Picking up from news report # 3 ...

After getting the grand turn of the quietus of their magnificent home plate, including spending nearly an 60 minutes outside in their beautiful gardens, we finished sipping our deglutition on the edge of the pool with our pes dangling in the warm piss. I didn't want to leave. But if we were going to spend the night, we needed to get home plate and pack for Jim's trip to N Florida and my check with Kim. Mike got us out the door with the hope of the near steaks we have ever had if we got back in time for dinner. He claimed he had some"Nipponese steaks"that were better than any in the integral freaking world !

"Best in the hale cosmos ? 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 bright if not voguish ass commentary ! This solid weekend might have turned out so differently if we hadn't been so make relaxed around them. It felt like we had been protagonist for years.

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fountainhead ... with the payoff of Toyota steaks, we reluctantly scooted off to our home and that gave us some needed clock time during the driving to mark in with each early about what we were getting ourselves into.

"Ash ... Do you really like this guy Mike ? If not, you have to be heedful. He's header over cad about you and for a guy who has just had a new sister with such a beautiful married woman ... his emotions seem largely with you. The new phratry 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 public lecture to you much about how desperately Alex wanted me to depart you and espouse him. It was at least a fun idea to play with. But Mike has triggered those old spirit, feelings I thought were gone.

Yes I like him. I like Mike a whole crowd. I have no problem thinking about spending a lot of clip with him. And I'll just come out and remind you ...

I really do desire to have another infant and I'm thinking more and more everything could bring out between the four of us. The mind of actually planning on getting pregnant with microphone, 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 germ going up in my cervix reaching my egg ... Oh Jim, that gets me really wet ! You know how a great 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 rattling question or is she too psycho for ya ?"

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

As far as how I FEEL about her ... Kim is intoxicating to me like no other woman I've been with. When she gets me going, hell yes I want to rap 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 kind of decisions. We are talking biography long consequences when we talk about babies."

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

I didn't just act with that fantasize while we were together. I used that thought to"get off"with most of the guys I've ever fucked. Saying ..."Cum inside me and stimulate me a baby"always got me and him"over the top."The more I used that, the inviolable my orgasms got !

I know that fantasize stayed hot for you too. Why was that ? Because you love playing the cuckolding plot together ! It wasn't just the persuasion 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 clip 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 get together knock me up !

Remember how I would always describe that guy as more handsome than you or smarter than you and how I wanted my new baby to have a cock as Brobdingnagian as his and not as tiny as yours ?

Remember how I would key that baby as being much more beautiful or talented if it was his instead of yours ? Maybe MY child could even end up being a pro athlete if I chose a bulky he-man instead of a wimpy guy like you ? And then how we would trail you around night club while I graded the unmarried bozo 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 juju places that weren't always enjoyable to me ... but I always envied how titillating you could get.

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

Remember the offset fourth dimension I came house with Hun and he fucked me right wing on the goon 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 ramification and I made you clean me up with your knife ? Remember how hard you came after all that ?

By myself, I couldn't get you that hot ! That's why I decided to clear you eat unusual cum out of me as often as possible. It was never as hot for me as it was for you. commend 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 grueling 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 substance to you. It's freaking animated ! It has a 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 time I told you I would be ovulating that coming weekend and was already off the contraceptive pill ! And how I was going to know every guy with"eight inches"or more than at the club and you were going to have to watch me consider MY next baby ! I didn't William Tell you it wasn't dependable. I needed you to believe I had really stopped taking the pill when I fucked those guys. I wanted to see if you could cross that line about mortal else getting me meaning. You did it with a raging hard on and by doing so you allowed me to conceive another man's baby !

Remember how turned on you were watching me fuck ... What was it, four guys ? Remember how charge you were licking me scavenge each prison term 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 times among so many wonderful meter ! Thank you for them.

Think of all the interesting variety that came our way after we learned how to ‘ envision something'while edging each other to incredible pinnacle. Did you even think we could take this particular ‘ new baby matter'to the threshold of so many climaxes without the actual experience creating ?"

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

"No buts ... have some faith that it has finally created ... and it's creating better than we had ever imagined. Our 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 counterpoise to all this. microphone may be just a bit more bighearted 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 calendar month. We had our fantasy for a few geezerhood. What's the big difference between an vivid dreaming or intense fantasy ? Could you even imagine a wagerer couple to do this with ?

beginning thinking about ‘ what if it works ?'What if the four of us become womb-to-tomb spouse facing all of aliveness's challenges together, traveling together, building things together, proving our beloved to each other year after class ... until ‘ Death do us part ?'

Can you opine how practically to a greater extent worry life will be with them and our reciprocal tyke at our slope ? That's how I'm viewing this. We've played around with so many fantasy and so many people. Aren't you kinda done with that ? I am. I'm ready for this ! I'm ready for dear. I'm ready for a new baby !"

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

Like ... Why I"bonk being in lovemaking"so much and why I fall into it so easily. It can make some trouble ... but despite that I resolved I didn't want to know my living any other way. There was no possession, no firm, no car, no vacation, no adventure, no accolade or good sense of emplacement or great power that even comes close in meaning to me than that warm intoxicating feeling of falling in erotic love with mortal new and enjoying their company. Our lifestyle has allowed me to do that many times and from that detail of sentiment, I may be the golden woman in the creation !

Trusting someone, even soul you love, is an entirely dissimilar issue. Trust is not something I fall into. For me ... it has to be earned. And I'm thinking this whole affair with Mike and Kim is going to pack some clock time for trustfulness to issue.

Nevertheless here I am again. Feeling such unattackable emotions for Mike and almost as practically for his incredibly lovely wife and this new born baby, Poppy. This has never happened before, falling for three mass, and a family no LE ! All I know is these feelings are much rich than usual. They are visceral. I feel them in my gut like a vibration in sync with something on a often grander graduated table than I can imagine.

Same is avowedly for the sexual side with mike. It has left me dripping all day long with something sober going on with my breasts. They started out feeling on ardour 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. await at my breasts. Do they expect dissimilar to you ?"

"Different ? Of course they are. I've always told you your breast were different. I could foot them out of a line-up blindfolded. retrieve that clock time I did that in Jamaica ?

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

"No seriously. total over here and feel them. Do they seem compact than usual ? Here. Put your handwriting underneath and plagiarise them. Now squeeze them lightly ... A petty harder. finger that duncish spot right in the eye ? It's so medium 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. microphone said he was putting the steaks on at 7:30 and not to be late. That leaves us less than 30 transactions to get there. I'm wad and already receive my traveling 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 child, 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 out a jolt to every gland in your organic structure !

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

What have you got in these suitcases ? careen ?"

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

However ... Jim and I have learned one thing over the last few years of our sexual exploits. When we get a certain tone or intensity in our erotic reaction, it is best to intermit and take note. Something important is always at our doorstep.

That uncovering is one of the coolest aspects in our shared experiences. Great desire, not just the pattern erotic 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 encounter with Mike and Kim tactile property. I don't think Jim and I have ever found a brace so equally matched to us, and that leaves both of us wondering about the"destiny of our souls."

They really are limited 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 scanty that day and was pretty sure it would also be soaked soon.

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

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

"Sure do ! Got any Tanquerey ?"

"Oh yea ! It's mike's favourite. I'm more a Cuervo Gold gal. I'm not really into whisky but I love its oak cask aging. waiting ... let me infer. 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 better !"

"My good Ash. Lapp here. I can drink a entirely pitcher of the hooey after a 100 drive ! time lag ... you said Jim bikes ? Do you mean a bicycle ?"

"Oh yea. He ‘ pushes pedals.'I think he has 8 bike in the garage and is constantly buying and selling new single. He's hooked up with a few pro bikers on eBay. They get a new bicycle every year through their sponsor and then automatically trade their old one to Jim. So he's always riding the best new bikes, well ... one twelvemonth 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 current ‘ ducky ride'hanging on our bedroom paries. He says ...

‘ The visual geometry of the bike does something important to my learning ability before I go to sleep.'

He even pets it every fourth dimension he goes by and claims he can hear it whine if he doesn't admit it out. He's absolutely crazy about bikes. I've tried to do the drive with him. He's even bought me a mate expensive single. It's just not me."

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

"Kim ... all the time ! and that makes him gone about of the day. It's the one affair in our lifespan 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 microphone ! His musical theme of a great day is hunting oldtimer in quaint footling store or the three estates sales or old farm theatre. He's got an eye for it. He's a ‘ picker !'Look around the house. Nearly everything we once had has been upgraded by an antique.

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

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

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

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

The repast we shared couldn't have been more lovely and romanticistic. Their terrace table was as particular as their heroic old house. I've never seen a 6 foot crisscross sectional slab cut off the trunk of a redwood tree and used for a hold over top. It was about 4"thick and still had deeply furrowed barque around the edge. Set on a combination real tree branch pedestal, polished and coated with acrylic paint, it looked spectacular. mike said, he had counted over 600 pack in that slab.

He is also quite the chef. The broiled asparagus, courgette, gong peppers were perfectly done, along with barbecued mushrooms and sauce over quinoa, and those"Japanese steaks"... They were definitely the stocky 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 ache ass comment kinda made microphone and Kim choke on their food.

All I knew was, I've never had a steak that seemed to melt in my mouthpiece ! I guess I'll just have to get used to mike's sensation of elan and budget.

I might birth added a prissy nursing bottle or two of red wine instead of our pitcherful but it was really intimate sitting by myself side by side to Mike sharing our T & Ts all night and talking antiques while Kim and Jim were snuggled up talking bike with their pitcher of margaritas. All four of us were laughing and teasing each other about our different proclivities and we all ended up well lubricated by the clock time the meal was finished.

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

After setting plan and expectations for the come in hebdomad of Mike and Jim being away in Union Florida ... the conversation went directly into sex, along with recounting the Nox we had just shared, what made us laugh about it, what scared the dirt out of us, and what the implications of our get together each other might mean.

Eventually we had to discuss the huge"Edward D. White elephant"in the room ... Which was Kim's dreams about"meeting this wonderful pair, falling in love with them, and two years later each of us having a new baby with each other's spouse."As loony as that sounds, I think Jim and I were starting to share a feeling it all might be coming true.

The whole conversation shifted with Kim's surprising apologia.

"Jim and Ashley ... I am embarrassed and drab about blurting out my dreams to you last night. I know I'm a minuscule bit drunk right now, but looking back to last Nox I think I was a little"sex drunk"then too. It seems now a horrible matter to do to you both. It's not like me to do something as that. I've hosted one C of people on my tours over the last few years and I'm normally very good at reading people and soundly at tiptoeing around their psychological event while never imposing on them. hold up night I more than imposed on both of you and acted like some silly teenaged missy in sexual 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 disconnected when Kim said that. I didn't expect nor think an excuse was needed, although it was a nice matter to pick up from this new mother. However it totally sobered up the ambience at the board. Fortunately Jim jumped in with countersign that made me proud of him.

"Kim ... Ashley and I have been in this lifestyle for several 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 intense sex I've ever had with anyone in this life style. It certainly matched anything Ash and I have ever shared. I sense those tone seem mutual at this table ... no excuse is certainly needed for that.

As far as your dreams go, I understand why it all came out because we were all eminent as a kite in sex last 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 dreams are truly second-sighted or not. I am starting to believe they might be. I've persuasion about that all day and this is what I've come up with.

If we were the incorrectly couple, I mean if we were not the couple in your pipe dream, or if the dream were nil more than your imaginations during your pregnancy, then don't you think that sometime during last-place evening and today, something would've ‘ gone south'or at least as you just said, ‘ scared us off'? Instead, the opposition has occurred. We all felt an intense attraction to each early and then sharing the birth 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 morning time with your husband. As far as I know, he feels the like way about Ashley.

And the function about having each former's child ... I can state you this. Ashley has had a fantasy about about getting impregnated by another man for class. I bet I've helped her to a hundred orgasms when the initiation was not me. Instead it was the idea of her getting knocked up by another guy cumming inside. Both of us have always wondered why that finicky illusion worked so well and so long. I've rarely heard of it being commons in the gang 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 ambition.

You and microphone and Ashley seem predisposed to swapping fathers. I'll have to be honest. I need some time to adjust to that idea. 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 open and not some resident agenda you and mike were hiding from us. I believe honesty is the foundation to any relationship and especially when we are all about to embark on a journey into interlace relationships that few people ever think potential let alone undertake.

Kim ... I feel like I'm falling in erotic love with you in room that are way beyond my logical head. I'm glad mike and I are leaving for a couple workweek. That should consecrate us all some clock time to chill down and see if the feelings we've shared this weekend remain. I think we will all know in effect what's really really ... when we get back."

By the meter Jim was done speaking all that and more, Kim was openly sobbing and continued doing so until Jim flipped his leg over the curved matching redwood bench to aspect and firmly hug her. Mike was holding both my manus as he had done during Jim's talk and continued through Kim's aroused release. We just sat and watched our spouses in awe. It could not hold seemed to a greater extent sacred to both of us than if a vast beam of light had come out of the sky and plunge Jim and Kim. None of us spoke for a yearn while, not until Kim stopped sobbing and shaking. Jim then spoke a most heavy brainstorm that would end up shaping our mutual relationships for geezerhood to come ...

"If this is going to turn 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 make as many potential payoff as the two of you might, especially when it comes to possessiveness. He and I have already crossed the bridge circuit of sexual submissiveness and have long since been well-situated with you two having other lovers. The dubiousness is can you both handle the facial expression of new babe ? Can you both learn to love each former, be variety to each other and be condole with and interpret ?

And this might be even more significant ... Will you both fall in beloved with each other on par with how you love us ? I think that's the sole way this is going to work. It's going to moil down to choosing beloved and loving responses vs choosing critique and interval. If you two can manage that, then we all might build a very particular joint 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 take this ...

We completely swap wives for 90 days and after that prison term we review our relationships and continue or adjust our agreement. But when I say swap, I mean really swap. Nothing make-believe. I want to kip 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 Day just as if we were married and monogamous.

If we can format 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 call back about swapping back until that 90 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. is over. I suggest we enter this with absolutely no predetermined limits on how far we fall in love with each former.

Realistically, it may be hard at sentence. We may get feelings of jealousy and even get totally pissed with each other. But hopefully, after all that, we will induce a salutary idea if this is a mere illusion or something more divinely inspired and energized.

We need to agnize going in to this that it could end up fatal to both of our marriages. We might decide to just get back with our wives or ... we could end up leaving them to ride out with each other's married woman ... and as"new couplet"go our tell mode. detachment is a realistic outcome we must excogitate.

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 spouses. Nor am I very afraid this will indeed end our marriages. Ashley and I have had quite a little of tempting chances to exit our marriage and might birth if we wanted to. I feel pretty secure in our love and I sense the Sami is lawful for you two.

Mike ... I guess what I am suggesting is that we take some clock time to condense on building a lifespan with our new married person, our mo wife, and if that works for both of us, actually works for all four of us, then at the end of 90 days we can plan the side by side period of fourth dimension, 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 class from now I'm going to give impregnated ner with a new child, as you will have with Ash. That's damn heavy for me to think about right now but ... as Ashley has been reminding me ... potentially this half-baked thing 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 next 90 days and see if this can work."

There was really no word necessary. We all knew Jim was rectify. I liked the idea and knew I wanted Mike as a"husband"and not just a devotee. 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 genuine. It's not like I was done with Jim or wanted to bequeath him ... definitely not that. There was just a longing 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 happy for him. Kim is so much more his type and what he has missed in me. Realizing that would normally suffer made me so green-eyed but there I was holding hired man with the man of my dreams.

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

I ended the evening 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. Speaking of which, I can hardly believe she's been so tranquillize. clip to tick off on her. We're going to bed. See you both in the morning !"

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The import we closed our bedroom room access I jumped in Jim's arms with my legs wrapped around his waist. He grabbed my butt and walked me over to our beautiful antique bed fill with the obligatory close shave.

I can't remember the last time we so passionately attacked each other ! Jim pulled hard on my blouse with both hands, ripping it afford causing buttons to fly and releasing the front clasp of my bra. His mouth was immediately on my right-hand breast beating and sucking my tit and then sucking as much of my titty into his mouth as possible while tonguing my mamilla. 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"bountiful man of mode"... what made this time even more different was the aching flack in my knocker. It didn't take but a few minutes and I was rocking in an unusually cryptical climax ! And other than my preferent 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 white meat had been aching more than the rightfield and it took him even lupus erythematosus clock 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 bonk Kim aren't ya ?"

Jim didn't answer. He only went back to my right boob and resolved that tactile sensation of"unfinished business"he had left in it. Just about as quickly, he sent me into my tertiary orgasm as I was arching my back again like a bucking bronc !

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

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

"Don't you fucking stop ! sucking my full boob longer ... not just my nipple ! Everything inside just restrain getting more sensitive !"

So he didn't stop and continued alternating titty, each time until I convulsively came, and then left for the early titty and that feeling of leaving before I ever wanted him to ... Each time it got more intense. Something unknown was happening with my boobs. I started loosing tally how many intense orgasms I had until everything went bleak.

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

I woke up in the middle of the night. My clothes were off. My hair was all wet which must've been from the sudor. We were both under the covers and Jim was spooning me while fast deceased. I don't think we ever made dear. piece of tail ! Jim had to accept been really turned on yet I didn't help him out.

I reached down and matte my panties. They were still on but were as soaked as if I had wet myself. I put my fingers inside them to experience my burning clitoris and in only a few shot I was cumming again. Afterwards, when I put my fingers in my mouth like I always do after I masturbate, they didn't smell or taste like semen. Nope. Jim had not gotten into my scanty 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 strange orgasmic gleam that was a footling climbing nightshade. Somehow those orgasms seemed to concede a tone ending from Jim, maybe even released our marriage. I knew I was going to be Mike's"wife"now for three months and more than that, my lesbian position 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 microphone.

I was feeling very"breasty"and what emerged in my judgment eye were Kim's beautiful earth. Jim was right about that. I too have never seen such beauty in any set of breasts at any of our clubs. That might've made me a piffling jealous of Kim or even green-eyed except I knew those"two babe"were going to be mine all mine for the next couple weeks.

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

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

So there I was a new nursing woman with no sister of her own. Oh this is too near to be avowedly ! Now all I could think of was little Poppy and nursing her in the sunrise.

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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 room and found her fast asleep. As I walked over to that immense pony, I found little Poppy awake, cooing and looking right up at me. She was so adorable. I had to break up 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 workweek and since I was nude, except for my still moist panties, it was easy for her to find one. We rocked like that for at to the lowest degree XX minutes. It was one of the most exquisite nursings I could remember having.

Yes, my milk started flowing. Both breasts. Poppy went back and Forth River between the two respective clock time. And yes, each metre I had another orgasm, not"bed rocking"character like cobbler's last night, but still wonderful. 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 give suck her.

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

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

"I lost count, Kim. But that's not the good part ! shot what came in last dark ! My Milk ! I woke up in the middle of the night with my breasts on fire and as I was starting to tweak them colostrum started squirting, not oozing, but squirting all over my hand and the sheets. I don't jazz how this is possible but they were pretty wide-cut of milk this dawning. Look at her ! She's sound asleep and satisfied !"

"Go put her pile and then and total over here. As punishment for stealing my baby, you have to help me out ! My knocker are bursting at the bed !"

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fountainhead ... this is how it started with Kim. I came over to her bed, grabbed her head and stick around my tongue down her throat as we tumbled backwards into her piled up comforter. 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 trade good. We grabbed each other's head and mashed our sassing. There a do-or-die belief about Kim. She's was clearly quick for it, clearly more go through kissing a adult female than I was. I loved it ! I remember thinking while our tongues swirled ...

"We are going to do this a lot these succeeding couple workweek !"

Soon, way too soon, Kim started pushing my head teacher down to her boob and literally forced me to bulge nursing her.

I've tasted my own milk before and have always found it to be nice, sugared, and a little thinner than cow's Milk River. But never have I gotten it straight from a tit. 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 chest.

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

Of line this intense bosom action had Kim's back arched off the sheets too. I guess we have one thing in mutual. We both cum pretty blessed easily with only our mamilla in natural process.

Oh how I love the feeling of an orgasm rippling through mortal's soundbox as I'm loving on them. It's really honest with a guy but great with a woman. And that cockcrow with Kim, it seemed she had"three clits"with her nipples this tender. Her tits left my creative thinker spinning with thought of how we would eventually make love to each other.

I drained her right breast in dead order and moved to her exit doing the same until it stopped squirting and looked up at Kim. She had the most beautiful gleam about her and it made me actualize why Jim was so taken by her beauty. I started to reach up to kiss her again when she said ...

"Ashley please don't occlusive. That was one of the most wonderful sensations I've ever had. There's still more Milk River there. I can palpate it. Just go slower."

So I did and this clock time, I wasn't attacking her breast like some inexperienced teenager. I made love to them instead. Slowly. Enjoying her tasty nipple as more than milk kept rewarding me each meter I sucked.

I wish I knew how to identify what I was really experiencing with Kim. I guess there's a line that can be crossed when a woman makes dearest to a woman. Now I've played with fille. I've sucked a few kitty-cat and worked a few clitoris to an climax. But at a club 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 char. No man was involved and I touched for the first off meter what it felt like to be a lesbian. I loved it. I felt absolve and like I would forever be a different person. In those consequence I wanted Kim for myself.

I think that is the essence of being gay woman. You just want this woman all for yourself, forever. You want her beauty, her sex, her personality, her sensory faculty of dash ... you want to be with her all the time. It's a kettle of fish 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 here and now was, I loved those new feelings.

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

I don't recognize how retentive 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 vast smiles on their faces !

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

"Jim, you aren't going to believe this but my milk came in last Night ! It's all your fault the way you abused my pinhead ! Early this dayspring I was leaking colostrum all over the sheets and this morning 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 full and aching, and little Poppy's tummy was full of MY milk, Kim punished me by making me debilitate her poor, grand booby ! 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 in force offset. Two breast feeding mommy ! How convenient is that going to be !"said my ribbing husband.

Then Mike chimed in."Kim and Ashley ... don't forget about us while we are gone ! We expect you to form 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 compass point in interrupting that. Besides ... Jim and I have to get going. We are so late getting off. We will squall you along the way or when we get there this afternoon."

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

Fuck ! Fuck ! fucking !

Oh well ... I've got Kim in my arms to soak up and be intimate all day ! We may not be spending lots meter 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 side by side few calendar week seem so wild-eyed in this gorgeous firm ... the house that is starting to feel like mine !

Wow. holy shit ! This menage mighty be mine !

Yup. That warm wonderful impression 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 petty adorable girl, the little young woman I delivered in the back of an SUV, speeding down the avenue !