Daddies Brat

Ken thought for what seemed like a minute, before seemingly kidding, as he smiled and answered, “I don’t know if things would get out of hand or not, but I think I can trust you to keep it under control. We do need the money, and it might be worth a little risk.”

I was wild in high school and college, and the risk of possibly fucking other men after several years of marriage didn’t seem that objectionable to me and was making my pussy wet. I asked, “Are you sure about that honey? What will we do if things do get out of hand?”

He replied, “I think you’d have to let Jeff suckle you in the evenings after his baby is home with Laura, the other babies you’re watching are gone for the day, and I’m home to watch our daughter. With me in the next room, I can’t imagine Jeff having the balls to try doing more than sucking you, and I might even want to watch.”

Despite Ken’s rationalization and thoughts on how the circumstances might help to avoid any further sexual interactions, I was still getting a sense that he agreed too easily. Even with the money involved, I thought it was unusual for a husband to rent out his wife’s boobs so easily.

Ken suckled me and we fucked after our discussion, and then I did a little more research about men sucking lactating women. I learned that ‘milk fetishism’ and ‘lactophilia’ are the medical terms used to describe men and women who become sexually aroused sucking lactating women, just as the women being suckled get aroused. It’s also called erotic lactation, adult suckling, adult nursing, and adult breastfeeding, for those who experience sexual arousal by breastfeeding from a lactating woman.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Jeff Gets the Good News

Jeff came to pick up his son the next afternoon, and I let him know that Ken agreed to the adult nursing but made no mention of the risks we discussed. I said, “Ken was receptive to the idea of you sucking me I think mostly because his hours did get cut back at work, and we can use the money right now. We think fifty dollars for fifteen minutes would be a fair price to pay for getting access to these hooters and milk.”

He said, “Damn, Julie, I started kind of halfway kidding about this, but you’re saying that Ken has agreed to it, and you seem to be receptive to it as well. Where and when would we be able to do it?”

I explained the necessity of not doing anything when the babies were there, and said, “You’ll need to find an excuse to leave home for a little while after Laura gets home to watch your son, and you can come back here. If our daughter is already down for the night, Ken might want to watch, and if not, he’ll watch her while we’re together, probably in the family room on the couch.”

Jeff asked, “Holy shit, are you serious that Ken would want to watch? That would be kind of weird being with you with him around. I’m glad that he’s receptive to the idea of me sucking you, but what the fuck is going on in his head that would make him want to watch you with another man?”

As Jeff was leaving with his son, he smiled and asked, “Is it okay if I come back in an hour or so? Laura asked me to pick up milk from the store on the way home. I’ll tell her that I forgot it and that I’m going back out for milk. At least I won’t be lying, and I’ll stop at the store quickly too.”

My First Sucking Session with Jeff

I changed into some loose-fitting athletic shorts and a t-shirt, with no bra while I was waiting for Jeff to come back, and it really felt strange when he arrived, and we sat on the couch together with Ken rocking our daughter to sleep in her room. It seemed like he was as nervous as I was, and after talking for a few minutes I got things started.

Jeff was watching me with rapt attention as I lifted my t-shirt up and off over my head, and he saw my huge breasts jiggling and swaying in the flesh for the first time. I said, “This is a little embarrassing for me Jeff, but you can’t suckle me if my breasts are covered. Just stretch out on the couch on my left side and lean across my lap to suck my right breast first.”

His eyes were as big as saucers as he got into position and latched onto my three-inch-wide areola and big nipple and began sucking, as he fondled and weighed my left breast in his right hand. My milk began to flow immediately, and I saw a little of it trickle out of the side of his mouth, as he stared into my eyes with the most contented look. It wasn’t my intention to do anything suggestive, but it felt natural to cradle his head in my right arm, which, looking back, added a level of intimacy to it.

I loved being suckled by a man, and I felt it in my pussy even more than when Ken suckles me just because it felt so perverse like I was cheating or something, even though I wasn’t. We had only talked about him sucking my breasts but not fondling them, and I tried to make light of the situation, saying, “Fondling my breasts wasn’t part of the arrangement,

Jeff, but I can see how it would be unreasonable for you to resist it.”

My arousal had increased significantly by the time I asked Jeff to change sides, and he moved over my right side to lean across my lap to suckle my left breast. I smelled my arousal, and I noticed a large, hard cock lump in Jeff’s pants as he moved over as well as his face being flushed with arousal.

I supported his head with my left arm and laid my head back on the couch, reveling in my arousal, and I finally felt the urge to lean down and kiss his forehead as he looked into my eyes. When I looked up, Ken was standing in the doorway across the room, where Jeff couldn’t see him, and he had his cock out stroking it. He brought his finger to his lips to signal me not to say anything about his presence, and it was obvious that seeing me suckled by another man was sexually stimulating to Ken too.

With Ken still watching I reached out my right hand and rested it on Jeff’s hip, with him leaning toward me, and instinctively began rubbing it down towards his crotch. I stopped short of touching his big cock lump, even though Jeff’s eyes were begging me to rub his meat. His time was almost up, and I looked up at Ken just as he ejaculated into some tissues he was holding in his other hand.

Ken stepped back behind the wall when Jeff sat up. He sat for a few seconds to gather his thoughts and said, “Oh my, Julie, it was so wonderful sharing these moments with you, and I didn’t realize how arousing it would be to suckle and feed from a lactating woman; especially a voluptuous lady like you. I smelled your arousal too and almost lost it when you rubbed down from my hip. I can see how it might be hard to maintain fidelity with our spouses as we become more familiar with each other. I certainly don’t want to stop though and hope you don’t either.”