My husband, Jeremy and I have been married for ten years. It has been wonderful. Last year we decided that we wanted to spice things up in the bedroom. I started taking pills to make me lactate. I've never been pregnant (it just wasn't in the cards for us) but last year I finally got to experience the pleasures of breastfeeding.
And my, what pleasures those are! My husband usually nurses from me twice a day, sometimes even three times. It has really spiked up our sex drives. We find ourselves doing it nearly daily.
But now we were thirsty for something more. Over the years we had discussed in passing the idea of bringing another person to the bedroom. My husband shortly messed around with his male roommate in college, so the natural conclusion was for it to be another man. The past few months, we've been discussing it more seriously.
I have to admit, the thought turned me on more than it should. Just imagining two tall, strong men pounding me one after the other had me walking around in wet undies.
Jeremy came home on a Thursday night and found me setting our freshly-cooked food on the table. He greeted me with a kiss and an ass-grab.
"Hi babe. What was that for?" I asked.
"You know who's always wanted to sleep with you?" (Ah, the perfect way to start any conversation.)
"Uh..."
"Carl,"
"Your brother??"
"Yep! We got to talking about it today. He's always been a fan of big tits, just like me, and when I told him you were producing milk for me, he said, 'lucky bastard'."
"... I don't know what to say,"
"Don't you see? It's perfect! And I know he's your type. He's tall, handsome, funny, rich..." (He's got a point there.)
"I don't know babe. It's your brother."
"I know,"
"There's no turning back once that happens,"
"I know,"
"You wouldn't be more comfortable with a stranger?"
"Actually that's why it's so perfect. I'm sharing you with someone I know and trust. I know he's clean and I know he won't overstep any boundaries."
I pretended to straighten up the table as I thought about it. "...Okay,"
"Okay?" Jeremy repeated.
I nodded. "Okay,"
"Good because he's staying tomorrow,"
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The next day I was in a complete daydream. I couldn't concentrate at work. My 36G breasts were leaking with no way to control them. I always found Carl attractive - he DID look like my husband, after all. But I never imagined doing anything with him. To find out he wanted to do stuff with me, with Jeremy in the room... that was just too good to pass up.
Jeremy drank from my breasts the night before as well as that morning, just as he always did. We ended up having a quickie that morning as well. I think we were both we excited and nervous that we needed to get it out of our systems.
When I got home my husband was already there cooking for us. I greeted him with a kiss.
"Hi babe. Whatcha making us?"
"Chicken Alfredo."
"Is it... for just us?" I asked, not sure how to ask when Carl would come over.
"Yes, Carl said he will be here around seven so he'll eat beforehand. Although he did tell me to save him some dessert."
"Mmm, dessert?" I asked.
He slowly pulled the straps from my top and my bra down, exposing the top of my right breast.
Jeremy leaned in and kissed it, sucking the skin some. "Dessert," he said, cupping my tit as he kissed it.
"Ohh..."
We ate quickly, discussing what all we were hoping to get out of this experience and what - if any - were our limits. I told him I didn't really have any and he said he felt the same way.
At 6:30, I went upstairs to shower. I wanted to be as fresh as possible, knowing in a matter of minutes I was going to have two sets of hands and two mouths all over me. I could hardly wait.
I dressed in a Metallica T-shirt and lacy red panties, not feeling the need to wear a bra or pants. It would all be on the floor soon enough anyway.
I brushed my hair and teeth before heading back downstairs. I could hear my husband talking to someone in the living room so I knew Carl was already here. I took a deep breath and braced myself.
They both looked up at me, both sets of eyes growing big. "Hi Amy," Carl's deep voice came out a bit higher than usual. He was nervous. He scanned my legs and when he scanned over what the clothes covered, I knew he was imagining what was underneath.
"Hi babe, did you enjoy your shower?" Jeremy asked, kissing me on the mouth, lingering longer than he usually does in front of someone else.
"Uh-huh," I said, kissing him back with a quick tease of my tongue.
He looked at Carl. "So..."
"So..." Carl replied.
Jeremy looked at me. "You ready?"
I nodded.
"Carl, why don't you sit down?" Jeremy suggested.
"Sounds good," Carl took a seat on the couch.
I turned to my husband and gave him a big kiss, putting my hands in his hair. He rubbed my ass, giving me the okay. "Go get more familiar with Carl," he said.
I walked up to Carl, leaning over him. He looked so nervous, but even more turned on. I closed my eyes and we kissed, and kissed. It was different from Jeremy, but it felt natural all the same.
He pulled me towards him and I sat in his lap, my legs on either side of him, as we made out. I could already feel his hard-on through his pants.
"Amy," he said into my mouth as his hands quickly roamed over my legs and ass.
After a few minutes, he broke our kiss. "Amy, I have to see your breasts. Please,"
I realized then that my husband was sitting next to us on the couch. I didn't even feel him sit down.
I leaned back, arching my back to push my breasts out more, and threw my T-shirt onto the floor.
My 38G tits stood out proudly, their nipples pink and hard, just waiting to be suckled.
"Oh Amy," Carl said. "These... these are the nicest tits I've ever seen! Can I touch them?"