I felt the nervousness make my hands shake as I rang the bell. It was only a couple of minutes earlier than usual but my mind kept overthinking. I’ve been coming around for about two months, but this was the first time I was going to do it.
The door opening made me jump and her tiny frame appeared behind it.
“You are just in time, Jason. Come on in." Her pretty face lit up with a smile as she spoke with a sweet voice.
She moved to the side and I walked in with a quick step. I noticed she was wearing a long light blue robe, her slim figure barely a silhouette, her breast slightly visible where the folds of the robe showed her neckline.
“Do you want a cup of water or something to drink?” she asked.
“I’m fine. Thank you,” I managed to reply without stuttering.
My mouth felt a bit dry, but I didn’t dare to bother her. My eyes wandered around her neatly arranged and beautiful home. I had been inside before when my wife and I came to meet them for the first time. Since then, we would usually just speak on their front patio.
The gorgeously decorated house was full of pictures of her and her husband with their newborn baby. That made me feel a pinch of guilt in my gut.
“Sit down on the sofa, everything is set up. I just need to do something really quick and I’ll be right back,” she said nonchalantly.
She disappeared behind another door and I notice the long comfortable sofa. The same one we had sat down on the first time we met them. It seemed to have been covered with a long towel and a bunch of bed sheets. I sat down and waited, trying to not look as nervous as I was.
“I’m glad you came. I was scared you wouldn't,” she giggled.
I turned and saw her walking around the sofa to sit next to me, her tiny features reminded me of a cute animal. The big doe eyes, her blushed cheeks, and her contagious smile.
“I almost didn’t,” I admitted.
We both chuckled and that seemed to dissipate a bit of the tension.
“I’ve never... done this before,” I said almost in a whisper.
“Me neither,” she said as she blushed.
Her cheeks blushed even harder as she took my arm and pulled me to her, I let her guide me and her hand took my face tenderly. I leaned on her as if I was about to lay on her lap but instead, she cradled my head with her arm. My heart was thumping in my chest as I lay there for a second, frozen in shock.
“I’ve been holding them for you. Jeannie barely drinks any so take as much as you want,” she said as our eyes dodged each other.
I looked up at her, a sweet smile looking down at me as she opened her robe. The side of it slid down her shoulder revealing one of her plump breasts. Her tiny pink nipple glistened and a drop of milk slowly started to form on the tip.
For me it was the easiest thing to reach out with my mouth, tenderly covering her nipple with my lips and sucking slowly on it. The warm sweet liquid came out in tiny squirts at the beginning. Her arms tensed and she let out a moan like nothing I’d ever heard before. Her moan was so primal and sexual that my cock got hard immediately.
The sweet milk started to flow into my mouth. My eagerness took the best of me, and I saw her flinch in pain.
“A bit gentler please,” she asked.
I tried to calm down, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. My hand was slowly guiding her breast to my mouth and I could feel a bit of milk dripping down the side of my mouth. I started using my tongue slowly too in between drinks and this seemed to make her moan more.
The flow of milk slowly diminished and it was slowly starting to be harder to suck it gently. She seemed to notice it too and lowered her robe on her other shoulder too. But before I could change my mouth to it, she stopped me.
“You will still be able to do your part of the deal right? I don’t want you to be too full,” her beautiful eyes worried.
“I... think I’ll be fine,” I admitted.
“Is it ok if I play with it?” her flustered eyes darting quickly to my groin.
I felt my face blush hot red. I’m not sure if I even nodded before she started to undo my belt. My jeans showed no opposition as she unzipped them and pulled them down. My cock was in her hand before I even knew it.
“You have such a magnificent cock, Jason,” she said.
Her tiny hand started to slide up and down my rock-hard cock as I started to gently suck on her other nipple. My pre cum made her hand glide easier and her moans kept the guilt slowly piling up. What was I doing? I had a gorgeous wife with a newborn baby waiting at home. But here I was, breastfed by the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on while she gave me a hand job.
When my wife started having issues producing enough milk for our baby, we tried almost anything, my little boy wouldn't take to formula so we had to rely on donors. That’s when we met her and her husband, they both seemed nice and they had the opposite problem as us. Their little girl would barely drink any milk and she was overflowing with it.
So, it seemed natural we stroke a deal but then I had to ruin it. It started out of curiosity, but I drank a bit of her milk. It felt so wrong but so right. It was the sweetest most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, like honey. I knew my wife would notice if some of the milk was missing so I tried to ask for more hoping they wouldn't notice what I was using it for.
Oh, how dumb I was. She saw through it the moment I asked for it. But instead of judging or sending me away, she told me about an issue she had. It seemed she would always get aroused when she was breastfeeding but her husband was... indisposed? I was never brave enough to ask what that meant.
“So, I’ll give you extra... if you do something for me in exchange,” she offered.
I had never cheated on my wife before. I had always felt that was beneath me, so I refused. She still gave me the milk for my baby and told me to think about it. It didn’t take me much to go back to her. I was entranced by her sweetness.
“I think it’s almost empty, it’s starting to hurt,” she said with a little grimace.
Her voice took me out of my trance. I slowly stopped sucking and noticed a bit of milk dripping down my chin. I wiped it off and braced myself for what came next. I was so nervous my hands were shaking. She seemed to notice this and grabbed them in hers.
“You are a good man, Jason. And a sweet husband. But men have needs and you are just fulfilling your need. While helping me fulfil mine. So there’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Her tone of voice was sultry and caressing at the same time.