I don't understand the category stuff, but this about cheating. I'm not an author, and this will be the only thing I ever put on paper, so you don't need to tell me to quit my day job. The story that follows was a result of email between three people. One of them is an author on this site, and the other is my buddy. I ended up writing the author, Mark, this story provided he never tell my friend, and because he mailed me some pictures of Robin. The names have been changed to protect my ass.
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My name then is Paul. I was married to Susan. Terry, Robin's husband had been having sex with my wife Susan before he got married with my permission. I got off on it, and figured she couldn't throw stones at me if she was getting laid on the side. I had been trying to get into Robin's pants before she ever started dating Terry. This is the story of how I finally got between those long, previously closed legs.
It was a year after they got married that Robin got pregnant. When she got to be about 6 months along Terry evidently lost interest in having sex with her. He was getting enough on the side that it wasn't killing him.
The baby was delivered surgically. A c-section so Robin's pussy stayed nice and tight. Something like another three months went by and they still hadn't had sex. So she's concerned that he doesn't find her attractive anymore or he's getting it on the side. He and I were just getting started drinking one Friday when she called, and the bartender asked who was there Terry said he was because it was still early. This was before cell phones, and the owner would lie for you because you helped keep the doors open.
She told him she was going to her mom's and they were going shopping wouldn't be home until after nine so he could stay out and play with the boys. Great deal for us.
Phone rang a bit later and it was for me. Figured it was my wife asking how long it was going to be, but it was Robin. She wasn't going shopping she needed to talk to me about Terry and didn't know who else to call. I wasn't supposed to tell him of course, and I didn't, although I wasn't looking forward to talking to Robin because I figured I was going to have to lie my ass off.
Told Terry I had to get home and went over to his place instead. When she opened the door she looked like she had been planning on going out. As I found out later she had been planning on going out, but with Perry. This was part of the problem she gets all dressed up, and then sits around the house waiting for him to drag his drunken ass home.
Looking at her was when my opinion of the evening changed. I'd only seen her in a tube top once before. Her tits were just too big. It barely covered them and her nipples were poking out. She had on cut-off jean shorts that ended right at her ass cheeks. Her hair was in a beautiful French braid half way down her back and she had make up on. Her sandals were maybe three inches high. The shorts were unsnapped and she had the zipper pulled down about two inches. That was kind of a thing for awhile that teenage girls did, not grown married women.
She thanked me for coming over and turned in front of me to walk down the hallway and I started getting a hammer watching her cheeks just peek out from the shorts.
She got me a beer, she wasn't drinking because she was breast feeding her baby.
It started out pretty much the way I figured except I had no idea they weren't fucking.
She'd gotten her figure back with only a couple of stretch marks, as I was to find out later. She said that Terry wouldn't say so but he hated it whenever she leaked milk, and didn't like sharing her tits with the baby.
Bottom line was she wanted to know if he wasn't having sex with her because he was getting laid on the side, or if he just didn't find her attractive anymore.
I lied my ass off. I told her you know he likes to flirt, but as far as I know he hasn't screwed around on you at all, and I'd be the first one to know if he had been.
Don't think she really believed me, but I was doing my best considering that all I wanted to do at that point was fuck her. Got me another beer, while I watch her tits bounce and ass move on top of those long legs. I had a full boner now.
She said that I obviously had found her attractive at one time, did I still think she was desirable. I told her the truth, which was the first time that night. Hell yes. I still think you're beautiful.
More discussion about what she should do, say, act, etc. I really didn't care about any of that but I was playing the concerned friend.
I was on my third beer when I noticed a wet spot on her top. She was leaking. I didn't say anything because it wouldn't be long, and it would become transparent. Either I was spending too much time staring at her tit, or she felt it because she finally glanced down and saw the wet spot.
"Oh damn. I need to either feed the baby, or express some milk. I should have worn a nursing bra."
"Hey, it's nothing I haven't seen before, believe me it happened to Susan all the time." I said. Hoping she'd just let it go, and let me get a look at those auerolas. It didn't appear to be in the cards however, as she started to get up, and appeared to be heading to the bedroom. Think fast, I told myself.
"Y'know Robin, when that happened to Susan sometimes I'd do it for her."
That brought her up short. With a puzzled expression on her face she looked at me for a moment and then asked, "You mean you milked her breasts?"
"No. I sucked the milk out of them just like the kids."
Another lie of sorts, while I had tasted my wife's breast milk, I'd never nursed on them. Let alone emptied them.
"You liked the taste? Terry doesn't even like to see it, I think he'd rather drink gasoline."
"His loss. Susan and I use to get off on it. Had some great sex during our nursing bouts."
Close, I thought to myself. The look on her face was hard to read, but both nipples were now leaking milk, and were making pup tents in her top. Quick. Quick, I thought to myself. Don't let her start thinking about the obvious cheating aspect of dear Paul nursing at her tits.
"Hey Robin, this doesn't have to be about sex. Just consider me to be a cheap pump. You don't have to do any work, and we can keep talking about what it is that got me over here in the first place. It'll be just like drinking beer with a milk chaser. Popular drink in bars across the country."
She giggled, and then chewed on her finger nail for a little bit, obviously considering it. Crunch time.
"Oh, I don't think so Paul. That would be pretty close to me cheating on Terry even if there wasn't anything else involved. I better just do it the way I always have, okay?"
Shit. Not okay. "Alright, but I don't see any reason why you have to go into the bedroom. Hell, I've seen you nurse the kid, and I can see both of your nipples anyway. Just milk 'em out here so we can keep talking."
Robin glanced down at her chest to see that I could indeed see both of her nipples and auerolas clearly. She let out a sigh before looking back up at me. "Okay, but lets keep this to ourselves. I'm not sure people would understand me doing this in front of anyone but my husband."
Keep the flow going I told myself, but keep it light.
