My wife, Molly, and her childhood friend Torie had hoped to get pregnant around the same time, and they'd gotten their wishes. They had chosen a special restaurant for a double date one night, and managed to surprise each other with their news. Watching my lovely auburn-haired wife flush with color as she laughed in pure joy, and watching her best friend clutch her with a bright white smile bigger than the sun taking up her heart-shaped face, made me so grateful that both of them had this friendship in their lives.
Five months in, things were smooth sailing for me and Molly, but when Torie came by our place for a backyard cookout with her husband, he took a swig of Sam Adams (I wasn't drinking, in solidarity with Molly) and told me he didn't think it was going to work out.
"It's not for me," he said, swishing the beer around in his bottle. "I'll send her checks, I can't run away from that, but the newborn stuff-it's not going to be me."
"It's a little late for that, man," I said, my blood pressure rising.
"Nah," he said, "it's not. Good luck, though, it sounds like you guys are doing all right. And Molly's tits look great."
I knocked the beer bottle out of his hand. I'm normally a gentle guy, but as the bottle smashed on the ground, I stepped close to him and tried my best to intimidate his 5'8" frame with my 6'2" one. "Leave around the side," I said. "Torie's staying here tonight."
"That's an overreaction, Ben," he said. "I-"
I made a sudden movement and he bolted.
Torie and Molly talked late into the night. I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed with Torie the next day as I saw her slink out of the spacious second bedroom, where she and Molly had comforted each other. She didn't even look that upset, I thought, seeing her curvy frame from behind; her perfect posture made her look confident, with a round bottom flaunted in the fitted sundress she'd worn for the cookout the night before and her long brunette hair swept up and revealing slim, poised shoulders. But when she turned around and briefly made eye contact with me, I saw that her lips were in a trembling pout, and her big doe eyes shone with emotion. She gave me a brief wave with her small hand and left down the stairs.
Molly came into our room. "This is so rough, Ben," she said, frowning. A cute chin dimple appeared in her worried face, and I took her into my arms to kiss it.
"He's an asshole," I reassured her. "She's going to have a much better life cashing his checks and looking for her own fulfillment."
"I don't disagree," Molly sighed. "But I feel like...survivor's guilt, right? I have you, and I just feel so bad that she doesn't have her you."
I grinned. "She'll find a me," I said. "But I'm grateful she has YOU. You're a great friend."
Molly blushed, and I kissed the freckles on her tiny nose, and around to her ears, giving them a little lick to make her squeal.
Torie hashed things out with her husband the next day. He had already packed to leave for his parents' house in the Hamptons, like he felt no friction peeling himself away from the woman he had claimed to love. Torie couldn't bear the idea of being home alone, so we suggested she stay with us for at least a little bit.
Even though I was supportive of their friendship and wanted to open my home to a friend in need, I wasn't thrilled, to be honest, because ever since Molly had gotten pregnant, we had been having louder and more frequent sex than ever. Her milk had come in early-we had put in the time and effort to make it happen, because it had been a dream we'd both shared for a long time.
Now I often woke in the morning to my beautiful auburn-haired wife drawing her breasts across my face, the cute freckles across her collarbone and slightly down her chest giving way to creamy, swollen titflesh with pinker than pink nipples. I loved her needy face as she waited for me to catch a nipple in my mouth and begin to suckle, relieving her heavy milk jugs of all that had accumulated in the night. She would position herself on my cock to ride me, her belly growing and beautiful but still no obstacle, and let her tits hang in my face with the most satisfied look on her face. I only let a nipple leave my mouth to draw her close to me, look over her shoulder, and watch her pert ass rise and fall as she worked my cock with her tight pussy.
We could maybe still pull that off, but I was sure nights would change even more with Torie around. I had frequently found myself unable to wait to get up to our bedroom when I saw Molly's breasts bulging out of her top at the end of the work day, and I found myself making a mess in the kitchen more than once as I took her from behind and massaged and squeezed her fattening udders.
I came home hungry the first Friday Torie had moved in with us, already a little miffed that I wouldn't be able to drink directly from my wife wherever I wanted in the house, the master of my own space and of my wife's body. Why had I agreed to this?
"Mol," I called as I walked in from the garage. "Can you meet me upstairs? I just want to tell you about something from work." She was normally still downstairs at that point, but no dice. I made my way to our bedroom.
In the middle of our bed, my wife was entangled with Torie. Their hair fell behind them in long curls, Molly's red-brown and Torie's deep brown-totally out of the way of their breasts, which pressed into each other, wet with white milk. They turned to gaze at me and seemed worried yet milk-drunk, unable or unwilling to break apart as the situation might normally call for.
"Ben," Molly said. "We didn't plan this."
"No," Torie added, "although I should say that I've thought for a really long time that you and Molly are the sexiest couple I know."
"I..." I was spellbound. Their legs were still wrapped around each other. "Do you want me to...leave you alone? I can't say I...have a massive problem with it, if you want to continue."
Though I had said that, I have to admit, I did expect Torie to back off my wife or make some gesture toward apology to me. But her little heart-shaped face looked defiant, like she felt nothing but deserving of my wife's loving body. I noticed that one of her thumbs was still lightly stroking Molly's neck. I felt my cock stir.
"No, baby, come kiss me," Molly said, unwrapping herself from Torie just enough to stretch her arms out to me. "Please?"
I had never been able to say no to her so far, and Torie's mouth had dropped open a little, her breath quickening, as though she had become excited for me specifically. I stripped down to launch myself, naked and hard, into my wife's loving arms, her chest getting mine wet with her milk. I kissed her passionately before turning my attention to her wanting breasts, running my tongue hungrily all over them, the skin pliable but almost translucent from how engorged they were. I could see Torie on the bed next to us trying to subtly present her own milk-covered breasts to me as she began to pleasure herself with her hand, but as far as I could tell my wife was still the only one actually producing the sweet substance. After lapping up all of the liquid on Molly's wondrous breasts, I suckled, enjoying the steady flow of her milk and her satisfied purring as I drew it out of her.
