When Jacob walks in on his wife's new mothers club, he hardly expects her to make him give another woman a breast massage. When she makes him drink her milk, one thing leads to another- and soon enough, all the women want to make their mark. Can he keep it together under the torrent? Warning: this 3300 word erotic short story contains lactation, milking, female domination, and more! More
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Apparently, this was what he’d walked into. He was in a roomful of women discussing their breasts, and he had his wife clinging to his arm like a limpet. There was no way to get out of this one gracefully. Jacob took a deep swallow of his drink, but that wasn’t a distraction for long.
“Taking a bath helps, sometimes,” said Debbie, “when there’s too much. But by the end, it’s a milk bath.”
“Or a husband,” Alice said, sudden and sly, and Jacob nearly choked on his drink. “I’ve got so much milk I don’t know what to do with it all, but Jacob certainly does. I feel like I’m feeding two babies.” She reached up and patted his cheek fondly, and he could feel himself blushing fiery-hot to the tips of his ears.
“Alice!” He yelped, “you can’t just tell people-”
“Oh, honey. You just don’t know about women, do you? I can tell my friends everything.” She tapped an index finger on his lips once, lightly, and smiled. “Everything.”
His blushing got worse. Someone laughed.
“I wish my husband would help me out,” said Sophie, “even just a massage, but he gets so weird about milk. I don’t get it. It’s natural!”
There was a moment when Alice was looking at him, and he could see mischief in her eyes for a split second before she was pushing him forward. “Here, you can borrow mine.”