Your own wife never did the breastfeeding thing, which was a real bummer for you--not because you don't believe in formula, but because you've always sort of had a kink for it.
You've been pretty good at hiding that since Bettie came back to work, but now here you two are, on the couch of your extended stay hotel, and she needs to pump. Of course you tell her you don't mind if she does it right here. You're not going to stand in the way of her breastfeeding journey! Or miss out on a chance to see those full, plump tits pumped and dripping with...oh god, you're staring. And she's noticed. But does she seem sort of...ok with it? Maybe even into it?
You can't help the growing erection in your pants, and maybe it's the reptilian part of your brain taking over, but you think you'd like if she noticed. Sitting there, milking her tits, staring at the tent in your work trousers, you see something dirty and scheming in her eyes. First, she lets you taste it, from a glass. Then, after calling out your hard cock, she takes the pump away to hand express, "accidentally" spraying you with milk. Oops. She's doing this on purpose, you know it. And you love it. Teasing you with her milky tits. Making you ache for her.
"Maybe I could help you," she offers. "I'd hate to have you distracted for our presentation."
It starts with just some mutual masturbation, her spraying your cock with her milk, letting you stroke with it. Promising each other it won't go further.
Until it does. Until she's on top of you, with her warm, wet tits wrapped around your cock. Until you're exploding your cum across her milky nipples, harder than you ever have before.
