I'm a 29 year old woman, who's been married to a great man for just over 6 years now. We got married after college, and then had our first child 13 months ago. We're always enjoyed sex, both intimate coupling between two people in love, and just hot, nasty sex between two lust-filled sluts. Sometimes we make love, sometimes we have sex, sometimes we fuck. I love all our different modes to pleasure each other.
Since my teens I've been very into being fit, and keeping my body in shape, so it was with some trepidation that I watched my body change during my pregnancy. Towards the end of it I felt so big and fat, and charged with hormones, was so insecure as to my attractiveness. But my husband Allan was such a sweetheart, always telling me how sexy I was, how it was just a phase, and how beautiful I looked while pregnant. The only part I did enjoy was how big my breasts got. I've always had a nicely shaped pair, 34C, but during my pregnancy they swelled up into D's, and added an inch. They began to throb, and felt tight and heavy. From my readings, I knew I was staring the process of producing milk, and was filling my tits up.
I was about 8 months pregnant when, horny as usual, I straddled my hubbys stiff cock and guided it into my pussy. As we got into a rhythm, he found my swollen tits, and began to suck as usual. Allan just loves my tits, always has. But this time a deeper moan came out of his mouth, and a tingly sensation passed though my nipples, as a feeing of relief washed across my tit.
Oh my God, I thought, I'm pumping milk. Into my husband's sucking mouth. The thought was filthy and sexy at the same time. Allan seemed overcome with lust, as his thrusts into my pussy stopped so he could concentrate on sucking me dry.
After that, we incorapted my new treat into our sex life, and Allan would frequent my hanging tits for a suck and taste of my sweet milk. He would often get a mouthful, then break off my boobs to give me a taste. I must say, I tasted good. Sweet, warm and creamy.
Our son was born without any problems, and is now healthy and growing young lad, getting so much bigger every day. The relief of my pregnancy being over, combined with all those hormones still coursing though my body, made me as horny as I've ever been, and I insisted on being fucked every day. When Allan was too tired, I demanded that he watch me as I fucked myself on my vibe, kneeing over his face as I reached my climax, to drip hot pussy juice into his open mouth. He would suck my milk laded tits when he could, though we did put our son first, and only engaged in milk play when I had extra milk.
One weekend, Allan and his best friend from college, Will, took off for a few days of camping and hiking. They like to go farther and faster that I do, so I often stay at home, especially since I need to take care of our son. I spent the time while he was gone visiting with friends, catching up on things, and letting my pussy become hungry with lust for his cock and tongue.
He was due back home Sunday, so I dropped my son off at Allan's mom's place for the night, so we could enjoy some quiet time together. Allan comes home after all that hiking super horny too, so I decided to meet him at the door dressed in heels, stockings, garter belt, pink satin panties, and a baby doll top that barely covered my tits. My son hadn't been very hungry that morning, so my tits were still full of milk, and building all the time. I had a roast in the over for dinner, and waiting for Allan to come home.
I passed the time by idly rubbed my pussy though my soft panties, reading soft-core porn on the computer. At about dinner time I heard his car pull into the driveway, and the though of my sexy man walking up to the door made my heart beat, pussy flush, and thin trickles of milk drip from my nipples. I was wet in both places for my man, and toddled downstairs in my heels and stockings to meet him.
Imagine my surprise when not only did Allan walk though the front door, but Will as well! I know I should have turned and went into the bedroom to more properly cover myself for company, but the shock of seeing him there, when I'd been expecting to throw my arms around my husband, froze me in place. Plus, truth be told, I'd always had a thing for Will. He was similar in size and shape to Allan, so it wasn't like I wanted a different type of man. He was just a super nice guy, funny, warm, and a good friend. He was shy around women, even with the friend's of mine that I tried setting him up with, which was surprising considering how good looking he was. I guess I considered it a compliment how open and friendly he was around me, like I was a person he liked and could be himself with, just like with Allan.
"Honey I'm home," Allan smiled as he shut the door. "We worked up quite the appetite on our hikes, so I brought Will over for dinner. I hope you don't mind."
"Now why would I mind our friend over for dinner. You know you're always welcome here Will. Always." Allan knew I was going to be all sexily dressed when I met him at the door, as I always do, so he'd planned this our. I played along, and figured I'd give Will something to think about for when he was back at his place that night.
"C'mon boys. Dinner's just about ready. Get washed up, and I'll serve the roast. You two don't look or smell like you've been hiking for days."
"We cleaned up at the campground before we drove back. We wanted to be presentable for such a beautiful lady." Allan said. He was such a smoothie when he wanted.
I smiled, spun on my heels, and walked to the kitchen, making sure my ass swayed under my baby doll as much as I could. If that didn't get the boys' interest up, then I'm sure the click of my heels on the title floor of the kitchen did.
They followed me in, and sat down at the table. I served dinner, and the three of us ate. I know how hard it must have been for the boys to talk about their hiking, with my swollen breasts slowing soaking the thin material of my baby doll as I sat across from the table from them.
The roast was great, and the pleasure of a full belly, combined with the wine we were drinking, created a happy, warm feeling in my body. I let my mind wander back to Will. One of the friends I'd set him up with had gone out with him for a few weeks, and she, being the slut she was, had put out to him very quickly.
When we were drinking one night she told me the details of their sex, saying how good of a lover he was, and how thick and long his meat was. Adulterous thoughts filled my head as I thought back to this, spurred on my the blatant stares of both boys at my now leaking tits.
Now slightly buzzed, charged up by the lustful attention the boys paid to me, I stood up and grabbing a full glass of wine said "I'm off to the living room. Why don't you all clean up in here, and then join me?"
The click of my heels filled the kitchen as I walked out, into our comfy living room, and laid out on the oversized sofa. Another swig of wine, another addition to the fuzz of my eyesight, as I though about the possibilities.
Allan knew what I'd be dressed like. Yet he still had Will come over. And he was sitting right next to his buddy as the feasted their eyes over me during dinner. We'd never talked about bringing another person into our bed, but that's what it seemed like Allan was steering us towards. And since it was Will, our friend, it didn't seem awkward or out of place.
