Ituck little Josiah into his crib and lightly pat his diapered butt like a drum when he stirs and threatens to wake. The heartbeat-like familiarity seems to soothe him, but he’s fighting it.
“Come on now, little man. Mama wants something, and Daddy wants her to have it, so I need you to cooperate and get some shut-eye.”
He lets out a thunderous toot, squeaks as he gives a proud smirk, and then relaxes his face into a sleepy expression and drifts off.
“Atta boy, son.” I chuckle softly and tiptoe out of his room, shutting the door as I leave.
I head down the hallway, to where Cady’s reading in the bath. Being a mom is a lot of hard work, so I make sure I do whatever I can to make it easier. She says she’s more than capable of doing more, but I don’t want her falling back into old ways, so I insist on her taking lots of time to rest and recover and focus on self-care. It’s important for her to get plenty of alone time, so I don’t plan to linger.
“Bubba’s out for the count,” I inform her. “How’s his sexy little mama doing? Having a good break?”
She turns a page and nods, but doesn’t look up.
I smile. “Must be a good book.”
She nods and slips her hand between her legs.
“A really good book.” My smile becomes a grin, and I back away to the door of the bathroom. “When you’re done reading, I left something on the bed you might like to wear. I also left the TV remote control in there, so if you want me to join you, just turn the power off, and I’ll know I’m done watching football.”
She lifts her nose out of her book, and her eyes are sparkling as I leave.
I try to focus on the game, but it ain’t my team, and honestly, I’m too busy straining my ears to hear what Cady’s up too. I turn the sound down a bit more, so I can hear our own sexy little story play out.
The splashes she made getting out of the bath tell me she’s in a hurry.
The speedy footsteps down to the bedroom back that theory up. It’s easy to get a big ego when your woman wants her man like that, but it ain’t my ego I’m stroking.
Her gasp makes my cock harder. She found the jumbo plug I’ve been saving for her, then.
Her subsequent squeaky little grunts make my cock start to weep pre-cum. It wells in the eye of my cockhead, and I smear it over my tip as I imagine her lubing up the plug enough to take it. She’ll have to sit on it to drive herself down with enough force to get it inside, and she’s going to be so beautifully stretched and ready for me.
The moment I hear the breast pumps begin to whir, I have to grip my dick to calm the jerky fucker down.
I didn’t leave those out for her, but I fucking love that she’s thrown them into the mix. She fucking loves her tits sucked. They’re fucking huge now she’s lactating, and I love drinking hermilk fresh from the breast as much as my boy does, but I can’t be doing it from behind her… is that how she wants it tonight?
She kicks them from low sped to high, and I my rub my cock faster to match, edging myself like a fucking martyr, because the TV hasn’t shut off yet.
My sack gets fucking tight, and I stomp my foot and squeeze my abs to keep myself from going over the edge. Come on, Babe. Let me come play.
The little men on the screen have become blurs, but I’m desperate for them to disappear, so I can go and fuck my wife.
The screen suddenly goes blank, and I launch myself off the couch and run down the hall — where I pause before I enter, so I can be calm and smooth for my woman, because she doesn’t need me getting too excited with her.
I give a soft knock at on the door as I step through. “Ready for m—Fuck.”
Her ass is facing the door. She’s on her hands and knees on the bed with her asshole stretched taut around the biggest plug we have. It’s sparkling at me like treasure, while her glistening cunt literally drips honeyed juice down her legs.
Her tits are hanging beneath her, and she has a breast pump dangling from both — each with a nearly full bottle of milk attached. They swing back and forth as she rocks her hips — and she doesn’t stop rocking. I don’t think she can. She’s in some sort of tantric, pre- or post-orgasmic trance.
Her eyes are glazed, her breaths are shallow, and her lips are pressed together in an endless humming moan.
“Oh, Cadence Malone, look at what you’ve done to yourself,” I coo softly as I approach.
Her pussy quivers, and I lean in to lap at her slick mess. I sneak the tip of my tongue inside her and flick it around, teasing a ripple from her depths before I spear my tongue inside her,thrusting as deeply as I can. I swallow down her juices with a moan, and she bucks her hips, trying to fuck my face.
I pull back with a chuckle, and shake my head as I give her a gentle tap on the ass. She whimpers and shifts around on all fours, needing something, but unable to say what.
I duck my head and notice the size of her nipples. The suction of the pumps has made them swollen as fuck, and I can’t see any more milk flowing. “Baby girl, I’m going to get this slutty pumping station closed for the night. If you want ‘em sucked some more, I’m your guy.”
