Picking up from fib # 3 ...

After getting the 1000 tour of the rest of their magnificent home plate, including spending nearly an hour outside in their beautiful gardens, we finished sipping our swallow on the border of the pool with our feet dangling in the strong water. I didn't want to leave. But if we were going to spend the Night, we needed to get base and pack for Jim's tripper to N Florida and my halt with Kim. Mike got us out the threshold with the promise of the in force steaks we have ever had if we got back in clock time for dinner. He claimed he had some"Nipponese steaks"that were substantially than any in the entire freaking macrocosm !

"Best in the whole world ? What ... Is Toyota now making steaks ?"I teased Mike. He and Jim just rolled their center and Kim covered her back talk 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 wise ass comments ! This entirely weekend might have turned out so differently if we hadn't been so decompress around them. It felt like we had been friends for years.

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fountainhead ... with the bribe of Toyota steaks, we reluctantly scooted off to our domicile and that gave us some needed metre during the drive 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 thrifty. He's head over hound 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 to you much about how desperately Alex wanted me to leave you and conjoin him. It was at to the lowest degree a fun idea to play with. But microphone has triggered those old feelings, intuitive feeling I thought were gone.

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

I really do desire to have another baby and I'm thinking More and more everything could make for out between the four of us. The idea of actually planning on getting significant with Mike, you know ... deliberately fucking him on the optimal day ... maybe filming it with you and Kim by my slope watching it all, and feeling his come going up in my cervix reaching my egg ... Oh Jim, that gets me really wet ! You know how much I've fantasized about that happening someday. This might be that guy !

Tell me what you are thinking about Kim. Do YOU like HER ? That's the veridical question or is she too psycho for ya ?"

"She is a bit ‘ out there'with those pipe dream. I'm not really sure how I feel about all that yet and considering how a lot you and I have played with the fantasy of having another kid with a new guy, you must recognize, 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 knock her up !

I'm just concerned that we don't know them that well, especially to be thinking those variety of mentation or making these kind of decision. We are talking life 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 excitement of mortal fucking me without a condom so his cum is allowed up my cervix, that never went away.

I didn't just encounter 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 spend a penny me a babe"always got me and him"over the top."The more I used that, the stronger my orgasms 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 sentiment 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 clock time did I deny you an sexual climax until finally I felt you"deserved one ?"I would keep you sooooo long"on the sharpness"by talking about letting some hot guy we might meet knock me up !

Remember how I would always depict that guy as more handsome than you or smarter than you and how I wanted my new infant to have a cock as immense as his and not as flyspeck as yours ?

Remember how I would describe that child 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 studhorse instead of a wimpy guy like you ? And then how we would drag you around clubs while I graded the single guy as possible fathers ?

Remember all that talking ?

You realize I said all those matter because it was the only way I could get you that charged up ? I did it all for you and I took your cuckolding fetish places that weren't always gratifying to me ... but I always envied how erotic you could get.

For example ... You must've realized what I was doing when I started making you go down on my pussycat 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 sop up you off ! I did that because I loved you so much.

Remember the first off time I came home with Krauthead and he fucked me right on the hood of his car, in our private road, 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 intemperately you came after all that ?

By myself, I couldn't get you that hot ! That's why I decided to make you eat foreign cum out of me as often as possible. It was never as hot for me as it was for you. Remember how many times after eating some guy's cum and me stroking your putz, you would groan and rock and bourgeon your cum so hard it would go way over your head and run down the bed headboard ?

Admit it Jim. It isn't"just me fucking someone"that gets to you. It's his cum in my pussy. Cum is n't just some gooie substance to you. It's freaking alive ! 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 up as the time I told you I would be ovulating that coming weekend and was already off the pill ! And how I was going to screw every guy with"eight column inch"or more than at the cabaret and you were going to have to watch me think MY next tike ! I didn't Tell you it wasn't genuine. I needed you to believe I had really stopped taking the anovulant when I fucked those bozo. I wanted to see if you could baffle that line about soul else getting me fraught. You did it with a raging hard on and by doing so you allowed me to consider another man's baby !

Remember how turned on you were watching me roll in the hay ... What was it, four Guy ? Remember how shake you were licking me clean each time afterwards ? Remember how I wouldn't allow you to cum until the end of the weekend ? And how by then your balls were all swollen ... And how hard you cried when I allowed you to finally cum ! Those were charming metre for both of us Jim. The unspoilt times among so many wonderful times ! Thank you for them.

Think of all the worry alteration that came our way after we learned how to ‘ envision something'while edging each early to incredible elevation. Did you even think we could take this peculiar ‘ new infant affair'to the brink 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 gear. You wanting to get meaning 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 balance to all this. Mike may be just a bit more handsome and refined than you but Kim is way more beautiful and talented than me. You are one favorable guy !

She had her dreams for nine months. We had our fancy for a few year. What's the big dispute between an intense ambition or vivid fantasy ? Could you even imagine a skillful distich to do this with ?

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

Can you imagine how much to a greater extent occupy lifespan will be with them and our mutual kidskin 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 love. I'm ready for a new babe !"

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We rode the respite of the way family without speaking practically. I knew I had just stirred up a hale lot in Jim but there was also so practically inside me to mean about.

Like ... Why I"love being in love"so much and why I fall into it so easily. It can create some trouble ... but despite that I resolved I didn't want to live my aliveness any other way. There was no self-will, no household, no car, no holiday, no risky venture, no honour or sense of post or top executive that even comes close in meaning to me than that ardent intoxicating notion of falling in love with mortal new and enjoying their party. Our lifestyle has allowed me to do that many times and from that level of view, I may be the favorable woman in the earthly concern !

Trusting individual, even somebody you love, is an entirely different thing. Trust is not something I fall into. For me ... it has to be earned. And I'm thinking this all thing with Mike and Kim is going to submit some time for trust to come out.

Nevertheless here I am again. Feeling such solid emotions for Mike and almost as a great deal for his incredibly lovely married woman and this new born baby, Poppy. This has never happened before, falling for three people, and a menage no less ! All I know is these feelings are much deeper than common. They are visceral. I feel them in my gut like a oscillation in sync with something on a much grander scale than I can imagine.

Same is confessedly for the sexual face with Mike. It has left me dripping all day long with something serious going on with my chest. They started out feeling on fire in the hospital but now after letting Poppy suck on them and having that sexual climax with her, they are aching. And as I've finished packing my dress to move in with Kim, they seem swollen.

"Jim ... come in here. await at my breasts. Do they look different to you ?"

"Different ? Of course they are. I've always told you your tits 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 gruelling ? I don't think we have time and I'm tellin ya. My cock is still tender from final stage night !"

"No seriously. Come over here and palpate them. Do they seem thicker than usual ? Here. Put your hands underneath and lift them. Now squeeze them lightly ... A small harder. Feel that thick 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 mansion. mike said he was putting the steaks on at 7:30 and not to be late. That leaves us to a lesser extent than 30 instant to get there. I'm packed and already have my bags 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 pinhead !"

"Ash ... What do you anticipate ? You've just gone through probably the most emotionally vivid experiences we've ever had with you delivering that baby, trying to nurse 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 consistence !

Grab your key and I'll sports meeting you down at the elevator car. We got ta go !

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

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

However ... Jim and I have learned one thing over the last few days of our sexual exploit. When we get a certain lineament or loudness in our erotic reply, it is best to intermit and take government note. Something important is always at our doorsill.

That uncovering is one of the coolest aspects in our shared experiences. Great desire, not just the formula erotic initiation, but deep down desire has proved trusty and a upright indicator of something new and worthwhile coming our way. That's exactly how this unit meeting with mike and Kim tone. I don't think Jim and I have ever found a couplet so equally matched to us, and that leaves both of us wondering about the"destiny of our souls."

They really are special citizenry and I might as well tell you, since we met them, I was constantly dripping. I mean, I changed out the sixth pad inside my panties that day and was pretty trusted it would also be soaked soon.

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

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"ejaculate on in you two. microphone is out back and just tell me he put the steaks on when he heard you pull up. Jim, go ahead and take all those suitcase up to your room. Ash, want to help me get the deglutition ready ?"

"Sure do ! Got any Tanquerey ?"

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

"Kim, if it's not red wine-coloured 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 in a whole pitcher of the stuff after a century ride ! Wait ... you said Jim bikes ? Do you mean a wheel ?"

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

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

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

He even pets it every meter he goes by and claims he can hear it whimper if he doesn't contain it out. He's absolutely crazy about cycle. I've tried to do the rides with him. He's even bought me a couple expensive one. It's just not me."

"Energy he ever go on long ride like a century ? A 100 naut mi ? 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 lives that separates us. I just can't do it and I always feel bad not going with him."

"Oh my gawd Ash ! This keeps getting better and better. I have the same trouble with Mike ! His idea of a great day is hunting antiques in olde worlde short storage or estate gross sales or old farm theater. He's got an eye for it. He's a ‘ picker !'Look around the business firm. Nearly everything we once had has been upgraded by an antique.

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

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

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

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

The meal we shared couldn't have been more lovely and romanticistic. Their patio board was as special as their grand piano old business firm. I've never seen a 6 foot cross sectioned slab cut off the trunk of a redwood Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and used for a table top. It was about 4"thick and still had deeply furrowed bark around the sharpness. Set on a compounding real arm pedestal, polished and coated with acrylic paint, it looked spectacular. Mike said, he had counted over 600 halo in that slab.

He is also quite the chef. The grilled Asparagus officinales, zucchini, bell Madagascar pepper were perfectly done, along with barbecued mushrooms and sauce over quinoa, and those"Japanese steaks"... They were definitely the thickset 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 mike and Kim choke on their nutrient.

All I knew was, I've never had a steak that seemed to melt in my rima oris ! I guess I'll just possess to get used to Mike's signified of flair and budget.

I might stimulate added a skillful bottle or two of red vino 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 pitcher of margaritas. All four of us were laughing and teasing each other about our different leaning and we all ended up well lubricated by the time the meal was finished.

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

After setting plans and expected value for the coming weeks of Mike and Jim being away in north FL ... the conversation went directly into sex, along with recounting the night we had just shared, what made us laugh about it, what scared the dirt out of us, and what the import of our merging each former might think.

Eventually we had to discuss the huge"ovalbumin elephant"in the elbow room ... Which was Kim's ambition about"meeting this wonderful twain, falling in love with them, and two years later each of us having a new babe with each other's spouse."As crazy as that sounds, I think Jim and I were starting to share a feel it all might be coming on-key.

The whole conversation shifted with Kim's surprising apology.

"Jim and Ashley ... I am embarrassed and sorry about blurting out my dreams to you last night. I know I'm a little bit booze right now, but looking back to last Nox I think I was a little"sex rummy"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 100 of people on my turn over the last few years and I'm normally very good at reading people and good at tiptoeing around their psychological issues while never imposing on them. net Night I to a greater extent than imposed on both of you and acted like some silly teenaged girl in sexual love. So now I'm asking your forgiveness. You've both have been extraordinarily realize, kind and helpful since we've met you. Honestly ... I don't understand why I haven't scared you off."

I was a bit illogical when Kim said that. I didn't expect nor think an apology was needed, although it was a dainty thing to get wind from this new mother. However it totally sobered up the atmosphere at the table. Fortunately Jim jumped in with Good Book that made me proud of him.

"Kim ... Ashley and I have been in this modus vivendi for various years now and we are quite aware of how conversations and confessions come out while we are erotically charged. Last night was like that for all of us ... but for me it was the most vivid sex I've ever had with anyone in this lifestyle. It certainly matched anything Ash and I have ever shared. I sense those feelings seem mutual at this board ... no apology is certainly needed for that.

As far as your dreams go, I understand why it all came out because we were all high as a kite in sex stopping point night. I don't think you are telling us right now you don't believe them any more. I think the tangible interrogative sentence is if your dreams are truly precognitive or not. I am starting to believe they might be. I've intellection 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 distich in your dreaming, or if the dreams were nothing more than your imaginations during your pregnancy, then don't you think that sometime during last evening and today, something would've ‘ gone south'or at least as you just said, ‘ scared us off'? Instead, the inverse has occurred. We all felt an intense attractiveness to each other and then sharing the nativity of Poppy ... obviously that grew us closer or as Ashley has said, ‘ It screw 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 dawning with your husband. As far as I know, he feels the same way about Ashley.

And the function about having each other's baby ... 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 orgasms when the trigger was not me. Instead it was the intellection of her getting knocked up by another guy cumming interior. Both of us have always wondered why that picky fantasy worked so well and so long. I've rarely heard of it being coarse in the crowd we've played with.

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

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 import seem far and wide to me. But if Ashley's illusion was going to happen with anyone I would desire it to be with you two.

I'm sword lily it's now all out in the open and not some resident agenda you and Mike were hiding from us. I believe satinpod is the foundation to any relationship and especially when we are all about to embark on a journey into intertwined relationship that few people ever think potential let alone set about.

Kim ... I feel like I'm falling in love with you in fashion that are way beyond my ordered psyche. I'm gladiolus Mike and I are leaving for a couple calendar week. That should give us all some time to cool down and see if the feeling we've shared this weekend remain. I think we will all know comfortably what's really real ... when we get back."

By the metre 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 human face and firmly hug her. microphone was holding both my mitt as he had done during Jim's talk and continued through Kim's excited loss. We just sat and watched our partner in awe. It could not have seemed to a greater extent sacred to both of us than if a huge beam of light had come out of the sky and engulf Jim and Kim. None of us spoke for a long piece, not until Kim stopped sobbing and shaking. Jim then spoke a most heavy brainstorm that would end up shaping our mutual relationships for years to fall ...

"If this is going to work between the four us, it will start or end with how it works between Kim and Ashley. I don't sense that mike and I will have as many potential progeny 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-off with you two having other lovers. The doubt is can you both handle the aspects of new babies ? Can you both learn to love each other, be sort to each other and be sympathize with and realize ?

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

We completely swap married woman for 90 days and after that clip we review our family relationship and continue or adjust our arrangement. But when I say swap, I mean really swap. Nothing pretend. I want to log Z's with Kim every night. I want to do to her merely, and her to me, for what we decide is authoritative to us and how we spend our daytime just as if we were married and monogamous.

If we can arrange at to the lowest degree some brusk honeymoon together while dealing with this new baby, all the wagerer and I suggest the same for both of you.

I don't think we should even cerebrate about swapping back until that 90 Clarence Day is over. I suggest we enter this with absolutely no predetermined bound on how far we fall in beloved with each other.

Realistically, it may be hard at metre. We may get opinion of jealousy and even get totally pissed with each former. But hopefully, after all that, we will hold a better idea if this is a mere fancy or something more divinely breathe in and energized.

We need to realise going in to this that it could end up disastrous to both of our man and wife. 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 duo"go our separate agency. legal separation is a realistic outcome we must contemplate.

It's crucial 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 making love with our spouses. Nor am I very afraid this will indeed end our wedding. Ashley and I have had peck of tempting chances to leave our wedlock and might hold if we wanted to. I feel pretty secure in our love and I sense the same is rightful for you two.

microphone ... I guess what I am suggesting is that we take some clip to concentrate on building a life with our new spouse, our second wife, and if that works for both of us, actually works for all four of us, then at the end of 90 days we can be after the next period of time, maybe another 90 daytime 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 got impregnated ner with a new baby, as you will give with Ash. That's red cent heavy for me to think about right now but ... as Ashley has been reminding me ... potentially this mad thing could also be incredibly like an Sion of erotic love.

A year goes by pretty fasting. That's why I believe we need to get right into it for the adjacent 90 twenty-four hour period and see if this can work."

There was really no discussion necessity. We all knew Jim was right. I liked the idea and knew I wanted microphone as a"husband"and not just a lover. 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 honest. It's not like I was done with Jim or wanted to will him ... definitely not that. There was just a yearning for mortal like mike inside me that came bubbling up to the airfoil 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 got made me so green-eyed but there I was holding workforce with the man of my ambition.

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

I ended the evening by standing up from the 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. speech production of which, I can hardly consider she's been so quiet. time to check on her. We're going to bed. See you both in the morning !"

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The moment we closed our bedroom door I jumped in Jim's coat of arms with my legs wrapped around his waist. He grabbed my posterior and walked me over to our beautiful oldtimer bed replete with the obligatory squeaks.

I can't remember the finally time we so passionately lash out each other ! Jim pulled hard on my blouse with both handwriting, ripping it open causing button to fly and releasing the battlefront clutches of my bra. His lip was immediately on my flop white meat licking and sucking my mammilla and then sucking as much of my knocker into his mouth as possible while tonguing my nipple. He's got that proficiency down. No one has ever sucked my tits as well as Jim.

Besides the outrageous mind of Jim leaving me and me leaving him for a"handsome man of style"... what made this fourth dimension even more different was the aching fire in my boobs. It didn't take but a few minutes and I was rocking in an unusually thick climax ! And other than my best-loved blouse being ripped open, we were both still fully clothed !

Jim then moved to my exit chest, before I really wanted him to, and attacked it in a fit of passion. Well that knocker had been aching more than the right field and it took him even lupus erythematosus time to get my back arched as heights as it would go in another shattering long lasting sexual climax ! 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 sleep together Kim aren't ya ?"

Jim didn't answer. He only went back to my redress dope and resolved that smell of"unfinished business enterprise"he had left in it. Just about as quickly, he sent me into my thirdly orgasm as I was arching my back again like a bucking bronco !

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

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

"Don't you fucking stop ! Suck my intact boob longer ... not just my teat ! Everything inside just preserve getting more sensitive !"

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

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

I woke up in the heart of the night. My dress were off. My hair was all wet which must've been from the sweat. We were both under the top and Jim was spooning me while fast gone. I don't think we ever made love. shtup ! Jim had to have been really turned on yet I didn't help 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 feel my burning clit and in only a few strokes I was cumming again. Afterwards, when I put my finger in my mouth like I always do after I masturbate, they didn't smell or sense of taste like ejaculate. Nope. Jim had not gotten into my panties 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 glow that was a picayune Celastrus scandens. Somehow those orgasm seemed to award a release from Jim, maybe even released our marriage. I knew I was going to be mike's"married woman"now for three calendar month and more than that, my gay woman side was surely going to emerge with Kim.

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

I was feeling very"breasty"and what emerged in my idea eye were Kim's beautiful world. Jim was correctly about that. I too have never seen such looker in any set of titty at any of our clubs. That might've made me a little covetous of Kim or even envious except I knew those"two babies"were going to be mine all mine for the succeeding couple week.

Just thinking about that made my own pinhead tingle and start to burn up. So I reached up and started to roll my nipples, one and then the other, until I stiffened in another orgasm. This clip something really foreign happened ... my hand was all wet, as was the rag below my tits. How could that be possible ?

I quickly put my finger's breadth in my mouth and immediately recognized the gustatory modality. Oh my gawd. My milk is coming in ! This clearly tasted like foremilk. No admiration my breasts were so sore. I suspected something like this was going on, but I never believed this could occur so fast.

So there I was a new nursing char with no babe of her own. Oh this is too good to be confessedly ! Now all I could think of was little Poppy and nursing her in the aurora.

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Jim was up before I was, but woke me as he dressed and went downstairs for breakfast with Mike. So I snuck in Kim's room and found her degenerate asleep. As I walked over to that Brobdingnagian crib, I found little Poppy awake, cooing and looking right up at me. She was so lovely. I had to pick her up and then take the air her over to their old cradle. Immediately Poppy was searching for a mamilla just like she had been doing that for weeks 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 least twenty hour. It was one of the most keen breast feeding I could call up having.

Yes, my milk started flowing. Both bosom. Poppy went back and forth between the two several times. And yes, each meter I had another orgasm, not"bed rocking"eccentric like last Night, but still terrific. Was it always going to be this way with Poppy ? I never had this many with my own shaver. If this keeps up, Kim and I will probably fight back 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 thing I've ever witnessed ! How many clip did you cum for goodness sake ?"

"I lost count, Kim. But that's not the dear part ! guesswork what came in last night ! My Milk River ! I woke up in the middle of the nighttime with my breasts on flack and as I was starting to pluck them colostrum started squirting, not oozing, but squirting all over my hand and the sheets. I don't recognise how this is potential but they were pretty broad of milk this morning. Look at her ! She's sound asleep and satisfied !"

"Go put her down feather and then and number over here. As penalisation for stealing my baby, you have to help me out ! My breasts 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 caput and stuck my knife down her throat as we tumbled backwards into her piled up comforter. It was a bit outrageous for me to do that but was so a good deal fun I just take aback myself. Golly this gal can French osculate ! And I thought I was secure. We grabbed each other's brain and mashed our mouths. 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 lingua swirled ...

"We are going to do this a lot these future pair calendar week !"

Soon, way too soon, Kim started pushing my forefront down to her bosom and literally forced me to start nursing her.

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

Here's the affair I learned right away. If I sucked her nipple and areola just right, kind of like Jim always does with a combination of sucking the knocker first and then the nipple, I could get her milk to squeeze out pretty hard and not just filter into my mouth. Once I learned that, I felt like I was milking Kim.

Of trend this intense boob action at law had Kim's back arched off the sail too. I guess we have one thing in common. We both cum pretty curse easily with only our nipples in action.

Oh how I love the feeling of an sexual climax rippling through soul's body as I'm loving on them. It's really good with a guy but great with a woman. And that break of day with Kim, it seemed she had"three clits"with her teat this sensitive. Her mammilla left my judgement spinning with thoughts of how we would eventually defecate love to each other.

I drained her redress breast in light order and moved to her go forth doing the same until it stopped squirting and looked up at Kim. She had the most beautiful radiance about her and it made me realize why Jim was so taken by her sweetheart. I started to accomplish up to kiss her again when she said ...

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

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

I wish I knew how to describe what I was really experiencing with Kim. I guess there's a stock that can be crossed when a woman makes love to a woman. Now I've played with young lady. I've sucked a few twat and worked a few clits to an orgasm. But at a nine that is all playful. It's not existent and I often did it just to get Jim or some husband all jacked up watching me with his married woman.

This was very different. I was really making love ... to a woman. No man was involved and I touched for the first time what it felt like to be a lesbian. I loved it. I felt unfreeze and like I would forever be a unlike soul. In those moments I wanted Kim for myself.

I think that is the essence of being lesbian. You just want this woman all for yourself, forever. You want her peach, her sex, her personality, her good sense of mode ... you want to be with her all the time. It's a mess or maybe in effect ... a vortex I felt pulling me in and something couldn't and didn't want to withstand. All I knew in that second was, I loved those new spirit.

Maybe it was the milk. Maybe nursing Kim triggered a long leave time when I was a baby and I loved nursed my mom. But I now understood why some guys love lactating adult female !

I don't know how long that went on. It was awhile and I only looked up when I heard a cough at the doorway. There looking in, were Jim and microphone with huge 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 live nighttime ! It's all your fault the way you abused my boobs ! Early this morning I was leaking colostrum all over the piece of paper and this morning when I got up I actually nursed piddling 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 tum was entire of MY Milk, Kim punished me by making me drain her poor, wonderful boob ! I am just doing what made me do !"

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

I guess you two are off to a undecomposed offset. Two nursing mama ! How convenient is that going to be !"said my teasing husband.

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

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

screwing ! Fuck ! roll in the hay !

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

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It's just the three of us now. And I'm intellection ... Who needs guy cable anyway when the future few weeks seem so romantic in this gorgeous sign ... the sign of the zodiac that is starting to feel like mine !

Wow. Holy dickhead ! This house mighty be mine !

Yup. That fond wonderful tactile sensation I crave of falling in sexual love with somebody new is back, and this sentence not just with a guy. Now it's about Kim and this little adorable young lady, the minuscule missy I delivered in the dorsum of an SUV, speeding down the avenue !