A Sexy Lactating Housewife And Some Ugly Low Class Men

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First Trip to The Adult Theater

 It had been a lovely evening, my wife Ava and I had drinks in a cosy pub in town, and we were walking our way back home. After 15 minutes, I noticed a bright pink sign in the distance, on the left of the street we were walking on.

"Look at that!" I said to my wife as soon as we get close to it.

"Aren't you a little bit curious to see what it's like?" I asked Ava, as we were standing in front of the adult cinema.

"Not really no. It's a cinema that shows porn, so guys come here to jerk off. I think that's pretty straightforward..." she replied, rolling her eyes.

"What if I told you it turns me on to think of us going in there?" I said.

"What doesn't?" she quipped, "you're turned on all the time".

"Please, I just want to try! We can go in and if you're too uncomfortable, we'll get out."

Home from the War

Martha could not contain herself. As soon as she saw the taxi heading down the long gravel driveway she squealed and burst from the front door to meet the taxi in front of the white farmhouse. Her husband, Bill Johansson smiled from the porch as Martha quickly hugged their daughter-in-law, Ellen, and immediately took their 4-month-old grandson, Billy from her arms. Martha beamed at Bill as she headed back up the sidewalk toward the porch. "Go get Ellen's bag and pay the man, Bill."

"Yes, dear." As Bill walked past Ellen on the sidewalk, he gave her a big bear hug. "Hello, sweetheart. You look great!" Ellen was also of Scandinavian decent. She had blond hair cut in the fashion of the day and big blue eyes. She was wearing a dress that ended below the knees.

"Thanks, Dad. I've been working hard to lose my baby weight. I'm almost down to my pre-pregnancy weight."

"Well," said Bill smiling and admiring her young curvy figure, "that's not what I meant, but good for you, doll. Your figure looks great, too." He wasn't kidding. She looked great.

Priyamani The Seductress

 I am a 60-year-old man who has been married for over 35 years to my lovely wife, who is 5 years younger than me. We have four children, three sons and a daughter. All of our children are married, and we have several grandchildren now. I retired from the civil service after serving for over 30 years. I am a shy and reserved person in my friend's circle and often prefer solitude over the company of others. My strange history urged me to get on the internet and better understand and appreciate it. Until then, I shunned computers and preferred to work the old-fashioned way. Surprised to learn about this, I thought of penning my story for the benefit of readers.

I come from a small village in South India. We are from a backward, oppressed caste. Even today, in our village, we still have to endure a lot of insults. We live in a city now, and also, because of my status and power, a lot of the discrimination has waned away.

The story starts in the late 1960s, when I was perhaps 7 years old. I was an only child and lived with my mother and father on a small farm on the outskirts of our village. My mother was perhaps 26 years old at the time, and my father was quite older than her, at perhaps 41 years old. My mother was a beautiful woman with a fair complexion. I saw her mostly in a tanned state because of her constant work in the field, though. Her name was Priyamani, but everyone knew her by the shortened version of her name--Mani. It may be interesting to note that she had a striking resemblance to the actress Priyamani from South India. My mother, who was a Brahmin, was raped by a lower caste man, for which her family ostracized her. When I was 6 years old, she married my father, even though he was a man of low caste. We are from Andhra Pradesh state, near the border of Tamil Nadu, but now live in one of the big coastal cities of Andhra.

Wife and the Jat

 For those who don't know, Jat is an agricultural community of Indo-Aryan origin mostly found in Haryana and many members are spread of north western Indian provinces like Uttar Pradesh, Punjab and also in parts of Pakistan. The Jats are known for their tall figures, healthy and stout bodies and they exercise much political influence in Indian politics.

Ram Swarup Singh, the important character of this story is a Jat and will be referred to as "the Jat" in later part of the story. He was 38 years old, his height 6'2", had the muscular body of an athelete. He was originally born and raised in Haryana but for job he had been staying in Hyderabad since last few years.

Ram Swarup was unmarried but not a virgin. At 38 years of age he had laid about seven girls and eleven women. His sexual prowess and desire for female flesh were almost a legend in the known circles. Many female partners who had been to bed with him admired his exceptionally long and thick meat though a few others were also afraid of his mammoth tool. He missed no opportunity to seduce girls and women whose body caught his eyes. But he was never known to have taken undue advantage of his bed partners. Ram Swarup was not the central character of this story, it is the gravitational pulls of life that brought him at the center of this story.

Giving Him What He Wants

My wife and I have been married for over 3 years and have 1 child. I am 28 and my wife is 5 years younger to me. Ever since our marriage, I had noticed that she was frigid in bed and didn't reciprocate in bed; mostly she let me have my way with her but never initiated sex with me.

My wife is a very attractive woman; she is fair and stands around 5' 3" with a slender body. She has an amazing figure even after delivering a child; although her breasts are a tad big for her frame. She is a highly desirable woman but somehow that never translated into excitement in the bedroom. I thought, maybe she was interested in other young men, so I started leaving her alone with other men on some pretext or another but nothing ever happened. I could see the men's lust filled eyes pop out but that had no effect on her.

Then one day, something happened accidentally. It was six months after she gave birth to our first son. We were visiting our relatives on the occasion of a wedding. They had made sleeping arrangements in a public hall but my wife wasn't comfortable and hence the other side (her close friend was a relative from the other side) offered us a small room at the far corner of the hall. The only catch was that her friend's parents would be sharing the room with us. It was a small room perhaps 7x8 with a door at one end of the room. At night, everyone was tired with the festivities and we heard people snoring hard in the main hall as we walked towards the room and were so relieved that the room was empty and we didn't have to tolerate the snoring people. She admonished me as I made an attempt to make love to her that night; after a few repeated attempts she pushed my hand away and went to the restroom. After coming back from the restroom, she slept on the other side of our baby instead of sleeping right next to me. It was a clear indication that she was not in the mood.

How to manage my sex affair with hubby's 65 year old uncle?

I am a 28 year old married lady. After 8 months of our marriage, my husband lost his job due to the sudden fire in his business place. Since he was not a permanent worker it was not possible to take any legal action and we were in a real hard times in our life. Finally, we decided to move to the house of a husband’s uncle who is having a freight forwarding company. 

He is a widowed person and very kind hearted person. He has a one married son and now they are living in Australia. So he welcomed us and even gave my husband a job. 

Within two - three weeks, he became a close friend and treated me like a daughter. Unfortunately my husband had a heart attack and was admitted to hospital. This uncle supported to me a lot. His behaviour was very lovable and sometimes he kissed my forehead like a daughter. One day, I had severe headache and I was feeling giddy. As there was no one at home,, I couldn’t take any medicine. When Uncle came home he scolded me for not calling him and he took me to a Doctor. When we came back, I actually fainted and I didn’t know what happened. 

Her Beautiful Leaking Little Tits

Finally laying eyes upon a friend's lactating breasts.

Breastfeeding. Tis a wonderful thing.

Now as a man, I realise that saying such a thing might see me mistaken for a perve and a creep. Hell, it's pretty hard for a guy to espouse any praise for the natural act of a woman feeding an infant by the boob, as the natural assumption is that most guys can't separate their base sexual feelings from an appreciation of what is, very much, a natural and beautiful act.

Not that I'm saying I'm not a perve and a creep. I am those things, very much so.

I can't help it. I've been a fan of the boob for as far back as my muzzy memory stretches. I love boobs. I'm a boob man. A tit fan. And frankly, though I'm not at all proud to declare it, I'll default to stealing a glimpse of some boob even if there does happen to be a baby hanging off the end of it.

I know. I'm terrible. I'm ascribing a sexual objectivity to what is, first and foremost, an organ designed for and devoted to the rearing of young ones. I ought to be ashamed of myself – and I am, quite genuinely.

Condo Wife and Lactation Prostitute 2

I induce lactation so I can sell my breast milk and become a whore for the men in my condo.

I kept taking the medication and using the pump as my milk came in more and more over the next two weeks. I was finally ready to begin producing milk for sale, and to accept clients for those special services. During that two weeks, I still went to see the brothers twice a day, and they both fucked me each time. Jason would join us when he could. I was getting addicted to taking those big cocks, and having my breasts sucked when I was producing milk added an unbelievably erotic element to it. And I also found that since I had begun lactating, my 34DD breasts had grown to full 34Fs.
About one week after beginning to collect milk for sale, the brothers wanted to introduce me to my first lactophile customer. They said that his name is Leonard, and he was a fifty-five-year-old, senior executive at a big bank, and lived in one of the pent houses in the condo towers. He also has a peculiar lactation role play fetish. He likes to fantasize that he's the principal at a parochial middle-school, and that the woman he's suckling is a seventh-grade girl who had been sent to his office for discipline, and he would use my real name.

Lactating MILF Impregnated by Her Coworkers

I go on a week-long work assignment with two coworkers, and they suck my lactating tits and fuck me.

For as long as I can remember I have been unconventional. My name is Jackie, and even as a little girl I always dressed and sometimes behaved the way boys do. I liked the more-masculine things like sports, computers and cars. I usually wore jeans and baseball caps, and my two older brothers always included me in their activities, at least when we were younger.
Growing up, people always said that I was a very cute girl, with my dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes. But it wasn’t until I turned sixteen years old, during the summer before my junior year of high school, that I really matured. I'm petite at five feet and four inches tall and weighed only one hundred and ten pounds at that time. My girlfriends teased me and said that half of my weight was in my breasts and ass. I had 34DD-cup, melon tits that looked huge on my little body, and my ass was full and shapely, as it still is.
It felt strange when boys that I had grown up with, and who always treated me like one of the guys, suddenly started paying a new kind of attention to me. I have an outgoing, flirty personality and exhibit a kind of self-assurance and naughtiness that they found attractive. A lot of people told me I looked and acted a lot like the frank and brash comedienne and actress Chelsea Handler, especially when we were out drinking.

Finding Dates for My Wife Pt. 01

Husband sets his wife up on dates with other men.

Chapter 1 – How it Began (Paul)

Lisa, my wife, is getting dressed for a date night. We have been very happily married 12 years. We are both 34 years old, with me being a couple of months older. Luck was on my side when I chose to attend the same university as Lisa. We came from opposite ends of the country. I am from California and Lisa is from Georgia. We both grew up living near the beach and laugh when we tell friends we are both from the beach it just happens our beaches were on different oceans. After we got married we moved to Lisa's hometown to settle down and begin our lives together.

Lisa is a woman who takes care of herself. She is petite, standing only 5 feet 2 inches tall and tipping the scales at 102. She is a brunette with her hair cut short to expose her lower ear lobes and cover her neck in the back. Her eyes are beautiful emerald green. When she walks past a group of men heads always turn. I love standing back and watching when this happens. She enjoys acting as if she doesn't notice the attention. If one of the guys should whistle or say something she will glance back at them and give them her million dollar sexy smile then keep walking.

Mother's Milk Ch. 01

Good things come to those who wait. That's what my mother always used to say to me and often I would wonder when these good things were finally going to happen to me. My mum was poor and I grew up without a lot of things, one of those being a good father. Mum left him when I was only four so I never really knew him, but from the things I was told about him when I was older, I got the impression I was better off not knowing him. Mum did a pretty good job bringing me up on her own. Even though we were poor, I had a happy childhood.

When I hit my teenage years I became a bit unruly, going out a lot to parties and dating young. That's when I really could have done with a father figure to have some rules set in place, some guidelines. My mum did her best, but she had to work nights just to keep food on our plates and pay the rent. The one thing my mother would always tell me, well nag me would be closer to the truth, was to tell her when I wanted to start having sex so that she could make sure I was on the pill. The last thing my mum wanted was to see me get pregnant young. Of course I told her I wasn't interested in sex yet, I was only fifteen and not ready yet. I guess I was lucky to have such an understanding mother. She never once said to me don't have sex or don't drink alcohol. It was always, don't have sex unless you are on the pill and you use a condom. Don't drink too much because you don't want a hangover for school and don't get in a car if the driver has been drinking. Mum was a realist, she knew teenagers had sex and drank and she knew there was no way of stopping her kid from doing it, all she wanted to do was to make sure I was safe.

Why is it every generation doesn't listen to their parents even when they make sense? I'd like to be able to say I didn't know what I was doing or it was date-rape or I didn't know any better or some other excuse but the truth is I went out to a party with a group of friends and I got drunk. I somehow forgot all the good advice my mother had given me and I got carried away and I ended up fucking this cute guy that I fancied and was hoping he was going to ask me out. He turned out to be a total jerk and was just looking for an easy lay. I was so stupid. This little voice (my mother's voice) in the back of my head was telling me to stop or at least make him wear a rubber, but I ignored it.

Open Marriage

It was during my first or second year at the university in the English Department when I met and became friends with Jim, who was also a new instructor. He taught economics, and his department was in the same building on the same floor as the English Department. Jim was 6' 2" and slender with black, curly hair. His wife, Pam, was about 5' 2" with short, light brown hair. She seemed to have a nice figure, with B-cup breasts, but dressed mostly to conceal it. Both were average in looks. We had similar political views; Jim and I wrote poetry and admired Thoreau. We were all in our mid-twenties.

We occasionally dined at each other's homes. Jim liked my wife Jean a lot. It was clear to me that he admired her voluptuous figure. At a petite 5' 1", she was round, firm and fully packed with shapely legs displayed in miniskirts and short dresses, large D cup breasts, a plump jutting ass and a pretty face with short, blonde hair. I had encouraged her to show her assets. I am 5' 8" with light brown hair and about 160 lbs. Pam and Jean were friendly but not friends.

Jim and I would meet at a café occasionally for conversation. One day, he brought up the subject of sex.

"How do you get Jean in the mood for sex? Pam finds that smoking a joint relaxes her and heightens her pleasure."

I was startled by these intimate details confided to me but felt compelled to share a few details with him.

Jen's Birthday Pt. 03

Jen texted Jill the day after Jen and Jack had spent that incredible night with Jeff and Jill. 

"We had such a good time the other night! Can hardly wait to see you both again. xoxoxox" 

A few moments later Jen had Jill's response. 

"Us too. We have hardly stopped talking about it. Let's get together again soon. xxxxx" 

Unfortunately arranging a get together again proved difficult with work and family commitments. Nearly two months went by and despite several attempts to arrange another tryst with Jeff and Jill they had not managed to make it happen. Jen was again becoming frustrated. Her sex drive was greater than she had ever experienced. Even though she and Jack made love several times a week she found that her clit was tingly and ached for attention nearly all the time and particularly when she let her mind wander to Jeff and Jill. The fact that she rarely found time to masturbate added to her frustration. 

Jen typically worked until 3 o'clock and then picked up the girls from school and brought them to some after school activity or another, but on this particular Friday the girls had gone over their friend's house for a playdate and she did not have to pick them up until 5:30. So Jen found herself sitting alone in her kitchen at 3:15 sipping a cup of tea. She wished Jack could have managed to get out of work early so he could fuck her, but he was not likely to get home before 5 at the earliest she figured. That would not provide them enough time to have sex before she had to go get the girls she calculated. She needed a good hard fuck she thought, or at least someone to lick her clit with wild abandoned. 

She let her mind linger on that possibility for a few seconds. Yes, a good pussy licking is what she needed she mused, as she squirmed a little in her chair. She considered who she wanted to lick her. First, she thought of Jack, but her mind traveled quickly to Jill. Oh how amazing it would be if Jill were here right now she thought. She'd probably kiss me and rub her gorgeous soft tits against me. And then she would ravage me with her tongue and make me cum over and over again in her mouth Jen fantasized. Jen decided to go upstairs and masturbate. I have plenty of time for that she thought. 

Swapping Wives and Fucking Teens at the Beach Cottage

Carolina Beach, North Carolina is a small town and a beautiful place for our retirement. We’re only twelve miles south of Wilmington if we want to take advantage of the amenities and health services of a larger city. My name is Dan, and my wife Jenny and I were recently able to retire after working our whole lives in Wilmington and raising our daughter Ashley there.
We bought our modest, one-bedroom, beachfront cottage on Carolina Beach when I had just turned thirty, at a time before the prices had escalated so much. Over the years we added two more bedrooms, another bathroom, and a large, ocean-view veranda across the front of the cottage, with a hot tub and partially enclosed outdoor shower. Sitting out in the hot tub now, at the age of sixty-two, I have wonderful memories of the times we spent at the cottage when we were using it just as a vacation home. We still enjoy our friends here occasionally. This story will give you a good understanding of just how special my memories are.
Jenny and I both grew up in Wilmington and graduated from high school in the early 1970s. I didn’t meet her until college, though, since I am two years older than her, and we went to different high schools. I met Jenny right after I completed my master’s program in pharmacology, and she was graduating college with her bachelor’s degree in nursing. I worked as a pharmacist for many years, until 1987, when I got a research job with a growing pharmaceutical company, and Jenny was a registered nurse.
Jenny and I dated for a year and were married in 1977. We lived in an apartment in Wilmington until our daughter, Ashley, was born two years later. By then, we had saved up enough with our two incomes to buy our first home in Wilmington. From the time we started dating, we socialized a lot with another couple who were about our ages, and it was a kind of unusual situation.
Kevin, the husband, is one year younger than me, and he had dated Jenny when he was a senior in high school, and she was a junior. Kevin’s wife, Kate, is Jenny’s age and they were best friends in high school, which is how we all got together. Kate knew Kevin from when Jenny was dating him, and after Jenny went away to college, they got together. I found out later, just how well they knew one another.

Laurie's Milk Ch. 04

Laurie fidgeted in her seat, pulling at the sugar packet between her fingers. She was sitting at an outside table at her favourite café waiting for Danny. Angus slept in his pram next to the table, while an empty coffee cup sat between her elbows. 

"Where is that girl?" she thought. 

"Laurie!" called a voice from behind. 

Laurie turned to see Danny waving as she walked up the sidewalk towards her. She was dressed for the warm spring weather they were experiencing in an off the shoulder maxi dress and sandals. She walked up to Laurie and hugged her where she sat, before dropping herself into the seat opposite her. 

She looked into Angus's sleeping form in the pram and smiled, making cooing noises and wiggling his tiny toes, before returning her attention to her friend. 

"Sorry I'm late. Work is a bit mental," Danny said. "One of my bartenders quit on me this morning. The prick demanded to work nothing but night shifts, so I've spent my morning scrambling to redo the roster while everybody bitches and moans about who gets preferential treatment and all that bullshit. That's exactly what I want to hear when I have to go in on my day off to fix shit so the place doesn't fall down around them all. It's exhausting." She exhaled, and picked up the menu. "So what looks good?" 

She perused the menu a while before the waiter came to take their order, Danny getting a Chicken Cesar Salad while Laurie ordered more coffee. The waiter left and Danny looked at Laurie curiously. 

"Don't you have to watch your caffeine while you're breastfeeding?" she asked. 

indian couples enjoy

One night, Zoya and Rehaan were sitting in the living room and relaxing after dinner. Zoya was wearing just a panty and a long night shirt without a bra whereas Rehaan was in his boxer shorts and bare chested.

“Hey Rehaan,” She said, reading the local paper. “Listen to this. They are looking for people to join a massage class. They teach the “art of sensual massage”. Do you want to try it?”

“I suppose so. How much is it?” Rehaan asked.

“It’s 200 bucks per person and its here. Just in the neighborhood. They start tomorrow night. I’m going to call them. Shall I?” Rehaan nodded.

She called them and they said it was a small group. The idea was to have someone teach them how to give sensuous massages. They were both intrigued and figured that they could learn some techniques. They had a good sex life but what was the harm in trying to give it some extra zing?

The day came and Rehaan got home from work a little early so they could eat and be ready on time. Since massage was on the agenda, Zoya put on a loose T shirt and a pair of jeans. She deliberately did not wear the bra. Rehaan too was similarly attired. They walked over to the apartment building address that they gave Zoya. It was on the second floor of an old brownstone building and quite stylish. They rang the doorbell of the apartment and stood back, wondering if this was going to be worth it.

Impregnated by the Black Mountain Man

The floods in Colorado in the fall of 2013 caused devastating losses thought to exceed two billion dollars. It rained for several days and the water accumulated in the mountain foothills and eventually came roaring out of the valleys and canyons in historically-destructive swollen creeks and streams. Roads were completely washed away in many places and the landscape was changed by the sand, rocks and debris that were moved by the flood waters. My husband and I live in one of those valleys, but were spared the worst of the flood.

We live in a modern, log home built in an isolated canyon. Our property is about one hundred yards from the nearest creek, and at an elevation of fifty feet above the normal high-water level. We had no close neighbors and were pretty much self-sufficient with a well-stocked food cellar, plenty of firewood and an emergency diesel generator for power. We also have well water and satellite service for television and internet access. We were well provisioned and comfortable during the emergency, even though all of the access roads out of the canyon were washed away.

My name is Leah, and my husband Ed and I have daughter who was five months old at the time of this story. I was still nursing our daughter, and we were trying to get me pregnant again. Ed was twenty-eight years old and I was twenty-six. He is a mechanical engineer, and was fortunate to be able to convince his employer to allow him to work from home most of time, only having to drive down the mountain to his office two or three days a month.

Delighting With Milk

ANITA

"Wow, you've more admirers today!" Auntie Uma chuckled. 

Completing the usual three rounds of running along the grass track of a local park, huffing and puffing, I stopped in front of the bench where she was seated. Managing a faint smile, I enquired, "Really? Where're they?" 

Starting a day with walking or running in the well-kept, small park brought many from nearby areas. Men and women of different ages gather together in the park for different reasons, some for brisk walks or running, and some for chatting more than walking, some for fitness exercise or yoga or just for fresh air. 

As usual, upon reaching the park, Auntie Uma and I had walked together for two rounds and when she retired on a bench, I started running. We were sort of regulars in the morning and came to the park around 6 a.m. Auntie Uma was my co-tenant; we lived in the same building in separate flats. My flat was in front whereas her flat was at the backside of the building. She was in her early fifties, a tall, slender housewife with two daughters in college and a husband who worked for the railways. 

Throwing myself on the bench, I sat next to her. As she indicated by looking at them, I noticed the group of four men, sitting on a similar bench about fifty feet away on our left. They must be in the age group of 50-60 and all of them were staring at us in unison. None of them bothered to shift their glances even when we turned to look at them. 

I was not stunning or hot and at the age of 29, I was not in my prime but I always drew a second look from both men and women. I had common features, with 5'3" height, fair complexion, and long black hair. Even though I was a mom of an eight month old, I still maintained my figure and looked younger with my unblemished skin, tender face, and curvaceous body and could easily pass for 22-23. 

Milk, Sex, Milk, Milk, Sex

I'm waiting for my wife in the mall, and watching breasts go by. There goes a cheerleader-type babe, now a mature woman whose massive breasts practically say "Ga-BONG, ga-BONG" with each step she takes. I take off my glasses to clean them, but am captivated by the sight of a woman coming this way. Even with my fuzzy vision, my cock is getting chubby from checking out this woman. 

Her big breasts STRAIN against the fabric of her tee. They jostle. But they strain UP against that worn-out cotton fabric. I thank the maker for making women like this, who can make me feel like a stallion just by walking by. 

Those really impressive, really big boobs come close, and then drop down next to me on the bench. I put my glasses on. Whoa. I've been getting a hard-on scoping out . . . my wife. 

It's a good life. 

Lana is wonderful to me, and I try my best for her. Want proof that she's good to me? She agreed to try an Adult Nursing Relationship. 

If you didn't know, that means her breasts give milk. I suckle her. Every chance I get. 

Some years back, she read about it on-line, and found herself getting really interested. And wet between the legs, too. 

Guess how much convincing I took. Hmm, my wife will get firmer, bigger breasts, and I'll spend more time with her. And with them. I had to think about it - for three seconds, perhaps. 

So we started with regular nipple-sucking and herbal supplements. It took diligence, but a month in we'd get some drops. Four months in, she was giving perhaps a cup a day. And yes, I'd get a stiffie, sometimes. But not all the time. It really brought us closer together, made us more loving, more cuddlesome. Our friend Marge said we looked more "couple-y."