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On the day Darren was to arrive home, he let me know he’d made dinner reservations for three at his favorite restaurant. It was a fancy place, one I couldn’t afford to frequent even when I had a job.
No longer feeling the need to be modest, I chose a black dress with a plunging neckline. To say my cleavage was ample would have been a huge understatement. Once I’d gotten ready, I waited until I heard Darren’s car out front. After giving him a chance to get his bags and head down to his apartment, I decided to make my own entrance. He and Carter were in the living room, animatedly chatting when I opened the door. Both men immediately fell silent, their stares sweeping over me before returning to my tits.
“Gale!” Darren’s face lit up as he rushed to embrace me. “My God, I’ve missed you! And you look gorgeous!”
Flashing him a grin, I whispered, “I’ve missed you, too.” Then, I cupped a hand against the back of his head, guiding his mouth to mine. He let out a moan when our tongues met between our lips.
Breaking the kiss, I looked over at Carter. He wore that same affectionate smile I’d grown to love even as his gaze lingered on the swell of my breasts. He’d borrowed a suit coat from Darren, and I thought they both looked absolutely gorgeous.
By that point, night had fallen outside. Darren asked if we were ready to head to the restaurant, but I didn’t have a chance to answer before he cupped my breasts in his hands. “Has Carter nursed recently?”
“He did,” I replied, my breathing quickening, “not long before you got home.” With a playful wink at Carter, I added, “And he had his fill of milk, so I’ll be fine for a few hours.”
Carter followed us to the restaurant in his own car, as he planned to leave for his house directly from there. I felt an ache in my chest at the thought of saying goodbye to him; already, I considered the man a dear friend.
The meal was delicious, and our conversation flowed effortlessly in the warm atmosphere of the restaurant. The place was pricey but not stiflingly formal. Over dinner, Darren told us that his troublesome coworker had quickly grown exasperated by the mess he and Darren had been tasked with sorting out. “Based on his lackluster performance, I feel more confident about getting the promotion.”
Covering his hand with my own, I said, “It’s you who deserves it. You work so hard.”
Darren lifted my hand to his lips for a kiss. As Carter watched us with a tender smile, I realized he seemed far different than the man I’d met two weeks ago. His grief no longer appeared to weigh upon him so heavily.
After we finished dinner, Darren helped me with my coat, then slipped an arm around my waist. I nestled against him as the three of us left the restaurant and walked toward Carter’s vehicle. Somehow, I kept a steady smile on my face while Carter and Darren exchanged fond goodbyes, but when Carter turned toward me, my façade slipped a little. Opening my arms, I invited him into an embrace.
Beneath the parking lot light, we held each other. “Thank you so much, Gale,” he whispered.
I kissed his cheek before bringing my lips to his ear. “Whenever you need to feel the closeness we’ve shared, I’ll be here. Always.”
I heard him draw in a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his voice was thick with unshed tears. “I can’t tell you how much that means to me, sweetheart. Or how much you mean to me.”
Smiling through my own tears, I finally let him go. Darren and I wished him a safe trip home, both of us falling silent as he drove away. Once his car was out of sight, Darren turned and brushed a stray tear from my cheek. “You okay, baby?”
“Much better than okay,” I quickly assured him. “I’m so happy you’re home!”
I could easily discern how much those words delighted him. He led me to his car, opening the passenger door so I could climb inside. After settling into the driver’s seat, he turned on the heat to chase away the night’s chill. I expected him to start driving back to our apartment building, but he instead remained motionless. The vehicle’s dark interior couldn’t conceal his sly grin.
“What is it?” I asked in confusion.
Darren’s stare dropped to my breasts, and I gasped when he extended his hand to give my left tit a squeeze. “Let me see those beauties.”
His request made me giggle nervously. “Darren, we can’t! Not here.”
“There’s no one around,” he insisted.
A quick look at our immediate surroundings let me know he was right. The parking lot light’s illumination didn’t quite reach his car, so we were hidden in heavy shadow. Still, I hesitated.
“Please,” Darren begged. “It’s been weeks, Gale. I can’t wait a minute longer!” As if to emphasize his abject need, he began stroking himself through his pants.
With a dramatic sigh, I opened my coat, telling myself if someone suddenly appeared, I could quickly pull it closed and cover my breasts. It felt wicked, but also undeniably exciting, to free my tits from the dress I wore. Of course, its low neckline made the task almost effortless.
The sound of Darren’s groan, so full of lust, made me wet. Again, I giggled when he reached for my left nipple. It immediately hardened beneath his touch, and the feel of him taking it between his fingers had me moaning as well.
“You need it, too, don’t you?” he demanded. A firm pinch from him summoned forth a milky pearl, which he leaned to lick up.
“We should wait till we’re home,” I protested weakly.
Though Darren had to twist his body at an awkward angle, he managed to draw my nipple between his lips. Looking down, I watched him eagerly suckle. It wasn’t long before he was rewarded with a mouthful of milk.
I hoped that would be enough to satisfy him until we reached his apartment. Lifting his head, Darren gave me a hard kiss. “Let me suck your gorgeous tits,” he said in a guttural voice. “I’m so hungry, baby!”
Darren wasn’t the only one with pentup desire after two weeks apart. My breasts actually ached in response to his plea, and I worried I’d soon start leaking all over the place.
Releasing a growl of frustration, I wriggled out of my coat, my breasts bouncing with my frenzied movements. Against my better judgment, I scrambled into Darren’s lap. He hurried to put the seat back, giving us more room. Again, I looked around but saw no one approaching. “If we get caught—”
“We won’t,” he promised. “I parked this far from the restaurant entrance for a reason.”
Feigning indignation, I cried, “You had this planned all along!”
Darren did a great job of pretending to look sheepish. “Not exactly. But I knew I might not be able to control myself once we were alone.”
I had to laugh even as I rolled my eyes. “You are so full of it!” When he opened his mouth to reply, I gathered up my right tit and pushed my nipple between his lips.
After Carter’s gentler nursing, Darren’s was so eager as to be almost painful. But I craved that insistent pull of his mouth. The sounds emerging from his throat were blatantly ual, and while working my pussy against his groin, I could easily feel how hard he was.
Now that my dress had ridden up almost to my hips, Darren seized the opportunity to slide his palms along my thighhigh stockings. The hint of his teeth at my sensitive nipple made me arch my back, as if to force more of my tit into his mouth.
I soon forgot all about the risk of being caught. When my left breast began leaking fat drops of milk, I took it in my hands, bringing the nipple to my own lips in order to suckle. A burst of mildly sweet liquid coated my tongue.
It became too much, with both of us greedily sucking my tits, and Darren’s fingers massaging my clit through my panties. Releasing my breast, I grabbed Darren’s hair and roughly pulled his head back. “Take out your cock.”
Now it was his turn to look shocked. “What?”
“You heard me!”
It required a bit of maneuvering, with me lifting myself off his lap, but he finally freed his cock from his pants. Reaching between us, I pulled the damp crotch of my skimpy panties to the side, then positioned myself right above his tip. As I sank down upon him, his groan was so loud that I was sure it could be heard outside the car. The weeks of separation had only heightened our need, stripping us of all selfcontrol. I couldn’t stop myself from Darren like a wild creature.
“Ah, Christ!” He looked from my face to my tits, which were now both leaking milk. The moment he succeeded in latching on to my left nipple, I rode him at a fervent pace while gripping the headrest of his seat. God, I’d missed this!
Making no attempt to suppress my wails, I came fiercely around his cock. My entire body shuddered; it felt as if multiple orgasms had descended upon me simultaneously.
Darren’s muffled cries grew increasingly desperate, but I refused to show him mercy. My wet pussy was relentless in gliding along his length. Finally, he let my nipple escape his lips to pant, “I’m almost there!”
His urgent tone did nothing to dissuade me. At the precipice of another climax, I was determined to surrender to its throes.
“Baby, wait, you’re gonna make me come!” Darren sucked in a breath through gritted teeth. “Gale, I’m too close!”
The powerful spasms of my second orgasm robbed him of restraint. My muscles were still contracting around his dick when he erupted inside me.
It was foolish, even reckless, but oh, I needed his cum! Those spurts served to prolong my bliss, and once he’d emptied his balls inside my needy pussy, I remained on his lap, violently trembling.
Still hard and buried deep within my cunt, Darren resumed nursing. I was flushed and sweating, trying to recover, but his suckling sent continual aftershocks rippling through my core.
It was only when the sound of boisterous laughter carried to us from the restaurant’s entrance that I eased off of Darren. His dick slipped free of me, just as my tit popped free of his mouth. Back in the passenger seat, I kept an eye on the small group slowly heading in our direction as I pulled my coat over my bare tits. Meanwhile, Darren hurried to put away his cock.
During the drive home, I could feel his semen oozing out of my wellfucked pussy. After he slowed to a stop for a red light, I reached for his hand and whispered, “Now you know just how much I’ve missed you.”
Weeks went by, and Darren and I effortlessly returned to the routine we’d followed before his trip. He ended up getting that promotion, which prompted his colleague to resign in protest. As a result, Darren’s work environment was far less stressful, even with the added responsibility of his new position.
He and I spent Christmas together. Like me, he wasn’t at all close to his family, so neither of us had plans to travel over the holidays. For Darren’s gift, I made a leather bracelet, its centerpiece featuring a bright red carnelian stone wrapped in fine silver. I also bought lingerie with crotchless panties and an underbust corset so that my breasts were on full display.
Opening the gift box which held the bracelet I’d made, Darren grew quiet for a long moment, clearly overcome by emotion. “This is beautiful, Gale, and I will always cherish it. Thank you so much, baby.”
From that point on, he wore the bracelet almost constantly.
For my gift, he’d chosen an eighteenkarat gold necklace with a diamond pendant in the shape of a teardrop. My eyes widened when I saw it. “Oh my God, Darren, this is too much!”
“Nonsense,” he said with a smile. “I hope you like it.”
“I love it! Thank you!”
I hurried to put on the necklace, which looked gorgeous dangling between my full breasts. And then I put on the lingerie. It served as very pretty wrapping for Darren’s favorite gift: me.
I was thrilled when Carter visited us over the holidays. I’d made him a bracelet similar to Darren’s, but with a blue agate stone, and Carter gave me a stunning sculpture of a woman cradling a man in a tender embrace. I blinked back tears while regarding it, for it perfectly encapsulated the intimacy of the relationship I had with both Darren and Carter. “Carter, this is absolutely beautiful!”
He smiled, his fingertips grazing the soft leather of the bracelet I’d given him. “I’m so glad you like it, Gale.”
After we’d finished exchanging gifts, Darren suggested that Carter and I go up to my apartment so he could nurse. I appreciated Darren willingly granting us privacy, and once Carter and I were settled on my couch, I readily offered him my breast.
He hungrily suckled, and while I held him to me, his mouth coaxed forth plenty of milk. Before we moved so he could nurse from my other tit, he smiled up at me and whispered, “I’ve missed this, Gale. And I’ve missed you.”
As we entered a new year, my feelings for Darren only continued to deepen. During the holidays, I’d begun selling some of my handmade jewelry online, and I’d been thrilled at how popular the pieces proved to be with customers. Though Darren still insisted on paying for everything, I was happy for the little bit of extra income my shop generated, for I wanted to help out financially.
It was at the end of January that I received a text from a friend: Hey Gale, if you’re still looking for a job, my company is hiring! This position would be perfect for you.
Clicking on the link she’d sent, I read over the job description. My friend was right; it was perfect for me. After replying to thank her and suggest that we meet for coffee soon, I opened my laptop and read over my resume. My skillset definitely met the criteria the company had listed for the position.
When Darren came up to my apartment that evening, I invited him to sit with me on the couch so we could discuss it. Though my enthusiasm grew as I told him I had an excellent chance of being hired, his expression appeared more and more crestfallen. Finally, I frowned at him in concern. “What’s wrong?”
Darren looked at me for a long moment, and I could tell he was choosing his words carefully. “Gale,” he said in a quiet voice, “I thought you were happy in this relationship with me.”
“I am happy!” I said, reaching for his hand. “But this is a great opportunity for me, Darren. After all, I can’t expect you to keep paying for everything, including my student loans.”
“You can,” he insisted in that same gentle tone. “Why do you think I was so determined to get that promotion at work? Now, I make enough to easily support us both.”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Giving him a reassuring smile, I said, “Nothing has to change. It’s just that I’ll be at work during the day, at the same time you are.”
He shook his head, seemingly distraught. “Baby, don’t you see? If you work a fulltime job, we risk your milk drying up. You certainly can’t pump while you’re at the office. If we go nearly twelve hours between feedings, your milk supply could significantly decrease. And you’ll be tired, maybe even exhausted, after working all day. The last thing you’ll want to do is wake up so I can nurse at night.”
There was a pleading note to Darren’s words that tugged at me, begging that I reconsider. I knew he was right when he said I might not be able to nurse if I took this job, and while his worry fueled my own, it also ignited another fear within me, one far deeper and as of yet unspoken.
Looking down at our hands clasped together, I dared to voice it now. “If I were to stop nursing you, would you even want to be in a relationship with me?” My body tensed, as if preparing for a blow. Though part of me dreaded his response, I knew I needed to hear it.
Darren slipped his arms around me, and I readily nestled into his embrace. “Gale, of course I would! I’m not going to lie and say I wouldn’t miss this part of our relationship, because I would miss it terribly. Not only the nursing itself, but the incredible closeness, the bond, we share. I’ve never had that with anyone else, and I don’t think you have, either.” He stroked my hair as he went on. “But I’m willing to let it go, if that’s what you want. If that’s what it takes for us to be together. Because I love you.”
Pressing my face against Darren’s shirt, I breathed in his scent while trying not to cry. When I finally lifted my head, I saw that his eyes were filled with tears as well. “I love you, too,” I whispered. “But I need some time to think this over.”
“I understand.” After planting a gentle kiss on my mouth, Darren stood and went to the door. The smile he gave me upon leaving was both tender and sad. I had to force a smile in return.
For hours that evening, I sat in the silence of my living room and considered the future not only for me, but for my relationship with Darren. I tried to imagine us as a far more traditional couple, working office jobs and striving to maintain the intimacy we’d shared all these months. Would we be able to?
As I pondered all this, occasionally rising to pace back and forth across the room, I ignored the fullness in my breasts. My body wasn’t accustomed to going this long without nursing or pumping, but even when the ache grew increasingly uncomfortable, I didn’t bother with the breast pump. Instead, I asked myself if I would really be satisfied in a typical office job. After what I’d experienced with both Darren and Carter, could I simply set aside this need within me?
The idea of my milk supply steadily decreasing until it dried up altogether made me ache inside. That fierce pang was akin to grief, washing over me in waves. How could any job possibly give me the same fulfillment that nursing my lover did?
By the time I started down the steps toward Darren’s apartment, it was well after midnight. I wore a nightshirt far too lightweight for wintertime, but I knew his bed would be plenty warm. He’d left the door unlocked, and as I made my way to his bedroom, my full breasts began leaking until my shirt was damp with milk.
Before lifting the covers and sliding beneath them, I took off the shirt. Hearing my movements, Darren turned in the bed to face me. Neither of us spoke as I joined him, for no words were necessary. I needed only to weave my fingers through his hair and guide him to my breast.
EPILOGUE
Six months later, on a languid summer afternoon, I lay nestled between Darren and Carter. The bedroom, like the rest of the apartment Darren and I now shared, was spacious and recently renovated. Although the duplex building where we used to reside held fond memories for us both, we were eager to live together.
My engagement ring glinted in the sunlight streaming through the window as I reached for my lover. Darren spooned me from behind, his cock claiming my pussy with a deeply satisfying rhythm. Meanwhile, his hand worked between my thighs, rubbing my clit. Turning my head toward him, I craved a kiss, which he readily gave. His mouth tasted sweet, for he’d nursed at my tit before we began making love.
Carter lay on his side before me. While stroking his hard cock, he suckled my breast, his moans almost constant. I couldn’t help but grin, seeing the way he fed with such blatant enthusiasm. Back in the spring, he’d started dating a woman around his age. While she didn’t share his nursing kink, she did accept it, and once she’d met me and Darren, she was comfortable in suggesting that Carter occasionally join us for a nursing session. I sensed that Carter had already grown to love her, and he was grateful she invited him to indulge his fetish with me.
“That’s it, sweetheart, get your fill!” I now urged Carter in a lustfilled voice. His mouth grew forceful at my tit, prompting me to moan from the pleasure his suckling gave. Darren teased my clit, circling his fingertip around it until I begged for more. “I’m so close, Darren, please!”
Carter broke his firm latch on my breast long enough to squeeze my nipple. A spray of milk landed on his extended tongue, making him grin. When our eyes met, he resumed stroking his dick, for he knew how much I loved watching him masturbate.
Darren finally ended my torment by furiously rubbing my clit. I came hard around his cock, my orgasm so intense that milk gushed from both my nipples. Carter hurried to lap it up from my skin.
“Oh, my God!” Closing my eyes, I surrendered to his mouth, and to Darren’s cock. Soon, Darren was me hard enough to make my tits bounce, but Carter still managed to draw my nipple between his lips.
“Save some of that milk for me,” Darren murmured to him. “We might just have to suck her tits dry.” His words made me start quaking from sheer need. “Oh, you love the thought of that, don’t you, Gale?” I heard the grin in his voice.
“Yes! Harder, harder!” I cried to both of them. Darren proceeded to pound my pussy, while Carter’s suckling delivered a mixture of intense pleasure and pain to my breast. He was usually careful, even gentle, but now, my nipple grew more elongated in his mouth as he stroked his cock in time to Darren’s frenzied thrusts.
It was impossible for me to withstand the sight of his masturbating, and the feel of Darren’s merciless dick. My senses reeled, as though intoxicated. I loved the heat of their bodies against mine, along with the obscene sound of Darren my sopping wet pussy. Carter noisily suckled, ratcheting up my arousal until my muscles suddenly pulled taut.
“Fuck!” I managed to squeal just before the contractions made my eyes roll and my pussy greedily milk Darren’s cock.
“Gonna come!” Carter rasped.
Even as my body seized, I choked out, “I want it all over me!” My filthy request made both Darren and Carter gasp, but Carter was quick to give me what I craved. His groans filled my ears while spurts of hot semen struck my belly and mound. I smiled when he set about nursing from my breast yet again, as if he couldn’t possibly get enough.
Darren’s rhythm grew wilder while he sought his own release. Though I was exhausted and covered in sweat, I succumbed to another climax as he fucked my pussy to the point of tenderness. My spasms brought him right to the edge and then over it. With a sound like a growl, he pulled out and added his cum to Carter’s. Both men watched, transfixed, as I gathered up their seed and licked it from my fingertips.
Our breathing had only just returned to normal when Darren set about wiping me clean. The three of us became drowsy in the warm room, still basking in postorgasmic relaxation. As I leaned against the pillow Darren placed between my back and the bed’s headboard, he and Carter settled on either side of me. My nipples remained hard and swollen, their normal pink shade having deepened almost to crimson.
I knew it was far from a conventional romance that I had with Darren, just as it was an unorthodox friendship I shared with Carter. But as they now lay in my arms, contentedly feeding from my breasts, I realized I’d never been happier.
Throughout the changing seasons and the passing years, I would offer a ready supply of milk, satisfying my own undeniable need while doing so. And in my role as wife and friend, I would continue nursing these men, both of whom I cherished. Both of whom I loved.
