Picking up from Story # 3 ...

After getting the grand enlistment of the residue of their magnificent base, including spending nearly an hour outside in their beautiful gardens, we finished sipping our drink on the border of the pond with our feet dangling in the warmly pee. I didn't want to allow. But if we were going to spend the night, we needed to get home and pack for Jim's trip to N Everglade State and my stay with Kim. Mike got us out the door with the promise of the best steaks we have ever had if we got back in metre for dinner. He claimed he had some"Nipponese steaks"that were better than any in the intact freaking earth !

"topper in the hale earthly concern ? What ... Is Toyota now making steaks ?"I teased Mike. He and Jim just rolled their middle and Kim covered her mouth and conveniently turned away.

That's how it was going to be with these people. Teasing and being teased, with all of us making smart if not smart ass comments ! This unharmed weekend might have turned out so differently if we hadn't been so relaxed around them. It felt like we had been acquaintance for years.

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Well ... with the bribe of Toyota steaks, we reluctantly scooted off to our home and that gave us some needed time during the drive to check in with each other about what we were getting ourselves into.

"Ash ... Do you really like this guy mike ? If not, you have to be thrifty. He's head over hound about you and for a guy who has just had a new sister with such a beautiful wife ... his emotions seem largely with you. The new family line isn't what's grabbing him right now and it's because of you. I'm serious Ash. He's got it bad !"

"Jim, no one has affected me like mike since we got involved with Alex. I didn't talk to you much about how desperately Alex wanted me to pass on you and hook up with him. It was at least a fun idea to play with. But Mike has triggered those old feelings, feelings I thought were gone.

Yes I like him. I like Mike a unit bunch. I have no job thinking about spending a lot of metre with him. And I'll just come out and remind you ...

I really do want to have another baby and I'm thinking more and more everything could exercise out between the four of us. The idea of actually planning on getting meaning with Mike, you know ... deliberately fucking him on the optimal day ... maybe filming it with you and Kim by my side watching it all, and feeling his come going up in my uterine cervix reaching my egg ... Oh Jim, that gets me really wet ! You know how much I've fantasized about that happening someday. This might be that guy !

Tell me what you are thinking about Kim. Do YOU like HER ? That's the real question or is she too psycho for ya ?"

"She is a bit ‘ out there'with those dreams. I'm not really indisputable how I feel about all that yet and considering how lots you and I have played with the fantasy of having another kid with a new guy, you must understand, this is no longer a fantasy. This is real, Ash.

As far as how I FEEL about her ... Kim is intoxicating to me like no other woman I've been with. When she gets me going, hell yes I want to tap her up !

I'm just concerned that we don't know them that well, especially to be thinking those kind of intellection or making these kind of decisions. We are talking life long consequences when we talk about babies."

"Don't you think I realize that Jim ? Don't you think I've considered all that every time we got hot and bothered over that very estimate ? But the upheaval of person fucking me without a condom so his cum is allowed up my cervix, that never went away.

I didn't just act with that fantasize while we were together. I used that thought to"get off"with well-nigh of the cat I've ever fucked. Saying ..."Cum inside me and seduce me a child"always got me and him"over the top."The more I used that, the unassailable my orgasms got !

I know that fantasy stayed hot for you too. Why was that ? Because you love playing the cuckolding game together ! It wasn't just the opinion of me fucking another guy. We got used to that pretty quickly. What really worked was me having another guy's sister ! That always worked.

Remember how it started ? How many prison term did I deny you an orgasm until finally I felt you"deserved one ?"I would keep you sooooo recollective"on the edge"by talking about letting some hot guy we might meet knock me up !

Remember how I would always describe that guy as more well-favoured than you or smarter than you and how I wanted my new baby to have a prick as huge as his and not as flyspeck as yours ?

Remember how I would describe that baby as being much more beautiful or talented if it was his instead of yours ? Maybe MY child could even end up being a professional athlete if I chose a bulky stud instead of a wimpy guy like you ? And then how we would drag you around clubs while I graded the single guys as possible fathers ?

Remember all that talking ?

You realize I said all those things because it was the only way I could get you that charged up ? I did it all for you and I took your cuckolding fetish places that weren't always enjoyable to me ... but I always envied how erotic you could get.

For instance ... You must've realized what I was doing when I started making you go down on my pussy after you had come in it and how I trained you to completely suck me clear. call back how that would always get you hard again ? What would I then do ? I would always draw you off ! I did that because I loved you so much.

Remember the first clock time I came family with Jerry and he fucked me right wing on the hood of his car, in our private road, with the headlights on, and I came in after he was done using me with all his cum running down my legs and I made you clean me up with your knife ? Remember how firmly you came after all that ?

By myself, I couldn't get you that hot ! That's why I decided to make you eat unusual cum out of me as often as possible. It was never as hot for me as it was for you. call back how many prison term after eating some guy's cum and me stroking your cock, you would groan and shake and blast your cum so hard it would go way over your headland and run down the bed headboard ?

Admit it Jim. It isn't"just me fucking mortal"that gets to you. It's his cum in my pussy. Cum is n't just some gooie substance to you. It's freaking alive ! It has a power to piddle a baby inside me. That's why the fantasy never got old for either of us.

And I don't think you've ever gotten so high gear as the fourth dimension I told you I would be ovulating that coming weekend and was already off the pill ! And how I was going to fuck every guy with"eight inches"or more at the club and you were going to have to watch me think MY next child ! I didn't tell you it wasn't true. I needed you to believe I had really stopped taking the pill when I fucked those bozo. I wanted to see if you could baffle that line about person else getting me pregnant. You did it with a raging hard on and by doing so you allowed me to consider another man's baby !

Remember how turned on you were watching me have a go at it ... What was it, four hombre ? Remember how excited you were licking me clean each time afterwards ? Remember how I wouldn't allow you to cum until the end of the weekend ? And how by then your ball were all swollen ... And how intemperate you cried when I allowed you to finally cum ! Those were charming metre for both of us Jim. The expert clip among so many wonderful times ! Thank you for them.

Think of all the interesting changes that came our way after we learned how to ‘ envision something'while edging each former to incredible tiptop. Did you even think we could take this detail ‘ new baby thing'to the brink of so many climaxes without the actual experience creating ?"

"Yea I know Ash. I worried about that more often than you know after we came down from those heights. You wanting to get pregnant was always hot. But ..."

"No buts ... have some faith that it has finally created ... and it's creating better than we had ever imagined. Our fancy never included another woman and yet here we are.

Kim, BEAUTIFUL Kim, is yours now. It's not just me and gorgeous Mike. There's a nice residuum to all this. mike may be just a bit more giving and refined than you but Kim is way more beautiful and talented than me. You are one prosperous guy !

She had her dreams for nine month. We had our fantasies for a few years. What's the big conflict between an intense dreaming or intense fantasy ? Could you even imagine a proficient couple to do this with ?

start thinking about ‘ what if it works ?'What if the four of us become womb-to-tomb mate facing all of spirit's challenges together, traveling together, building things together, proving our love to each early year after year ... until ‘ end do us part ?'

Can you ideate how often to a greater extent interesting aliveness will be with them and our reciprocal kids at our position ? That's how I'm viewing this. We've played around with so many illusion and so many the great unwashed. Aren't you kinda done with that ? I am. I'm ready for this ! I'm ready for making love. I'm ready for a new baby !"

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We rode the rest of the way place without speaking a great deal. I knew I had just stirred up a unit bunch in Jim but there was also so a lot inside me to think about.

Like ... Why I"fuck being in beloved"so much and why I fall into it so easily. It can create some job ... but despite that I resolved I didn't want to populate my life any former way. There was no ownership, no house, no car, no vacation, no adventure, no accolade or sense of military position or power that even comes close in meaning to me than that affectionate intoxicating feeling of falling in erotic love with someone new and enjoying their company. Our life style has allowed me to do that many times and from that point of eyeshot, I may be the luckiest charwoman in the domain !

Trusting someone, even someone you love, is an entirely different topic. trustingness is not something I fall into. For me ... it has to be earned. And I'm thinking this hale affair with Mike and Kim is going to withdraw some time for trust to come forth.

Nevertheless here I am again. Feeling such strong emotions for Mike and almost as much for his incredibly lovely married woman and this new carry infant, Poppy. This has never happened before, falling for three people, and a family no less ! All I know is these feeling are much deeper than common. They are visceral. I feel them in my gut like a vibration in sync with something on a a great deal grander scale than I can imagine.

Sami is true for the intimate slope with Mike. It has left me dripping all day long with something good going on with my breasts. They started out feeling on fire in the hospital but now after letting Poppy suck on them and having that orgasm with her, they are aching. And as I've finished packing my clothes to locomote in with Kim, they seem swollen.

"Jim ... come in here. appear at my breasts. Do they look different to you ?"

"Different ? Of class they are. I've always told you your titmouse were dissimilar. I could plunk them out of a line-up blindfolded. Remember that time I did that in Jamaica ?

Babe ... are you trying to get me hard ? I don't think we have metre and I'm tellin ya. My cock is still tender from survive night !"

"No seriously. number over here and feel them. Do they seem thicker than usual ? Here. Put your hands underneath and lift them. Now squeeze them lightly ... A little harder. Feel that stocky maculation right in the center ? It's so sensitive there !"

"Maybe Ash. I just think they feel great ! But if we keep this up both of us are going to be late for dinner at their house. mike said he was putting the steaks on at 7:30 and not to be late. That leaves us less than 30 minutes to get there. I'm load down and already ingest my bags in my car. How about you ?"

"I'm packed. Could you take these down ? I'll follow you there. But I'm telling ya. Something is going on with these boobs !"

"Ash ... What do you look ? You've just gone through probably the most emotionally acute experiences we've ever had with you delivering that baby, trying to nurse it ... and on top of all that, falling in love with a new guy ! Your endocrine have to be raging. That's got to send a jolt to every secretory organ in your dead body !

grab your keys and I'll meet you down at the auto. We got ta go !

What have you got in these suitcases ? John Rock ?"

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So here it is. I'm moving in ! It all seems so bizarre if not risky and yet so born, all at the Lapplander time. My opinion are all over the map just like they always are when it comes to love and sex.

However ... Jim and I have learned one affair over the concluding few class of our intimate exploits. When we get a certain tone or saturation in our erotic response, it is best to break and train note. Something important is always at our doorstep.

That uncovering is one of the coolheaded vista in our partake in experiences. Great desire, not just the normal erotic gun trigger, but deep down desire has proved trustworthy and a good indicator of something new and worthwhile coming our way. That's exactly how this whole encounter with microphone and Kim look. I don't think Jim and I have ever found a yoke so equally matched to us, and that leaves both of us wondering about the"destiny of our souls."

They really are special people and I might as well tell you, since we met them, I was constantly dripping. I mean, I changed out the 6th pad inside my panties that day and was pretty sure as shooting it would also be soaked soon.

Tomorrow both of our hombre would be gone for maybe a twin hebdomad and then it would just be me, Kim and little Poppy. What were we getting ourselves into ?

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"Come on in you two. microphone is out back and just say me he put the steaks on when he heard you pull up. Jim, go ahead and conduct all those bags up to your room. Ash, want to avail me get the deglutition ready ?"

"Sure do ! Got any Tanquerey ?"

"Oh yea ! It's Mike's dearie. I'm more a Cuervo Gold gal. I'm not really into whiskey but I love its oak gun barrel aging. Wait ... let me guess. I bet that's what Jim likes too ?"

"Kim, if it's not red wine-coloured then tequila or a margarita is nearly all he drinks unless he's biking and then it's beer. The hoppier the better !"

"My goodness Ash. Same here. I can drink a whole pitcher of the stuff after a hundred ride ! delay ... you said Jim wheel ? Do you entail a bicycle ?"

"Oh yea. He ‘ pushes pedals.'I think he has 8 bicycles in the service department and is constantly buying and selling new ones. He's hooked up with a few professional bikers on eBay. They get a new motorcycle every year through their presenter and then automatically sell their old one to Jim. So he's always riding the dependable new bikes, well ... one year old motorcycle but new to him.

Kim, sometimes I think he likes biking Sir Thomas More than sex ! Since he got into it twelvemonth ago, he hardly golfs any more and even insists on having his electric current ‘ favorite drive'hanging on our bedroom wall. He says ...

‘ The visual geometry of the bicycle does something important to my brain before I go to sleep.'

He even pets it every time he goes by and claims he can hear it wail if he doesn't withdraw it out. He's absolutely crazy about bikes. I've tried to do the ride with him. He's even bought me a couple on expensive ones. It's just not me."

"Does he ever go on long rides like a 100 ? A 100 miles ? If he does I'm totally stealing him from you !"

"Kim ... all the time ! and that makes him gone most of the day. It's the one thing in our lives that separates us. I just can't do it and I always feel bad not going with him."

"Oh my gawd Ash ! This keeps getting better and better. I have the same trouble with Mike ! His thought of a great day is hunting antiques in quaint niggling stores or landed estate sales or old farm houses. He's got an eye for it. He's a ‘ picker !'Look around the house. Nearly everything we once had has been upgraded by an antique.

I'd rather spend the day riding my bike through farm lands."

"Kim, We are swapping husband. Picking is exactly what I love to do when Jim is out riding !"With

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"miss ... Steaks are done. Drinks ready ? Jim and I are thirsty !"

"Yes ! Coming right out."“ Ash can you get the two pitchers. I'll get deoxyephedrine and the ice. Geez. I can't believe he wheel !"

The meal we shared couldn't have been more lovely and romantic. Their patio mesa was as special as their sumptuous old menage. I've never seen a 6 foot cross sectioned slab cut off the trunk of a redwood tree and used for a hold over top. It was about 4"midst and still had deeply furrowed barque around the edge. Set on a combination real limb pedestal, polished and coated with acrylic resin, it looked dramatic. Mike said, he had counted over 600 ringing in that slab.

He is also quite the chef. The grill Asparagus officinales, zucchini, Vanessa Stephen peppers were perfectly done, along with barbecued mushrooms and sauce over quinoa, and those"Japanese steaks"... They were definitely the compact and most succulent I've ever had. Jim commented ...

"You know Ash, Toyota's Kobe beef is a bit pricey. That's because it is really made by Lexus !"

That impudent ass comment kinda made mike and Kim choke on their food.

All I knew was, I've never had a steak that seemed to thaw in my mouth ! I guess I'll just get to get used to Mike's sense of style and budget.

I might have added a prissy nursing bottle or two of red wine instead of our pitchers but it was really internal sitting by myself side by side to Mike sharing our T & Ts all night and talking antiques while Kim and Jim were snuggled up talking bikes with their pitcher of margaritas. All four of us were laughing and teasing each other about our different proclivity and we all ended up well lubricated by the prison term the repast was finished.

Ok. I'm sure you're thinking we had to talk about more than just antique and bike and we did.

After setting plans and outlook for the get calendar week of microphone and Jim being away in northward Florida ... the conversation went directly into sex, along with recounting the dark we had just shared, what made us laugh about it, what scared the crap out of us, and what the conditional relation of our meeting each former might mean.

Eventually we had to discuss the vast"white elephant"in the room ... Which was Kim's dreams about"coming together this wondrous yoke, falling in love with them, and two class later each of us having a new baby with each former's spouse."As looney as that sounds, I think Jim and I were starting to share a belief it all might be coming true.

The unit conversation shifted with Kim's surprising excuse.

"Jim and Ashley ... I am abashed and sorry about blurting out my dreams to you end night. I know I'm a lilliputian bit salute right now, but looking back to live night I think I was a little"sex drunk"then too. It seems now a horrible thing to do to you both. It's not like me to do something as that. I've hosted hundreds of people on my turn over the stopping point few years and I'm normally very good at reading hoi polloi and good at tiptoeing around their psychological number while never imposing on them. Last Night I more than imposed on both of you and acted like some silly teenaged girlfriend in love. So now I'm asking your pardon. You've both have been extraordinarily translate, kind and helpful since we've met you. Honestly ... I don't understand why I haven't scared you off."

I was a bit upset when Kim said that. I didn't expect nor think an apology was needed, although it was a squeamish thing to discover from this new mother. However it totally sobered up the standard pressure at the table. Fortunately Jim jumped in with words that made me proud of him.

"Kim ... Ashley and I have been in this life style for several years now and we are quite cognisant of how conversations and confessions come out while we are erotically charged. Last night was like that for all of us ... but for me it was the most acute sex I've ever had with anyone in this lifestyle. It certainly matched anything Ash and I have ever shared. I sense those notion seem common at this table ... no apology is certainly needed for that.

As far as your dreams go, I understand why it all came out because we were all high as a kite in sex finally Nox. I don't think you are telling us right now you don't believe them any more. I think the very question is if your dreams are truly precognitive or not. I am starting to conceive they might be. I've intellection about that all day and this is what I've come up with.

If we were the incorrect couple, I mean if we were not the match in your dreams, or if the dreams were zip to a greater extent than your imaginations during your maternity, then don't you think that sometime during finish even and today, something would've ‘ gone south'or at least as you just said, ‘ scared us off'? Instead, the opposite word has occurred. We all felt an vivid attractive force to each other and then sharing the parturition of Poppy ... obviously that grew us closer or as Ashley has said, ‘ It know bonded us !'

Kim ... I am absolutely ... oh what's the watchword I'm looking for ... ‘ SMITTEN with you'... and everything I've learned about you by talking tonight and talking this break of day with your husband. As far as I know, he feels the same way about Ashley.

And the part about having each other's babies ... I can secern you this. Ashley has had a phantasy about about getting impregnated by another man for years. I bet I've helped her to a hundred orgasms when the induction was not me. Instead it was the intellection of her getting knocked up by another guy cumming interior. Both of us have always wondered why that particular phantasy worked so well and so long. I've rarely heard of it being common in the crowd we've played with.

Yet ... here we are with you two. Maybe all of Ashley's fantasies were touching something in her time to come ... just like your aspiration.

You and mike and Ashley seem predisposed to swapping fathers. I'll have to be reliable. I need some metre to line up to that idea. The implications seem far and wide to me. But if Ashley's fantasy was going to happen with anyone I would want it to be with you two.

I'm glad it's now all out in the clear and not some resident docket you and microphone were hiding from us. I believe satinpod is the foundation to any relationship and especially when we are all about to venture on a journey into intertwined family relationship that few the great unwashed ever think possible let alone assay.

Kim ... I feel like I'm falling in love with you in ways that are way beyond my coherent mind. I'm glad Mike and I are leaving for a couple up weeks. That should give us all some time to cool down and see if the touch we've shared this weekend remain. I think we will all recognise better what's really existent ... when we get back."

By the time Jim was done speaking all that and more, Kim was openly sobbing and continued doing so until Jim flipped his leg over the curved matching redwood bench to expression and firmly hug her. microphone was holding both my hands as he had done during Jim's talk and continued through Kim's emotional dismissal. We just sat and watched our better half in awe. It could not own seemed Sir Thomas More sacred to both of us than if a huge beam of lightness had come out of the sky and engross Jim and Kim. None of us spoke for a long while, not until Kim stopped sobbing and shaking. Jim then spoke a most unsounded insight that would end up shaping our common kinship for days to number ...

"If this is going to work between the four us, it will come out or end with how it works between Kim and Ashley. I don't sense that mike and I will give as many likely issues as the two of you might, especially when it comes to possessiveness. He and I have already crossed the nosepiece of intimate submissiveness and have long since been comfortable with you two having early fan. The question is can you both handle the aspects of new babe ? Can you both learn to love each other, be sort to each early and be compassionate and intellect ?

And this might be even more important ... Will you both fall in love with each other on par with how you love us ? I think that's the lonesome way this is going to work. It's going to seethe down to choosing dear and loving responses vs choosing literary criticism and separation. If you two can manage that, then we all might build a very special joint category.

When microphone and I get back, I hope you two have figured that out and if you both say yes, an emphatic yes, then let's debate this ...

We completely swap married woman for 90 daylight and after that meter we review our relationships and continue or adapt our correspondence. But when I say barter, I mean really swap. Nothing pretend. I want to kip with Kim every night. I want to reply to her only, and her to me, for what we decide is important to us and how we spend our days just as if we were married and monogamous.

If we can put at least some short honeymoon together while dealing with this new infant, all the beneficial and I suggest the same for both of you.

I don't think we should even think about swapping back until that 90 days is over. I suggest we enter this with absolutely no predetermine point of accumulation on how far we fall in making love with each other.

Realistically, it may be hard at sentence. We may get feelings of jealousy and even get totally pissed with each other. But hopefully, after all that, we will have a unspoiled estimation if this is a mere fantasy or something more divinely divine and energized.

We need to gain going in to this that it could end up disastrous to both of our marriages. We might decide to just get back with our wives or ... we could end up leaving them to stick around with each other's wife ... and as"new couples"go our offprint ways. Separation is a naturalistic outcome we must contemplate.

It's crucial that we all see this as a immense gamble.

microphone, by planning this 90 day separation, I'm not proposing we forget or fall out of making love with our mate. Nor am I very afraid this will indeed end our married couple. Ashley and I have had plenty of tempting chances to lead our matrimony and might have if we wanted to. I feel pretty secure in our love and I sense the same is true for you two.

Mike ... I guess what I am suggesting is that we train some sentence to centralise on building a life with our new spouse, our minute wife, and if that works for both of us, actually works for all four of us, then at the end of 90 days we can be after the adjacent time period of metre, maybe another 90 days or whatever we decide it should be.

But if we all believe Kim's aspiration to be dead on target, a little over a year from now I'm going to have impregnated ner with a new baby, as you will make with Ash. That's shit expectant for me to cerebrate about right now but ... as Ashley has been reminding me ... potentially this disturbed matter could also be incredibly like an utopia of love.

A year goes by fairly fast. That's why I believe we need to get right into it for the next 90 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and see if this can work."

There was really no discussion necessary. We all knew Jim was correctly. I liked the approximation and knew I wanted Mike as a"husband"and not just a lover. After talking with him tonight I could sense he was really prepare for somebody like me too. Mike was everything Jim was not and frailty versa was equally confessedly. It's not like I was done with Jim or wanted to leave him ... definitely not that. There was just a longing for individual like Mike inside me that came bubbling up to the surface this weekend, something I didn't quite know was still there.

And as I've watched Jim and Kim, it seems also honest for both of them. I'm so happy for him. Kim is so much more his type and what he has missed in me. Realizing that would normally have made me so jealous but there I was holding bridge player with the man of my dream.

I think we all agreed it would be best to come up out what was going to process or not work ... sooner than later.

I ended the eventide by standing up from the table saying ..."Ok but I'm claiming THIS married man for one last night before our 90 day matter begins. You two probably want to be with Poppy anyway. Speaking of which, I can hardly think she's been so quiet. Time to check on her. We're going to bed. See you both in the morning !"

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The second we closed our bedroom threshold I jumped in Jim's weapon system with my peg wrapped around his waist. He grabbed my nates and walked me over to our beautiful antique bed replete with the obligatory squeaks.

I can't remember the last time we so passionately attacked each other ! Jim pulled hard on my blouse with both hands, ripping it open causing push to fly and releasing the front clasp of my bra. His backtalk was immediately on my right white meat licking and sucking my teat and then sucking as very much of my bosom into his sass as possible while tonguing my nipple. He's got that technique down. No one has ever sucked my tits as well as Jim.

Besides the outrageous idea of Jim leaving me and me leaving him for a"handsome man of fashion"... what made this time even more different was the aching fire in my boobs. It didn't take but a few minutes and I was rocking in an unusually deep orgasm ! And other than my favorite blouse being ripped give, we were both still fully clothed !

Jim then moved to my left breast, before I really wanted him to, and attacked it in a fit of passion. Well that titty had been aching more than the right and it took him even less clock time to get my back arched as high as it would go in another shattering long lasting coming ! I finally collapsed in a panting fit !

"Oh you rocking hot he-man, I said laughing. You aren't thinking about me ! You are pretending you are about to fuck Kim aren't ya ?"

Jim didn't result. He only went back to my right hand dope and resolved that spirit of"unfinished concern"he had left in it. Just about as quickly, he sent me into my thirdly orgasm as I was arching my back again like a bucking bronco !

Now I was starting to finger the aerobic effects of all this and perspiration was forming on my face as Jim switched off my right tit, again before I wanted him too, and attacked my left breast. That too sent me rocking in another unusually cryptic orgasm.

This had never happened before. Normally a chest orgasm is rather light and leaves me longing for a mouth on my button. Not this time. All I heard myself saying was ...

"Don't you fucking barricade ! Suck my stallion boob longer ... not just my nipples ! Everything inside just go along getting more sensitive !"

So he didn't stop and continued alternating breasts, each clip until I convulsively came, and then left for the other bosom and that feeling of leaving before I ever wanted him to ... Each time it got more intense. Something strange was happening with my dumbbell. I started loosing numeration how many intense orgasms I had until everything went black.

I must 've passed out. That's happened only one time before ... with a cleaning woman, when Gail was making making love to me.

I woke up in the middle of the night. My clothes were off. My tomentum was all wet which must've been from the swither. We were both under the blanket and Jim was spooning me while fast asleep. I don't think we ever made dearest. Fuck ! Jim had to have been really turned on yet I didn't helper him out.

I reached down and find my panties. They were still on but were as soaked as if I had wet myself. I put my finger's breadth inside them to sense my burning clitoris and in only a few strokes I was cumming again. Afterwards, when I put my fingers in my mouth like I always do after I masturbate, they didn't smell or taste like semen. Nope. Jim had not gotten into my panties while I was out.

I might've woken him up by rolling over and sucking his rooster but something inside told me not to. I was in a unusual orgasmic glow that was a little waxwork. Somehow those orgasm seemed to yield a release from Jim, maybe even released our union. I knew I was going to be Mike's"wife"now for three months and more than that, my lesbian side was surely going to come forth with Kim.

Yea and more than that ... What I was feeling at that moment had null to do with Jim, or maybe even mike.

I was feeling very"breasty"and what emerged in my brain eye were Kim's beautiful Earth. Jim was right about that. I too have never seen such beauty in any set of breasts at any of our clubs. That might've made me a lilliputian envious of Kim or even jealous except I knew those"two babies"were going to be mine all mine for the next couple calendar week.

Just thinking about that made my own boobs tingle and initiate to burn. So I reached up and started to roll my tit, one and then the early, until I stiffened in another orgasm. This time something really strange happened ... my hand was all wet, as was the rag below my tits. How could that be possible ?

I quickly put my digit in my mouth and immediately recognized the taste. Oh my gawd. My Milk River is coming in ! This clearly tasted like colostrum. No admiration my breasts were so sensible. I suspected something like this was going on, but I never believed this could find so fast.

So there I was a new nursing woman with no child of her own. Oh this is too good to be true ! Now all I could reckon of was little Poppy and nursing her in the morn.

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Jim was up before I was, but woke me as he dressed and went downstairs for breakfast with Mike. So I snuck in Kim's elbow room and found her libertine asleep. As I walked over to that immense cot, I found little Poppy awake, cooing and looking right up at me. She was so adorable. I had to piece her up and then walk her over to their old rocker. Immediately Poppy was searching for a mamilla just like she had been doing that for weeks and since I was nude, except for my still dampish panties, it was easy for her to find one. We rocked like that for at least xx bit. It was one of the most exquisite nursings I could call up having.

Yes, my Milk started flowing. Both breasts. Poppy went back and forth between the two several fourth dimension. And yes, each prison term I had another orgasm, not"bed rocking"types like stopping point night, but still wonderful. Was it always going to be this way with Poppy ? I never had this many with my own nipper. If this keeps up, Kim and I will probably fight over who gets to nurse her.

It must've been my moans while nursing that woke her but when I finally opened my centre, I saw Kim sitting up in the bed smiling at me.

"Ashley ... that was the most beautiful thing I've ever witnessed ! How many clock time did you cum for goodness sake ?"

"I lost count, Kim. But that's not the good part ! surmise what came in close Nox ! My milk ! I woke up in the centre of the dark with my breasts on ardour and as I was starting to tweak them colostrum started squirting, not oozing, but squirting all over my handwriting and the rag. I don't get laid how this is possible but they were pretty full of milk this morning. Look at her ! She's sound asleep and satisfied !"

"Go put her down and then and come over here. As punishment for stealing my infant, you have to help me out ! My knocker are bursting at the seams !"

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Well ... this is how it started with Kim. I came over to her bed, grabbed her forefront and wedge my tongue down her throat as we tumbled backwards into her piled up comforter. It was a bit exorbitant for me to do that but was so much fun I just shock myself. Golly this gal can French osculate ! And I thought I was good. We grabbed each former's head word and mashed our lip. There a desperate feeling about Kim. She's was clearly ready for it, clearly more experient kissing a woman than I was. I loved it ! I remember thinking while our tongues swirled ...

"We are going to do this a lot these next yoke week !"

Soon, way too soon, Kim started pushing my school principal down to her breasts and literally forced me to take off nursing her.

I've tasted my own milk before and have always found it to be squeamish, sweet, and a fiddling diluent than cow's Milk. But never have I gotten it straight from a nipple. Oh this was nice ! Kim's milk was sweeter than I remember mine and seemed thicker too. I was turned and I was thirsty so I wasted no time devouring her bosom.

Here's the thing I learned right away. If I sucked her nipple and areola just right, kind of like Jim always does with a combination of sucking the chest first and then the nipple, I could get her Milk River to squeeze out pretty gruelling and not just dribble into my mouth. Once I learned that, I felt like I was milking Kim.

Of course of study this vivid breast action at law had Kim's back arched off the sheets too. I guess we have one thing in rough-cut. We both cum pretty anathemize easily with only our mamilla in action.

Oh how I love the notion of an coming rippling through someone's consistence as I'm loving on them. It's really unspoilt with a guy but great with a woman. And that morning with Kim, it seemed she had"three clits"with her nipples this raw. Her titty left my head spinning with thoughts of how we would eventually make honey to each early.

I drained her right white meat in poor purchase order and moved to her left hand doing the same until it stopped squirting and looked up at Kim. She had the most beautiful incandescence about her and it made me realize why Jim was so taken by her lulu. I started to arrive at up to osculate her again when she said ...

"Ashley please don't stop. That was one of the most wonderful sense experience I've ever had. There's still more milk there. I can experience it. Just go slower."

So I did and this clip, I wasn't attacking her bosom like some inexperienced stripling. I made honey to them instead. Slowly. Enjoying her tasty teat as more milk kept rewarding me each time I sucked.

I wish I knew how to identify what I was really experiencing with Kim. I guess there's a phone line that can be crossed when a woman makes love to a fair sex. Now I've played with fille. I've sucked a few twat and worked a few clit to an orgasm. But at a club that is all playful. It's not real number and I often did it just to get Jim or some husband all jacked up watching me with his married woman.

This was very different. I was really making love ... to a char. No man was involved and I touched for the first time what it felt like to be a lesbian. I loved it. I felt free and like I would forever be a different someone. In those moments I wanted Kim for myself.

I think that is the nub of being sapphic. You just want this char all for yourself, forever. You want her peach, her sex, her personality, her horse sense of way ... you want to be with her all the clock time. It's a hole or maybe easily ... a whirlpool I felt pulling me in and something couldn't and didn't want to resist. All I knew in that moment was, I loved those new tactual sensation.

Maybe it was the milk. Maybe nursing Kim triggered a long forgotten time when I was a baby and I loved nursed my mom. But I now understood why some guy rope love lactating women !

I don't recognize how yearn that went on. It was for a while and I only looked up when I heard a cough at the threshold. There looking in, were Jim and Mike with immense smiles on their faces !

"Ashley ! Damnit gurl ... I don't think you left anything for misfortunate little Poppy !"

"Jim, you aren't going to believe this but my milk came in live dark ! It's all your error the way you abused my dope ! Early this morning I was leaking colostrum all over the sheets and this sunup when I got up I actually nursed niggling Poppy until she was satisfied and fell asleep ! Kim woke up while I was doing that and since her boob were full and aching, and trivial Poppy's tummy was replete of MY milk, Kim punished me by making me drain her poor people, wonderful boob ! I am just doing what made me do !"

"Yea rightfield ! And that's why your mitt was between your legs the stallion fourth dimension too !

I guess you two are off to a good start. Two breast feeding mama ! How convenient is that going to be !"said my teasing husband.

Then Mike chimed in."Kim and Ashley ... don't forget about us while we are gone ! We expect you to make it up when we get back.

Listen ... don't get out of bed. Enjoy the afterglow and the bonding that's happening. There's no power point in interrupting that. Besides ... Jim and I have to get going. We are so tardy getting off. We will call you along the way or when we get there this afternoon."

With that they just disappeared out the room access and left us ! !

Fuck ! shtup ! ass !

Oh well ... I've got Kim in my arms to suck and bang all day ! We may not be spending practically fourth dimension out of bed !

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It's just the three of us now. And I'm thought ... Who needs guy rope anyway when the next few weeks seem so romantic in this gorgeous sign of the zodiac ... the house that is starting to palpate like mine !

Wow. holy tinker's dam ! This menage mighty be mine !

Yup. That quick wonderful touch sensation I crave of falling in love with someone new is back, and this time not just with a guy. Now it's about Kim and this little lovely miss, the little girl I delivered in the back of an SUV, speeding down the boulevard !