It was 3 months after our first son was born. Julie was a dedicated mother and consistently nursed him. I also learned during that time to love the taste of her breast milk and about the excitement I got from squeezing her swollen breasts during sex, getting showered with her milk.
Now my wife did not have huge tits when we got married. They were firm, but not overly large. But she did, and does have great nipples. Those button kind that don't splay all over the end of her tits. When she got pregnant, and while nursing, her breasts got larger, but they still were nice and firm, with no sag and with the great nipples.
Tom came over for supper one evening. When we finished eating it was time for Julie to feed our son. As we sat in the living room talking, Julie just opened her blouse and started nursing him. But, instead of having one breast out, she opened her blouse so both her breasts were exposed.
Tom and I sat there drinking and talking mindful of hos fun it was to look at Julie's breasts. As we talked and enjoyed the view, Julie relaxed and her milk began to flow, seeping from her un-suckled right breast as my son was latched on the nipple of the left. The conversation between Tom and I kind of died and I noticed that Tom had gone from thinking he was sneaking looks to openly staring at my wife's tits. He kind of squirmed in his chair and I could tell he was trying to straighten out his hardening cock in his jeans.
Julie sat there rocking and smiling, enjoying the power her tits had over us. My son finished nursing on her left breast and fell asleep. She rocked him for a couple of minutes, then took him into his room and put him in his crib. When she came back into the living room she had kind of buttoned her blouse, but the milk leaking from her un-suckled right tit was soaking through her top, turning it transparent so her nipple showed clearly.
I asked if he was asleep and Julie relied "Yes, soundly." Then she said, "It is such a pain when he only finishes one side. Now I guess I am going to have to use the pump on the other one." I said, "Unless you want us to help". Julie got an evil grin on her face and Tom's ears perked up at the "us" part. Julie said, "Well, I don't know. What did you have in mind"? I told her I wasn't exactly sure, but I thought Tom and I would be willing to do whatever would be helpful. I explained to Tom that Julie gets pretty uncomfortable when she gets "overfull". He just had a stupid look on his face and was grinning from ear to ear as he mindlessly nodded his head up and down like he even cared what I said.
Julie said "Well, I guess it is either the pump or you guys. And you guys seem to have a lot more personality than that thing." Julie unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, shrugged it off her shoulders and tossed it over by the bedroom door. She stood in front of us with those huge milk swollen jugs sticking out proudly in front of her, not a hint of embarrassment on her face.
She walked to her chair and sat down, saying "Honey. Go get a glass out of the cupboard." I was in the kitchen in a flash, grabbed a glass, and sped back into the living room. When I got there, Julie had her head on the back of her chair, and was using her hand to gently guide Tom's hand across her chest. She saw me and said "Have to get my nipples relaxed to get the milk flowing again."
