[MMF] Nursing in Front of my In-Laws Part 2

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Nursing In Front of My In-Laws from eroticliterature

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In Part 1 –

I was silent for a second, cream in one hand, my nipples hard as pebbles. My life forked in front of me. I looked at father and son and made a decision. “It’s OK, Bradley, I think I would like Thomas to help, OK? Thomas, would you please finish the other nipple?”

I was aroused. My sexual desires had been modest since the birth, my libido very low. Babies are exhausting, and I couldn’t remember the last time Bradley and I had made love. I let my head roll back onto the cushion and closed my eyes as Thomas worked both my nipples in front of my husband’s silent gaze. I moaned something.

When Thomas heard me purr he made a decision. “Bradley, go sit with the baby while he naps, OK? Stay in his room with him. Tracy is going to close her eyes; I’ll sit with her. Is that all right? Tracy, is that what you want?”

Now the men stared at each other. “It’s fine, Dad,” my husband said. “I’ll watch the baby while you….” Words failed him now, at the moment he would give me to his father. He just couldn’t say it.

“You take care of the baby and I’ll take care of his mother, all right?”

Bradley nodded and left the room.

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Part 2

My father-in-law moved behind the couch, reached over my head and shoulders, and began to apply the lanolin cream on both of my nipples. My head lolled back onto the cushion, my eyes stayed closed, and I began to purr. The raw sexuality of what we were doing was not lost on me, but my breasts actually did ache, and the cream felt blissful. Thomas’s fingers gently circled both gnawed, cracked nipples.

“Tell me dear what feels best. I’ve never had sore nipples.” He dipped his head and spoke softly into my ear. Then he changed the pattern He soothed one nipple at a time, abandoning the other for a minutes. Then he switched back. Tremors shot from my breasts to my vulva. Left nipple, my crothch warming. Right nipple, warmth increasing. Left, right, I was smoldering with lust for the first time in many months.

I told him that what he was doing was perfect. For a moment I considered taking that nap. But then his hands began to move in a wider pattern, slathering the slippery cream all over my aching breasts, no longer restricting their caresses to the nipples. Freshly emptied of milk, my small B-cup breasts delighted in his fondling hands. I shivered when his lips brushed my ear and he said “Your tits drive me insane, Tracy. Insane. Such perfect tits for such a perfect little Mommy.”

I had tits for Thomas, not breasts. Breasts were for the baby, and for my husband, the juvenile word he loved, boobs. But for my commanding father-in-law there was no pretension – I had tits, and they were in his hands, and I was starting to feel an orgasm slowly building.

I wondered how far my husbands’ father would take us. I wasn’t sure what I wanted, or what I would do when it happened. I reached up with my hands, and rubbed his more firmly against my breasts. Even though recently emptied, arousal was making milk drops leak through the nipples, and Thomas’s hands were rubbing the milk all over my small tight globes.

I shuddered when he murmured “I have to taste you,” and he moved his head to lick the nearest nipple. I wondered if he could taste anything but nipple cream, but the lick became a suck and my milk went into a grown man’s mouth for the very first time. My vulva was throbbing now. I hadn’t cum at another person’s touch in months.

I lowered one of my hands to touch my pubis, and Thomas’s hand came with mine. I thought my head would explode – one hand was still kneading my breast, one hand was stroking my pussy lips, and our heads turned together and we locked lips in a torrid kiss. He was still behind the sofa, leaning over and around me. I desperately wanted to know how hard he was, and how big. I suddenly wanted to know what he tasted like. My orgasm was so close. If I could just touch his cock I would explode.

“Dad? Tracy? The baby is awake.”

We both looked at Bradley, shuffling from one foot to the other, apparently hesitant to enter the room in which his wife was being seduced by his father. While our heads had turned, breaking our kiss, our hands were still pleasuring me top and bottom. My climax, so imminent a second before, vanished.

I knew I could tell Brad to get a bottle of pumped milk from the kitchen and leave us alone again, but the magic spell was broken.

“Thomas,” I said, “let’s you and I continue this tomorrow, OK? I think I need some time alone with Bradley now.” As he took a step back I turned and touched the front of his bulging trousers. He was indeed hard. His wife would reap that harvest, I thought sadly.

Later, in our bedroom Bradley tried to initiate sex with me and I kind of shut him down. Holding his erection in my hand, I told him that I “don’t feel like sex tonight.” This was common since my pregnancy. I had almost no libido at all since the birth, a common post-partum issue, according to my doctor.

I stroked him tenderly, however, as I usually did when my body was closed to him. Cumming in my hand was his normal consolation prize these days, and I imagined he had a good load saved up for me after the afternoon’s surprises. I returned his kisses and slowly pumped his penis. “But just because I don’t feel like sex doesn’t mean you can’t cum, honey,” I urged him.

“You don’t feel like it now,” he whined. “But it looked like you felt like sex this afternoon,” he added petulantly.

I was annoyed, and a bit guilty. I remembered the too-brief feel of his father’s hard cock, and knew I couldn’t deny his accusation. In fact I have no idea how far we might have gone if left to ourselves, but my husband was close to the truth.

I said, “That’s different, Bradley. I did want sex this afternoon. I might have had it, too, if you hadn’t interrupted me.” My words electrified my husband, and he ejaculated one of his biggest loads ever into my grasping, pumping hand.

Soon he was sleeping soundly next to me while I tossed and turned, wondering where we were headed, sexually. Could I really have sex with his father? Only with difficulty did I eventually find sleep myself. My nipples throbbed even as I dreamt.

At 1:00 am the baby cried and woke me. I went to his room, scooped him up in my arms, and sat in the nursing chair. As he suckled my breast I remembered Thomas briefly drinking me that afternoon, and began to feel excited again. I slowly rubbed my clitoris as the baby sucked, and I thought of my Father-in-law sucking my nipple, and I finally had a very small but real orgasm, in my nursing chair, husband sleeping down the hall.

I settled the baby in his crib, cleaned my nipples with a wipe, and slowly massaged the lanolin onto my nipples. I closed my eyes, let go of the real world for a moment, and enjoyed the soothing feelings. My mind drifted back to times my husband applied the cream, and then to that afternoon, when his father had taken over. I made a decision there in the dark that would alter all our lives, then tiptoed back to bed. I crawled in next to my husband, whose whole world I was about to change. He was snoring peacefully, unaware.

I was already wet again, down there. My libido was back.

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