Chapter 1 - Letting Go
"Wake up, Sweetie."
I blinked into consciousness and looked up at Denise, who was kneeling on the bed and looming over me, her breasts barely constrained by the diaphanous nightie that she was wearing. Her nipples clearly showed through, and it was obvious that they were leaking milk and that the front fastener was heavily stressed. One hand slid across my belly, captured and pulled my cock to an upright position and started to stroke it to readiness.
"Here, take this," she said pressing something into my hand and then waving a can of Red Bull in front of my face.
"What? What is it?"
"Viagra and Red Bull."
"Bloody hell, Denise! I've already got a stiffy, you trying to kill me?"
"I know you are going home to her today, so I'm going to have everything I can get out of you. When you leave me, I want to be delirious and unable to walk, do you understand?"
I looked at the two pills she'd pushed into my palm and remembered the one time, early on in our relationship when she'd insisted I tried one. That had led to some seriously excessive shagging, and we were fitter and better tuned to each other's bodies now. Two tablets would, if it didn't kill one or both of us, probably have me going home still nursing a hard-on.
"What am I going to do tomorrow when I wake up, horny, leaking and alone?" she continued, trying her hardest to sound pathetic and deserted.
She pushed my hand to my face, and reluctantly I swallowed the tablets and then accepted the can of energy drink. This was not my normal milky breakfast, but I was never able to resist Denise.
"Come on," she said, settling back against the bedhead and releasing the clasp of her nighty. Her massive breasts, released from their confinement sagged heavily downward and Denise lifted one up, offering it and its long, thick nipple, already dripping milk, towards me. “Here, shift around and let me nurse you nicely.”
As she leaned back against the bedhead, she straightened her legs and patted her thighs. I noticed she was wearing lacy black panties, and as I moved to rest my head in her lap, I rubbed my lips across them, inhaled deeply and placed a kiss on the lace, before turning over, resting my head and lifting her boob to my waiting lips.
"Hmmm, yes, I want lots and lots of licking, but first you come and have a nice booby breakfast whilst we wait for that lot to kick in, then I'm going to give you such a sucking. If this is to be my last working wood for a while, I'm going to make sure I start the day with some high protein oral intake." She sighed and squeezed my cock. "It's not fair, you know? Your Rose coming back after six weeks, not and expecting you to be there," she said, petulantly as she fished the other boob out of her nightie, pressed finger and thumb either side of the nipple and then watched it drip onto my forehead.
I lifted the one I was suckling from my mouth.
"Stop wasting it, I'll get there as soon as I can. Anyway, Denise, love, you know she always intended to. We know she was only going to go and have breast implants and then stay the first six weeks with her sister whilst she recovered."
"Yes, and now she thinks she can come back, and her big tits'll sweep you away. I bet they won't be as big as mine or have milk."
"That they won't," I agreed and settled back to suckling gently.
Denise squeezed my cock and carried on wanking me firmly, but steadily but the milk flowed into my mouth and as I firmed up she relaxed. She took a long deep sigh.
"I can't help being jealous, you know? These six weeks have been like a heavenly marriage. Just the two of us, no bloody kids. I used to hate sleepless nights, now I love them."
"So, it's different waking up and feeding me?" I asked, pausing again.
"Yes, of course. With you, I wake up, give you a feed and then get an orgasm or three. It is a bit different to feeding and then getting a shitty nappy. And besides, look at the size of my boobs now? You're always hungry and they are massive. I've never had them so big. Now Jim's fucked off Interstate with the kids I've decided not to fight for them. He wants them, he can have them."
"Very motherly."
"I never was, Sweetie. I had motherhood thrust upon me, it wasn't something I set out to get. You don't mock Rose for not wanting any. Now are we going to chat all morning, or are you going to finish off? Or have you gone off my milk now?"
"No, never," I replied and sucked her nipple enthusiastically back into my mouth.
Denise started a 'humph' but it turned to a sigh as the milk resumed its flow.
We lay in silence for about half an hour then, as I suckled my fill from her boobs and we both just relaxed, cogitated on our own musings and my erection grew harder and more solid in her hand.
I was looking forward to seeing Rose again, and I was more than eager to see what she looked like with her new, enhanced tits. In the six months before she'd finally elected to have them done and found a clinic she liked, our sex life had settled back to a comfortable normality. I might have imagined after Pet's visit that it would be wonderful sex daily, but she soon returned to complaining that any enthusiastic or deep penetration just hurt, and although she enjoyed oral sex, the penetrative part just died a death again.
I wasn't too bothered. I had my nightly 'gym' sessions, when we both knew I was visiting Denise whilst pretending to go to the gym on the way home from work, and when Rose took up paper card making as a hobby with a woman at work, her frequent weekends away to workshops gave me long sessions with Denise. Everybody had seemed happy, until now.
"Okay, had enough?" asked Denise, sitting back and pulling her breast from my lips.
"I am going to miss this you know," I said sadly, "but it won't be forever, just until she goes back to work, then we'll go back to normal."
"Perhaps I don't want the old normal," she replied, rounding up her boobs and corralling them with the nightie.
I sat up and got to my knees, looking at her, acutely conscious of how very, very hard my cock was.
"Come here, Sweetie, let me take some pressure off before you sort me out properly."
"Don't I always?" I asked as I moved to kneel over her thighs and rest my hands on the material covering her boobs. I remembered the first times we'd had sex, how marvellous I'd thought it was, and how she'd taunted me by asking me to make love again, and this time 'do me properly'.
Her hands closed around my cock, and she stroked it firmly as she opened wide and sucked me into her mouth. As her lips sealed around my shaft, she sucked hard and her hands squeezed me tightly. Just as I thought something was going to burst, she released me and pulled her head back, to watch my cock bounce and twitch in front of her.
"Wank it, cum in my face, face-fuck me, make me have it."
"No, my love. I've never abused you and I won't start now. I understand you are feeling that I'm deserting you, but you've always been adamant this was an affair and just sex and told me off for starting to fall in love with you. I want you very much, and my god that Viagra was a stupid idea, I'm starting to feel like I'm going to explode."
"Good," she said, smiling lasciviously, and taking a firm grip of my cock again. "Let's see how long you can keep it up, but first, breakfast!"
Quickly she leant forward and sucked me back into her mouth whilst her hard started wanking my shaft quickly. From the first time. Denise had always had the magic touch, the perfect grip, hold and pace to make me cum as quickly and whenever she wanted. Now was no exception and as her other hand cradled my balls, I knew I was not going to refuse her.
"Oh, Denise, you wonderful, glorious, beautiful woman, oh my god, I'm going to cum, fuck, I'm cumming."
Her eyes looked up at me, but she never flinched despite feeling my balls move in her hand and my pulse, giving her an instant of warning before I came, flooding her mouth and making her swallow rapidly.
It was like a kick deep within me and I felt my body unload the morning load into her willing mouth. Finally, my cock stopped pulsing, but I knew there would be no softening. Not this morning.
"Mmm, lovely," she said, grinning widely, "now, get on top and suck my pussy whilst I work you up another load."
As I moved to one side, she moved down the bed, slipped off her panties and spread her legs widely, before laying flat, holding out her arm and opening her mouth. I looked at her and tried not to giggle.
"Come on, pussy sucking and mouth fucking. I don't know what you are laughing at," Denise said indignantly.
"You, my love. Horny and lusty, I'm used to. They are part of your charm, but this, this morning, just seems desperate. And it's not necessary. Don't worry, I'm going to make you cum, now settle back against those pillows and let me do my work, you don't have to get me hard, in fact, I think that's the last thing I need now, just relax and enjoy our loving making, okay?"
Denise looked at me and I could see real sadness in her eyes. For all her bluster and determined independence, I had known from the very first time that she had breastfed me, that there was something more than just normal love between us, a deeper connection. We denied it, we hid it behind passionate, rampant lovemaking, but it was there and these six weeks we had just spent living together, sleeping every night curled in each other's arms as we slept the sleep of the truly sated and exhausted, had reinforced that bond. And now I was threatening to break it, to abandon her and go back to my wife. No wonder she was desperate and conflicted. So was I. Deep inside me was a long-term love for Rose, a sense of commitment and a base desire to see her new tits, but also I wanted to be disappointed when I saw her, wanted her to reject me and to be free of the relationship, the marriage. Suddenly, at that moment, it became clear to me, the thing that I'd been trying to deny ever since the night I first gave Denise a lift home and accepted her invitation to go in. I wanted Denise more than I wanted Rose. Not only physically, but on every level. And I was horny, so very horny.
I climbed off the bed, walked slowly down to the foot and stood there. Denise propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me, still lying there with her legs apart. I took my rigid cock in my hand and stroked it slowly, pushing the foreskin up so it bunched up over the glans, then pulling it back until the bell-end was purple, taut and rigid. Satisfied that I was truly hard and that it wasn't going away, I bent forward, gripped her ankles, pulled her towards me and then knelt down at the foot of the bed and lifted her legs over my shoulders. My finger stroked down the insides of her thighs, making her shiver with anticipation before I trailed them up the line of her slit, felt her wetness and then parted her vulva. I dipped my fingers between her labia, stroked her pink softness and then lifted them, wet and glistening to my mouth where I sucked them with obvious relish.
"My god, you are delicious," I said, then stroked deep again, toying with the entrance to her vagina, offering to plunge my fingers into her and then withdrawing them to stroke up and down between her wet folds. Slowly, I lowered my head, breathed into her pussy and then inhaled deeply, feeling my own body shiver with anticipation and barely controlled lust. "I want you, Denise," I said softly, then licked slowly up the full length of her, my tongue twisting and probing as it went before I surrounded and tugged at her labia with my lips.
"Oh, FUCK!" gasped Denise and her fingers knotted in my hair, pressing my face to her.
Straining my neck muscles against her push, I lifted my face from her and then licked around her clitoris, saw it emerge proudly from its hood and greeted it eagerly, sucking it as wantonly as she had sucked my penis.
"Fuck, oh fuck, get on with it," she cried.
But I was determined to torment her now, drive her mad with as much desire as I knew I was. Lust and pent-up emotions boiled inside me and I could feel my heartbeat throbbing in my cock, chemically aroused, yet I fought against them, pushed them down, pressurised them into a container, waiting until she was really ready.
I kissed her clitoris, oh, so very gently, just brushing my lips against it. I could feel her straining, trying to thrust up at me against my weight on her legs which bent her over and pressed her down. Denise's body was trembling now, shuddering with desire and an urge to fuck, and as my lips caressed and my tongue toyed with her clitoris, I slipped a single, thin finger into her. Pushed as deep as a finger would go and felt her muscles contract, trying to squeeze something so insignificant.
"Please, please," she groaned, "please."
My cock throbbed, and I could feel the pressure in my head, the veins in my cock and in my neck standing out as the pressure built within me. I wanted her, I wanted her so much, as much as she wanted me, all of her, now, this instant, now, in every way, with everything I had got.
