It was several weeks before I heard from Harmony. She told me that she had a surprise that she knew I would enjoy but that it would require some coordination. After a couple of false-starts, a date popped up when my wife would be visiting her sister in Ohio. I found myself knocking on Harmony's door. But she didn't answer it. Her friend Kit, who I hadn't seen in twenty years, did. I had a crush on Kit back in college and had even hinted clumsily that I wanted to have a three-way with her and Harmony. The hint was not well received.
But here I was being invited in by Kit, who had only gotten better looking with age. She had been a tall, pretty, skinny college sophomore with a brunette version of the "Farrah Fawcett" hair-do when I had last seen her. She still had nice long hair, but had added some very nice curves to her still trim figure. Harmony greeted me with a hug and poured wine for all of us.
Harmony explained that Kit was a single mom who lived a few towns over with her mom. They had reconnected a few months ago and got together periodically to catch up and share stories of single-motherhood.
"I told Kit about you helping me out with my excess milk production," Harmony said with a sly smile.
"Yes," said Kit. "I was very jealous. Harmony and I delivered within a week of each other and I have the same problem."
I became a bit nervous at the thought that my little affair with Harmony had become more widely known. I guess it showed.
Harmony quickly said, "Kit knows you're married and neither of us wants to create any problems with that. But she and I got to talking about breastfeeding and what to do about all the milk. After a glass or two of wine, I told her that you had helped me out."
"She made it sound so good. I was jealous. And she told me that you had wanted to do a three-way with me back in college. And I remembered how handsome you were back then and started to get ideas..." Kit said. "You're still very handsome. I find a little grey hair to be very sexy."
Kit reached out and flicked my hair. She looked so sexy. Even though she wore a baggy sweater, I could see she had kept herself in good shape and bounced back from pregnancy quickly. I really wanted to get a sense of her breasts. She had been a "barely-B-cup" back in the day. I reached out and stroked her hair which had a few strands of grey in it.
"Yes, a little grey can be very nice," I said. "So, Kit, you're breastfeeding?"
She nodded. I pointed at Harmony and she nodded. Both women were smiling as I tried to grasp just how lucky I had gotten here. Harmony sat at one end of her sofa and spoke.
"Let me dumb this down for you, Stud. You're alone in a house with two women who are furiously lactating and haven't relieved the pressure since this morning in anticipation of having you here to help us out. I can feel my milk letting down now, so I need you to put your head in my lap and stretch out."
As she spoke, Harmony peeled off her sweatshirt and undid her bra. I never could resist the sight of her huge hangers. I collapsed on the sofa positioning my head below and between her enormous tits. I saw milk steadily dripping from her left nipple, but she grasped her right breast in both hands and kneaded it before feeding the big nipple into my mouth. I latched on and suckled. My mouth was filled with warm, sweet milk. I gulped it down and settled into an unhurried rhythm of suckling and swallowing. I could smell the faint floral perfume Harmony always wore. The fullness of her fleshy breasts was soft soft against my face. I nuzzled into the full fleshy pillows. Before long I could feel wetness on my chest. I looked up and Harmony's unattended left breast was squirting its milk from her long, thick nipple in a delicate arc onto my chest. We shifted and I latched onto the fountaining teat and greedily gulped down its liquid treasure.
As I began to suckle this milk reservoir, a saw Kit kneeling behind the sofa, watching Harmony and me at close range. She reached over and unbuttoned my shirt, rubbing my chest. I heard Kit let out a very quiet moan at the same moment that Harmony purred softly. Both women smiled.
"Watching you suckle from Harmony's big breasts has triggered my 'let down' reflex. I hope you're thirsty, Stud." Kit said in a husky whisper, using Harmony's pet-name for me.
Kit took a place at the other end of the sofa. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her removing her sweater. Wow. Her "barely-Bs" had developed into a pair of large, firm, round tits that barely betrayed any of the effects of gravity. When she removed her bra they looked even bigger with dark aureole and small but stiff nipples, each tipped with a little, white droplet of milk.
I sort of rotated on the sofa putting my head on Kit's lap. I grabbed a small pillow for under my head to reach Kit's tits as they didn't hang as low as Harmony's did. My hand caressed her left breast. It was so much firmer than Harmony's, although not quite as humongous. I brought my mouth to her nipple and began to suck. Kit moaned.
"Harder, please. Suck harder and squeeze it," Kit whispered.