Unexpected Swap Leads To Lifetime Sharing

My wife and I had been married for two years at the time this took place. She was twenty-three and I was twenty-six. Her DD-cup breasts had always drawn attention and I always got turned on when she wore clothes that showed them off.

I remember one time before we were married, Julie was seventeen and I was twenty. We were at a wedding and Julie was wearing a silk dress with no bra and the dress showed quite a lot of the tops of her breasts and her cleavage. Every time I danced with her I had a hard cock that she pressed against. In the end, she suggested that we leave before the end of the evening as we were both so turned on. 

As soon as we got in the car, in the car park, we were kissing and I was playing with her breasts. I love playing with them, having been allowed to do it since the day after we first met. After a while, we knew we needed to go somewhere we could have sex. We talked about whether to go and park somewhere deserted, as we sometimes did, or whether to go back to her mum's house and wait for her mum to go upstairs for her bath, as we usually did when I was at her house. 

We decided to prolong the anticipation, and also be more comfortable, so I started driving to her home. For the first time ever, Julie had her breasts out as we drove along and she also got my cock out and stroked it as I drove.

Our Wet-Nurse

Mark and Donna returned home to their large downtown apartment and looked into the nursery to check on their six-month-old daughter Cindy. She was sleeping peacefully. In the rocking chair next to the baby's bed, their nanny and wet-nurse Devi was knitting by the dim light of a lamp. Devi looked up and smiled that the young couple.

They closed the nursery door and walked back to their bedroom. They talked about how lucky they were to have found Devi just after Cindy was born. It was as if it was meant to be. Devi needed a place to stay and they had extra room. They needed a nanny for Cindy as Donna would have to go back to her lucrative job shortly after giving birth. And to top it all off, as sad as Cindy was to not be able to breastfeed her baby, Devi was a wet-nurse! And she had worked for Mark's sister a year ago and had other excellent references.

As they got ready for bed, still a little tipsy from the wine they had with dinner the couple counted their blessings. They had a healthy baby cared for by a wonderful live-in nanny who genuinely seemed to care about her. She lived in the nursery and was as quiet as a church mouse. They could easily afford her fee and she didn't disrupt their little family's routines at all. In fact, she was becoming a part of the family.

The Reluctant Lactating Wife

 "Honey, we honestly can't keep doing this anymore."

It was a Monday morning once again in the McCarthy household. John McCarthy was a stockbroker in his mid 30s. With close to a decade of experience in his field, coupled with stellar degrees from one of the top colleges in the country, he was a very successful individual in his profession. Like many successful men, he was also very dominant in his personal relationships, especially with regards to his wife. But therein also lied his uniqueness among other successful men. While his kind usually enjoyed a wide spectrum of female company both emotionally and physically, Mr. McCarthy had only ever been with one woman in his entire life.

They had met each other in middle school. John had asked her out towards the end, and they had been together all the way through high school and college. Shortly after securing a steady job, he had put his name on her, and thus his high school sweetheart had become his Emily McCarthy at the age of 23.