Picking up from fib # 3 ...

After getting the grand tour of the eternal sleep of their magnificent home base, including spending nearly an hour outside in their beautiful gardens, we finished sipping our drinks on the edge of the pool with our substructure dangling in the warm piddle. I didn't want to will. But if we were going to drop the night, we needed to get home and pack for Jim's trip to N Sunshine State and my check with Kim. Mike got us out the room access with the hope of the well 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 !

"C. H. Best in the whole Earth ? What ... Is Toyota now making steaks ?"I teased microphone. He and Jim just rolled their eyes 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 fresh ass commentary ! This unhurt weekend might have turned out so differently if we hadn't been so slow down around them. It felt like we had been booster for year.

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fountainhead ... with the bribe of Toyota steaks, we reluctantly scooted off to our place and that gave us some needed meter 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 careful. He's nous over heel 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 syndicate 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 of the town to you much about how desperately Alex wanted me to give you and wed him. It was at to the lowest degree a fun idea to act with. But Mike has triggered those old feelings, tone I thought were gone.

Yes I like him. I like Mike a altogether crowd. 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 desire to feature another baby and I'm thinking to a greater extent and more everything could solve out between the four of us. The idea of actually planning on getting meaning with mike, you know ... deliberately fucking him on the optimum day ... maybe filming it with you and Kim by my side of meat watching it all, and feeling his seed going up in my cervix reaching my egg ... Oh Jim, that gets me really wet ! You know how a lot 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 doubt or is she too psychotic person for ya ?"

"She is a bit ‘ out there'with those dreams. I'm not really for certain how I feel about all that yet and considering how a lot you and I have played with the fantasy of having another kid with a new guy, you must realize, this is no longer a fantasy. This is tangible, 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 form of mentation or making these kind of decisions. We are talking life long effect when we talk about babies."

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

I didn't just fiddle with that fantasize while we were together. I used that thought to"get off"with most of the guys I've ever fucked. Saying ..."Cum inside me and make me a babe"always got me and him"over the top."The more I used that, the warm my coming 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 cerebration of me fucking another guy. We got used to that pretty quickly. What really worked was me having another guy's baby ! That always worked.

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

Remember how I would always trace that guy as more freehanded than you or sassy than you and how I wanted my new baby to have a pecker as huge as his and not as tiny as yours ?

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

Remember all that talk of the town ?

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 titillating you could get.

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

Remember the first metre I came house with Kraut and he fucked me right on the thug of his car, in our driveway, with the headlamp 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 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 strange cum out of me as often as possible. It was never as hot for me as it was for you. commemorate how many times after eating some guy's cum and me stroking your putz, you would moan and shake and fool your cum so hard it would go way over your head 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 centre to you. It's freaking alive ! It has a power to make a baby inside me. That's why the phantasy 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 bonk every guy with"eight inch"or more than at the cabaret and you were going to have to watch me consider MY next child ! I didn't tell you it wasn't true up. I needed you to believe I had really stopped taking the oral contraceptive pill when I fucked those guys. I wanted to see if you could cross that line about someone else getting me pregnant. You did it with a raging hard on and by doing so you allowed me to think another man's baby !

Remember how turned on you were watching me fuck ... What was it, four guys ? 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 orchis 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 good clip among so many howling times ! Thank you for them.

Think of all the worry changes that came our way after we learned how to ‘ envision something'while edging each other to incredible heights. Did you even think we could take this particular ‘ new baby affair'to the verge of so many climax without the genuine experience creating ?"

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

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

Kim, BEAUTIFUL Kim, is yours now. It's not just me and gorgeous Mike. There's a nice balance 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 aspiration for nine months. We had our fantasies for a few days. What's the big remainder between an acute dream or intense fantasy ? Could you even imagine a better dyad to do this with ?

Start thinking about ‘ what if it works ?'What if the four of us become lifelong partners facing all of life history's challenges together, traveling together, building things together, proving our love to each former year after year ... until ‘ death do us share ?'

Can you imagine how much more than occupy liveliness will be with them and our reciprocal tyke at our sides ? That's how I'm viewing this. We've played around with so many fantasies and so many citizenry. Aren't you kinda done with that ? I am. I'm ready for this ! I'm ready for love. I'm ready for a new baby !"

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We rode the balance of the way home without speaking much. I knew I had just stirred up a whole bunch in Jim but there was also so practically inside me to mean about.

Like ... Why I"jazz being in love"so much and why I fall into it so easily. It can create some trouble ... but despite that I resolved I didn't want to be my life any other way. There was no possession, no firm, no car, no vacation, no adventure, no award or signified of position or power that even comes close in meaning to me than that tender intoxicating intuitive feeling of falling in love with mortal new and enjoying their company. Our lifestyle has allowed me to do that many clock time and from that point of view, I may be the luckiest fair sex in the human beings !

Trusting someone, even somebody you love, is an entirely different matter. Trust is not something I fall into. For me ... it has to be earned. And I'm thinking this whole thing with Mike and Kim is going to take some sentence 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 phratry no less ! All I know is these feelings are much deeper than usual. They are visceral. I feel them in my gut like a trembling in sync with something on a much grander scurf than I can reckon.

Same is rightful for the sexual side of meat with Mike. It has left me dripping all day long with something serious 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 wearing apparel to move in with Kim, they seem swollen.

"Jim ... come in here. Look at my breasts. Do they wait dissimilar to you ?"

"Different ? Of track they are. I've always told you your titty were different. I could pick them out of a line-up blindfolded. commemorate that metre I did that in Jamaica ?

Babe ... are you trying to get me hard ? I don't think we have clock time and I'm tellin ya. My tool is still tender from go dark !"

"No seriously. Come over here and feel them. Do they seem thicker than common ? Here. Put your manus underneath and move up them. Now squeeze them lightly ... A trivial harder. Feel that thick spot right hand in the middle ? It's so raw 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 party at their house. 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 pack and already have my bag 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 expect ? You've just gone through probably the most emotionally intense experiences we've ever had with you delivering that babe, trying to nurse it ... and on top of all that, falling in honey with a new guy ! Your hormones have to be raging. That's got to send a jerk to every secretor in your dead body !

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

What have you got in these traveling bag ? rock-and-roll ?"

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

However ... Jim and I have learned one thing over the last few year of our intimate effort. When we get a certain quality or vividness in our erotic response, it is best to pause and take up bank bill. Something important is always at our threshold.

That discovery is one of the nerveless aspects in our shared 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 solid coming upon with microphone and Kim spirit. I don't think Jim and I have ever found a couple so equally matched to us, and that leaves both of us wondering about the"destiny of our souls."

They really are exceptional 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 as shooting it would also be soaked soon.

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

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"Come on in you two. Mike is out back and just enjoin me he put the steaks on when he heard you pull up. Jim, go ahead and take all those bags up to your way. Ash, want to aid me get the drinks ready ?"

"Sure do ! Got any Tanquerey ?"

"Oh yea ! It's microphone's favorite. I'm more a Cuervo Gold gal. I'm not really into whisky but I love its oak barrel 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 unspoiled !"

"My goodness Ash. Same here. I can drink a whole mound of the stuff after a century ride ! time lag ... you said Jim wheel ? Do you signify a cycle ?"

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

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

‘ The ocular geometry of the wheel does something important to my nous before I go to sleep.'

He even pets it every time he goes by and claims 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 copulate expensive ace. It's just not me."

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

"Kim ... all the clock time ! and that makes him gone near 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 Lapplander problem with Mike ! His estimate of a great day is hunting gaffer in quaint small memory or acres sales event or old farm firm. He's got an eye for it. He's a ‘ picker !'face around the household. Nearly everything we once had has been upgraded by an antique.

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

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

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"daughter ... Steaks are done. deglutition cook ? Jim and I are thirsty !"

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

The meal we shared couldn't have been more lovely and romantic. Their terrace table was as peculiar as their one thousand old house. I've never seen a 6 foot cross sectional slab cut off the trunk of a sequoia tree and used for a table top. It was about 4"thick and still had deeply furrowed barque around the edges. Set on a compounding real limb pedestal, polished and coated with acrylic paint, it looked spectacular. Mike said, he had counted over 600 rings in that slab.

He is also quite the chef. The grilled Asparagus officinales, zucchini, campana pepper were perfectly done, along with grilled mushroom and sauce over quinoa, and those"Japanese steaks"... They were definitely the thickest 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 chic ass scuttlebutt kinda made mike and Kim choke on their solid food.

All I knew was, I've never had a steak that seemed to melt in my mouth ! I guess I'll just have to get used to microphone's gumption of dash and budget.

I might have added a prissy bottle or two of red wine instead of our hurler but it was really familiar sitting by myself following to Mike sharing our T & Ts all night and talking old geezer while Kim and Jim were snuggled up talking wheel with their pitcher of margaritas. All four of us were laughing and teasing each other about our unlike propensity and we all ended up well lubricated by the time the meal was finished.

Ok. I'm sure you're thinking we had to verbalize about Sir Thomas More than just antiques and wheel and we did.

After setting plans and expectations for the coming week of mike and Jim being away in North Florida ... 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 import of our meeting each former might entail.

Eventually we had to talk about the huge"white elephant"in the way ... Which was Kim's dreaming about"meeting this wonderful couple, falling in dearest with them, and two years later each of us having a new sister with each other's spouse."As nutcase as that sounds, I think Jim and I were starting to part a intuitive feeling it all might be coming true.

The unhurt conversation shifted with Kim's surprising apology.

"Jim and Ashley ... I am embarrassed and drear about blurting out my dreaming to you last night. I know I'm a little bit intoxicated right now, but looking back to last dark I think I was a little"sex sot"then too. It seems now a horrifying thing to do to you both. It's not like me to do something as that. I've hosted 100 of multitude on my tours over the last few years and I'm normally very good at reading multitude and good at tiptoeing around their psychological matter while never imposing on them. Last Night I more than imposed on both of you and acted like some silly teenaged girl in making love. So now I'm asking your pardon. You've both have been extraordinarily understanding, form and helpful since we've met you. Honestly ... I don't understand why I haven't scared you off."

I was a bit confused when Kim said that. I didn't expect nor think an apologia was needed, although it was a nice affair to see from this new female parent. However it totally sobered up the atmosphere 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 various years now and we are quite aware 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 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 look seem reciprocal at this tabular array ... no apology is certainly needed for that.

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

If we were the damage pair, I mean if we were not the pair in your ambition, or if the dreams were aught More than your mental imagery during your maternity, then don't you think that sometime during last evening 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 attraction to each other and then sharing the nascency 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 sunrise with your husband. As far as I know, he feels the same way about Ashley.

And the part about having each early's child ... I can tell 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 orgasm when the initiation was not me. Instead it was the sentiment of her getting knocked up by another guy cumming interior. Both of us have always wondered why that item fantasy worked so well and so long. I've rarely heard of it being common in the crowds we've played with.

Yet ... here we are with you two. Maybe all of Ashley's fantasies were touching something in her hereafter ... just like your dreams.

You and Mike and Ashley seem predisposed to swapping Church Father. I'll have to be honest. I need some time to correct to that idea. The logical implication seem far and across-the-board 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 undefended and not some resident physician agenda you and Mike were hiding from us. I believe honesty is the foundation to any human relationship and especially when we are all about to ship on a journey into intertwined relationship that few people ever think possible let alone attempt.

Kim ... I feel like I'm falling in love with you in shipway that are way beyond my coherent judgement. I'm glad microphone and I are leaving for a duad 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 know 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 persist in doing so until Jim flipped his leg over the veer matching redwood judiciary to fount and firmly hug her. mike was holding both my mitt as he had done during Jim's talk and continued through Kim's emotional release. We just sat and watched our married person in awe. It could not have seemed More sacred to both of us than if a huge beam of light of light had come out of the sky and engulfed Jim and Kim. None of us spoke for a long while, not until Kim stopped sobbing and shaking. Jim then spoke a most unfathomed insight that would end up shaping our mutual relationships for years to occur ...

"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 sensory faculty that mike and I will have as many potential difference issues as the two of you might, especially when it comes to possessiveness. He and I have already crossed the bridge deck of intimate submissiveness and have long since been comfortable with you two having other devotee. The question is can you both handle the aspects of new babies ? Can you both learn to sleep together each former, be kind to each early and be condole with and understanding ?

And this might be even more crucial ... Will you both fall in love with each former on par with how you love us ? I think that's the merely way this is going to work. It's going to boil down to choosing love and loving responses vs choosing criticisms and detachment. If you two can manage that, then we all might build up a very special junction home.

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

We completely swap wives for 90 days and after that clip we review our human relationship and continue or conform our concord. But when I say swap, I mean really swap. Nothing pretend. I want to sleep with Kim every night. I want to answer to her entirely, and her to me, for what we decide is of import to us and how we spend our mean solar day just as if we were married and monogamous.

If we can set up at least some brusk 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 conceive about swapping back until that 90 twenty-four hour period is over. I suggest we enter this with absolutely no preset limits on how far we fall in love with each other.

Realistically, it may be hard at metre. We may get tactual sensation of jealousy and even get totally pissed with each early. But hopefully, after all that, we will experience a secure idea if this is a mere phantasy or something more divinely inspired and energized.

We need to substantiate going in to this that it could end up disastrous to both of our marriages. We might settle to just get back with our wives or ... we could end up leaving them to outride with each other's wife ... and as"new couples"go our separate slipway. breakup is a realistic consequence we must contemplate.

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

Mike, by planning this 90 day 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 passel of tempting hazard to allow our wedlock and might have if we wanted to. I feel pretty secure in our passion and I sense the Same is true up for you two.

microphone ... I guess what I am suggesting is that we take some sentence to concentrate on building a lifespan with our new spouse, our second wife, and if that works for both of us, actually works for all four of us, then at the end of 90 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. we can plan the adjacent geological period of time, maybe another 90 days or whatever we decide it should be.

But if we all believe Kim's ambition to be straight, a little over a class from now I'm going to make impregnated ner with a new sister, as you will accept with Ash. That's tinker's damn heavy for me to think about right now but ... as Ashley has been reminding me ... potentially this half-baked matter could also be incredibly like an utopia of love.

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

There was really no discussion necessary. We all knew Jim was mightily. I liked the idea and knew I wanted Mike as a"married man"and not just a lover. After talking with him tonight I could smell he was really ready for soul like me too. microphone was everything Jim was not and frailty versa was equally rightful. It's not like I was done with Jim or wanted to give him ... definitely not that. There was just a longing for someone like microphone inside me that came bubbling up to the control 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 happy for him. Kim is so much more his character and what he has missed in me. Realizing that would normally hold made me so green-eyed but there I was holding hands with the man of my ambition.

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

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

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

I can't think the in conclusion time we so passionately attacked each former ! Jim pulled hard on my blouse with both hands, ripping it open causing release to fly and releasing the front grip of my bra. His back talk was immediately on my right bosom lacing and sucking my mamilla and then sucking as a great deal of my dummy into his oral cavity as possible while tonguing my pap. He's got that technique down. No one has ever sucked my tits as well as Jim.

Besides the exorbitant idea of Jim leaving me and me leaving him for a"liberal man of stylus"... what made this clip 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 climax ! And other than my pet blouse being ripped open, we were both still fully clothed !

Jim then moved to my left tit, before I really wanted him to, and attacked it in a fit of warmth. Well that breast had been aching more than the right 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 macho-man, I said laughing. You aren't thinking about me ! You are pretending you are about to sleep with Kim aren't ya ?"

Jim didn't answer. He only went back to my right tit and resolved that feeling of"unfinished patronage"he had left in it. Just about as quickly, he sent me into my third orgasm as I was arching my back again like a bucking broncho !

Now I was starting to feel the aerophilic effect of all this and perspiration was forming on my case as Jim switched off my justly breast, again before I wanted him too, and attacked my left breast. That too sent me rocking in another unusually inscrutable orgasm.

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

"Don't you fucking finish ! Suck my entire dumbbell longer ... not just my teat ! Everything inside just keeps getting more spiritualist !"

So he didn't hitch and continued alternating bosom, each clip until I convulsively came, and then left for the other breast and that tone of leaving before I ever wanted him to ... Each fourth dimension it got more intense. Something unknown was happening with my boobs. I started loosing count how many intense orgasms I had until everything went fateful.

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

I woke up in the middle of the night. My apparel were off. My hair was all wet which must've been from the sweat. We were both under the book binding and Jim was spooning me while fast gone. I don't think we ever made love. Fuck ! Jim had to have been really turned on yet I didn't avail him out.

I reached down and experience my panties. They were still on but were as soaked as if I had wet myself. I put my digit inside them to feel my burning clit and in only a few chance event I was cumming again. Afterwards, when I put my fingers in my sass like I always do after I masturbate, they didn't smell or mouthful 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 hammer but something inside told me not to. I was in a strange orgasmic glow that was a trivial bittersweet nightshade. Somehow those climax seemed to grant a release from Jim, maybe even released our spousal relationship. I knew I was going to be microphone's"wife"now for three month and more than that, my Lesbian side was surely going to emerge with Kim.

Yea and more than that ... What I was feeling at that mo 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 globes. Jim was right about that. I too have never seen such looker in any set of breasts at any of our cabaret. That might've made me a little covetous of Kim or even envious 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 booby tingle and startle to fire. So I reached up and started to roll my mammilla, one and then the other, until I stiffened in another orgasm. This time something really strange happened ... my deal was all wet, as was the mainsheet below my pap. How could that be possible ?

I quickly put my fingers in my mouth and immediately recognized the taste. Oh my gawd. My milk is coming in ! This clearly tasted like colostrum. No wonder my tit were so sensible. I suspected something like this was going on, but I never believed this could happen 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 call up of was little Poppy and nursing her in the aurora.

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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 way and found her fast asleep. As I walked over to that immense trot, I found little Poppy awake, cooing and looking right up at me. She was so adorable. I had to pick her up and then walk her over to their old rocker. Immediately Poppy was searching for a nipple just like she had been doing that for weeks and since I was nude, except for my still dampish step-in, it was loose for her to rule one. We rocked like that for at least twenty dollar bill minutes. It was one of the most exquisite breast feeding I could call up having.

Yes, my milk started flowing. Both breasts. Poppy went back and forth between the two several meter. And yes, each time I had another climax, not"bed rocking"types like stopping point Nox, but still fantastic. Was it always going to be this way with Poppy ? I never had this many with my own children. 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 optic, I saw Kim sitting up in the bed smiling at me.

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

"I lost count, Kim. But that's not the good piece ! conjecture what came in close night ! My Milk River ! I woke up in the middle of the night with my titty on flame and as I was starting to pluck them colostrum started squirting, not oozing, but squirting all over my helping hand and the shroud. I don't know how this is potential but they were pretty full of milk this morning. attend at her ! She's effectual asleep and slaked !"

"Go put her John L. H. Down and then and come over here. As penalty for stealing my infant, you have to help me out ! My bosom 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 head and stuck my tongue down her throat as we tumbled backwards into her piled up comforter. It was a bit outrageous for me to do that but was so often fun I just shock myself. Golly this gal can French buss ! And I thought I was effective. We grabbed each other's head and mashed our oral cavity. There a despairing feeling about Kim. She's was clearly make for it, clearly more experienced 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 side by side duo weeks !"

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

I've tasted my own milk before and have always found it to be nice, angelical, and a slight thinner than cow's Milk River. But never have I gotten it straight from a pap. Oh this was nice ! Kim's milk was sweeter than I remember mine and seemed thicker too. I was turned and I was hungry so I wasted no time devouring her breasts.

Here's the matter 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 bosom first and then the tit, I could get her milk to squirt pretty hard and not just dribble into my mouth. Once I learned that, I felt like I was milking Kim.

Of path this intense knocker action had Kim's back arched off the tack too. I guess we have one thing in common. We both cum pretty damn easily with only our nipples in legal action.

Oh how I love the notion of an coming rippling through someone's eubstance as I'm loving on them. It's really good with a guy but outstanding with a woman. And that morning with Kim, it seemed she had"three clit"with her teat this sore. Her nipple left my intellect spinning with sentiment of how we would eventually make love to each early.

I drained her right white meat in short lodge and moved to her get out doing the Lapp until it stopped squirting and looked up at Kim. She had the most beautiful glow about her and it made me realize why Jim was so taken by her peach. I started to reach up to buss her again when she said ...

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

So I did and this clock time, I wasn't attacking her breasts like some inexperienced teenager. I made lovemaking to them instead. Slowly. Enjoying her tasty nipples as Thomas More Milk River kept rewarding me each time I sucked.

I wish I knew how to describe what I was really experiencing with Kim. I guess there's a seam that can be crossed when a charwoman makes lovemaking to a fair sex. Now I've played with girls. I've sucked a few pussies and worked a few button to an orgasm. But at a order 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 married woman.

This was very dissimilar. I was really making dearest ... to a cleaning lady. No man was involved and I touched for the number one time what it felt like to be a lesbian. I loved it. I felt resign and like I would forever be a unlike person. In those moments I wanted Kim for myself.

I think that is the essence of being lesbian. You just require this woman all for yourself, forever. You want her stunner, her sex, her personality, her horse sense of flair ... you want to be with her all the metre. It's a hole or maybe punter ... a vortex 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 tone.

Maybe it was the milk. Maybe nursing Kim triggered a yearn forgotten time when I was a infant and I loved suckled my mom. But I now understood why some guys love lactating women !

I don't love how prospicient that went on. It was awhile and I only looked up when I heard a coughing at the doorway. There looking in, were Jim and Mike with vast grin on their faces !

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

"Jim, you aren't going to trust this but my milk came in endure nighttime ! It's all your demerit the way you abused my dummy ! Early this morning I was leaking foremilk all over the sheets and this dayspring when I got up I actually nursed little Poppy until she was satisfied and fell asleep ! Kim woke up while I was doing that and since her breasts were replete and aching, and small Poppy's tummy was full of MY Milk, Kim punished me by making me drain her inadequate, wonderful boobs ! I am just doing what made me do !"

"Yea right ! And that's why your hand was between your legs the entire time too !

I guess you two are off to a good beginning. Two breast feeding mommy ! 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 point in interrupting that. Besides ... Jim and I have to get going. We are so late getting off. We will shout out you along the way or when we get there this afternoon."

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

Fuck ! nookie ! fucking !

Oh well ... I've got Kim in my blazonry to suck and jazz all day ! We may not be spending much time out of bed !

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

Wow. holy shit ! This house mighty be mine !

Yup. That warm wonderful notion I crave of falling in love with individual new is back, and this time not just with a guy. Now it's about Kim and this little endearing daughter, the little girl I delivered in the spinal column of an SUV, speeding down the boulevard !