Picking up from fib # 3 ...

After getting the elevated tour of the balance of their magnificent home, including spending nearly an hour outside in their beautiful gardens, we finished sipping our drinks on the edge of the pool with our feet dangling in the warm water system. I didn't want to leave. But if we were going to expend the night, we needed to get home and pack for Jim's head trip to N Florida and my stay with Kim. Mike got us out the threshold with the hope of the best steaks we have ever had if we got back in fourth dimension for dinner party. He claimed he had some"Nipponese steaks"that were in force than any in the total freaking mankind !

"Best in the unit world ? What ... Is Toyota now making steaks ?"I teased Mike. 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 bright ass comments ! This whole weekend might throw turned out so differently if we hadn't been so relaxed around them. It felt like we had been friends for geezerhood.

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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 ride to check in with each other about what we were getting ourselves into.

"Ash ... Do you really like this guy microphone ? If not, you have to be careful. He's school principal over heels about you and for a guy who has just had a new baby with such a beautiful married woman ... his emotions seem largely with you. The new sept 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 will you and get married him. It was at least a fun idea to play with. But microphone has triggered those old feelings, tone I thought were gone.

Yes I like him. I like Mike a unscathed bunch. I have no problem thinking about spending a lot of time with him. And I'll just come out and cue you ...

I really do want to have another baby and I'm thinking more and more everything could mold out between the four of us. The idea of actually planning on getting fraught with microphone, you know ... deliberately fucking him on the optimal day ... maybe filming it with you and Kim by my side of meat watching it all, and feeling his seed going up in my neck reaching my egg ... Oh Jim, that gets me really wet ! You know how a good deal 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 head or is she too psycho for ya ?"

"She is a bit ‘ out there'with those dreams. I'm not really sure how I feel about all that yet and considering how much 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 kind of thoughts or making these sort of conclusion. We are talking lifetime long aftermath 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 turmoil of someone fucking me without a condom so his cum is allowed up my cervix, that never went away.

I didn't just play with that fantasize while we were together. I used that thought to"get off"with most of the guy I've ever fucked. Saying ..."Cum inside me and spend a penny me a baby"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 thought 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 times did I deny you an orgasm until finally I felt you"deserved one ?"I would keep on you sooooo long"on the sharpness"by talking about letting some hot guy we might meet knock me up !

Remember how I would always discover that guy as more well-favored than you or smarter than you and how I wanted my new child to have a cock as huge as his and not as tiny as yours ?

Remember how I would account that baby as being much more beautiful or talented if it was his instead of yours ? Maybe MY sister could even end up being a professional athlete if I chose a bulky macho-man instead of a wimpy guy like you ? And then how we would draw you around social club while I graded the single guys as possible fathers ?

Remember all that talk ?

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 shoes that weren't always enjoyable to me ... but I always envied how erotic you could get.

For case ... 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 take up me uncontaminating. think of 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 meter I came home with Jerry and he fucked me right field on the hood 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 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 potential. 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 shake up and shoot your cum so hard it would go way over your mind and run down the bed headboard ?

Admit it Jim. It isn't"just me fucking somebody"that gets to you. It's his cum in my pussycat. Cum is n't just some gooie nub to you. It's freaking awake ! It has a major power to make 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 prison term 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 column inch"or Sir Thomas More at the club and you were going to have to view me conceptualise MY next youngster ! I didn't William Tell you it wasn't true. I needed you to believe I had really stopped taking the lozenge when I fucked those guy. I wanted to see if you could cross that argumentation about mortal else getting me pregnant. You did it with a raging hard on and by doing so you allowed me to conceive another man's infant !

Remember how turned on you were watching me fuck ... What was it, four bozo ? Remember how excited you were licking me clean each clock time afterwards ? Remember how I wouldn't allow you to cum until the end of the weekend ? And how by then your glob were all swollen ... And how hard you cried when I allowed you to finally cum ! Those were charming multiplication for both of us Jim. The trump times among so many wonderful clip ! Thank you for them.

Think of all the interesting alteration that came our way after we learned how to ‘ envision something'while edging each early to incredible acme. Did you even think we could take this detail ‘ new babe thing'to the brink of so many coming without the genuine experience creating ?"

"Yea I know Ash. I worried about that more often than you know after we came down from those highschool. You wanting to get fraught 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 fantasies 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 equalizer to all this. Mike may be just a bit more better-looking 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 months. We had our fantasies for a few age. What's the big difference between an intense aspiration or intense fantasy ? Could you even imagine a better couple to do this with ?

starting line thinking about ‘ what if it works ?'What if the four of us become lifelong mate facing all of life history's challenges together, traveling together, building matter together, proving our honey to each former year after year ... until ‘ death do us voice ?'

Can you imagine how practically more interesting life will be with them and our mutual tyke at our side ? That's how I'm viewing this. We've played around with so many fantasies and so many people. 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 much. I knew I had just stirred up a whole clump in Jim but there was also so much inside me to reckon about.

Like ... Why I"love being in love"so much and why I fall into it so easily. It can create some problems ... but despite that I resolved I didn't want to survive my life any early way. There was no possession, no house, no car, no vacation, no adventure, no honor or horse sense of status or magnate that even comes close in meaning to me than that warm intoxicating tone of falling in dear with somebody new and enjoying their troupe. Our modus vivendi has allowed me to do that many time and from that stage of view, I may be the luckiest woman in the macrocosm !

Trusting soul, even someone you love, is an entirely dissimilar matter. corporate trust is not something I fall into. For me ... it has to be earned. And I'm thinking this altogether thing with Mike and Kim is going to have some time for trust to emerge.

Nevertheless here I am again. Feeling such strong emotions for microphone and almost as much for his incredibly lovely wife and this new comport baby, Poppy. This has never happened before, falling for three multitude, and a family no to a lesser extent ! All I know is these feelings are much deeper than usual. They are visceral. I feel them in my gut like a vibration in sync with something on a often grander scale than I can imagine.

Lapplander is straight for the sexual incline with Mike. It has left me dripping all day long with something severe going on with my titty. They started out feeling on blast in the hospital but now after letting Poppy sucking on them and having that coming with her, they are aching. And as I've finished packing my clothes to be active in with Kim, they seem swollen.

"Jim ... seminal fluid in here. Look at my tit. Do they depend different to you ?"

"Different ? Of path they are. I've always told you your knocker were different. I could break up them out of a line-up blindfolded. retrieve that sentence I did that in Jamaica ?

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

"No seriously. Come over here and sense them. Do they seem loggerheaded than usual ? Here. Put your paw underneath and hoist them. Now squeeze them lightly ... A little harder. sense that stocky spot right wing in the middle ? 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 tardy for dinner at their household. 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 pile and already take my cup of tea 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 bosom !"

"Ash ... What do you gestate ? You've just gone through probably the most emotionally intense experiences we've ever had with you delivering that baby, trying to suck it ... and on top of all that, falling in love with a new guy ! Your hormones have to be raging. That's got to send a jolt to every gland in your physical structure !

Grab your winder and I'll meet you down at the auto. 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 bizarre if not risky and yet so cancel, all at the Saami sentence. My thoughts are all over the map just like they always are when it comes to bed and sex.

However ... Jim and I have learned one matter over the last few year of our intimate exploits. When we get a certain character or intensity in our erotic reply, it is best to pause and take note. Something important is always at our doorstep.

That find is one of the coolheaded aspects in our divided experiences. Great desire, not just the normal erotic triggers, but deep down desire has proved trustworthy and a secure indicator of something new and worthwhile coming our way. That's exactly how this whole clash with Mike and Kim tone. 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 special hoi polloi 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 step-in that day and was pretty sure it would also be soaked soon.

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

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"Come on in you two. microphone is out back and just recount me he put the steaks on when he heard you pull up. Jim, go ahead and take all those bags up to your room. Ash, want to help me get the drinks cook ?"

"Sure do ! Got any Tanquerey ?"

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

"Kim, if it's not red vino 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 altogether pitcher of the material after a century drive ! time lag ... you said Jim bikes ? Do you mean a bike ?"

"Oh yea. He ‘ get-up-and-go pedals.'I think he has 8 bicycles in the garage and is constantly buying and selling new ones. He's hooked up with a few master bikers on eBay. They get a new cycle every year through their patron and then automatically sell their old one to Jim. So he's always riding the dependable new bikes, well ... one year old bikes 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 electric current ‘ favorite ride'hanging on our bedroom bulwark. He says ...

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

He even pets it every time he goes by and title he can get word it mewl if he doesn't take it out. He's absolutely crazy about bikes. I've tried to do the rides with him. He's even bought me a twain expensive unity. 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 time ! and that makes him gone most of the day. It's the one thing in our aliveness 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 trouble with Mike ! His mind of a great day is hunting gaffer in quaint small computer storage or estate sales or old farm theatre. He's got an eye for it. He's a ‘ picker !'Look 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 husbands. Picking is exactly what I love to do when Jim is out riding !"With

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

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

The meal we shared couldn't have been more adorable and amatory. Their patio board was as special as their thou old home. I've never seen a 6 ft cross sectional slab cut off the trunk of a redwood tree and used for a shelve top. It was about 4"midst and still had deeply furrowed bark around the edges. Set on a combination real limb pedestal, polished and coated with acrylic, it looked salient. Mike said, he had counted over 600 closed chain in that slab.

He is also quite the chef. The grilled Asparagus officinales, courgette, bell white pepper were perfectly done, along with grill mushrooms 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 sassy ass comment kinda made microphone and Kim choke on their food.

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

I might ingest added a nice feeding bottle or two of red wine-coloured instead of our pitcherful but it was really intimate sitting by myself following to Mike sharing our T & Ts all night and talking antiques while Kim and Jim were snuggled up talking bike with their ewer of margaritas. All four of us were laughing and teasing each other about our dissimilar leaning and we all ended up well lubricated by the metre the meal was finished.

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

After setting program and expectations for the coming weeks 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 implications of our encounter each other might signify.

Eventually we had to discuss the huge"Elwyn Brooks White elephant"in the room ... Which was Kim's dreams about"get together this wonderful match, falling in love with them, and two years later each of us having a new baby with each other's spouse."As crazy as that sounds, I think Jim and I were starting to part a smell it all might be coming avowedly.

The whole conversation shifted with Kim's surprising apology.

"Jim and Ashley ... I am embarrassed and dark about blurting out my ambition to you terminal night. I know I'm a trivial bit salute right now, but looking back to close Nox I think I was a slight"sex drunk"then too. It seems now a ugly affair to do to you both. It's not like me to do something as that. I've hosted one C of multitude on my enlistment over the lowest few years and I'm normally very good at reading people and good at tiptoeing around their psychological exit while never imposing on them. final stage night I more than imposed on both of you and acted like some silly teenaged missy in honey. So now I'm asking your forgiveness. You've both have been extraordinarily apprehension, kind 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 apology was needed, although it was a dainty affair to hear from this new mother. However it totally sobered up the atmosphere at the mesa. Fortunately Jim jumped in with Holy Scripture that made me proud of him.

"Kim ... Ashley and I have been in this life-style for several years now and we are quite aware of how conversations and confessions come out while we are erotically charged. utmost dark 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 tactile sensation seem mutual 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 last dark. I don't think you are telling us right now you don't believe them any more. I think the existent doubtfulness is if your dreams are truly precognitive 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 wrong couple, I mean if we were not the couple in your aspiration, or if the aspiration were nix more than your imagination during your pregnancy, then don't you think that sometime during lastly evening and today, something would've ‘ gone S'or at least as you just said, ‘ scared us off'? Instead, the opposite has occurred. We all felt an intense attraction to each other and then sharing the nascence of Poppy ... obviously that grew us closer or as Ashley has said, ‘ It hump bonded us !'

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

And the share about having each other's baby ... I can tell you this. Ashley has had a fancy about about getting impregnated by another man for days. I bet I've helped her to a hundred coming when the 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 specific fantasy worked so well and so long. I've rarely heard of it being common in the crew we've played with.

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

You and mike and Ashley seem predisposed to swapping fathers. I'll have to be honest. I need some time to line up to that estimation. The implications seem far and all-inclusive to me. But if Ashley's fantasy was going to befall with anyone I would want it to be with you two.

I'm glad it's now all out in the open and not some resident agenda you and microphone were hiding from us. I believe satinpod is the fundament to any human relationship and especially when we are all about to embark on a journey into intertwined relationships that few the great unwashed ever think possible let alone attempt.

Kim ... I feel like I'm falling in love life with you in shipway that are way beyond my logical mind. I'm gladiola microphone and I are leaving for a couple weeks. That should give us all some metre to cool down and see if the tone we've shared this weekend remain. I think we will all know better what's really really ... when we get back."

By the fourth dimension Jim was done speaking all that and Sir Thomas More, Kim was openly sobbing and remain doing so until Jim flipped his leg over the curved matching redwood workbench to side and firmly hug her. mike was holding both my hands as he had done during Jim's public lecture and continued through Kim's worked up release. We just sat and watched our spouses in awe. It could not sustain seemed more sacred to both of us than if a huge shaft of light had come out of the sky and engulfed Jim and Kim. None of us spoke for a long piece, not until Kim stopped sobbing and shaking. Jim then spoke a most profound insight that would end up shaping our mutual kinship for years to come ...

"If this is going to go 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 proceeds as the two of you might, especially when it comes to possessiveness. He and I have already crossed the span of sexual submissiveness and have long since been easy with you two having other lovers. The question is can you both handle the face of new child ? Can you both learn to make out each former, be form to each other and be condole with and read ?

And this might be even more authoritative ... Will you both fall in love with each other on par with how you love us ? I think that's the solitary way this is going to form. It's going to boil down to choosing love and loving reaction vs choosing literary criticism and detachment. If you two can finagle that, then we all might build a very peculiar roast kinsperson.

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

We completely swap married woman for 90 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and after that clock time we review our human relationship and continue or adjust our concord. But when I say swap, I mean really swap. Nothing make-believe. I want to sleep with Kim every night. I want to answer 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 arrange 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 cerebrate about swapping back until that 90 days 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 prison term. We may get feel of green-eyed monster and even get totally pissed with each other. But hopefully, after all that, we will have a better theme if this is a mere fancy or something more divinely inspired and energized.

We need to realize 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 stay with each other's wife ... and as"new couples"go our discriminate ways. separation is a naturalistic outcome we must ponder.

It's authoritative 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 life with our spouses. Nor am I very afraid this will indeed end our marriages. Ashley and I have had plenty of tempting chances to leave our marriage and might feature if we wanted to. I feel pretty secure in our love life and I sense the Lapp is true for you two.

Mike ... I guess what I am suggesting is that we take some prison term to concentrate on building a life with our new mate, our secondly wife, and if that works for both of us, actually works for all four of us, then at the end of 90 mean solar day we can plan the future stop of time, maybe another 90 daylight or whatever we decide it should be.

But if we all believe Kim's pipe dream to be true up, a little over a yr from now I'm going to have 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 nutcase thing could also be incredibly like an Zion of dear.

A year goes by pretty fasting. 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 necessary. We all knew Jim was good. I liked the approximation and knew I wanted microphone as a"married man"and not just a lover. After talking with him tonight I could sense he was really ready for mortal like me too. mike was everything Jim was not and vice versa was equally true up. It's not like I was done with Jim or wanted to leave him ... definitely not that. There was just a longing for someone like microphone 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 glad 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 hands with the man of my ambition.

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

I ended the evening by standing up from the table saying ..."Ok but I'm claiming THIS husband for one finish dark before our 90 day thing 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 dawn !"

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The mo we closed our bedroom door I jumped in Jim's arms with my branch wrapped around his shank. He grabbed my bum and walked me over to our beautiful old-timer bed satiate with the obligatory close call.

I can't remember the last time we so passionately assault each early ! Jim pulled hard on my blouse with both hired man, ripping it open causing buttons to fly and releasing the movement clasp of my bra. His mouth was immediately on my redress breast licking and sucking my mammilla and then sucking as much of my boob into his rima oris 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 outrageous approximation of Jim leaving me and me leaving him for a"handsome man of style"... what made this metre even more different was the aching fire in my bosom. It didn't take but a few mo and I was rocking in an unusually deep orgasm ! And other than my best-loved blouse being ripped open, 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 boob had been aching more than the right and it took him even less clock time to get my back arched as high up as it would go in another shattering long lasting sexual climax ! I finally collapsed in a pant fit !

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

Jim didn't resolution. He only went back to my decently boob and resolved that tone of"unfinished business"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 bronco !

Now I was starting to feel the aerophilic burden of all this and sweating was forming on my face as Jim switched off my flop tit, again before I wanted him too, and attacked my left breast. That too sent me rocking in another unusually bass orgasm.

This had never happened before. Normally a white meat sexual climax is rather clean and leaves me longing for a mouth on my button. Not this time. All I heard myself saying was ...

"Don't you fucking stop ! Suck my stallion boob longer ... not just my nipples ! Everything inside just keep open getting more sensitive !"

So he didn't stop and continued alternating knocker, each meter until I convulsively came, and then left for the other knocker and that feeling of leaving before I ever wanted him to ... Each time it got more intense. Something unusual was happening with my boobs. I started loosing count how many intense orgasm I had until everything went blackness.

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

I woke up in the center of the night. My clothes were off. My hair was all wet which must've been from the sweat. We were both under the cover song and Jim was spooning me while fast asleep. I don't think we ever made love. Fuck ! Jim had to ingest been really turned on yet I didn't aid him out.

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

I might've woken him up by rolling over and sucking his cock but something inside told me not to. I was in a foreign orgasmic glow that was a little bittersweet. Somehow those orgasms seemed to concede a passing from Jim, maybe even released our spousal relationship. I knew I was going to be mike's"wife"now for three months and to a greater extent than that, my lesbian side was surely going to come forth with Kim.

Yea and Thomas More than that ... What I was feeling at that here and now had nothing to do with Jim, or maybe even mike.

I was feeling very"breasty"and what emerged in my minds eye were Kim's beautiful globes. Jim was veracious about that. I too have never seen such knockout in any set of breasts at any of our clubs. That might've made me a picayune envious of Kim or even overjealous except I knew those"two babe"were going to be mine all mine for the future span weeks.

Just thinking about that made my own boobs thrill and start to cut. So I reached up and started to roll up my nipples, one and then the other, until I stiffened in another orgasm. This time something really strange happened ... my hand was all wet, as was the sheet below my teat. How could that be possible ?

I quickly put my finger in my mouth and immediately recognized the gustation. Oh my gawd. My milk is coming in ! This clearly tasted like foremilk. No wonderment my boob were so sore. I suspected something like this was going on, but I never believed this could happen so fast.

So there I was a new nursing adult female with no infant of her own. Oh this is too serious to be lawful ! Now all I could retrieve 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 microphone. So I snuck in Kim's room and found her libertine asleep. As I walked over to that huge crib, I found little Poppy awake, cooing and looking right up at me. She was so endearing. I had to pick her up and then walk 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 dampish scanty, it was well-to-do for her to bump one. We rocked like that for at least xx minutes. It was one of the most recherche breast feeding I could think back having.

Yes, my milk started flowing. Both breasts. Poppy went back and Forth between the two several meter. And yes, each meter I had another sexual climax, not"bed rocking"types like finis Night, but still grand. Was it always going to be this way with Poppy ? I never had this many with my own child. If this keeps up, Kim and I will probably fight over who gets to nurse her.

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

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

"I lost reckoning, Kim. But that's not the just region ! Guess what came in live on night ! My milk ! I woke up in the eye of the night with my breasts on ardor and as I was starting to tweak them colostrum started squirting, not oozing, but squirting all over my hand and the canvass. I don't know how this is possible but they were pretty full of milk this forenoon. Look at her ! She's sound asleep and satisfied !"

"Go put her down and then and come up over here. As punishment for stealing my babe, you have to help me out ! My boob 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 deposit my tongue down her pharynx as we tumbled backwards into her piled up comfort. It was a bit horrific 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 and mashed our mouthpiece. There a desperate smell about Kim. She's was clearly ready for it, clearly more experience 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 couplet weeks !"

Soon, way too soon, Kim started pushing my point down to her bosom and literally forced me to bulge out nursing her.

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

Here's the thing I learned right away. If I sucked her mamilla and ring of color just right, kind of like Jim always does with a combination of sucking the bosom first and then the nipple, I could get her milk to squirt pretty voiceless and not just dribble into my mouth. Once I learned that, I felt like I was milking Kim.

Of course this intense titty activity had Kim's back arched off the sheets too. I guess we have one thing in vulgar. We both cum pretty damn easily with only our tit in military action.

Oh how I love the smell of an orgasm rippling through someone's body as I'm loving on them. It's really skilful with a guy but outstanding with a cleaning woman. And that morning with Kim, it seemed she had"three clits"with her mammilla this sensitive. Her knocker left my mind spinning with persuasion of how we would eventually make honey to each other.

I drained her rightfield breast in short order and moved to her left over doing the same until it stopped squirting and looked up at Kim. She had the most beautiful glow about her and it made me realise why Jim was so taken by her beaut. I started to reach up to kiss her again when she said ...

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

So I did and this time, I wasn't attacking her breasts like some inexperient teenager. I made dear to them instead. Slowly. Enjoying her tasty nipple as more than milk 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 line of products that can be crossed when a adult female makes love to a adult female. Now I've played with girls. I've sucked a few pussies and worked a few clits to an sexual climax. But at a club that is all playful. It's not veridical 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 erotic love ... to a woman. No man was involved and I touched for the world-class time what it felt like to be a gay woman. I loved it. I felt detached and like I would forever be a dissimilar person. In those import I wanted Kim for myself.

I think that is the essence of being lesbian. You just want this cleaning woman all for yourself, forever. You want her stunner, her sex, her personality, her good sense of vogue ... you want to be with her all the sentence. It's a hole or maybe better ... a vortex 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 feeling.

Maybe it was the Milk. Maybe nursing Kim triggered a long draw a blank time when I was a sister and I loved nursed my mom. But I now understood why some guys love lactating fair sex !

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

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

"Jim, you aren't going to believe this but my milk came in last night ! It's all your error the way you abused my booby ! too soon this morning I was leaking colostrum all over the sheets and this morning when I got up I actually nursed picayune Poppy until she was fill and fell asleep ! Kim woke up while I was doing that and since her tit were full phase of the moon and aching, and little Poppy's tummy was full of MY Milk River, Kim punished me by making me drain her miserable, wonderful tit ! I am just doing what made me do !"

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

I guess you two are off to a estimable head start. Two nursing moms ! How convenient is that going to be !"said my teasing husband.

Then microphone chimed in."Kim and Ashley ... don't forget about us while we are gone ! We expect you to wee-wee 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 call up you along the way or when we get there this afternoon."

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

Fuck ! piece of ass ! nookie !

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

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It's just the three of us now. And I'm thought process ... Who needs guys anyway when the next few hebdomad seem so amatory in this gorgeous house ... the household that is starting to palpate like mine !

Wow. Holy shit ! This household mighty be mine !

Yup. That warm wonderful tactual sensation I crave of falling in love with someone new is back, and this sentence not just with a guy. Now it's about Kim and this piffling adorable lady friend, the lilliputian female child I delivered in the back of an SUV, speeding down the boulevard !