My name is Thomas, but people call me Tom, and I am the owner of a medium-sized, high-tech company located in the Raleigh-Durham area, in The Research Triangle of North Carolina. I was forty-two years old at the time of this story and happily married, to my wife, Megan, but I also became sexually attracted to Jennifer, my marketing director, who was thirty at the time.

Jennifer, who everyone call Jen, is a lusciously sexy and beautiful woman who I think looks a lot like the sultry, Italian actress, Monica Bellucci, who you may remember as Dr. Lena from the movie, ‘Tears of the Sun’, and many other movies. She’s five feet and seven inches tall and weighed about one hundred and thirty-five pounds before her pregnancy. She has shoulder-length brown hair, brown eyes, a smooth, light-olive complexion, and thick, lush lips. She also has what I guessed to be full and round 34D breasts and a gorgeous, full, and well-shaped ass, reminding me a lot of Kim Kardashian’s ass.

I hired Jen four years earlier, mostly because of her educational background, but also because of the great experience she had with one of my competitors, even for being so young. I was also attracted, innocently at the time, to her beauty and bubbly personality. From the time I started my company I have always been protective of my employees and have strict human resources policies against allowing any of them, and especially the women, to be harassed sexually. I knew that I couldn’t forbid all flirting, but I drew the line if any of the women felt uncomfortable and or pressured by any of the men.

Those policies apply to me as well, and I admired Jen from afar, so to speak, even though we often worked closely together. A lot of the men in the company do flirt with her, and I’m always impressed with the way she so nicely and with a smile, but firmly, dissuades those advances without causing a scene or unnecessarily embarrassing the men. I never tried to make any sexual advances on Jen, at least not until the perfect opportunity arose.

At the time of this story Jen had been postpartum for five months, and she was breastfeeding her daughter. She had gained a little weight, to I’m guessing one hundred and fifty pounds, mostly in her breasts, which looked to have grown to honey-dew-sized 34DDDs, and in her ass. That made her look even more voluptuous to me, and I found myself becoming infatuated with her. Jen was also a little moodier and more sensitive, sometimes seeming sad to me, but I didn’t think it was that serious, and it didn’t affect her work. I just assumed that she might be suffering with a little postpartum depression, and I never tried to question her about it.

My first hint of her potential vulnerability, and an opportunity for me, happened one evening when we were working late on an advertising campaign for a new product. I stopped by her desk and saw from her swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks that she had been crying, and it was hard not to feel compassion for her.

For the first time I got personal with her and said, “My goodness, Jen, you look so unhappy. Did any of the guys say or do anything to upset you?”

She looked at me with that beautiful face and those brown eyes, and answered, “No, Tom, no one has said anything to me, at least no one in the company, and I’m embarrassed now letting you find me like this. I think I’m just a little tired, and I’ll be okay in a few minutes.”

I pressed a little harder, saying, “You can tell me anything, Jen. I’m still suspicious that you could be covering for one of our employees who might have upset you. If so, you have my word that it will be taken care of. What else could have upset you like this?”

Jen started sobbing and said, “No, Tom, all of the men here treat me just fine, even though they’re pretty obvious staring at me most of the time. But I’ve been used to being stared at by boys and men since high school. It’s those closest to us who can hurt us the most, and my husband can be a real asshole.”

I knew that I shouldn’t try to interfere in their marriage, but I had to know more. I had met her husband a few times at our company parties over the years, and I said, “I’ve only met Jeff a few times, but he seemed to be nice enough and very attentive to you at those times.”

It was surprising that Jen was even willing to discuss it further, and she said, “Yeah, well, you haven’t seen him since our daughter was born, and this is all too embarrassing to talk about.”

My mind was racing to find a way to delve deeper, and I finally said, “I think we know each other well enough by now that we’ve developed some mutual trust. You can talk with me about anything, and maybe it will be helpful and give you some relief to get it off your chest.”

There was a long pause, and then she said, “Okay, well, if you must know, among other things, Jeff’s been critical of me for the extra weight I gained from being pregnant. Even though I’ve lost some of it, I still have a way to go to get back to my previous weight. I don’t think it’s fair at all for him to feel that way, and he doesn’t seem to understand that having a child can change a woman’s body. I was just talking with him on the phone, and he reminded me again of my extra weight. The men around here sure don’t seem to have a problem looking at me, though.”

I laughed a little before saying, “Yeah, and you can count me as one of those men. Let me know if what I’m about to say makes you feel uncomfortable, and I’ll stop. You are an amazingly beautiful, voluptuous, and sexy woman, and uh, well, uh, any extra weight seems to be in all the right places to me. Jeff has to be nuts if he can’t see you the same way.”

She smiled for the first time since I had been talking with her and teasingly said, “My goodness, Tom, why don’t you tell me how you really feel. That’s very flattering and nice of you say, but after hearing all of Jeff’s badgering, it’s hard to believe. And what would your wife think if she knew you made a comment like that to me?”

I smiled and replied, “Megan and I have a strong marriage, and I think she’s beautiful too. But she doesn’t need to know everything I’ve got on my mind, and she’s never been jealous of me looking at other beautiful women.”

We finally ended that conversation with her saying, “Whether you’re bullshitting me or not, Tom, you sure know how to make a girl feel better about herself.”

An Emotional Seduction

Even though Jen had never previously shown any signs of being the type of wife who would cheat on her husband, over the next couple of months I went out of my way to be complimentary to her about her work and appearance, in hopes of planting a seed of extramarital desire in her mind. I tried not to be too blatant and make her feel uncomfortable, but I gave her the impression that I was a compassionate friend she could talk to about anything.

I wanted to help her see her husband in a less flattering light but knew from many years working with people that any criticism of him from me would likely backfire. Family can have disputes, but any outside interference is not appreciated. My best approach was to be a good listener and show compassion, while at the same time asking some targeted questions to help her discover for herself how uncaring her husband was being, as compared to me.

Our new marketing campaign was the perfect excuse to spend quality time with Jen and her staff, and I always made sure that I had some alone time her at the end of our meetings, and other times when we could be together without causing suspicion. We often brought in takeout dinners during our evening work sessions, and I even took our entire staff out to dinner.

After almost two months of being extra attentive to Jen, I felt like we were becoming very close, although there weren’t any sexual overtones. I was just someone for her to lean on and confide in when things weren’t going well at home, and I slowly increased the depth of my questions so I could better understand her relationship with Jeff and solidify myself as her caring mentor.

Delving into Her Husband’s Criticism

An example of my approach occurred one day after working late, and Jen was upset again after getting off the phone with Jeff. I asked her why she was upset, and she confided, “It’s not enough that I work long hours here and do my best to keep up with the housework, but now he’s critical that I didn’t have time to fold the laundry last night.”

I asked, “Can’t Jeff help you out around the house? What’s his work life like that he doesn’t have time to help?”

She rolled her eyes and replied, “You’ve got to be kidding me. He’s not even working right now and is a stay-at-home dad. So, he should have plenty of time to help with everything around the home.”

Then I asked one of my questions to get her thinking about his value as a husband. I asked, “Why isn’t he working? I thought you told me before that he’s a brilliant guy with a good education.”

Jen answered, “Yeah, maybe that’s part of the problem. He thinks he’s too brilliant and knows more than everyone else. His know-it-all attitude has made it hard for him to work with, and he hasn’t been able to keep a steady job.”

I zeroed in farther, wanting her to think about why she married him in the first place, and asked, “Was he that way when you met him?”

She replied, “We met in college when I was a senior and he was working on his master’s degree. He wasn’t as pretentious then, and we got along in so many other ways. But his superior attitude showed in his workplaces, and it was only after being terminated from two jobs that he became bitter and more critical of me.”

Then I asked, “Do you think he resents your success? Here you are with a bachelor’s degree and are very well-employed, with even better prospects for the future. And even though he’s smart and has an advanced degree, he can’t seem to get along in the workplace.”

Jen answered, “Yes, now that you mention it, that probably has something to do with it. He resents me, and at the same time thinks he’s above doing the menial tasks at home, that would help me out so much. He may not even realize that because of his lack of success and jealousy, he’s being critical of me in everything I do, maybe to feel like he has at least a little power.”

We were about three months into our unofficial platonic relationship, and I was beginning to look for opportunities to subtly add sexual innuendo into our conversations, without being too blatant. That’s when I found out that she was feeling unusually close and receptive to me too. She shared something very personal with me that is unheard of in most boss-employee relationships, that was made possible because of the way she expresses and stores her breast milk at work each day.

Stepping Over the Line

One afternoon, after we had worked late, Jen was taking her breast milk out of the refrigerator when I walked in. I saw it, and before thinking I blurted out, “Hmm, that looks delicious. I haven’t had any breast milk since my wife stopped breastfeeding our babies, and she used to feed me all the time.”

Jen gave me a funny look and said, “You must be kidding me. My husband wants nothing to do with me breastfeeding or my milk, and even thinks it’s kind of gross being a human cow like that. Tell me the truth, Tom, did you really suckle your wife when she was lactating?”

I could hardly believe that she was willing to talk about it, and I continued, “Hell yeah, and we both loved it. You and Jeff don’t know what you’re missing. It was totally different and arousing for her when I suckled her, as compared to feeding the babies, and it led to a lot of passionate nights for us. And besides all that, I really loved the taste and texture of her milk, and just the thought that I was feeding from and being nourished by her.”

Jen was still interested, and asked, “Are you serious, Tom? Tell me more about your experiences suckling her, so I can see if you’re telling the truth.”

I smiled and answered, “Well, I can’t claim to be an expert or anything, but it always seemed like her milk was thicker and creamier towards the end of feeding from her. That’s why I liked to suckle her soon after she finished feeding the baby. Megan told me that the fat composition gradually increases over the course of a feeding.”

“She called the waterier milk in the beginning foremilk, and the creamy later milk is called hindmilk, and there is a gradual change to creamier milk over the course of a feeding. Her milk production increased right along with the extra demand because I was feeding from her every night at bedtime, after she put the baby down for the night.”

I could tell from the flushed look on Jen’s face that my description of feeding from my wife was turning her one a little, and she said, “Wow, Tom, I can see that you must have been suckling her, and you make it sound so enjoyable to drink breast milk. I can also see that you miss it and am guessing that you’d like a taste of my milk.”

Our conversation was evolving beautifully, and I replied, “Oh my, yes, Jen, I’d love to have a taste of your milk, but I wouldn’t want to take anything away from your baby.”

She laughed and said, “I keep plenty of my breast milk frozen and some stored in the refrigerator at home for Jeff to feed the baby, so you wouldn’t be taking anything away from her. And besides, if I see you take at least a sip of my milk, I’ll know for sure that you’re not bullshitting me about it. I expressed three bottles today, so you’re welcome to try it, if you want to, and I dare you to drink a whole bottle.”

I was almost giddy as I said, “Please, yes, Jen, if you’re sure, and I’ll take that dare.”

Jen handed me one of the bottles, and after opening the cap I breathed in the aroma of her creamy milk, and she smiled as I took the bottle to my lips. I turned it up, and slowly drank her tasty breast milk, stopping periodically to savor it by swishing it around in my mouth before swallowing. It’s hard to describe the look on ’s face as I took swallow after swallow of her precious milk. It was a combination of awe, disbelief, and maybe even a little arousal, as she saw her boss swallowing and savoring her breast milk.

I finally took the empty bottle from my lips, after drinking the full eight ounces, and she said, “Oh my, Tom, that was something, and I had no idea that a man could have such a hunger for my breast milk. I thought you might just take a little taste, but you must have loved it since you drank the whole bottle. Did you really enjoy it that much?”

I licked my lips and answered with a little veiled sexual humor about sucking her breasts. I said, “Thank you so much, Jen. That’s like a dream come true after suckling my wife so many years ago, and your milk is rich, creamy and delicious. The only thing that would make it better would be feeding directly from the source.”

She laughed and said, “Yeah, I bet you would like that. The other men in this office would love that too, although I’m not too sure they’d be as hungry for my milk as you seem to be.”

Drinking her breast milk was a very intimate thing to do, and that helped convince me that both of us were feeling comfortable with each other. I just hoped that was good sign of things to come.

Over the next three weeks I had several other opportunities to drink Jen’s breast milk, and she was becoming even more relaxed about it, and taking joy in watching me consume her nourishment. I was drinking her milk at least three times a week over that period, and I could hardly wait to be with her and drink it when we had the chance.

Seducing Jen on a Business Trip

Three weeks after that first night drinking Jen’s breast milk, I planned a four day and three-night trip to New York to meet with several venture capitalists. I was looking for funding for the start-up of our new, patented product, and I invited Jen to come with me. Much of the presentation to the potential investors would involve our marketing plans to introduce the product, and it was logical to include her. She had pumped and stored over a week’s worth of breast milk for her husband to feed the baby. I got us adjoining rooms in our hotel, just in case I was successful in seducing her.

After a successful first day of meetings, I treated us to diner at a fine restaurant, where I encouraged her to drink wine with me. She was reluctant at first to drink, saying, “I haven’t had anything alcoholic to drink in over a year and a half, since I started trying to get pregnant, and I’m not sure that I should start now. But I used to love having a few drinks.”

I selfishly encouraged her, saying, “I don’t want to press you, Jen, and it’s entirely up to you, but this would be the perfect opportunity for you to taste some wine and booze again. You said that you had plenty of milk stored for the baby, and I remember from when Megan was breastfeeding, that alcohol would easily clear out of her system after a few hours. So, you’ll easily be ready to feed the baby again as soon as we get back home.”

She finally agreed to drink with me. It was fun watching how the alcohol relaxed her, and I was starting to see some of that bubbly personality again that she had lost along the way. She was becoming more animated in our conversations too, sometimes touching my arm to make a point.

Jen was tipsy after dinner when I took her to one of the exclusive, New York night clubs, and let her see me tip the bouncer two hundred dollars to let us in. I was continuing her mental seduction, showing her that I thought enough of her to spend money to make her happy. That provided a contrast to her mundane life at home with Jeff.

I ordered us mixed drinks and told the waiter to keep an eye on us to make sure that we always had full drinks waiting. Jen seemed to enjoy the feeling of being inebriated, but she still showed some resistance to my advances, just asking her to dance with me.

After asking her to dance a fast dance with me, she said, “I don’t know, Tom, that might not look so good having a boss dancing with his employee out of town, alone, in an intimate setting like this. And besides, I haven’t danced in years.”

I responded, ending with more flattery, saying, “Well, it’s not like we’re on a date, and there’s little chance that anyone we know from North Carolina would be here to see us. We’re just two work associates having a little fun after a successful day of meetings. And besides, you look amazing tonight in that black dress, and I’d love to show you off a little. You might not have noticed the way the other men are watching you.”

She reluctantly agreed to dance with me and I, along with most of the other men within sight of her, enjoyed seeing her melon-sized breasts and ass shifting and jiggling under the sheer fabric, even showing her stiff nipples. It didn’t even look like she was wearing a bra, and her breasts were amazingly firm, with only a little natural sag, especially for them being so big and likely milk-swollen

Jen loosened up even more after a few fast dances, with us resting and drinking in between, and she showed no resistance when I took her hand and led her to the floor for a slow dance. I loved holding her in my arms and feeling the heat of her supple flesh, and she showed no resistance as I held her close. I’m six feet and one inch tall, and her breasts were pressed against my chest, just above my stomach.

We moved and swayed to the music, as I gently rubbed her back, and was pleased when she snuggled with me, and even began rubbing my back. There were, fortunately, three slow dances in a row, and by the middle of the third one I was becoming more intimate, resting my head on hers, and smelling her hair, while breathing deeply and exhaling near her ear. Our bodies were intertwined in a most romantic way by the end of the third song.

Her faced appeared to be flushed as we went back to our table to drink more during the next three fast songs, and we talked with her showing no further concerns or resistance about being together in public that way. She was even more inebriated then, and we took to the dance floor again when the next slow song started. In addition to holding each other close, she leaned in to nuzzle her face against my shoulder and neck. That was an obvious sign that she was becoming more than a little attracted to me, and not just as her boss.

I took advantage of her intoxication and our closeness, leaning down to whisper in her ear, saying, “You are so lovely tonight, Jen, and I love holding you in my arms. It just feels so natural and comfortable being with you like this, and I know the other men here are jealous of me being with the most beautiful and luscious woman in the club.”

She moved her head to look up at me, and while staring in each other’s eyes, I instinctively leaned down to kiss her soft, full lips. I was surprised when she didn’t resist or try to pull away, and after gently probing her lips with my tongue, she opened her mouth to me. We kissed passionately, swirling and sucking our tongues. I wanted that kiss to go on forever, afraid that after it ended, she would feel guilty about what we had done, and pull away from me.

We kissed that way, with her being unsteady on her feet as I helped hold her up, swaying and just barely moving to the music, almost to the end of the second slow song. When we broke the kiss, she slightly slurred her words, saying, “Oh my, Tom, I had no idea that you are such a good kisser.”

The she pulled my face back down to hers and we kissed again, until the end of the third song. I exploited her weakened state further and began rubbing the top of her ass as we continued our wet, intimate, and passionate kiss. I couldn’t help myself from getting a hardon being with her that way, and I know she must have felt my cock pressing into her stomach.

Following that second round of slow songs, Jen leaned into me to say, “I’m having a wonderful time, Tom, but we probably should be going now. I’m feeling a lot of pressure and need to express some milk.”

Jen was still very woozy in the cab going back to our hotel, and I said, “You know, Jen, tonight might be a good time for me to taste your milk when it’s warm. It’s such a waste to pump it and then pour it down the drain, when I enjoy it so much.”

She smiled and said, “Yeah, I thought you might have that on your mind. Maybe I can empty the breast pump into a glass, and you can come to the door to get it when it’s full.”

I took a risk then, counting on her being drunk enough to be receptive, and said, “That would be nice, but I’d much rather take it from the source, and avoid any mess.”

She laughed, and I was pleasantly surprised when she said, “Yeah, you mentioned that the first time you drank the bottle at work. You’ve shown me such a good time tonight that I might even consider letting you do that. But you’d need to behave yourself, and not get carried away like you said you and Megan did. Let me think about it.”

We got back to the hotel and I was standing with her at the door to her room, probably looking like a puppy expectantly waiting for a treat, when she said, “Okay, Tom, you can come in with me and we can try it. But if it freaks me out, you’ll have to do as I say and leave. Come on in and take a seat on the couch. Give me a minute to get out of this dress and put on a t-shirt and shorts.”

She changed clothes and sat on my right side on the couch, and she looked fantastic in a tight, midriff t-shirt and a pair of tight, athletic shorts. She said, “We’d better do this before I lose my nerve. Just lean over my lap and I’ll lift one side of my t-shirt.”

I leaned over from the left side, and as she raised the right side of the t-shirt, I was aroused not only by her huge, melon breast, but also her dark-tan, three-inch-wide areola and stiff, thumb-sized nipple. Milk was already leaking from her nipple, and I leaned in to suck it, while also weighing and fondling both breasts in my hands. Her warm milk tasted so sweet, and I began sucking hard.

Jen cradled my head with her right arm as I suckled and swallowed more and more of her milk, and after sucking her for only a few minutes, she began to moan and squirm on the couch. I knew from my experiences those many years ago with Megan, that having me suck her breast was different than the baby, and she was getting turned on. I looked into her eyes as she leaned down and kissed my forehead, and I even thought I smelled her arousal.

I suckled her right breast for what seemed like fifteen minutes, and then got up to switch sides as I leaned over from the right to suck her left breast. She was cradling my head with her left arm that time and rubbing my thigh with her right hand. I thought she might move down to rub my cock too, but even though she was letting me suck her breasts, she wasn’t drunk enough to take that next step.

After I drained her left breast, I leaned up and kissed Jen, pinning her back against the couch, as we had another passionate kiss. I began rubbing her breasts again, before moving my hand down to rub her thigh, and that must have scared her a little.

She broke our kiss and said, “It’s getting late, Tom, and we have another meeting early tomorrow morning. Thanks for helping with my milk. That’s so much more enjoyable than using the pump.”

I was so turned on from being able to see, fondle, and suckle her beautiful, big breasts, that I went back to my room and jerked off, thinking about what we did together.

We didn’t talk much at breakfast in the morning, and things seemed awkward until Jen said, “I guess I shouldn’t have had so much to drink last night, Tom. I enjoyed it, maybe too much, and you kissed me more passionately than Jeff ever has. It felt so wonderful having you feed from my breasts that way too. But I’m also embarrassed and ashamed that we cheated on our spouses that way. What can we tell my husband and your wife about cheating on them the way we did?”

I thought for a few seconds and replied, “That was an amazing night, Jen, and I’m not at all embarrassed or ashamed about it. It felt so natural being intimate with you that way, and I never wanted it to end. I don’t see anything positive about telling our spouses and ruining our marriages. You’re such a special lady, and I hope you can make peace with it.”

Jen seemed to recover her bubbly personality as the day went on, and we had lunch with another group of potential investors who were complimentary of her appearance. We finished our day early and had an early dinner. She must not have been that concerned about our intimate behavior together, related to our drinking, since she drank wine with dinner, as well as having drinks at another exclusive nightclub.

She drank even heavier that second night, and we kissed passionately on the dance floor again, where I rubbed and massaged her ass cheeks, as she reached around to rub mine. We finally went back to the hotel, earlier than the night before, and she asked me if I wanted to suckle her again. It seemed that she was looking forward to that intimate and arousing contact, despite the concerns she expressed just that morning, about us cheating on our spouses.

She went to her room and she changed again into that tight t-shirt and the shorts, and I went to my room to put on a t-shirt and shorts. I came back, and before we got comfortable on the couch, I said, “It might be more comfortable for us if we lay on your bed. Would you mind if I suckled you there so we can stretch out?”

She was drunker than the previous night and receptive to me, but still suspicious, as she said, “Okay, Tom, I think that will be more comfortable too, but you need to try to control yourself.”

The fact that she was allowing us to go to the bedroom in the first place, and her saying that I needed to ‘try’ to control myself, told me that she might be receptive to more intimacy than the previous night.”

Jen laid back on the bed, and when I lay partially rolled over on her on her left side, I pushed the t-shirt up over both breasts, and she helped me pull it off over her head. Her big breasts were as gorgeous as ever, and I began suckling and draining her left breast, as I fondled and massaged both. I was also humping my covered cock against her thigh.

I’ll digress for a moment to tell you although I don’t have the biggest cock in the world, it is bigger than most, and at eight inches long and very thick, with a veiny shaft and foreskin, I had never had any complaints from women.

I sucked her left breast for about twenty minutes until it was drained, as she squirmed and moaned, and then moved over to her right side. Jen couldn’t help but glance at the big cock lump in my shorts, and she laughed before saying, “Wow, Tom, it looks like you have a growing problem there. Am I responsible for that?”

As I settled in on her right side to suck her right breast, I answered, “You always do that to me, Jen. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known, including my wife.”

Jen was holding my head as I sucked her breast and humped my swollen cock against her thigh, and when her breast was finally drained, I decided to try something else with her. I began sucking and licking my way down her belly, until I was probing her belly button with my tongue. Then I slid down farther on the bed, with my face near her crotch.

She tried to pull me back up and as she asked, “What are you doing down there, Tom? Come back up here.”

I started pulling down her shorts as I pleaded with her, “Please, Jen, let me give you an experience that we’ll both love. Just relax and I’ll make you feel so good.”

Jen said, “Oh fuck, Tom, you’re can’t be thinking of doing what I think you’re doing. No one has ever eaten me out, not even Jeff, because he thinks it nasty to put his mouth where I piss and have my periods. Oh fuck, oh shit, yes, Tom, suck my pussy!”

She wasn’t wearing any panties, and after I pulled her shorts down and off her legs, I was treated to the sight and aroma of a beautiful, thick-lipped pussy, covered in a neatly-trimmed layer of brown hair. Her lips were already wet from being aroused from me sucking her breasts, and she spread her legs wide as I moved between them.

I pulled her legs over my shoulders which gave me full access to her beautiful, married pussy, and then I leaned in to take my first taste of her. I sucked, licked and tongued her labia, and then found her large, protruding, thumb-sized clit, and I sucked it hard. She was writhing and humping against my face, as well as squeezing my head with her thighs, as I sucked and slurped on her very wet pussy. I felt her quiver and moan several times and knew that I was giving her orgasms with my mouth.

It had been years since I had those experiences with my wife, but I remembered that the wetness, taste, aroma, and consistency of a woman’s cervical mucus changes over her menstrual cycle. The mucus is very wet and stretchy, resembling a raw egg whites, just before and during a woman’s ovulation. Jen’s juices seemed to have that consistency and appearance, and I didn’t know if she knew that she might be ovulating. I wanted to fuck her so bad, and the chance that she might be fertile made me want her even more, whether she was protected or not.

I found out more when Jen pushed my face away from her pussy, and said, “Turn around here so I can suck your cock, Tom. Jeff doesn’t like oral sex of any kind, even me sucking his cock, and I haven’t sucked a cock since before we started dating. I just have to taste your cock, and I’ll get you off that way, since I can’t fuck you. I haven’t started back on birth control since the baby was born, since it made me gain even more weight, and it can interfere with my lactation. We’ve also been talking about trying for another baby, so our kids will be close in age growing up.”

Jen moved on top of me in the opposite direction after I turned around in bed, and I resumed sucking her pussy as she sucked my cock. She struggled a little at first to take my thickness into her mouth, and at one point when she took it out for a moment, she said, “Jeff’s little, five-inch dick looks tiny next to yours and I really enjoy sucking it. I wish we could fuck, because I’d love to feel it in my pussy.”

I pulled Jen’s legs forward with my arms to fully expose her pussy and ass to me, and she flinched before pushing back against my face when she felt me sucking and licking her ass crack. I then alternated sucking her pussy and ass, as she had more orgasms in my mouth, until I was getting close to cumming.

I pulled away from her pussy momentarily to say, “I’m getting close, Jen, and you’d better stop sucking, unless you want a mouthful of cum.”

She pulled off my cock for a moment and said, “Don’t worry, I intend to swallow every drop of your cock nectar. You deserve it after what you’re doing for me. I’ve never known a boy or man who was so hungry for sex and used his mouth the way you do.”

She resumed sucking my cock, and within seconds I was ejaculating into her mouth, as she pressed her wet pussy against me, almost totally enveloping my face in her creamy wetness.”

After she swallowed my cum, I turned around to hug and kiss her, even tasting my own cum in her mouth. We fell asleep in that position, with me partially rolled over on her, and I didn’t wake up until I felt her stirring in the morning. We kissed and cuddled again, before I drained both of her breasts, and then I went back to my room to shave and shower for the day, as she took her shower.

Our third day of meetings went well in New York, and after having a quick dinner in the hotel restaurant, I bought some rum, and mixers, and brought them back to her room. Jen was anxious to have me suckle her again, and to suck her pussy, and she said that she wanted to suck me off again. But I had other plans, and I made sure that we had plenty to drink, to set the stage for me fucking her.

I started out sucking her breasts, only with me naked that time, so I was humping my bare cock against her thighs, and she felt my precum oozing onto her skin. I wanted to breed her in the worst way, and after moving down to suck her pussy, instead of turning around in a sixty-nine with her, I started trying to convince her to fuck me.

After giving her two orgasms with my mouth, I moved up to kiss her and suck her breasts again, which brought my cock up right between her thighs. She started protesting and said, “No, please, Tom, you can’t fuck me.”

I said, “Okay, Jen, but please just let me slide my cock in your labia, like a hotdog in a bun, and I’ll shoot my cum on your stomach.”

She agreed, and I began stroking her creamy, wet slit while kissing her, being sure to keep my meat in constant contact with her clit. She was moaning and squirming beneath me as our simulated fucking gave her another orgasm. Then as I was on the bottom of my downstroke, she tilted her hips in such a way that my cock head slipped through her labia and a couple of inches into her vagina.

Jen sensed the change, even though she was inebriated, and before she could say anything, I broke our kiss and said, “My cock slipped into your pussy, Jen, and I can either pull it out or go ahead and fuck you.”

I would have stopped if she told me to, but I didn’t think she’d want to after feeling my thickness in her pussy. And I was right, because she looked at me with half-open eyes and, “Oh fuck, Tom, I’ve got to have your thick cock inside me. You can fuck me, but I’m not sure where I am in my cycle. I’m willing to take a chance on being knocked up, though. Fuck me, Tom, I just have to feel your big cock in my pussy and your cum shooting into my womb.”

I began fucking Jen, while alternating between kissing her and sucking her breasts, and she was moaning and thrashing on the bed as she had one orgasm after the other on my thick cock. I loved the feeling of her wet pussy squeezing my meat, and it was a dream come true fucking my beautiful, voluptuous employee. The room was filled with the aroma of her married pussy and the slurping sounds of my cock stroking in her wetness. I wanted to believe and was almost certain from the feeling of her juices that she was close to her fertile time.

My cock began to throb, pulse, and ejaculated as I pressed my spewing cock head against her cervix. When Jen felt me ejaculating, she wrapped her legs around my ass to hold me in place and hump against me. We kissed passionately as my cock continued to throb, and I held myself buried in her pussy even after it began to soften. Then I slowly stroked her with my soft cock for another five minutes, before pulling out and kissing my way down her breasts and stomach, finally reaching her cum soaked pussy.

She reached down and held my head in place when she felt me sucking her just fucked pussy, and she was moaning as she said, “Oh fuck, Tom, you really do love oral sex, and I love being eaten out after I’ve been fucked. That’s just so nasty and so loving that you want my pussy that bad.”

I ate her out for over fifteen minutes, and then we cuddled together and fell asleep in each other’s arms. We woke up about 2:00 am and I suckled and drained her breasts again before fucking her. We fell asleep that time with my soft cock in her wet pussy.

We fucked and I suckled her again in the morning before we packed our bags and went to our last meeting on the trip, a late morning meeting, before catching our flight back to Raleigh-Durham. Anyone watching us together on our trip would have thought we were newlyweds, or at least long-time lovers, at least until we got back home and had to act professionally again.

I found even more opportunities for Jen and me to be alone for the next couple of weeks after that trip, and I fed from her big breasts and fucked her whenever I could. Then something happened that was devastating for Jen, but made me secretly happy, when she told me after work one evening that she had missed her period.

Jen was crying as she said, “Fuck, Tom, what am I going to do? Jeff fucked me Thursday night when we got back from New York, so it’s possible that I’m pregnant with his baby and the timing is good to avoid suspicion. But I know in my heart from the way I felt when you fucked me that you’re probably the father.”

I couldn’t tell here how happy that would make me, so I tried to comfort her, saying, “I’m so sorry if it was me who impregnated you, but I don’t think anyone else will ever know. Jeff and I look at least a little bit alike and we both have dark hair, so the baby will look like you two. I hope that we can keep this our secret, and that you can find a way to live with the guilt and shame that you must be feeling now, so we don’t ruin both of our marriages.”

Jen withdrew from me for a few days after that, but then she warmed up again, and we continued meeting for me to suckle and fuck her. To this day I’ll admit to feeling a little guilt about cheating on Megan and knocking up Jen, but not so guilty that I would change a thing in our extramarital relationship.