"I hate this!" I thought to myself, tears forming in my eyes. I understand why my wife had to be gone so much on business but damn, did I miss her. I'd just put our newest addition to our little family down for the night after feeding. Even with our daughter drinking regularly and me pumping, my breasts still ached from all of the milk that filled them. I didn't expect Amanda home from Australia for a couple of more days. It seemed that ever since I'd found out that the impregnation had worked and I was expecting our first child, all she cared about was providing for us. I even agreed to put my career on hold, trying to be the best "stay at home" mommy that I could be but sometimes I felt trapped in our little New York apartment.
Amanda and I had met when we both attended college at Cooper Union in the Big Apple. There was an immediate attraction from both of us. I loved her intelligence, drive, and lithe, athletic body and she fell in love with my artistic creativity, devil may care attitude and long, flowing red locks that fell in curls down to my ass, emerald green eyes, and large tits which she loved to suck on. We dated for almost two years before she got down on one knee in our favorite restaurant, Sensuelle's, and proposed to me. Two years later, her career was off to a strong start and mine was struggling a bit. Fine arts is a great major but the term "starving artist" applies when you are trying to sell your pieces. Amanda and I had talked about having kids and I chose to be the mother. Nine months after visiting the clinic, our daughter, Jennifer Isabella, was born. But, of course, Amanda's work interfered with our happy family and off she went Down Under to help with some construction of some new building or something. I knew that it was necessary and, thanks to technology, she and I could at least face time each other but I would always cry after putting on a brave face for her while we were talking.
After making some tea, I put soothing music on the stereo and sat down in the darkened living room, reclining in my chair and just relaxing. My thoughts drifted to my love as they always did. I could picture her intense blue eyes looking at me, the crooked "come hither" smile on her face that never failed to get me wet, as she licked her soft, kissable lips in anticipation. Spreading open my robe, I caressed my nipples, feeling them tingle as little drops appeared on their surface. Coating my fingertip with milk, I tentatively brought it to my mouth and tasted it. A little sweet, not at all like the milk from a jug. My other hand trailed down to my panties as I closed my eyes, thinking back to the last time we'd made love. Amanda usually was a very intense lover, aggressive and dominant. That's one of the things that I loved about her. But, our little bundle of joy was still in my womb at the time and she toned down her aggressiveness, being gentle with me. She didn't even fuck me with her strap on. I was appreciative with the gesture but missed the way she pounded me, pulling on my hair, spanking my ass as she thrust hard from behind. I began to finger myself at the memories of our lovemaking, quickly bringing myself off to a short but ultimately unsatisfying orgasm. God, I missed her.
The next day, after taking care of Jenny's needs, I spent it cleaning and preparing for Amanda's return. She is a horrible neat freak and I am, well, more carefree with my living conditions. My workshop that I used to rent downtown Amanda would call "Sarah's explosion" because it looked like a bomb had gone off in there with all of the clutter. I did try my best to keep our apartment clean for her, though. It gave me something to do besides moping around when she was gone. Finally, after a long day, I was ready to relax. Tomorrow, my wife would be home. I was tempted to go to bed early just so I could wake up and it would be the next day but I decided against it. After feeding and bathing the baby, I went to the kitchen to make my tea. I was thinking about a nice relaxing bath and then pumping milk out before bed time. Jennibelle, my pet name for our little one, hadn't been that hungry tonight and my breasts were still mostly filled with milk. I was busy preparing a light snack to go with my tea when I honestly got the biggest shock of my life. Hands wrapped around my body, one covering my mouth and the other grabbing my right tit while lips, so soft and kissable, pressed against my neck. My eyes flew open in surprise and I let out a muffled scream of shock until my brain kicked back in. "Wait!" I thought to myself. "I know those hands!" I turned around and gazed into the mischievously smiling visage of my wife.
I tried to be angry, punching Amanda's shoulder, but my elation quickly overrode all the negative feelings I had and I let out a squeal of delight as I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her deeply. "You almost scared the piss out of me!" I exclaimed after we broke our kiss. "What are you doing home? I was expecting you back tomorrow." She gave me her sexiest smile before replying.
"Oh, I changed my plans at the last minute. I wanted to surprise you. God, Sarah, I've missed you so much." Amanda added before kissing me again. This kiss was a little more aggressive as her hands began to roam all over my body; caressing my tits, rubbing my legs, groping my ass. I began to pant into her mouth as I felt her fingers clawing at the waistband of my panties. Amanda practically tore them off of my body and then pushed my robe from my shoulders. I was standing in our little kitchen, stark naked, as my wife, still in her business suit, began to ravish me, kissing and caressing the curves and contours of my body. Then my knees buckled when I felt her luscious lips fasten themselves on my right nipple.
Amanda began to suck and lick it gently while she ran her fingers through the dark red hair covering my mons before tickling the lips of my pussy. I felt my milk start to flow and fill my lover's mouth. I thought that she would pull away and spit it out but my hormones kicked into a higher gear when Amanda began to swallow. She moistened her fingers with the juices that were leaking out of my vagina before plunging them deep inside me. I watched my wife suckling my breast through half lidded eyes as I felt my climax draw near. Biting my lip as to not cry out and wake the baby, I clenched down, coating Amanda's hand with my orgasmic fluid. She kept drinking from my tit and moving her fingers until my legs couldn't support me anymore and I slowly sank to the floor.
Looking up, I saw Amanda standing over me with that sexy smile of hers. I could see little droplets of milk on her painted lips as she brought the hand that she used to get me off to her face and lick it clean like a cat. I just sat there, trying to catch my breath, then gratefully accepted her hand so that she could help me stand. We kissed again, I could faintly taste myself on her lips, before I donned my robe and panties. "Wow! Um...I guess you did miss me." I said. The intensity at which she ravaged me still had me turned on.
