1. I Am Not A Shark, But An Orca!


    Date: 11/27/2016, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Lactation, Romance, Author: DunafromSOL, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    husband changed the diaper of his sister. My pussy was hot and juicy for my husband. I wanted to reward him for adoring our kids and loving me. I was in a little euphoria from the lactation; I enjoyed breastfeeding my children. We were alone in the living room, after children were placed in nursery, when I became very serious. I was very honest to myself as I was a slut in my earlier life a little remnant from my earlier life still remained. I had never told him nor would I be able too. However this meant I was willing to be a slut again for my husband, but only for him and I had to work my way round to that point of view somehow that evening. “Ralph, honey, can you imagine how much I love you?” I began. “I can see it and I love you just as much,” he replied. I kindly said, “I know, honey, you love me, but you have absolutely no idea about my love for you.” Ralph was embarrassed, remaining silent. “I want an honest answer from you,” I continued. He asked me in confusion, “What?” He did not understand at this point, but I was straight and I asked him, “I am curious about your most secret sexual fantasy and if it’s not too extreme I would be happy to grant it.” Ralph was very embarrassed and remaining silent again “Honey, let me give you an examples. I’ll not grant cannibalism, shitting: nor do I want another woman in our marriage bed, only you and me in the sex, but what you request I’ll try to grant you,” I said. Ralph looked at me and I knew he would tell me what his most ...
    secret sexual fantasy was. He finally said, “I’m afraid you’ll say my fantasy is disgusting, but it’s only you and me together having sex. It’s neither cannibalism nor shitting.” I was turned on and my pussy dripped. “Honey, please tell me, please don’t be afraid of anything,” I begged. He did not hesitate more, “All right, I’ll tell you, but you wanted it.” I encouraged him, “Please, don’t be afraid to tell me.” Ralph first looked into my eyes and then focused on my breasts while he spoke, “You know I prefer milk to beer.” I understood him at once and I knew I could grant him his fantasy. “Yes…I could…” I whispered. He carried on his confession, “I dream about such a world, where a woman feeds her lover or husband so much milk that he does not have to eat other food...” I became totally flushed. I enveloped my dear husband in my pheromone cloud and I followed him happily. “…Only her milk,” I finished his sentence. I was so enthusiastic to grant his fantasy, “Honey, you’ll get my milk as long as you live on the Earth. You don’t have to dream about such a thing and about another world where you could get the milk of your woman, because you’ll have my milk until your death!” “Don’t you think my sexual fantasy is disgusting?” he questioned. I reassured Ralph, “Honey it would be disgusting if I did not grant this request for you! Honey, when I begin to wean our son you’ll get more and more my milk from me. Now we start with a little, but within half a year you’ll get all my milk.” ...
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