Walking out to the car Heather said, "I am going to take you to my house. I have some things there that you might be able to use."
"But I ought to be back at the office by now." I protested. "You're with the boss's wife," she reminded me, "and I can do anything I like!"
Driving to their home, Heather told me a lot more about her relationship with Bob. Things that I would never have realized if she hadn't have told me.
"As far as my being a 'cow' is concerned, Bob told me when I was pregnant with Natalie that mother's milk was a great turn on for him, and since then I have been able to indulge him." she told me. "Bob is a very open, honest man, and our relationship is built on that honesty, and, above all an ability to communicate with each other. I do so hope you and Ron have that. It is so valuable in any marriage, I don't think ours would have lasted without it. Of course that openness extends to our sex lives as well, and we indulge in all the things that please us both. Bob had always loved my breasts, and when Natalie was born, it was a fantasy come true for him. I would just lower a milk-laden nipple to his mouth and he would get an erection immediately. And that was a turn on for me. The difference between a baby suckling and a grown man was more than psychological, and it quickly became a part of our sex lives that we didn't want to give up. I was producing far more milk than most first baby Moms, so there was no danger of our game damaging the future of our child."
"Yes, I replied, "The doctor has told me that I ought to make more milk than the baby will need." I told her.
"I would think so!" she replied.
We arrived at the house and went in through the kitchen. Heather stopped to pour two glasses of wine and I followed her to the master bedroom. Opening a dresser drawer, she scooped up an armful of bras in all colors, shapes and sizes, which she allowed to spill out of her arms and all over the bed.
"There must be something here that will fit you," she began, holding up one that seemed enormous. Approaching me, she held it up to my bosom.
"Slip out of the dress, and we'll try it on." she said.
I think that, under any other circumstances, and with anybody else, I might not have acted so blatantly. But in Heather's company I felt perfectly at ease and did as I was bid, immediately dropping the shift to the floor almost before the words were out of her mouth. There I stood, my belly sticking out, my boobs dangling, looking like a little schoolgirl about to receive a spanking.
Heather handed me the bra and, as I put it on, adjusted the straps for me. It was almost too big, but I thought that might be good thing.
"I have several others you might try," she said, rummaging through the pile on the bed. "Try them on while I take a shower."
She unbuckled her belt, and then, as she undid the buttons on her dress, I saw the rest of her body for the first time. Underneath the dress she wore only a garter belt and stockings, and her pussy was shaved bare. Noticing my stare she asked, "Surprised?"
"No." I managed to reply.
"You will be!" she announced, and sat on the edge of the bed. I watched, fascinated, as she spread her legs wide and, with finger and thumb, reached inside her open pussy. She slowly pulled out a long, almost penis-shaped sponge and held it up for me to see.
"Another one of our games." she said. "Bob knows how much my pussy gushes when I come, so many years ago he suggested I save it. Using the sponge means that when I have an orgasm the sponge can easily soak up my juices and they don't run down my leg, which could be embarrassing!"
"What do you do with it?" I asked incredulously.
"Flavor salads, drinks, anything that could use a little spicing-up!" Heather told me. "We use it on unsuspecting guests and both Bob and I get a kick out of it." Then she added, almost as an afterthought, "So do the girls and James."
Heather squeezed the sponge over a funnel she had inserted in the neck of a small jar on the dresser.
"Oh! It's lovely and wet!" She exclaimed. "That's because I came three times in the restaurant!"
"When?" I asked her as I unhooked the bra she had given me.
"When you were sucking on my tits, of course!" She answered, squeezing the last drops out of the sponge. When she had finished she raised her fingers to her nose and inhaled deeply. "Ahh!" she sighed, "I don't know why it is but I have always loved both the smell and the taste of my own sex."
I took her wet fingers and held them under my own nose. The heady musky scent of her sexual juices had an immediate and profound effect on me. All those memories of school came flooding back in an instant, my nipples instantly hardened and I could feel the wetness between my own legs. I could almost see those days in the locker room with Jennifer, and recall how we would masturbate together, and then masturbate each other. More recently with Ron, one of the things I loved was to kiss him after he had eaten me out for a while. I reveled in the taste of my own pussy juices, just like Heather. Her scent was similar to mine and I loved it!
Almost instinctively I opened my mouth wide and sucked her fingers in up to the knuckles. I sucked hard, savoring the taste of her secretions. Bob and Heather were right: Heather tasted wonderful! I knew the sexuality of the moment was having its effect on me, my own juices were running down my thigh, so turned on I had become. I couldn't remember having such a copious flow since before I had become pregnant.
Heather took her middle finger and rubbed it along the length of my slit, feeling how wet I had become. She put her finger in her own mouth.
"Mmmm," she murmured, "You taste as good as I do, but I think I would like to drink directly from the fountain."
