Steam floated through the air in the sauna.
Our vacation had just taken an interesting turn. After running into an old high school classmate on the beach, we encountered him again when he came into our sauna room with two friends.
I glanced about the room. His dark-skinned friend, Jarron, was sitting on the bench below me, legs spread, displaying a long and mostly flaccid penis. He appeared to be fully shaven. His eyes were closed, savoring the heat of the sauna.
Across the way, a buff Latino, Miguel, was leering above my wife. The gym rat was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, openly staring at my nude wife on the bench below him. Between his legs hung a fairly thick and hairy mass. His virile member was rolling slightly in a growing erection.
Below him, and directly across from me, sat my gorgeous, glistening bride. Flushed, she sat with her hands on the bench, eyes closed. Sweat was rolling down her cleavage, dripping off her clearly engorged breasts. Her areola and nipples contrasted her creamy breasts with a lovely pink shade. Her nipples were hard, like two thimbles. I could make out spidery veins on her breasts, another indication that she was overdue her last pumping session.
I followed a drop of sweat as it rolled down her stomach, past her waist, and coming to rest in her wet pubic hair. Trimmed for her bikini, it mostly concealed the treasure between her slightly spread legs.
Chad was next to her on her right, sitting close enough that their arms almost touched. He retained his athletic musculature from his high school sports days. He was leaned against the back of the bench, legs spread, displaying his family jewels with trimmed light-brown hair. He was no longer flaccid, his rod aimed upward at an almost 45-degree angle as it was in the process of gaining altitude. He threw an arm up on the bench, above Lauren, hand resting just above her left shoulder. He was gazing at her pert bosom.
As for me, all of this worked against any effort to ward off an erection. A smoldering fire was working in my bowels, despite my efforts to calm it down.
Silence reigned for a minute or two. Surprisingly, given Chad's annoyingly chatty nature. During that time, all of the males in the room achieved full erections except for Jarron, who still reposed with eyes closed.
Lauren opened her eyes and looked about the room. Her glance rested on the relaxed Jarron, lingering on his long manhood for a moment before she made her way up to make contact with me. She smirked slightly at my erection, shrugging her shoulders with a slightly embarrassed expression as she rolled her eyes to both sides. I spread my legs a bit more - needed air. The heat was getting to me.
Her gaze flitted to her right, doing a quick double take at the sight of Chad's roaring erection next to her. She inhaled deeply, letting it out slowly as she looked up at the ceiling.
Chad broke the silence. "So... nice boob job, Lauren. When you'd get it done?" She looked confused for a moment. I laughed at Chad's mistake.
"You think I... what??" she said.
"You weren't anywhere near this... well-endowed from my recollection in senior high," Chad replied. He placed a finger on her hard nipple as he spoke, pressing it into her breast momentarily. It sprang back into place when he released, seeming from my view to grow ever-so slightly. He slid his hand down to cup her swollen breast from underneath, feeling its weight before giving a firm squeeze.
Her nipple erupted with streams of milk, shooting out and up about six inches. He released and jerked back in surprise as the milk spout rapidly increased to about a foot in distance. Lauren squeaked as she exhaled, the release giving a sense of both pain and relief.
"Guess that answers your question," I said. Lauren continued to have a hard letdown, as her left breast started leaking milk as well, then alternated with short spurts and rapid drips.
Chad let an expletive fly as he watched my wife's milk show in amazement. All eyes were glued to the erupting breasts, and I noticed that Jarron was at a quick half-mast.
Lauren's legs were sprinkled with a milky dew, and her dark bush showed creamy beads where the liquid had rolled or dropped downward.
"Holy cow, that's amazing!" Chad exclaimed, cupping a hand underneath the shower. "What's it taste like?"
Lauren said, "I've got plenty coming out - catch it."
Chad lunged forward and plunged his mouth on her right breast, visibly taking her by surprise, startling her with the force. Quick as a flash, Jarron lurched from his seat and took her left breast.
The surprise on Lauren's face was memorable. All I could see of my wife was her head above the two sucklers, and her legs. Chad had slipped his hand onto the bench between her upper thighs, bracing himself as he drank. She fidgeted a little, spreading her legs just a bit in the process.
Lauren gave a nervous laugh, then grabbed each of the sucklers by the back of the head, as with a nursing child. Her face was a mixture of relief, pain, and pleasure as the two worked her breasts. Jarron pulled back, her nipple making an audible pop as it exited his mouth, then began attacking it with his tongue. Lauren started squirming, a grimace on her face as he continued.
Then, I noticed what Chad was doing. While he was slurping on Lauren's breast, I could see that his right hand was no longer propping himself up. His fingers were exploring the darkness between my wife's legs. Lauren's legs twitched as he touched something sensitive, and she rocked slightly for a moment.
Suddenly, Miguel slid forward and dropped his legs down over Lauren's shoulders, pushing Chad and Jarron back and pinning her to the back of the bench. He reached down and grabbed her still-dripping breasts, groping them roughly. Milk trickled through his fingers. Miguel's meaty penis was fully erect and skyward, pressed up against the back of Lauren's head.
