."
I don't know why the thought hadn't occurred to me before, but not that she mentioned it, I knew that I wasn't accepting any other option.
"It does seem to me to be the best option."
"Fine. But I'm sitting up for it."
"Of course. Why don't you come sit in my lap?" I asked, holding out my arms to her.
She crawled over and straddled my lap, kneeling on the bed, which put her engorged tit right at mouth height for me. As I closed my lips around her nipple, just as I began to suck, my mouth began to fill with the warm sweetness of her milk. I eagerly began to drink it down, savoring the flavor as I flicked her sensitive nipple with my tongue. She moaned and pulled my head tighter against her boob. Taking my hands, I ran one down her back to her generous ass, and started gropping it, knowing that she tended to like it. My other hand reached down for her cunt, which I find was already dripping. I played with her clit for a moment, which caused her to shudder. I kept a tight latch with my mouth on her tit, otherwise she probably would have ended up spraying milk everywhere. I couldn't pull my pajama pants down with her on to of me, but I was able to free my raging erection from their confines. My wife took one hand off the back of my head to rest down and grab my cock, jerking it a couple of times.
"Oh, yes Baby, give it to me," she moaned.
I lined myself up at her dripping entrance, all the while drinking a steady flow of her delicious nectar. As I started to thrust upwards, she thrust down against me, impaling herself to the hilt. I couldn't believe his sexy it was too be drinking from her while buried inside of her as well. She began bouncing up and down relentlessly moaning with each stroke. Between my mouth on her tit and my cock in her pussy, it didn't take long before she was cumming, which increased the strength of her milk stream. As she ground against me in her orgasm, with her cunt spasming along my cock, and her milk pouring into my mouth, I didn't last much longer. It seemed like my filling her insides was some sort of a signal, as when I did the milk flowing into my mouth started to slow down. I continued sucking until nothing more came out, while she continued shifting back and forth, still planted on my dick.
"Ok, I think that that's enough," she said, pulling her tit out of my mouth. "Thanks for the help. I think that in the end, you were probably right about this being the best option."
I smiled. Having her admit that I was right was just icing on the cake to what had just taken place, but sweet and welcome none the less. She didn't seem to want to get off of me and so I shifted so that I could lay down. She settled into me and we went to sleep still attached at the hip.
The next morning after she handed my coffee, my wife leaned in close and whispered, "And don't worry. I already put milk in it for you."
I took a sip and smiled. I had the best wife in the world.
