I stood in the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. My dark hair flowed passed my shoulders, framing my adulterous face. I should have just been glad that the ordeal was over. I should have cleaned myself up and headed back down stairs. But dammit, I was still so horny! Tom and I had a good sex life, at least until the baby came, but it never felt as naughty as it had with Eddie and I in the kitchen. I needed to feel that again, and soon. I let my hand wander down to my pussy, my fingers sliding between my folds as I caressed my tender nub. I stroked harder and harder, slipping a couple fingers inside. I brought myself to orgasm thinking of Eddie. Or more specifically, his cock.
I pushed those thoughts aside and went down stairs. Tom and Claire had taken Tommy Jr. and Claire's kids to the park to keep them out of the way. Mrs. Parker had staked her claim in the kitchen, refusing to let anyone else lift a finger. Mr. Parker was passed out in is recliner in the living room, so that left Eddie, Steve, Mark and I to watch the pre-game down in the basement.
I had asked Eileen if I could help her—practically begged her—but she was used to doing things her way. And besides, she reasoned, I don't get much time away from the baby now. I should use it while I have it. So there I was, sitting between Mark and Steve, and wishing I were somewhere else. I refused to look Eddie in the eye. I was afraid he'd see how horny I was and try for round two.
Steve sat to my left. His sandy hair had started to recede a bit, but he was still pretty good looking. He kept clean shaven and had the body of a jogger where Eddie had that of an amateur body builder. Tom's body was more I-used-to-work-out-but-now-I-have-a-job sleek. He was getting a little pudgy, but his face and personality just oozed charm. That's what I first fell in love with.
Mark, on the other hand, worked as a bouncer at a bar and he definitely looked the part. He had muscles on top of muscles and several tattoos gracing his olive skin. He kept his chin scruffy and his black hair neatly trimmed. He was very intimating when you didn't know him, and even a little if you did.
Tom had taken a bottle with him for Tommy Jr., so my breasts were past due for a feeding. They were so full of milk, I was afraid they would start to leak. It was embarrassing enough that the men kept looking at them, but I didn't need a big wet spot to draw their attention.
No sooner had I thought it that I felt my nipples give way a bit and my blouse darkened from my milk. I was about to excuse myself, praying that no one had noticed, but no luck. Eddie, tongue hanging out, was the first to say something.
"Looks like you sprung a leak, sis. Why don't you come over here and let me clean that up for you?" Eddie said, motioning me to sit on his lap.
"I think I'll pass," I said, quickly standing up. But Mark caught my arm and pulled me back down beside him.
"You know," Mark began, "It's nothing to be embarrassed by. It happened to Claire all the time. Her breasts would swell so big and her nipples would get so hard, she had to pump milk all the time when our kids wouldn't feed. I know a trick, want me to help?"
"I should just go upstairs and change."
"Look, it'll be fine. I promise," Mark said, unbuttoning my blouse.
"I really don't feel comfortable with this," I said, but by this time, Steve had put an arm around me, holding me firmly between him and Mark so that I couldn't move.
"Stay still," Steve commanded, "You can't just walk around here like that and expect us to ignore you. You need our help." He reached up and squeezed my breast, allowing more milk to squirt through my blouse. Mark made quick work of removing my soiled top. I hardly had time to protest before my bra was unlatched (courtesy of Steve) and my breasts were on show to the entire room.
"Please, don't," I begged, but Mark had already latched onto my right nipple, massaging my breast in his hand while he did so. He sucked the milk out, gently relieving the pressure that had been building up. I knew it was wrong, but I would be lying if I said it didn't feel good. And having Mr. Rock-Hard-Abs paying complete attention to me wasn't doing anything to calm the beast. My pussy started to get wet.
"My turn!" Steve said, taking charge of my left breast, mirroring everything that Mark did. My nipples had gotten so hard at the urging of their hot, wet mouths.
"Get off of me!" I cried. This was wrong, no matter how good it felt. I tried to free myself, but it only made the two men hold on tighter.
