Cat On a Hot Tits Roof

“I don’t know, K. This could be really embarrassing.”

“Really? What are you talking about?”

“You know, I keep leaking. I’m afraid I will start leaking right there on the dance floor, in front of your old high school friends.”

“You mean girlfriends?”

“Ha! Funny, mister. How would you like to go to your reunion by yourself? Hmmm?”

“Ok, ok. What about those ‘sexy’ nursing pads you are using? You have a ton of those, right?”

“Right. But they get soggy so fast and as you are so fond of reminding me, they barely cover all of my areolas. Especially with these milk engorged tits!”

“Look, Kay, how about we try this? Nurse the baby shortly before we go. If she isn’t interested, you can pump before we go. Worst case, we can bring your pump with us and leave it in the trunk of the car.”

“Are you serious? Tell me you’re joking, K. I’m not about to bring my breast pump to your high school reunion. I’ll just wing it. As long as I express my milk before we leave, I should be ok. It may be close, though. You think we will stay for more than two hours?”

“Naw. Two hours is my limit. Besides, what can we possibly learn about old jocks, cheerleaders, potheads, and gearheads that we don’t already know from Facebook? Just bring several of your ‘areola’ sponges.”

After that crass comment, I gave my dear husband what we as kids used to call “Texas Tittie Twisters;” I pinched and pulled him towards me by his nipples. Before he could squeal, I grabbed his crotch and laid a nice wet juicy kiss on his mouth. What was meant as a short erotic kiss lasted a little longer than I had originally anticipated.

Respectfully, tongues greeted each other at first, but as my little hand started rubbing the bulge through his trousers, I became aroused. Quite aroused. Like a couple of high school kids, we slowly kept kissing. K pulled me little closer as I kept my hand down there, rubbing his manhood and waiting for his ‘genie’ to pop out of its uncomfortable confinement.

Slow, sensuous moans began escaping from our throats as our tongues continued their work. Through his pants and with increasing pressure, I kept squeezing the thick sausage my husband has been gifted with. Instinctively, my hand traveled up to his zipper and belt. Still kissing and moaning in pleasure, my hand reached under his shirt, gently rubbing and teasing his lower abdomen just above the belt. For some reason, we were still standing. And we had to get ready before the sitter arrived. Kissing me with more force now, K reached behind, grabbing me by the ass and squishing me into him, smashing my palm between us. The force plunged my hand down his pants towards his pubes. My tits were pressed against his hard chest and ripe with milk; that really hurt.

I gasped.

Yet my hand continued its wayward journey to my husband’s promised land. I felt my tits start to leak but the kissing and soft texture of his pubes felt so wonderful, I willed myself to keep going.

Breaking our kiss, my husband blurted out, “Oh, Kay, your hand feels so good down there. We should stop…but keep going.”

I continued our impromptu make-out session before sighing, “Not really, babe.” I kissed him deeply again as he kissed me back. My hand now plunged all the way down his pants and wrapped around his throbbing prick. It was very warm to my touch. I marveled at the strong pulse of blood pumping through it.

“Damn, K, what should I do with that thing? We should get going. Right?”

We kept kissing and my blouse was becoming wetter from the dripping of milk from my nipples. Good thing I hadn’t dressed for the evening yet.

Then my husband threw down his best card. Breaking off the kiss, he gently tongued my jawline, slowing tracing along the baby fine peach fuzz and giving me goosebumps. And more leakage.

“Ah, K…”

He ignored me, gently and seductively making his way towards my ear. Delicately, he exhaled his hot sexy breath into my ear canal before gently licking it with the tip of his tongue.

I melted.

“Oh…mmmmmmm…….K…….Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh……..Ahhhhhhhhhhh…….Why are you……..doing………this? We really need to…”

“My beloved, you are so damn sexy right now, you know that?” K growled into my ear. “I am so, so very lucky God gifted me with such an incredibly sexy woman.”

His voice sounded like a dream as I stood there dipping back my head as K kept working my inner ears with his gentle yet magical tongue. Nearly helpless, all I could do was deeply exhale in response to the spell my husband was casting upon me.

My heavy tits continued leaking, which made the moment all the more primal right there in our bedroom. I surrendered, tilting my head all the way back and offering my throat to my husband. My hand instinctively continued rubbing and squeezing the one-eyed monster trapped inside his pants. Goosebumps were now all over me; the light hair on my body stood on end as a jolt of electricity ignited my nub. He started gently nipping and lapping my throat as I felt an intense orgasm brewing deep within me.

“Oh, my husband…you are my man…Ohhhhhhhhhhhh….You are really taking advantage of me right now…….. You know that, right?”

No reply.

K kept nipping, and I kept purring my approval like a feline in heat.

“Mmmmmmmmm……..Kay…….Kay…..…mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Your throat is delicious, so warm and sensuous. I can feel your carotid artery and the blood pumping. Mmmmmmmmm. Babe, I love your scent.”

Deep from the recesses of my mind, I was rudely shaken out of this sexual bliss by what sounded like the baby waking up. My mind raced, wondering where the sitter was and what time we had to leave. I remembered I still needed to do my hair and make-up and went over last-minute instructions I had to give… all those things we get distracted by as young moms.

Poor K was oblivious.

Not sensing any further action in the nursery down the hall, I impulsively dropped to my knees and quickly pulled down his zipper.

“Hey, what the hell?”

I quieted him by quickly yanking down his boxers and immediately going down on his shaft. It was an easy thing to do since it was pointing nearly straight up towards the ceiling fan. Being new at this, I gently licked his penis from the base up to the sensitive little skin flaps under the tip. Then, I tried to devour my husband.

Wrong choice.

I quickly gagged and choked as his tool approached and began its descent down the back of my throat. I tried again. And again. And again. He felt good and tasted wonderful in my mouth but whenever I tried to take his girth all the way down, I gagged and choked, even spitting out long strands of saliva. I was embarrassed, yet he seemed to like it.

“Shit K, that is so hot! Don’t stop. That is very erotic and feels wonderful. Sounds very sexy to me. Seriously.”

I gave deepthroating a couple more tries with more gagging and gasping for breath, leaving my spit all over now slippery dick. I finally gave up. I began stroking him with both hands instead while looking him dead on through watery eyes. I was not crying.

“You know lover, the baby should wake up any minute now, and the babysitter is on her way, right?”

He didn’t reply, so I continued jacking him off, “choking up” around his thickness like he taught me, similar to what a baseball player sometimes does when holding a bat higher in both hands (men and their sports analogies, lol!).

Without breaking eye contact, I continued. “So we have to decide right now if we continue down this road…or we get ready for your reunion and save…THIS…for later.”

I kept pumping him with both hands as he tilted his head back closing his eyes.

“Ah……Kay. Damn, you are great at that. Mmmmmmm. You have the perfect……grip and ……rhythm. Ahhhhhhhhh. Sooooooo nice…….girl, sooooooo nice. Mmmmmmm, that’s right. Ohhhhhhhh, yeah…….”

Again on impulse and with both hands clamped around his veiny man tool, I tried one last time to inhale him deeply into my mouth and down my throat. He gasped.

Instantly, I was rewarded with the sweet sticky warm taste of his pre-cum. What a delicacy! He was getting close.

He was breathing hard, still standing and I was kneeling. My tits were really hurting now as I continued working him with my hands and my mouth.

“Don’t stop babe, don’t stop. That’s right, that’s right. Oh yeah, just like that!”

I love the pleasure this brings to my man. And the thrill of how it grows from something small and flaccid to something big and powerful. And with a twinge of guilt, I relish the power it gives me over him. My husband needed release, and so did I.

My tits, that is.

Mouth around him, I quickly unbuttoned my house blouse, reaching back to unclasp my nursing bra and free my heavy tits into the cool breeze provided by the ceiling fan. The air felt nice on my nipples, yet my tits now hurt worse with nothing supporting them.

“Please, K. Oh, please, K. I can’t take it anymore. Nurse from me, please! Nurse me. They really hurt. Nurse me.”

And my amazing man, even though he was on the verge of shooting his load into my mouth, stopped enjoying this special pleasure in order to tend to his poor wife.

“Oh, they are aching, K. Please take care of them; they really hurt,” I begged.

With the smile of a little boy and those amazing brown bedroom eyes, my man got down on the floor with me as we now faced one another. Our legs romantically entwined. His face gleamed as his soft fingertips ever so gently traced and feathered my poor tits. Slowly and delicately, he lovingly worked his way from the tops and down the sides of both, using a gentle motion in an effort to relieve the pressure.

“Ahhhhhhh, K…….mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ooooooooooooooh. Yes, yes, that’s helping. Ohhhhhhhhhh, K……….”

His skilled fingers kept up the ‘softies’ and gently increased the pressure as they traveled the concourse of my tits.

I felt the warm tip of his tongue make contact with a nipple. Precious milk continued leaking from them both, but now, my dear husband was partaking of the milk my body was producing for our precious little baby. I marveled at the thought of my body now providing nourishment to both our baby and my husband—the two most important people in my life. The intimate beauty of such a thought brought tears to my eyes.

He manipulated my nipples, taking turns until the milk was freely spraying into his eager mouth. Powerful streams impacted his lips, his face, and down his chin between swallows. I imagined how he must have looked as a baby when his mother nursed him. So beautiful and natural…

At nearly the same moment, K choked and I felt the intensity of my milk flow dramatically increase when the first sounds of the baby crying reached our ears. K and I looked each other in the eyes, and time froze for a moment.

“As I kept trying to tell you, Kay, we are running out of time. We need to get going,” he laughed.

“You know, you can be a real jerk, K. You know that?”

And as if to prove the point, without warning, I quickly pushed K with both of my hands causing him to fall backward onto the bedroom floor. Before he could recover, I quickly ripped down my shorts and panties and straddled him, sitting on his face with my moist pussy. Bobbing up and down across his nose and mouth a couple of times, I gave him one slow swipe of my bush across his face before I rose to tend to the baby.

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An hour or so later, we made it to his old high school. We could hear the thumping of the bass all the way out in the parking lot. A lot of people had come, more than I expected. Even though it was after 9 PM, the July air was hot and muggy. Not a good night to stay outside for long in business casual attire.

K was decked out in a nice form-fitting light blue polo shirt, khaki slacks, and brown loafers. I wore a matching blue silk maxi dress with a plunging neckline and spaghetti drawstring. Unfortunately, my post-pregnancy tits displayed more cleavage than I would have liked, even supported by the nursing bra. Yet my husband didn’t seem to mind. Plus, it would be dark in the gym, so hopefully not too many of his high school buddies would notice his wife’s abundant mammary glands. However, the thought of catching his friends sneaking a quick peek flattered me, causing a bit of a tingle down there.

We made our way inside to the packed and noisy gym. The band was covering hits from the 80s, 90s, and 2000s. We found a table towards the back and set up shop there. The party was in full swing by the time we arrived thanks to the orange barrels and detours of summer road construction.

After getting our bearings and realizing we actually were free from the baby for a couple of hours, we began to get into the spirit of things. The band was actually pretty good; I especially liked the bass player and drummer. They must have been brothers. Both were well put together and put a nice bottom to the sounds of their songs. And speaking of “bottoms,” it doesn’t take much to get me going with a strong drummer and driving bass player performing live on stage. Especially in tight jeans like they were tucked in to.

K introduced me to several of his old buddies, all married now, mostly balding and sporting various degrees of beer bellies. All were nice. We went from couple to couple as my husband introduced me, and they shared their stories of past glories on the gridiron and baseball diamonds out back. I wasn’t bored. Even though it was hard to hear everything with the music blaring, I could make out most of it. He seemed to be quite the popular dude back in the day.

One couple, in particular, caught my attention. A pretty girl, buxom like me and probably my age but thinner with a sweet face, literally rushed toward us. I didn’t have time to react.

“K? K? Is that you? Oh my goodness. Look at you, you don’t look a bit different!” She gave my husband a warm hug as I was trying to figure out what was going on. She couldn’t stop laughing and gushing at seeing K here.

“Oh, I’m sorry. You must be his wife. Your husband took me to the senior prom. He was so sweet. Such a gentleman. Not like the other football players. We had a wonderful time. I mean…he was so sweet and gentle…Ah, I didn’t mean… Uhm. You know what I mean.”

Nervous laughter.

Hmmm, I didn’t recall K ever talking about this chick. Damn, she had bigger tits than me and I was nursing! Well, I had to give it to my husband; he knows how to pick his women, lol.

She seemed to be a sweet young woman and gave K and I both a nice warm hug. Yep, hers were real alright. And spectacular.

After some well-intended yet meaningless small talk, she and her husband left us.

I raised an eyebrow to my husband.

“What? I have told you about her before. We went out a few times. We may have experimented. Nothing serious. Besides, that was five years ago. My memory isn’t what it used to be.”

I punched him in the shoulder.

“Well K, she seems like a sweet woman and looks very happy with her husband. But come on, her chest. Did she have those taa-taas in high school?”

“Oh yes Kay, she certainly did. She really did. Her name is Bettie and we used to refer to her as “Bouncing Bettie. That’s probably why there were many of us jocks in the stands cheering her on at her basketball, volleyball, and softball games. She was quite the jockette, you know.”

“Really? I thought you said you didn’t remember? Your memory isn’t what it used to be, you just said!”

Things always seem to work out for my dear K. At that moment, when I was about to give him some serious shit, the lights dimmed and the band announced they were going to play a slow set.

I crossed my arms, huffed, and feigned being jealous as he took me by the hand and led me to the dance floor. Jokingly, I kept my distance from him until he pulled me in real close, smashing my tender tits against his chest.

“Hey, now! Careful, Mister. Even though I nursed the baby – and YOU – before we left, I’m carrying a lot of milk in these jugs you know.”

“Sorry.”

“Uh-huh.”

The band covered several power ballads of our era, which reached a crescendo with their emotional covers of The Difficult Kind and Somersault. They ended their slow set with Stairway to Heaven.

There was one problem. I always become instantly horny whenever I hear The Difficult Kind by Sheryl Crow and Somersault by Zero 7. Very horny. And I was amazed they would play those two songs in particular. What were the odds? By the time Stairway ended, both my pussy and nipples were throbbing. I felt the milk coming in again. Damn.

Right there on the dance floor at his high school gym, I transformed into a woman in heat. And my nipples started leaking. Really leaking. My nursing pads were nearly soaked through with fresh milk.

Oh, Snap!

“Ah, K. You know what those two songs do to me. I am leaking. Really bad. And you look very sexy right now and smell wonderful. We need to get out of here; right now, if you know what I mean.”

At first, he seemed confused, giving me the deer-in-the-headlights look. But he quickly recovered. I could see the wheels turning in my husband’s beautiful yet mischievous brown eyes as he pondered our options.

“Hmmm, let me think, Kay. Give me a sec.” Maybe half a minute later, a sly smile washed across his handsome face.

“Follow me, my dear,” he said as he grabbed my hand and led me out of the crowded noisy gym and into the hallway. I’ve seen that look on his face countless times during our marriage – and I knew we were in for an adventure.

Walking briskly, hand in hand, he kept looking over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear. Eventually, we came to a stairwell near the end of the hallway.

“Ah, where are you taking me, my love?”

“You’ll see; just hold on. And trust me.”

I smiled to myself at this man’s God-given confidence and sense of adventure. I was actually quite interested in what he had up his sleeve this time. K rarely, if ever, disappoints. Slowly climbing the steps, we finally made it to the fourth floor. I was winded and had to stop for a minute to catch my breath. My tender tits were killing me as they continued leaking.

There was a door across the hall that looked like it might belong to a closet or something. Reaching into his sexy khaki slacks – oh, how I love his cute little butt in them – he fished a credit card from his wallet. Checking again to make sure there was no one around this darkened hallway; K expertly worked the mechanism between the door and the strike plate.

Incredibly, it clicked and opened.

Low and behold, there was a built-in ladder leading up to a hatch or something. K climbed up the ladder and worked the handle, pushing up. The hatched opened to the roof. Are you kidding me?

“What did you just do? How did you…?”

Looking down at me with a smile resembling the Cheshire Cat in Disney’s Alice in Wonderland, he said: “We used to sneak up here sometimes to skip class or hang out. Even worked on our tans sometimes. I can’t believe nothing has changed. Back then we used a driver’s license or fake ID. What are the odds?”

I smirked in disbelief and slowly, carefully, made my way up the ladder to join my husband on the roof of his old high school. Part of me could not believe we were doing this. Climbing was not easy with heavy tits and the dress. He reached down to assist me as I was climbing up and took a healthy look at my sweaty and swaying boobs.

“Damn girl. I’m sorry, but I can’t help marveling at those. I mean, you have the most beautiful tits, and the thought of them filled with your milk is so beautiful and intimate. That is so cool.”

“Well thank you, babe. How kind of you to notice. Better than Bouncing Bettie’s?”

He ignored the verbal jab. As I carefully stepped off the ladder onto the roof, I again caught my breath and took in the view. Yep, it was very dark up here and we could see the surrounding buildings and neighboring houses rather well. In the back were several baseball diamonds and a football field. A lot of trees, too. It was a flat roof that kind of angled down towards the middle. The wall or ledge around the roof was up to my shoulders and another ladder hung close-by on the other side; I guess it led down to the parking lot or something. The roof’s surface was something like plastic or high tech rubber, kind of squishy yet firm.

My back was turned to K as I looked out upon those fields in the darkness, backlit by the night lights of the neighboring houses. It was a romantic moment with the air sultry this cloudy evening. Even though it was muggy, I felt a wisp of a nice little breeze. It felt good up here. I could hear the muffled noises of the band and the traffic mixed with the lonely voice of a train sounding its horn from somewhere far away.

Taking this all in with the sweet romance of the moment, I felt the hem of my dress slowly levitating. My husband was behind me gently lifting up my dress.

He doesn’t waste any time, I thought to myself.

I opened my stance to shoulder width as the dress made its way up to my shoulders.

Leaning me forward and placing my arms upon the “wall” around the roof, K gently worked the dress over my head and hung it on the ladder we had just climbed. The light warm breeze felt good against my now exposed back as I looked around making sure no one could see us.

From behind me, K said, “Damn, girl, no panties? I love it! Pretty bold of you, don’t you think? Going out in public with no panties hiding that amazing bush of yours?”

“Well, hon, I wanted to make this high school reunion of yours something special – a night you wouldn’t forget.”

Before I could ask him to do so, I felt his fingers working the claps of my maternity bra, until he got them all unhooked. This time I lifted my arms towards the sky as he pulled it up and over my head.

Somewhat self-conscience about now being totally naked and vulnerable on the roof of his old high school, I took in a deep breath and adapted to the moment. Leaning slightly forward, my arms rested on the “ledge” as my tits hung down, dripping milk.

“Oooooh!” My hips recoiled as he surprised me with the sensation of his tongue traveling the curve of my ass. He gently nibbled my cheeks as I subtly parted my legs a little further for him. I liked the suspense of what was happening with my back to him. Licking my ass like an ice cream cone, K reached his hand around to my front and began stroking the prominent soft brown hair between my legs.

“Oh, Kay, you are so incredibly hot. I adore your ass and your hairy pussy. Mmmmmm, babe. Mmmmmmmm.”

His hot wet tongue continued its sensual journey on my ass, nipping and licking as his gentle fingers feathered the hair of my pussy. Then he traced his tongue slowly and deliberately up and down along the peach fuzz of my spine and the back of my thighs. It felt wonderful.

“Wow, Kay, your skin is so hot right now. I love your cute peach fuzz; I will try not to tickle you, babe.”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that, lover.” I suddenly felt his hands K’s long arms reach around me from behind and start gently massaging my tits again. I tensed with the pressure and dull ache, trying to relax as his hands tenderly massaged them.

I started to turn around to face him when he said “No, Kay, stay right there. Let me try it this way. Just relax. Stay like that.”

I didn’t answer because I was beginning to feel relief at his magical touch as his gifted fingers worked my milk-swollen tits and nipples.

“Mmmmmmm, K, where did you learn to do that? That’s right, keep it up. Nice and slow.”

I felt my milk coming down. “Oh yes, that’s it. Ahhhhhhh. Verrrrrry nice… Ahhhhhhhhh.”

Before long, I heard something resembling the sound of someone using a squirt gun. I looked up from my state of relief towards the darkened sky. It was not raining. Rather, it was the sounds of my milk spraying onto the roof.

“Damn Kay, look at that! Look at your titties spraying. That is really hot. Should I keep doing this? I love it. Oh, this is so erotic honey. Look at those long streams!”

He kept expressing my milk as the pain and pressure left my tits. Oh, what a relief. I looked down to see the milk pooling at my feet. I knew I shouldn’t feel bad about it, as I had several bottles labeled and ready to go in the refrigerator. To me, this was like pumping except I wasn’t storing any for the baby. I still felt a little guilty, but I had to release this pressure, and my husband was doing a magnificent job right there on top of that darkened roof. Before too long, I felt much better thanks to his efforts.

Eager to reward K for bringing me relief, I turned to face him again. This time, I didn’t let him stop me. Somehow, he had already removed his khakis and boxers and stood there clad only in his shirt and shoes.

Facing my husband, standing naked before him, I loved him. The gentle look on his rugged face only inches from mine. His narrow hips, muscular runner’s legs, and raging hard-on made K a beautiful man to behold.

It was a magical moment frozen in time. I could still hear that train way off in the distance as the gentle warm breeze soothed my bare flesh. I knew what to do.

“Now it’s my turn, K. Follow me.”

I took him by his hand and led him over to the ladder on the other side of that roof wall.

Gingerly, I climbed a couple of rungs before carefully depositing my ass onto one of the steps. Without saying a word, I slowly parted my legs for my man. My feet hung just a little above the floor of the roof.

“Make love to me, K. Make love to me right here, please.”

My husband gently smiled and stroked his cock a few times as I watched. Incredibly, it seemed bigger and thicker than when I last saw it a couple of hours ago.

I don’t know how he did it, but K approached me and, even with the height differential of me crammed onto the rung of that roof ladder, effortlessly guided his penis into my pussy without his hands. I was so wet and he was so hard that he slid right into me – to the hilt.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! How did you do that, K?”

I prepared myself for some intense lovemaking at that moment with my husband buried deep inside me. Yet he didn’t move. He stood there inside me and said nothing.

He reached down taking both of my little hands into his big strong ones. They felt so warm and masculine.

I clamped my Kegel-strengthened vaginal muscles firmly around his cock with all my might, feeling him throb deep within me. Yet he didn’t move. Neither did I.

It was an intensely honest and intimate moment, the two of us there as husband and wife in the dark, connected to each other only by his penis buried inside me. I felt his pubes meshing into mine as we held hands and said nothing.

My husband looked deeply into my eyes. The moment brought to mind the lyrics from that beautiful song from Led Zeppelin “The Rain Song.” I could almost hear the magical voice of Robert Plant singing:

“It is the summer of my smiles,

Flee from me, keepers of the gloom;

Speak to me only with your eyes, oh…

It is to you, I give this tune…”

The song played over and over in my mind. We remained there, connected by our love, neither one of us daring to move for what seemed the longest time. We were no longer two people. It truly felt as if we were one at that moment. The way God created us. The way He intended for us to be as Husband and Wife.

Overcome by emotion, I started sniffling and crying like a baby.

“Oh, K, my K, I love you so very much, so very much. Thank you for loving me, and for being the father of our child. Our protector and provider. I don’t know what I would do without you. Never leave me, never leave me,” I pleaded through tears. My hands still firmly clasped in his, I couldn’t wipe off the tears streaming down my face.

As if on cue, K’s grip on my hands grew tighter until they actually hurt, and his eyes grew big. His face contorted. He began breathing heavily as his chest began rising and falling very quickly.

It must have been adrenaline; somehow, I broke free of his monster grip, threw my arms around his neck, and wrapped my legs around his hips. His body convulsed in a massive orgasm as I felt his tremendous release deep inside me. He groaned and growled with the sexy guttural sound that I love hearing as he cums.

“Oh. Oh. Oh, Kay. Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm. Agghhhhhhhhhhhhh… I love you too, babe. I love you, Kay. Ooooooooooooooooooh.”

K deposited his seed deep inside me. Its molten heat filled me while I remained wrapped around him with the ladder for partial support. It felt wonderful being so tightly connected in mind and spirit to my husband at that moment. We clung onto each other as his orgasm subsided. It wasn’t long before I felt something warm again slowly oozing out of my nipples and, this time, my pussy too. K eventually started to fall out. Yet we were still holding on to each other, neither one of us willing to let go.

With my tits pancaked against his chest, arms and legs tightly wrapped around my man, I inhaled his masculine scent and enjoyed the rough stubble of his beard. All was right with the world.

And it started to rain…

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9 replies
  1. Harper Shelby Thornton says:

    Wow, I never thought it could be like that – I breastfed both my girls, and I never leaked like that… Thank you for sharing your experience, ladygarden. God bless you both, my dear <3

  2. Atrain says:

    Honestly, this may be one of the top 5 stories I've ever read here. The integration of hot erotic scenes AND the emotional/spiritual intimacy puts it over the top. Really nicely done!

  3. PacMan says:

    Awesome! You both have so much fun. It's hot… and inspiring! This is exactly what "sex positive" looks like!

  4. Adam Rose says:

    Hot! hot! hot story!
    It was like living it first hand, it was so well written.
    kudos!
    *Whew* time for a cold shower.

  5. lenos says:

    Excellently composed prose and red hot sensuality. Top story for sure! I especially love how you appreciate the sexuality of other people around you with maturity, security and transparency.

  6. Upcomingauthor says:

    That was loving and awesome!

    Bouncing Betty got me thinking that I'm glad the wife and I are high school sweethearts. 🤣🤣🤣 I don't have to worry about any of my past showing up and talking about how wonderful I am.

    You two are awesome and I loved nursing from my wife all four pregnancies, I miss it dearly but also don't want to start having kids again 🤣🤣 the memories will suffice.

  7. hornyGG says:

    Great story Ladygarden! Very erotic and well written. God bless you both and of course stay horny always.

  8. mlklvr says:

    I really enjoyed that story. My wife and I have been married 23 years and we were an adult nursing couple for 15 of those. It was an incredibly loving and intimate part of our relationship that I cherish everyday. Your story is so incredibly real that it takes me back to those days. Nicely done.

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