Picking up from chronicle # 3 ...

After getting the grand tour of the rest of their magnificent home, including spending nearly an hour outside in their beautiful gardens, we finished sipping our drunkenness on the edge of the syndicate with our foundation dangling in the warm urine. I didn't want to leave. 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 stop with Kim. Mike got us out the door with the promise of the safe steaks we have ever had if we got back in time for dinner. He claimed he had some"Japanese steaks"that were better than any in the entire freaking world !

"best in the whole world ? What ... Is Toyota now making steaks ?"I teased microphone. He and Jim just rolled their center 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 sassy if not impertinent ass scuttlebutt ! This whole weekend might have turned out so differently if we hadn't been so unstrain around them. It felt like we had been admirer for years.

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Well ... with the payoff of Toyota steaks, we reluctantly scooted off to our home and that gave us some needed clock time during the drive to curb 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 careful. He's head teacher over hound about you and for a guy who has just had a new child with such a beautiful married woman ... his emotions seem largely with you. The new family 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 exit you and get hitched with him. It was at least a fun approximation to play with. But mike has triggered those old feelings, feelings I thought were gone.

Yes I like him. I like Mike a hale bunch. I have no problem thinking about spending a lot of fourth dimension with him. And I'll just come out and remind you ...

I really do need to have another infant and I'm thinking to a greater extent and more everything could sour out between the four of us. The musical theme of actually planning on getting fraught 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 seeded player going up in my 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 motion or is she too psycho for ya ?"

"She is a bit ‘ out there'with those ambition. I'm not really for certain how I feel about all that yet and considering how much you and I have played with the phantasy of having another kid with a new guy, you must realize, this is no longer a fantasy. This is rattling, 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 knock her up !

I'm just concerned that we don't know them that well, especially to be thinking those kind of thinking or making these variety of determination. We are talking sprightliness long event 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 idea ? But the excitement of person fucking me without a safe so his cum is allowed up my neck, that never went away.

I didn't just bet with that fantasize while we were together. I used that thought to"get off"with near of the guy wire I've ever fucked. Saying ..."Cum inside me and cook me a child"always got me and him"over the top."The more I used that, the stronger my climax 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 mentation of me fucking another guy. We got used to that pretty quickly. What really worked was me having another guy's infant ! That always worked.

Remember how it started ? How many meter did I deny you an orgasm until finally I felt you"deserved one ?"I would observe you sooooo long"on the bound"by talking about letting some hot guy we might forgather knock me up !

Remember how I would always identify that guy as more handsome than you or chic than you and how I wanted my new baby to deliver a stopcock as huge as his and not as tiny as yours ?

Remember how I would identify that sister as being much more beautiful or talented if it was his instead of yours ? Maybe MY baby could even end up being a pro athlete if I chose a bulky stud instead of a wimpish guy like you ? And then how we would drop back you around clubs while I graded the single guys as potential male parent ?

Remember all that talk ?

You realize I said all those thing because it was the only if way I could get you that charged up ? I did it all for you and I took your cuckolding hoodoo home 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 twat after you had come in it and how I trained you to completely suck up me clean. recall how that would always get you hard again ? What would I then do ? I would always suck you off ! I did that because I loved you so much.

Remember the first clip I came dwelling with Jerry and he fucked me rightfulness on the cap of his car, in our driveway, with the headlight on, and I came in after he was done using me with all his cum running down my legs and I made you cleanse me up with your tongue ? Remember how hard 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. Remember how many times after eating some guy's cum and me stroking your cock, you would groan and didder and fool away your cum so surd it would go way over your head teacher and run down the bed headboard ?

Admit it Jim. It isn't"just me fucking someone"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 force to pass water 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 as the time 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 conceive MY next tiddler ! I didn't tell you it wasn't true. I needed you to conceive I had really stopped taking the pill when I fucked those guys. I wanted to see if you could cross that bank line about someone else getting me pregnant. You did it with a raging hard on and by doing so you allowed me to gestate another man's baby !

Remember how turned on you were watching me shag ... What was it, four guys ? Remember how excited you were licking me unobjectionable each clip afterwards ? Remember how I wouldn't allow you to cum until the end of the weekend ? And how by then your balls were all swollen ... And how hard you cried when I allowed you to finally cum ! Those were magical times for both of us Jim. The best sentence among so many marvelous times ! Thank you for them.

Think of all the interesting variety that came our way after we learned how to ‘ envision something'while edging each early to incredible heights. Did you even think we could contain this particular ‘ new child matter'to the brink of so many climaxes without the factual experience creating ?"

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

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

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

She had her dreams for nine month. We had our fancy for a few years. What's the big difference between an acute aspiration or acute fancy ? Could you even imagine a amend couple to do this with ?

Start thinking about ‘ what if it works ?'What if the four of us become womb-to-tomb partners facing all of sprightliness's challenges together, traveling together, building matter together, proving our dear to each former yr after year ... until ‘ death do us part ?'

Can you imagine how much more than interesting life will be with them and our mutual shaver at our position ? That's how I'm viewing this. We've played around with so many illusion and so many people. Aren't you kinda done with that ? I am. I'm ready for this ! I'm ready for sexual love. I'm ready for a new baby !"

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We rode the residual of the way domicile without speaking a lot. I knew I had just stirred up a entirely crowd in Jim but there was also so much inside me to think about.

Like ... Why I"bed being in love"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 live my life story any other way. There was no possession, no household, no car, no holiday, no adventure, no accolade or mother wit of position or might that even comes close in meaning to me than that warm intoxicating feeling of falling in love with soul new and enjoying their fellowship. Our life-style has allowed me to do that many times and from that point of view, I may be the favorable womanhood in the world !

Trusting someone, even someone you love, is an entirely dissimilar matter. cartel is not something I fall into. For me ... it has to be earned. And I'm thinking this whole thing with microphone and Kim is going to subscribe some prison term for trust to emerge.

Nevertheless here I am again. Feeling such strong emotions for Mike and almost as much for his incredibly lovely wife and this new born baby, Poppy. This has never happened before, falling for three people, and a family no less ! All I know is these feelings are much deeper than usual. They are visceral. I feel them in my gut like a quivering in sync with something on a much grander scurf than I can reckon.

Lapplander is honest for the sexual slope with Mike. It has left me dripping all day long with something serious going on with my breasts. They started out feeling on attack in the hospital but now after letting Poppy suck on them and having that sexual climax with her, they are aching. And as I've finished packing my wearing apparel to proceed in with Kim, they seem swollen.

"Jim ... come in here. attend at my knocker. Do they look dissimilar to you ?"

"Different ? Of line they are. I've always told you your tit were different. I could cull them out of a line-up blindfolded. commend that time I did that in Jamaica ?

baby ... are you trying to get me severely ? I don't think we have metre and I'm tellin ya. My rooster is still tender from finally nighttime !"

"No seriously. occur over here and feel them. Do they seem thicker than usual ? Here. Put your manpower underneath and lift them. Now squeeze them lightly ... A little harder. finger that fatheaded bit right in the middle ? It's so sensitive there !"

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

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

"Ash ... What do you expect ? You've just gone through probably the most emotionally intense experiences we've ever had with you delivering that baby, trying to lactate 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 gland in your body !

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

What have you got in these suitcases ? Rocks ?"

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So here it is. I'm moving in ! It all seems so flakey if not risky and yet so natural, all at the same meter. My thought process are all over the map just like they always are when it comes to love and sex.

However ... Jim and I have learned one thing over the last few old age of our sexual exploit. When we get a certain quality or intensity in our erotic response, it is best to hesitate and select note. Something important is always at our doorsill.

That breakthrough is one of the nerveless panorama in our divvy up experiences. Great desire, not just the normal titillating triggers, 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 skirmish with microphone and Kim flavor. I don't think Jim and I have ever found a duet so equally matched to us, and that leaves both of us wondering about the"circumstances 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 sixth pad inside my panties that day and was pretty sure it would also be soaked soon.

Tomorrow both of our guys would be gone for maybe a couple workweek and then it would just be me, Kim and minuscule Poppy. What were we getting ourselves into ?

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"semen on in you two. Mike is out back and just told me he put the steaks on when he heard you pull up. Jim, go ahead and take all those bag up to your elbow room. Ash, want to help oneself me get the potable ready ?"

"Sure do ! Got any Tanquerey ?"

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

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

"My goodness Ash. Same here. I can salute a whole mound of the stuff after a century ride ! Wait ... you said Jim bikes ? Do you mean a cycle ?"

"Oh yea. He ‘ button pedals.'I think he has 8 bicycle in the service department and is constantly buying and selling new single. He's hooked up with a few professional bikers on eBay. They get a new bike every year through their sponsors and then automatically sell their old one to Jim. So he's always riding the expert new motorcycle, well ... one yr old wheel but new to him.

Kim, sometimes I think he likes biking to a greater extent than sex ! Since he got into it years ago, he hardly golfs any more and even insists on having his electric current ‘ favorite ride'hanging on our sleeping accommodation rampart. He says ...

‘ The visual geometry of the bike does something significant to my Einstein before I go to sleep.'

He even pets it every fourth dimension he goes by and claim he can hear it whimper if he doesn't take it out. He's absolutely crazy about motorcycle. I've tried to do the rides with him. He's even bought me a couple expensive ones. It's just not me."

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

"Kim ... all the metre ! 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 problem with Mike ! His musical theme of a great day is hunting old-timer in old-time niggling storage or acres gross revenue or old farm menage. He's got an eye for it. He's a ‘ picker !'flavour around the family. 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 married man. Picking is exactly what I love to do when Jim is out riding !"With

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"lady friend ... Steaks are done. Drinks ready ? Jim and I are hungry !"

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

The repast we shared couldn't have been more pin-up and romantic. Their terrace table was as special as their high-minded old house. I've never seen a 6 understructure crossing sectional slab cut off the automobile trunk of a redwood Tree and used for a tabulate top. It was about 4"thick and still had deeply furrowed bark around the boundary. Set on a combination real limb pedestal, polished and coated with acrylic, it looked spectacular. Mike said, he had counted over 600 rings in that slab.

He is also quite the chef. The grilled edible asparagus, zucchini, chime black pepper were perfectly done, along with grilled mushrooms and sauce over quinoa, and those"Nipponese steaks"... They were definitely the thickest and most lush 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 smart ass comment kinda made Mike and Kim choke on their food.

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

I might have added a nice feeding bottle or two of red wine-colored instead of our pitchers but it was really versed sitting by myself succeeding to Mike sharing our T & Ts all night and talking antiques while Kim and Jim were snuggled up talking cycle with their twirler of margaritas. All four of us were laughing and teasing each former about our unlike proclivities and we all ended up well lubricated by the time the meal was finished.

Ok. I'm sure you're thought we had to talk about More than just oldtimer and wheel and we did.

After setting design and prospect for the hail weeks of microphone and Jim being away in North Sunshine State ... the conversation went directly into sex, along with recounting the night we had just shared, what made us laugh about it, what scared the crap out of us, and what the implications of our get together each other might mean.

Eventually we had to talk over the huge"white elephant"in the room ... Which was Kim's dreaming about"coming together this wonderful distich, falling in beloved with them, and two years later each of us having a new babe with each former's spouse."As crazy as that sounds, I think Jim and I were starting to parcel a tactual sensation it all might be coming unfeigned.

The whole conversation shifted with Kim's surprising apology.

"Jim and Ashley ... I am embarrassed and sorry about blurting out my dreams to you last Night. I know I'm a little bit tope right now, but looking back to close night I think I was a piddling"sex wino"then too. It seems now a horrible affair to do to you both. It's not like me to do something as that. I've hosted hundreds of the great unwashed on my go over the final few yr and I'm normally very full at reading the great unwashed and good at tiptoeing around their psychological issues while never imposing on them. Last night I to a greater extent than imposed on both of you and acted like some silly teenaged girl in love. So now I'm asking your forgiveness. You've both have been extraordinarily understanding, kind and helpful since we've met you. Honestly ... I don't understand why I haven't scared you off."

I was a bit confuse when Kim said that. I didn't expect nor think an apology was needed, although it was a overnice thing to hear from this new mother. However it totally sobered up the atmospheric state at the mesa. Fortunately Jim jumped in with words that made me proud of him.

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

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

If we were the unseasonable pair, I mean if we were not the couple in your aspiration, or if the dream were naught more than your imaginations during your pregnancy, then don't you think that sometime during close evening and today, something would've ‘ gone in the south'or at least as you just said, ‘ scared us off'? Instead, the reverse has occurred. We all felt an intense attractiveness to each former and then sharing the nascence of Poppy ... obviously that grew us closer or as Ashley has said, ‘ It love bonded us !'

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

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

Yet ... here we are with you two. Maybe all of Ashley's phantasy were touching something in her future ... just like your dreaming.

You and microphone and Ashley seem predisposed to swapping Father. I'll have to be honest. I need some time to correct to that estimate. The implications seem far and wide to me. But if Ashley's illusion 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 undecided and not some occupant agenda you and Mike were hiding from us. I believe honesty is the groundwork to any relationship and especially when we are all about to ship on a journey into intertwine relationships that few people ever think possible let alone attempt.

Kim ... I feel like I'm falling in passion with you in ways that are way beyond my consistent mind. I'm glad Mike and I are leaving for a couple weeks. That should move over us all some time to cool down and see if the feelings we've shared this weekend remain. I think we will all bed better what's really real ... when we get back."

By the time Jim was done speaking all that and more, Kim was openly sobbing and stay doing so until Jim flipped his leg over the curved matching sequoia workbench to human face and firmly hug her. microphone was holding both my paw as he had done during Jim's talk and continued through Kim's aroused dismissal. We just sat and watched our partner in awe. It could not accept seemed more sacred to both of us than if a huge shaft of ignitor had come out of the sky and absorb Jim and Kim. None of us spoke for a long patch, not until Kim stopped sobbing and shaking. Jim then spoke a most profound brainstorm that would end up shaping our reciprocal family relationship for years to arrive ...

"If this is going to work between the four us, it will start or end with how it works between Kim and Ashley. I don't sense that mike and I will have as many potential issues as the two of you might, especially when it comes to possessiveness. He and I have already crossed the bridgework of intimate submissiveness and have long since been easy with you two having early lovers. The question is can you both handle the aspects of new sister ? Can you both learn to hump each other, be kind to each former and be pity and understanding ?

And this might be even more important ... Will you both fall in honey with each former on par with how you love us ? I think that's the only way this is going to work. It's going to roil down to choosing love and loving reply vs choosing literary criticism and detachment. If you two can get by that, then we all might work up a very extra stick family.

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 believe this ...

We completely swap married woman for 90 days and after that time we review our human relationship and continue or conform our agreement. But when I say swap, I mean really swap. Nothing pretend. I want to sleep with Kim every night. I want to suffice to her lonesome, and her to me, for what we decide is authoritative to us and how we spend our Clarence Day just as if we were married and monogamous.

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

I don't think we should even cogitate about swapping back until that 90 days is over. I suggest we enter this with absolutely no bias limits on how far we fall in dearest with each former.

Realistically, it may be hard at times. We may get feelings of green-eyed monster and even get totally pissed with each other. But hopefully, after all that, we will bear a better melodic theme if this is a mere fantasy or something more divinely inspired and energized.

We need to realize going in to this that it could end up fateful to both of our marriages. We might decide to just get back with our wives or ... we could end up leaving them to stay with each other's wife ... and as"new distich"go our separate ways. legal separation is a naturalistic consequence we must ruminate.

It's important that we all see this as a vast gamble.

mike, by planning this 90 day legal separation, I'm not proposing we forget or fall out of love with our mate. Nor am I very afraid this will indeed end our man and wife. Ashley and I have had plenty of tempting prospect to leave our union and might stimulate if we wanted to. I feel pretty secure in our love and I sense the same is straight for you two.

Mike ... I guess what I am suggesting is that we consume some fourth dimension to concentrate on building a biography with our new spouse, our second married woman, and if that works for both of us, actually works for all four of us, then at the end of 90 days we can plan the next menses of time, maybe another 90 days or whatever we decide it should be.

But if we all believe Kim's dreams to be true, a little over a twelvemonth from now I'm going to take impregnated ner with a new baby, as you will hold with Ash. That's damn heavy for me to think about right now but ... as Ashley has been reminding me ... potentially this crazy thing could also be incredibly like an utopia of dear.

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

There was really no discussion requirement. We all knew Jim was mighty. I liked the approximation and knew I wanted mike as a"married man"and not just a buff. After talking with him tonight I could sense he was really ready for someone like me too. Mike was everything Jim was not and vice versa was equally true. It's not like I was done with Jim or wanted to leave him ... definitely not that. There was just a yearning for someone 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 true for both of them. I'm so felicitous for him. Kim is so much more his eccentric and what he has missed in me. Realizing that would normally receive made me so jealous but there I was holding hired man with the man of my dreams.

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

I ended the evening by standing up from the mesa saying ..."Ok but I'm claiming THIS hubby for one last dark before our 90 day thing begins. You two probably want to be with Poppy anyway. public speaking of which, I can hardly believe she's been so tranquilize. sentence to assure on her. We're going to bed. See you both in the dawn !"

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The minute we closed our bedroom door I jumped in Jim's weapon with my legs wrapped around his waist. He grabbed my butt and walked me over to our beautiful old geezer bed instinct with the obligatory squeaks.

I can't remember the last clock time we so passionately assail each other ! Jim pulled hard on my blouse with both custody, ripping it receptive causing button to fly and releasing the front clasp of my bra. His rima oris was immediately on my right white meat beating and sucking my nipple and then sucking as much of my boob into his mouth as potential while tonguing my mammilla. 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 style"... what made this time even more different was the aching firing in my dummy. It didn't take but a few minutes and I was rocking in an unusually inscrutable orgasm ! And former than my favorite blouse being ripped open, we were both still fully clothed !

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

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

Jim didn't answer. He only went back to my right boob and resolved that feeling of"bare business"he had left in it. Just about as quickly, he sent me into my third sexual climax as I was arching my back again like a bucking bronco !

Now I was starting to feel the aerophilous upshot of all this and perspiration was forming on my face as Jim switched off my right breast, again before I wanted him too, and attacked my result breast. That too sent me rocking in another unusually deep orgasm.

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

"Don't you fucking break off ! suction my full boob thirster ... not just my pap ! Everything inside just keeps getting more sensitive !"

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

I must 've passed out. That's happened only one sentence before ... with a adult female, when Gail was making sexual love to me.

I woke up in the eye of the night. My clothes were off. My hair was all wet which must've been from the elbow grease. We were both under the covers and Jim was spooning me while fast benumbed. I don't think we ever made love. roll in the hay ! Jim had to have been really turned on yet I didn't assistance him out.

I reached down and find my step-in. They were still on but were as soaked as if I had wet myself. I put my fingerbreadth inside them to find my burning clit and in only a few cam stroke I was cumming again. Afterwards, when I put my finger's breadth in my oral fissure 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 stopcock but something inside told me not to. I was in a unusual orgasmic freshness that was a little American bittersweet. Somehow those climax seemed to accord a release from Jim, maybe even released our marriage ceremony. I knew I was going to be microphone's"wife"now for three months and more than that, my lesbian side of meat was surely going to emerge with Kim.

Yea and more than that ... What I was feeling at that moment had nothing to do with Jim, or maybe even Mike.

I was feeling very"breasty"and what emerged in my mind 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 order. That might've made me a short jealous of Kim or even jealous except I knew those"two babies"were going to be mine all mine for the next yoke weeks.

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

I quickly put my finger's breadth in my oral fissure and immediately recognized the taste. Oh my gawd. My milk is coming in ! This clearly tasted like foremilk. No wonder my titty were so sore. I suspected something like this was going on, but I never believed this could pass off so fast.

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

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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 tight asleep. As I walked over to that Brobdingnagian cot, I found little Poppy awake, cooing and looking right up at me. She was so lovely. I had to find fault her up and then take the air her over to their old rocker. Immediately Poppy was searching for a teat just like she had been doing that for weeks and since I was nude, except for my still moist step-in, it was easy for her to observe one. We rocked like that for at least twenty minutes. It was one of the most exquisite nursing I could remember having.

Yes, my Milk started flowing. Both breasts. Poppy went back and Forth between the two respective fourth dimension. And yes, each time I had another orgasm, not"bed rocking"types like last night, but still fantastic. 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 wet-nurse her.

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

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

"I lost count, Kim. But that's not the well portion ! dead reckoning what came in finis night ! My Milk ! I woke up in the midsection of the night with my breasts on fire and as I was starting to pull off them colostrum started squirting, not oozing, but squirting all over my hand and the sheets. I don't make love 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 baby, you have to help me out ! My boob are bursting at the seams !"

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wellspring ... this is how it started with Kim. I came over to her bed, grabbed her pass and stuck my lingua down her throat as we tumbled backwards into her piled up comforter. It was a bit unconscionable for me to do that but was so much fun I just shock myself. Golly this gal can French kiss ! And I thought I was good. We grabbed each former's heading and mashed our mouths. There a desperate feeling about Kim. She's was clearly cook for it, clearly more experienced kissing a woman than I was. I loved it ! I remember thinking while our spit swirled ...

"We are going to do this a lot these next match weeks !"

Soon, way too soon, Kim started pushing my head 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 nice, sweet, and a slight thinner than cow's milk. But never have I gotten it straight from a nipple. Oh this was gracious ! Kim's milk was sweeter than I remember mine and seemed thicker too. I was turned and I was thirsty so I wasted no fourth dimension devouring her boob.

Here's the affair I learned right away. If I sucked her mammilla and areola just right, form of like Jim always does with a combination of sucking the breast first and then the nipple, I could get her milk to squirt pretty hard and not just drool into my mouthpiece. Once I learned that, I felt like I was milking Kim.

Of course of instruction this acute breast activeness had Kim's back arched off the sheets too. I guess we have one thing in plebeian. We both cum pretty maledict easily with only our tit in action.

Oh how I love the impression of an orgasm rippling through mortal's body as I'm loving on them. It's really good with a guy but great with a adult female. And that morning time with Kim, it seemed she had"three button"with her mamilla this tender. Her mamilla left my head spinning with cerebration of how we would eventually wee love to each other.

I drained her right breast in abruptly order and moved to her left doing the Sami until it stopped squirting and looked up at Kim. She had the most beautiful gleaming about her and it made me realize why Jim was so taken by her sweetheart. I started to get through up to snog her again when she said ...

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

So I did and this clip, I wasn't attacking her breasts like some inexperienced teen. I made love to them instead. Slowly. Enjoying her tasty mamilla as to a greater extent milk kept rewarding me each time I sucked.

I wish I knew how to report what I was really experiencing with Kim. I guess there's a note that can be crossed when a char makes love to a charwoman. Now I've played with girls. I've sucked a few puss and worked a few clits to an orgasm. But at a nine that is all playful. It's not real and I often did it just to get Jim or some husband all jacked up watching me with his wife.

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

I think that is the pith of being tribade. You just need this cleaning lady all for yourself, forever. You want her beauty, her sex, her personality, her sense of style ... you want to be with her all the time. It's a golf hole or maybe estimable ... a whirl I felt pulling me in and something couldn't and didn't want to resist. All I knew in that bit was, I loved those new feelings.

Maybe it was the milk. Maybe nursing Kim triggered a long disregarded fourth dimension when I was a child and I loved wet-nurse my mom. But I now understood why some guy wire love lactating women !

I don't know how prospicient that went on. It was awhile and I only looked up when I heard a cough at the door. There looking in, were Jim and Mike with huge smile on their faces !

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

"Jim, you aren't going to conceive this but my milk came in terminal Night ! It's all your fault the way you abused my tit ! early on this morning I was leaking colostrum all over the sheets and this forenoon when I got up I actually nursed little Poppy until she was live up to and fell asleep ! Kim woke up while I was doing that and since her breasts were full and aching, and slight Poppy's tummy was full moon of MY Milk River, Kim punished me by making me drain her hapless, tremendous boobs ! I am just doing what made me do !"

"Yea rightfulness ! And that's why your hand was between your legs the total sentence too !

I guess you two are off to a good start. Two nursing moms ! 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 hit 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 point in interrupting that. Besides ... Jim and I have to get going. We are so previous getting off. We will foretell you along the way or when we get there this afternoon."

With that they just disappeared out the threshold and left us ! !

shag ! fucking ! Fuck !

Oh well ... I've got Kim in my arms to take in and do it all day ! We may not be spending very much time out of bed !

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It's just the three of us now. And I'm thinking ... Who needs guys anyway when the next few calendar week seem so amorous in this gorgeous theater ... the house that is starting to sense like mine !

Wow. Holy turd ! This house mighty be mine !

Yup. That warm wonderful feeling 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 adorable girl, the little girl I delivered in the back of an SUV, speeding down the boulevard !