Tom and Ann seemed to have gotten it all just right. They were so compatible and enjoyed each other's company so much. They were best friends who were married to each other. And the sex was great.
Tom thought long and hard before he really opened up to Ann about how highly sexed, horny really, he was. He was afraid to tell her that he wanted to have a dynamic sex life with his wife and to explore everything there was that a man and woman could do together. He held his breath after he laid it all out to her.
Ann did not disappoint him. She told him that she felt the same way. She was reluctant to be so open about her sexual desire because she didn't want to scare Tom away. Maybe he wouldn't want a sexually aggressive wife who wanted more than missionary for ten minutes twice a month.
Tom and Ann have been living the dream for five years now. They got married and built a home and are more in love today than the day they were married. Over the years, they have experimented with toys, porn, sexy lingerie, watersports, some light bdsm, you name it. They balance their wild private life with a very tame public life.
Tom's has stayed close to his three suite-mates from college. They work for the same large company and live in the same city. As they each got married, the guys with their wives continued to socialize. They had dinner at each other's homes, went out to movies and concerts, and the guys golfed every weekend. Wouldn't you know it, Tom and Ann got pregnant and within the next year, the three wives of Tom's old friends all got pregnant too.
Ann's pregnancy was something she and Tom shared. As her body changed over the months, they grew even closer and more intimate, drawn tighter by the life they had created together. Ann had been a pretty athletic young woman and she was careful about her weight, but her body was changing. Of course her belly began to show and her breasts also grew. Her pale pink nipples and aureole became dark crimson. Her aureole would contract tightly and push out from her breasts and her nipples became thicker and longer and ached all the time.
Still their sexlife was as active as before. When penetration became uncomfortable for Ann, she would use her considerable oral skills and blow Tom each morning when he awoke. She let Tom rub her clit and gently touch her swollen, sensitive breasts. She would only come once, but it was titanic, shaking her whole body. It took a day or two to recover.
And then the baby came. It was a wonderful, sleep-deprived time. They worried a lot at first, but soon became confident parents. Eventually, the baby would sleep on a regular schedule allowing Tom and Ann to rediscover the wide range of their sexual interests. And Tom became infatuated with Ann's big, now milked-filled, breasts. Ann was producing lots of milk, bottling a lot, feeding the baby a lot, and still she would feel that familiar letting down, it seemed, every time she turned around. And whenever they had a full supply of bottled milk, the baby was fed and sleeping, and they had the opportunity Tom would feast on the liquid gold that he would suckle from Ann's breasts.
He loved the feel of her big breasts against his face, so warm and sometimes sticky with the thin, sweet liquid that could spray in needle-like jets from her engorged nipples. Ann's breasts had become very sensitive and her natural multi-orgasmic nature meant that she would sometimes become aroused feeding the baby in the middle of the night. She'd return to bed and start rubbing against Tom until he got hard. She would mount him and ride his cock coming in one spasm after another, all the while smothering Tom in her bountiful breast flesh. For his part he would suck and lick and drink as much as he could and then he would explode in Ann's soaking-wet pussy.
Ann liked it better when the baby would go down early and she and Tom had most of the evening to themselves. They would talk and have dinner and then settle down of the sofa and either watch TV or the fireplace. It was almost an unspoken ritual that Ann would sit on one end of the sofa and Tom would lay with his head in her lap. Her hands would tousle his hair stroke his face and rub his back as they relaxed together. His hands would stroke Ann's legs working to her inner thighs. Regardless of how they were situated to start, they would always end up with Tom laying half-facing Ann suckling from each of her big, milky breasts. Ann would try to cradle Tom's head and the breast he was feeding from with one hand and reach down to stroke Tom's stiff cock inside his sweatpants.
Sometimes she would come from Tom's suckling and his head rubbing in her lap. Sometimes she would stroke Tom's cock until it exploded all over her hand. Other times the quiet evening would heat up and they would fuck like animals, trying not to wake the baby. But Ann loved those evenings best of all. Tom would empty her breasts of their heavy load, at least for a while. She got to relieve the sexual ache that having her sensitive nipples suckled all day had built up. And she got to please her man and feel his big, strong body and hard cock respond to her body and her touch.
Ann found herself telling her three best girlfriends about these evenings in more detail than she should have. This was after they had all had their babies. They had gone through the sleep deprivation and all, but unlike Ann and Tom, none of the other new mothers were getting much satisfaction. They all told Ann they envied her and laughingly wished they could rent Tom for a night. Ann encouraged them to make the first move and try to seduce their husbands, but all three told her the same thing. Their husbands lost all interest in them as soon as they got pregnant. Not only weren't they fucking now, they hadn't been fucking in close to a year!
Later Ann told Tom about what her girlfriends had said. She asked Tom if he could think of why his three best friends all lost interest in their wives to the point of sexual abandonment. Tom thought about his friends. Guys don't talk too openly about sex that way. He didn't think the guys were cheating, but they were way into golf. Maybe too into golf. Tom decided to snoop a little.
After a round of golf, Tom started talking to his friends over a few beers. He steered the conversation to life with kids and how it made it hard to find time to be with Ann. He was surprised by the reaction. Each of his three friends told him that they couldn't think of their wives in a sexual way now that they had been pregnant and delivered babies. Tom thought they were joking, but they couldn't believe Tom didn't feel the same. They told Tom that unless they were trying to make another baby, the less sex they had, the better. Tom tried not to look as shocked as he was.
That evening it was Ann's turn to be shocked. She couldn't believe her three best friends were all being frozen out by their husbands. She and Tom talked about how sad it was and wondered what could be done. Ann told Tom that all three of her friends were breastfeeding and had complained to her about how much pumping hurt and how none of their husbands took any interest in any of it. They attended to the baby, but not their wife.
Tom thought of Marie, Bob's wife. She was a short, shapely Italian. To think that her big tits and that sweet round ass of hers was going untouched made him sigh. Cindy was a cutie too, Ted's wife. She was tall and slender and had legs for days. Tom couldn't imagine Ted not wanting Cindy's legs wrapped around him whenever he could. And Lisa, Gene's wife. She was the sexiest one of the bunch. She couldn't help showing off her outrageous figure, even back in college. From her short red hair to the pale complexion and those double d's to that heart-shaped ass poured into those skin-tight jeans. And she hadn't gotten a tumble in year? Tom smiled and Ann knew what he was thinking.
That night as Tom and Ann made love Ann waited until Tom had his face buried in her tits and was sucking on one hard nipple.
"I wonder if you could taste the difference in my breastmilk from Marie's."
