His Wife’s Rich Milk (Complete)

He knew he shouldn’t have continued to carry on his relationship—such as it was—with Rebecca, but Evan couldn’t help himself. He was used to having sex with Sondra twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. When Dr. Henry cut that back to just once a day because of Evan’s weight gain, he found himself getting sexually frustrated. Swimming in the pool wasn’t enough because Rebecca was usually there and that just lead to the two of them fucking in the changing room. If that wasn’t available they did it in one of the locker rooms—they could usually count on either the men’s or the women’s to be temporarily empty and Rebecca would close and lock it, hanging a “Closed for Cleaning” sign on the door while they fucked. Once they had even done it in the small space the lifeguards used as an office, but that was too much for Evan. They had to find a new location for their trysts. They wound up finding Rebecca’s small house.

“You only live two miles from the gym?” he asked her as she let him into her house. It was early in the morning, almost too early but Sondra didn’t question him when he said he was going to the gym to work out. It was close enough to the truth.

“It’s convenient,” she admitted as she closed the door behind her. She was wearing a purple silk robe that hid most of her body. Once the door was closed she turned around and dropped the robe to the floor and stood before him naked.

Although he was used to seeing Rebecca naked at this point, it was a shock to see her body exposed to him so easily, so blatantly, so wantonly. And then there was the change she must have done just for him this morning. She was wearing a pair of rings in her nipples that Evan had never seen before. They were large, not extraordinarily large, but large enough to be obvious under anything but heavy clothing. Normally Rebecca wore simple studs through her nipples. He had previously asked why she just didn’t take out her jewelry when working and wearing a swimsuit. She told him he didn’t want to risk her holes to closing up because getting them repierced and going through the healing time was a pain in the ass.

“Those are new,” Evan said as he gazed at her naked body. He was staring at her tits, but his eyes did briefly flick down to her pussy. She was as smooth as ever between her legs. Shaving her pubes was a daily regime with Rebeca.

“You like them?” she asked gesturing to her chest.

Evan’s mouth was dry. He was nervous about being in her house. He was nervous about being with her—what is Sondra found out. He was afraid this was all some sort of setup. Why would a woman with such a body like Rebecca’s want to fuck him. “Yes,” he managed to choke out. He was still fully dressed and she was naked. His cock was hard in his pants and she hadn’t even touched him yet. “Why don’t you wear them all the time?” he asked full-well knowing the answer.

“They’re too big, too obvious.” The rings were silver, maybe sterling silver, maybe surgical steel. It didn’t matter to Evan. The bead that dangled from each ring was bright blue. “These are my pretty rings,” she told him. “I only wear them when I know I’m going to get laid.”

“Did you put them in for me this morning?” he asked. The conversation was ridiculous. He came here to have sex and they only had a limited amount of time. Why was he delaying?

She shook her head. “No. Last night.”

“You waited all night for me?” he asked. It had taken them some planning to arrange this particular encounter.

This time she shook her head. “Not exactly. Katie was horny last night.”

“Katie?”

“My girlfriend.” Evan gave her a blank stare. He had thought that Rebecca was single. That she lived alone. That she fucked middle-aged men she met at the gym as some sort of sexual charity. “The woman I live with,” she added.

“I…I didn’t know you were…with someone.”

For just a brief moment they both considered how little they really knew about the other person. Not that it mattered. Their relationship was built on and center on sex; they had precious little else in common.

“I thought you knew,” she said with a shrug. “It doesn’t matter. I knew you were married.” She gestured at his left hand where he wore his wedding band. “It’s not like Katie and I are exclusive. We’ve talked about it, but we haven’t come to an agreement yet. What about you and Sondra. You two have an open marriage?”

Evan and Sondra had never discussed anything like that in their marriage. He lied. “Yeah, something like that.”

“I get it,” Rebecca said. “Not my business. Come on, let’s get down to business.”

She brushed by him and hurried to the bedroom. He missed her hands wiping at her face; his eyes were focused on her taut ass as she walked in front of him.

He took of most of his clothes by the time he got to the bedroom. It was obvious to his eyes now that two people shared it. Two dressers. Too many clothes scattered about. The bed was rumpled—and still warm he discovered when she pulled him down on top of her naked body. Was the warmth from Rebecca’s body as she lounged in bed waiting for him or was it from the shared heat of Rebecca and Katie.

Those thought he pushed from his head as Rebecca pushed his face down to her pussy. She had complimented him before on his cunnilingus skills—but that was before he knew that she had a girlfriend. Was nearly as good as her Sapphic lover. Suddenly Evan felt in adequate as he wormed his tongue into her slick pussy and searched out her clit with a finger.

She inhaled sharply when he rubbed her little nubbin just the right way. “Of fuck,” she cursed under her breath. “Your cock, I need your cock, not your fingers, not your tongue.”

Evan was quick to comply. He pulled off his underwear. His cock was already hard, her legs were spread, and her pussy was wet and open. It was simplicity itself to sink his manhood into her. He grunted with satisfaction as he filled her up.

They gasped and groaned together for a minute as the joining of their bodies pleased them both. He kissed her lips, letting her taste her pussy. She didn’t mind. He had done the same thing before with her—but now he wondered if she loved the taste of pussy as much as he did.

“I didn’t know you were a lesbian,” he blurted stupidly as they fucked.

“I’m not,” she informed him. “I’m bi. I just have a lesbian girlfriend.”

“Right. Shit. Sorry.”

She shook her head. “No. It’s okay. Sort of. I don’t want to discuss it now.”

He nodded in agreement and kissed the side of her neck, nibbling slightly at her earlobe. He found it a little bit odd that she wore rings and studs in her nipples but not any another jewelry. Not earrings. No bracelets. No necklaces. Was it a lesbian thing? he found himself wondering now. He had previously asked her if she had ever considered getting her labia or other part of her pussy pierced. She had just laughed at him.

After a minute of nibbling Rebecca started talking again, much to Evan’s surprise. “It’s a sore spot between us,” she told him. “I’m bi. She knew that when we got together. I like cock. Real cock attached to a man. I mean, I love it when she fucks me with her strapon, but I need the real thing every once in a while.” She grabbed Evan’s face between her hands and looked him straight in the eye. “Are you okay with being my real cock I fuck every once in a while.”

“Uh-huh,” he grunted. He was concentrating on not cumming at the moment. She was familiar with that look.

“Slam it into me,” she demanded. “Make me cum.”

Rebecca liked it rough when she was with him, Evan had discovered. Or was it that she liked it rough when she fucked a man and not a woman? It didn’t matter. He started fucking her harder and faster. Her breathing rapidly changed as she reached her peak and her body shook a little with a small squeal from her lips when she came.

“Cum in me, cum in me,” she chanted to him.

Since he was already on the edge that was a simple request for Evan to fulfil. He let himself go and slammed into her—hard—one more time. His cock throbbed and his balls tightened up to his body as he came. Rebecca reached an arm around him and felt his cock as it pulsed depositing a load of semen into her pussy.

They didn’t have much time to rest, not if Evan wanted to shower and get to work on time. After he held her body a minute he rolled off her with the necessary excuse and got up from the bed.

“Maybe we should be using something a little more reliable than luck,” she told him when she joined him in the shower.

“Luck? Using what?”

“Birth control,” she said warily.

He shook his head. “It’s a little late now, but the only thing we’d need would be condoms if one of us has a disease. I had a vasectomy a few years ago. I’m safe for you.”

“Oh,” she said hiding the disappointment in her voice. “That’s good.”

He got out of the shower first and dressed as Rebecca finished. When she walked back into the bedroom she didn’t even have a towel wrapped around her body. That didn’t bother Evan; he liked looking at her nude body. What did surprise him is when she sat down on the edge of the bed and proceeded to remove the rings from her nipples.

“What are you doing?” he asked, fascinated at the process.

“I can’t wear these big rings to work, I already told you that,” she said. When the rings were out she put the on top of the low dresser and opened a small jewelry box, pulling out a pair of studs with screw-on balls attached to each end. Evan continued to watch as she first removed one of the balls, carefully inserted the studs through her nipples, and then screwed the ball back into place.

She looked up at him when she was done. “You like to watch, don’t you?”

Evan nodded. “Yes.”

“You should have stayed in the shower with me,” said Rebecca. “You could have watched me shave my legs and pussy.”

“I’m sorry I missed it.” He was already dressed and shortly had to leave. She started to walk him out, still naked, when a photograph on the cover of an album resting on the living room coffee table caught his eye. “Who’s the beauty?” he asked. It was a full body picture of a dancer, obviously posed but supposedly in the middle of a routine, with a striking face and lean, lithe body. She was dressed in little more than tight workout clothes that hid nothing.

“That’s Maeve, my girlfriend,” explained Rebecca.

He couldn’t help himself. Evan stepped across the living room and picked up the album to look through the pictures. Her body was near-perfection. There were no close ups of her face and while she wasn’t a classic beauty, she did have high cheekbones and slightly angled eyes that gave her a distinctive look easily enhanced with a touch of makeup. “She was a dancer?” he asked as he thumbed through the pages.

Rebecca’s shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. “Still is. She works with the company that performs down at the Empire State Plaza.”

“Full time dancer. Nice. Her body…” he trailed off as he continued to leer at the pictures.

“No. Part time. And a part time gym teacher. And she’s done modeling in the past.” Despite herself, Rebecca couldn’t help but brag about her girlfriend a little.

“I can see that,” said Evan as he got toward the end of the album. These pictures were the sort a model would use in a portfolio, but focusing on her body. Then he flipped to the last few pages and found a completely nude display of Maeve on one page and a series of pictures that could at best be called erotic and at worst be called pornographic. “Very nice,” murmured Evan as he looked at Maeve wrapped around another woman. Both seemed in the throes of passion as evidenced by erect nipples and wet pussies. “Did she do porn as well?” he asked. He meant it as half a joke, but it came out poorly.

The corners of Rebecca’s mouth turned down. “No. She needed money and did some nude modeling.”

“Looks like a little more than that.” Evan grinned at her.

Rebecca shrugged. “Erotic nude modeling.”

“Is that you in the picture with her?” The other model’s face and body were partially obscured by Maeve’s form.

“No.” Rebecca saw the gleam in Evan’s eyes and looked down at his crotch. It was obvious he was hard again. “You get off on lesbians, don’t you?”

Evan nodded. “It’s true. I have the same weakness as many men. Two beautiful women making love…there’s nothing hotter than that.”

Despite herself, Rebecca found it irresistible to tease her lover. “Would you like to see me make love with your wife?” she asked. “Would that turn you on or would it make you jealous?”

After he left Rebecca’s house and hurried to work, he wondered if she had intentionally left the album out for him to find.