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Milk for Steve

Posted by: Age: 37 Posted on: 33 comments
34 likes 43 views Category: Masturbation Female-Male Tags: Milk, Asian, busty, cheating

Husband's horny friend finally got what he's been dreaming about. . .


Just to give a little background, I gave birth in December. Husband was not into pregnancy sex AT ALL, and still pretty uptight about any sort of physical contact even after a couple of months. Now on to the story: Back in February, my husband and I hosted 10 or so friends for a dinner party. Everyone was pretty tipsy by the end of the night, and our friend Steve asked my husband if he and the baby had been battling it out for the milk. My husband made a big show of how disgusted he was, and our friends made fun of him and called him a pussy. I'm pretty laid back and have a mouth like a sailor, so our guy friends feel comfortable saying pretty much anything around me. So Steve blurted out "Are you kidding? Look at the size of those things!" Then he turned completely red -- I guess he really didn't mean to blurt it out ha ha. Husband replied with "If you want it so bad, you can have it." Everyone laughed, but I could tell Steve's wheels were starting to turn. . .  So fast-forward about an hour and people are stumbling out the door. Husband says he's going to bed and passes out, leaving me with the mess. It annoyed me a lot, and Steve see this and sticks around to help clean up. He's doing some light flirting, and he's a good-looking guy, so I do some flirting back. Then he starts talking about how my husband is crazy for not wanting to taste it, that any guy would be lucky to. I was pretty sure it was going to head in this direction as soon as he offered to stick around, but I playfully seem shocked when he steers the conversation toward the milk. Right on cue, Olivia starts crying for her 2 a.m. feeding. I'm actually pretty horny at this point and pissed at my husband, so I tell Steve that he seems way too drunk to drive and he should stick around and watch TV for a bit while he sobers up. He seems very excited about this and takes a seat next to me on the sofa. I angle my body so that I'm kind of facing him, making small talk while nursing my daughter. He starts out trying to maintain eye contact, but as the receiving blanket I'm covering myself with slowly slips off, he lowers his eyes. I ask him if it's warm in the house, because I'm really hot ha ha. So I slip off my tank top and now just have a thin blanket creeping lower and lower. By this time he's looking pretty excited, so I stop the teasing and drop the blanket. My daughter is blocking one nipple with her mouth, and my forearm is covering the other, but my tits are now essentially out in front of him. I look down laughing and say, "Wow, look at the size of those things. Someone would have to be crazy to not want a sip!" He turns beat red again and laughs. At this point he's talking to my tits, not looking at my eyes at all ha ha. By now the baby is asleep, so I just go for it: I stand up and ask Steve to hold her for a second while I get cleaned up. So I plop her into his arms, and I'm now completely topless in front of him, huge boobs, giant dark nipples, bead of milk left on the nipple . . . EVERYTHING out in the open. And his jaw just drops ha ha ha. So I put the baby back in her crib and my top back on and come back to the sofa, this time sitting super close to him. He's really nervous that we'll get caught and he's visibly sweating, but I tell him everything will be OK. I begin to remove his pants, and he starts babbling about feeling guilty, so I tell him I won't touch him then . . . but he's free to touch himself. I lean back against the arm of the sofa at the other end and start rubbing the outside of my shorts for him. This seems to make him forget all about his guilt, and he whips his pants down. He starts out slow, but in no time his hand is just a blur. I shift my bottoms to the side to give him a peek and begin to rub my clitoris. I'm so horny I forget how hairy I've let myself become down there, but he doesn't seem to mind ha ha ha. At this point he says his head is pounding, and I whisper "Yes, I see you pounding it pretty good." He laughs and says no, his other head. I get up, lifting my top as I walk closer to him and laughingly tell him that I hear warm milk is good for a hangover. Now he's panicking again and that we'll get caught, that we're cheating. I tell him it's not cheating if he doesn't touch me, so I tell him to just open his mouth and keep it open and I'll just squirt it in ha ha. This lasts all of five seconds, at which point he closes his mouth and starts sucking furiously. I reach out and grab his cock, and after a few minutes he explodes all over my thigh. My head is swirling at this point and he starts to lay me down on the carpet. He starts sucking my other breast, and then he positions his body on top of me. I start jerking it a bit again, but he moves my hand away and starts titty-fucking me. After a minute or so, he says we should probably stop. I'm in a complete daze, but I agree. I probably would have blown him if it continued, and then we would have undoubtedly fucked on the living room floor while my husband was asleep upstairs. So it's a good thing we came to our senses and stopped. (Although it was mostly him coming to his senses.) And we're pretty lucky my husband is completely non-functioning when drunk. Husband is still pretty lame and neglecting my needs, but the current crisis has kept Steve and I apart. Not sure if that's a good thing or not. I'll have to let you know when the pandemic comes to an end. :)

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