Picking up from narrative # 3 ...

After getting the one thousand tour of the relief of their magnificent dwelling, 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 warmly water. I didn't want to allow. But if we were going to pass the Nox, we needed to get habitation and pack for Jim's slip to N Florida and my stay with Kim. Mike got us out the door with the hope of the comfortably steaks we have ever had if we got back in prison term for dinner. He claimed he had some"Nipponese steaks"that were better than any in the entire freaking cosmos !

"Charles Herbert Best in the whole world ? What ... Is Toyota now making steaks ?"I teased mike. He and Jim just rolled their heart and Kim covered her mouth and conveniently turned away.

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

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Well ... with the bribe of Toyota steaks, we reluctantly scooted off to our habitation and that gave us some needed clip during the ride to see to it in with each other about what we were getting ourselves into.

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

"Jim, no one has affected me like mike since we got involved with Alex. I didn't talk to you much about how desperately Alex wanted me to depart you and marry him. It was at least a fun estimate to wreak with. But Mike has triggered those old tactual sensation, feeling I thought were gone.

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

I really do want to sustain another infant and I'm thinking Sir Thomas More and more everything could act upon out between the four of us. The thought of actually planning on getting pregnant with mike, you know ... deliberately fucking him on the optimal day ... maybe filming it with you and Kim by my side watching it all, and feeling his seed going up in my cervix uteri reaching my egg ... Oh Jim, that gets me really wet ! You know how practically 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 substantial question or is she too psychotic person for ya ?"

"She is a bit ‘ out there'with those aspiration. I'm not really sure enough 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 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 criticise her up !

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

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

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

I know that fantasy stayed hot for you too. Why was that ? Because you love playing the cuckolding secret plan 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 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 continue you sooooo long"on the bound"by talking about letting some hot guy we might meet knock me up !

Remember how I would always describe that guy as more giving than you or wise than you and how I wanted my new baby to give a putz as Brobdingnagian as his and not as tiny as yours ?

Remember how I would draw that baby as being much more beautiful or talented if it was his instead of yours ? Maybe MY baby could even end up being a professional jock if I chose a bulky he-man instead of a wimpish guy like you ? And then how we would sweep you around clubhouse while I graded the single guy cable as possible fathers ?

Remember all that lecture ?

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 fetich situation that weren't always enjoyable to me ... but I always envied how titillating you could get.

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

Remember the first time I came home with Jerry and he fucked me right on the hood of his car, in our drive, 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 natural language ? Remember how hard you came after all that ?

By myself, I couldn't get you that hot ! That's why I decided to make you eat unusual cum out of me as often as potential. It was never as hot for me as it was for you. commemorate how many multiplication after eating some guy's cum and me stroking your cock, you would groan and sway and shoot your cum so tough it would go way over your head and run down the bed headboard ?

Admit it Jim. It isn't"just me fucking soul"that gets to you. It's his cum in my kitty-cat. Cum is n't just some gooie substance to you. It's freaking alert ! It has a power to stool a babe inside me. That's why the fantasy never got old for either of us.

And I don't think you've ever gotten so senior high as the sentence I told you I would be ovulating that coming weekend and was already off the anovulatory drug ! And how I was going to have sex every guy with"eight in"or more at the club and you were going to birth to watch me conceive MY next kid ! I didn't Tell you it wasn't avowedly. I needed you to conceive I had really stopped taking the tablet when I fucked those cat. I wanted to see if you could interbreed that line of descent about soul else getting me pregnant. You did it with a raging hard on and by doing so you allowed me to conceive another man's babe !

Remember how turned on you were watching me fuck ... What was it, four cat ? Remember how agitate you were licking me clean-living each clock time afterwards ? Remember how I wouldn't allow you to cum until the end of the weekend ? And how by then your ballock were all swollen ... And how hard you cried when I allowed you to finally cum ! Those were magical time for both of us Jim. The serious times among so many wonderful sentence ! Thank you for them.

Think of all the interesting changes that came our way after we learned how to ‘ envision something'while edging each other to unbelievable heights. Did you even think we could remove this particular ‘ new babe matter'to the brink of so many culmination without the actual 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 organized religion that it has finally created ... and it's creating comfortably than we had ever imagined. Our fantasies never included another cleaning lady and yet here we are.

Kim, BEAUTIFUL Kim, is yours now. It's not just me and gorgeous Mike. There's a prissy residue 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 dreaming for nine months. We had our illusion for a few old age. What's the big remainder between an intense dreaming or intense fancy ? Could you even imagine a well pair to do this with ?

showtime thinking about ‘ what if it works ?'What if the four of us become lifelong partners facing all of life's challenges together, traveling together, building things together, proving our making love to each other year after year ... until ‘ Death do us role ?'

Can you reckon how a lot more matter to life will be with them and our common Thomas Kid at our sides ? 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 love. I'm ready for a new baby !"

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

Like ... Why I"get laid being in love"so much and why I fall into it so easily. It can create some problem ... but despite that I resolved I didn't want to hold out my life any early way. There was no possession, no house, no car, no vacation, no adventure, no accolade or common sense of spot or power that even comes close in meaning to me than that warm intoxicating feeling of falling in love with person new and enjoying their company. Our lifestyle has allowed me to do that many times and from that detail of sight, I may be the luckiest cleaning lady in the existence !

Trusting someone, even someone you love, is an entirely unlike subject. 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 metre for trust to emerge.

Nevertheless here I am again. Feeling such inviolable emotions for Mike and almost as a lot for his incredibly lovely married woman and this new born baby, Poppy. This has never happened before, falling for three people, and a household no to a lesser extent ! All I know is these feelings are much cryptical than common. They are visceral. I feel them in my gut like a vibration in sync with something on a much grander scale leaf than I can imagine.

Same is dependable for the sexual side with microphone. It has left me dripping all day long with something serious going on with my bosom. They started out feeling on fire in the infirmary but now after letting Poppy suck on them and having that coming 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 look different to you ?"

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

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

"No seriously. Come over here and feel them. Do they seem thicker than usual ? Here. Put your custody underneath and lift them. Now squeeze them lightly ... A petty harder. Feel that blockheaded spot right field in the middle ? It's so sore there !"

"Maybe Ash. I just think they feel with child ! But if we keep this up both of us are going to be late for dinner at their menage. mike said he was putting the steaks on at 7:30 and not to be late. That leaves us less than 30 hour to get there. I'm packed and already accept my base 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 wait ? You've just gone through probably the most emotionally intense experiences we've ever had with you delivering that sister, trying to nurse it ... and on top of all that, falling in love with a new guy ! Your internal secretion have to be raging. That's got to get off a jolt to every gland in your body !

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

What have you got in these suitcases ? Rocks ?"

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

However ... Jim and I have learned one affair over the last few yr of our sexual exploits. When we get a sealed quality or saturation in our erotic response, it is best to pause and take notation. Something significant is always at our doorstep.

That find is one of the coolheaded aspects in our shared experiences. Great desire, not just the normal erotic triggers, but deep down desire has proved trusty and a beneficial indicant of something new and worthwhile coming our way. That's exactly how this unscathed showdown with Mike and Kim feels. 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 especial citizenry and I might as well tell you, since we met them, I was constantly dripping. I mean, I changed out the 6th pad inside my panties that day and was pretty sure it would also be soaked soon.

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

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

"Sure do ! Got any Tanquerey ?"

"Oh yea ! It's Mike's favorite. I'm more a Cuervo gold gal. I'm not really into whiskey 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 better !"

"My goodness Ash. Lapplander here. I can drink a whole twirler of the hooey after a century ride ! Wait ... you said Jim bikes ? Do you signify a cycle ?"

"Oh yea. He ‘ pushes 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 professional rockers on eBay. They get a new bike every year through their sponsor and then automatically sell their old one to Jim. So he's always riding the best new bikes, well ... one year old bike but new to him.

Kim, sometimes I think he likes biking to a greater extent than sex ! Since he got into it days ago, he hardly golfs any more and even insists on having his current ‘ deary ride'hanging on our bedroom wall. He says ...

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

He even pets it every time he goes by and call he can pick up it pule if he doesn't take it out. He's absolutely crazy about cycle. I've tried to do the rides with him. He's even bought me a mate expensive ones. It's just not me."

"Department of Energy he ever go on long drive like a hundred ? A 100 Roman mile ? If he does I'm totally stealing him from you !"

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

"Oh my gawd Ash ! This keeps getting better and better. I have the same problem with mike ! His musical theme of a great day is hunting antiques in quaint little storage or estate sale 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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"girl ... Steaks are done. Drinks ready ? Jim and I are thirsty !"

"Yes ! Coming right out."“ Ash can you fetch the two pitcherful. I'll get glasses and the ice. Geez. I can't trust he bicycle !"

The meal we shared couldn't have been more lovely and romantic. Their patio table was as special as their G old theatre. I've never seen a 6 understructure cross sectional slab cut off the trunk of a redwood tree and used for a board top. It was about 4"midst and still had deeply furrowed bark around the edges. Set on a combination very limb footstall, polished and coated with acrylic, it looked outstanding. mike said, he had counted over 600 doughnut in that slab.

He is also quite the chef. The grilled asparagus, zucchini, doorbell peppers were perfectly done, along with broiled 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 boeuf is a bit pricey. That's because it is really made by Lexus !"

That chic ass comment kinda made Mike and Kim choke on their food.

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

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

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

After setting architectural plan and expectations for the total hebdomad of microphone and Jim being away in Union 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 meeting each former might signify.

Eventually we had to discuss the vast"white elephant"in the room ... Which was Kim's pipe dream about"meeting this marvellous twain, falling in love with them, and two old age later each of us having a new sister with each other's spouse."As weirdo as that sounds, I think Jim and I were starting to share a feeling it all might be coming unfeigned.

The unit conversation shifted with Kim's storm apology.

"Jim and Ashley ... I am mortified and sorry about blurting out my dream to you last Nox. I know I'm a little bit salute right now, but looking back to hold up Nox I think I was a niggling"sex drunk"then too. It seems now a horrible thing to do to you both. It's not like me to do something as that. I've hosted hundreds of mass on my tours over the endure few days and I'm normally very dependable at reading hoi polloi and in force at tiptoeing around their psychological event while never imposing on them. in conclusion nighttime I More than imposed on both of you and acted like some silly teenaged girl in passion. 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 befuddled when Kim said that. I didn't expect nor think an apology was needed, although it was a nice thing to try from this new mother. However it totally sobered up the atmosphere at the table. Fortunately Jim jumped in with words that made me proud of him.

"Kim ... Ashley and I have been in this life-style for several yr now and we are quite aware of how conversations and confessions come out while we are erotically charged. conclusion 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 lifestyle. It certainly matched anything Ash and I have ever shared. I sense those feelings seem reciprocal 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-pitched 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 rattling question 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 dyad, I mean if we were not the couple in your dreams, or if the pipe dream were nothing more than your resource during your pregnancy, then don't you think that sometime during last eve and today, something would've ‘ gone south'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 parentage of Poppy ... obviously that grew us closer or as Ashley has said, ‘ It bang 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 with your husband. As far as I know, he feels the same way about Ashley.

And the part about having each other's babies ... I can tell you this. Ashley has had a fantasy about about getting impregnated by another man for year. I bet I've helped her to a hundred climax 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 particular fantasy worked so well and so long. I've rarely heard of it being rough-cut in the crew we've played with.

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

You and Mike and Ashley seem predisposed to swapping fathers. I'll have to be honest. I need some clock time to correct to that musical theme. The significance seem far and wide to me. But if Ashley's fantasy was going to happen with anyone I would want it to be with you two.

I'm happy it's now all out in the afford and not some resident agenda you and mike were hiding from us. I believe Lunaria annua is the origination to any human relationship and especially when we are all about to embark on a journey into lace relationships that few people ever think possible let alone try.

Kim ... I feel like I'm falling in passion with you in ways that are way beyond my ordered judgment. I'm glad mike and I are leaving for a couple week. That should have us all some time to chill down and see if the spirit we've shared this weekend remain. I think we will all eff best what's really substantial ... when we get back."

By the fourth dimension Jim was done speaking all that and more than, Kim was openly sobbing and preserve doing so until Jim flipped his leg over the curved matching redwood Bench to grimace and firmly hug her. Mike was holding both my workforce as he had done during Jim's public lecture and continued through Kim's excited sack. We just sat and watched our married person in awe. It could not have seemed Thomas More sacred to both of us than if a huge beam of light had come out of the sky and engulfed Jim and Kim. None of us spoke for a foresightful while, not until Kim stopped sobbing and shaking. Jim then spoke a most profound insight that would end up shaping our mutual kinship for eld to come ...

"If this is going to work between the four us, it will start or end with how it works between Kim and Ashley. I don't sense that mike and I will bear as many potentiality issues as the two of you might, especially when it comes to possessiveness. He and I have already crossed the bridgework of sexual submissiveness and have long since been comfortable with you two having other lovers. The doubtfulness is can you both handle the view of new babies ? Can you both learn to sleep together each other, be kind to each other and be compassionate and empathise ?

And this might be even more important ... Will you both fall in love with each other on par with how you love us ? I think that's the only way this is going to work. It's going to boil down to choosing love and loving answer vs choosing unfavorable judgment and separation. If you two can contend that, then we all might build a very special join crime syndicate.

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 turn over this ...

We completely swap wives for 90 days and after that time we review our relationships and continue or adjust our agreement. But when I say swop, I mean really swap. Nothing make-believe. I want to sleep with Kim every night. I want to reply to her only, and her to me, for what we decide is important to us and how we spend our twenty-four hour period just as if we were married and monogamous.

If we can coiffure at to the lowest degree some short honeymoon together while dealing with this new child, all the comfortably and I suggest the same for both of you.

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

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

We need to take in going in to this that it could end up black to both of our marriages. We might decide to just get back with our wife or ... we could end up leaving them to stay with each other's married woman ... and as"new dyad"go our separate direction. Separation is a realistic outcome we must contemplate.

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 with our spouses. Nor am I very afraid this will indeed end our union. Ashley and I have had plenty of tempting chances to pull up stakes our union and might ingest if we wanted to. I feel pretty secure in our love and I sense the same is true for you two.

mike ... I guess what I am suggesting is that we take some time to concentrate on building a life story with our new spouse, our second married woman, and if that works for both of us, actually works for all four of us, then at the end of 90 Day we can design the next period of clock time, maybe another 90 days or whatever we decide it should be.

But if we all believe Kim's dreams to be true, a little over a twelvemonth from now I'm going to have impregnated ner with a new baby, as you will have with Ash. That's tinker's dam 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 love.

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

There was really no discourse necessary. We all knew Jim was decent. I liked the idea 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 somebody like me too. Mike was everything Jim was not and vice versa was equally unfeigned. It's not like I was done with Jim or wanted to will him ... definitely not that. There was just a longing for person 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 felicitous for him. Kim is so much more his type and what he has missed in me. Realizing that would normally accept made me so jealous but there I was holding hands with the man of my dreams.

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

I ended the evening by standing up from the table saying ..."Ok but I'm claiming THIS hubby for one last Nox 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 tranquilize. Time to check on her. We're going to bed. See you both in the dayspring !"

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The moment we closed our bedroom door I jumped in Jim's blazon with my legs wrapped around his waist. He grabbed my cigarette and walked me over to our beautiful old-timer bed replete with the obligatory squeaks.

I can't remember the endure time we so passionately attacked each early ! Jim pulled hard on my blouse with both men, ripping it open causing push to fly and releasing the front clasp of my bra. His lip was immediately on my right breast beating and sucking my tit and then sucking as a good deal of my boob into his backtalk as potential while tonguing my teat. He's got that proficiency down. No one has ever sucked my tits as well as Jim.

Besides the steep musical theme of Jim leaving me and me leaving him for a"handsome man of trend"... what made this clock time even more different was the aching ardor in my boob. It didn't take but a few minutes and I was rocking in an unusually recondite orgasm ! And other than my darling blouse being ripped spread out, we were both still fully clothed !

Jim then moved to my bequeath chest, before I really wanted him to, and attacked it in a fit of Passion. Well that breast had been aching more than the right and it took him even less time to get my back arched as luxuriously as it would go in another shattering long hold up coming ! I finally collapsed in a panting fit !

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

Jim didn't answer. He only went back to my the right way boob and resolved that feeling of"unfinished concern"he had left in it. Just about as quickly, he sent me into my one-third coming as I was arching my back again like a bucking bronc !

Now I was starting to feel the aerobic effects of all this and sudation was forming on my face as Jim switched off my right boob, again before I wanted him too, and attacked my depart boob. That too sent me rocking in another unusually trench orgasm.

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

"Don't you fucking cease ! Suck my entire boob longer ... not just my nipple ! Everything inside just save getting more sensitive !"

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

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

I woke up in the centre of the Night. My dress were off. My hair was all wet which must've been from the sweat. We were both under the covers and Jim was spooning me while fast asleep. I don't think we ever made sexual love. Fuck ! Jim had to have been really turned on yet I didn't assistant him out.

I reached down and felt my pantie. They were still on but were as soaked as if I had wet myself. I put my finger inside them to experience my burning button and in only a few strokes I was cumming again. Afterwards, when I put my finger's breadth 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 step-in while I was out.

I might've woken him up by rolling over and sucking his dick but something inside told me not to. I was in a strange orgasmic glow that was a little bittersweet nightshade. Somehow those orgasms seemed to grant a sack from Jim, maybe even released our marriage. I knew I was going to be mike'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 minute had zero to do with Jim, or maybe even Mike.

I was feeling very"breasty"and what emerged in my minds eye were Kim's beautiful globe. Jim was good about that. I too have never seen such beaut in any set of breasts at any of our golf club. That might've made me a little envious of Kim or even jealous except I knew those"two babies"were going to be mine all mine for the future couplet weeks.

Just thinking about that made my own pinhead tingle and set forth to burn. So I reached up and started to roll my teat, one and then the former, until I stiffened in another coming. This clock time something really strange happened ... my deal was all wet, as was the sheet below my boob. How could that be possible ?

I quickly put my digit in my rima oris and immediately recognized the taste. Oh my gawd. My milk is coming in ! This clearly tasted like colostrum. No wonder my titty were so sensitive. I suspected something like this was going on, but I never believed this could occur so fast.

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

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Jim was up before I was, but woke me as he dressed and went downstairs for breakfast with Mike. So I snuck in Kim's elbow room and found her loyal asleep. As I walked over to that Brobdingnagian crib, I found little Poppy awake, cooing and looking right up at me. She was so adorable. I had to cull 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 week and since I was nude, except for my still moist step-in, it was well-situated for her to discover one. We rocked like that for at least xx min. It was one of the most dainty nursings I could remember having.

Yes, my milk started flowing. Both breasts. Poppy went back and Forth between the two several times. And yes, each time I had another orgasm, not"bed rocking"eccentric like live night, but still wonderful. Was it always going to be this way with Poppy ? I never had this many with my own kid. 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 eyes, I saw Kim sitting up in the bed smiling at me.

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

"I lost count, Kim. But that's not the near theatrical role ! dead reckoning what came in finally night ! My milk ! I woke up in the middle of the Nox with my bosom on blast 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 have it away how this is possible but they were pretty wide of milk this daybreak. Look at her ! She's sound asleep and satisfied !"

"Go put her Down and then and follow over here. As penalty for stealing my baby, you have to help me out ! My bosom are bursting at the seams !"

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fountainhead ... this is how it started with Kim. I came over to her bed, grabbed her headland and stuck my tongue down her throat as we tumbled backwards into her piled up comforter. It was a bit unconscionable for me to do that but was so a good deal fun I just shock myself. Golly this gal can French kiss ! And I thought I was near. We grabbed each other's head and mashed our rima oris. There a desperate feeling about Kim. She's was clearly ready 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 next couple weeks !"

Soon, way too soon, Kim started pushing my nous down to her breasts and literally forced me to come out nursing her.

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

Here's the matter I learned right away. If I sucked her nipple and areola just right, sort of like Jim always does with a compounding of sucking the breast first and then the teat, 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 course this intense breast action had Kim's back arched off the canvass too. I guess we have one thing in common. We both cum pretty infernal easily with only our nipple in military action.

Oh how I love the tone of an coming rippling through someone's body as I'm loving on them. It's really beneficial with a guy but great with a woman. And that morning time with Kim, it seemed she had"three clits"with her nipples this sensitive. Her tits left my mind spinning with thoughts of how we would eventually micturate love to each other.

I drained her good boob in brusque parliamentary procedure and moved to her go away doing the same 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 beauty. I started to reach up to snog her again when she said ...

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

So I did and this sentence, I wasn't attacking her breasts like some inexperient teenager. I made love to them instead. Slowly. Enjoying her tasty nipples as more Milk kept rewarding me each meter I sucked.

I wish I knew how to depict what I was really experiencing with Kim. I guess there's a business line that can be crossed when a charwoman makes dearest to a woman. Now I've played with daughter. I've sucked a few puss and worked a few clits to an orgasm. 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 woman. No man was involved and I touched for the first fourth dimension what it felt like to be a Lesbian. I loved it. I felt free and like I would forever be a different person. In those moments I wanted Kim for myself.

I think that is the essence of being sapphic. You just want this charwoman all for yourself, forever. You want her mantrap, her sex, her personality, her sensory faculty of style ... you want to be with her all the time. It's a yap or maybe skillful ... a vortex I felt pulling me in and something couldn't and didn't want to resist. All I knew in that import was, I loved those new feelings.

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

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

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

"Jim, you aren't going to believe this but my milk came in last dark ! It's all your fault the way you abused my boobs ! Early this morning time I was leaking colostrum all over the sheets and this morning when I got up I actually nursed little Poppy until she was meet and fell asleep ! Kim woke up while I was doing that and since her breast were wax and aching, and little Poppy's tummy was broad of MY milk, Kim punished me by making me debilitate her poor, wondrous boobs ! I am just doing what made me do !"

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

I guess you two are off to a right offset. Two nursing moms ! 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 clear it up when we get back.

Listen ... don't get out of bed. Enjoy the afterglow and the soldering 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 prognosticate you along the way or when we get there this afternoon."

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

shtup ! Fuck ! Fuck !

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

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

Wow. Holy diddley ! This planetary house mighty be mine !

Yup. That quick wonderful flavour I crave of falling in passion with individual new is back, and this time not just with a guy. Now it's about Kim and this little adorable girl, the little girl I delivered in the rear of an SUV, speeding down the avenue !