Sugarman’s Milk-9
1929 Words
As she ran her fingertips over her c**t Robin considered those words and carefully formed her response, all the while knowing that she was too sexually aroused to think perfectly clearly. “I have a history,” she said, trying to be coy but wanting Jennie to draw her out.
“We all have histories.”
Robin rubbed her c**t and then squeezed her fingers tightly on her n****e. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the pain. “I’ve slept around on Nate,” she admitted to her new friend.
“Before or after college?” Jennie seemed unfazed by the admission. Then again, Jennie lived a swinger’s lifestyle and happily lactated for her husband. It would take a lot to faze her.
“Before, during, after. All of them.” Robin let go of her n****e, shifted her hand inside her shirt, and grasped the other n****e. She lifted up her hips to insert two fingers into her p***y.
“Well, that was college,” Jennie said to set her mind at ease. “We all do wild things in college.”
“I f****d a guy two days before I married Nate,” Robin confessed. “I f****d the same guy the day we returned from our honeymoon. I sucked off another guy the week after the four of us had s*x that first time.” She pinched her n****e hard and winced at the pain.
“Wow,” said Jennie after a pause.
“I’m a slut.” Now she twisted her n****e because the pinch wasn’t painful enough.
“There’s nothing wrong with that. But…does Nate know?”
“No.” She let go of her n****e and gasped.
“You should tell him,” suggested Jennie.
“I can’t. Not yet.”
“It’ll only get worse the longer you delay.”
Robin pulled her fingers out of her p***y and held the glistening digits up to the light. After a moment’s pause she licked her fingers, savoring the taste of her own p***y. “Can I f**k Grant?” she asked with the tangy taste of p***y still on her tongue.
There was another short pause. Robin was certain Jennie was considering the request. “You already have.”
“No. Not with you or Nate there. I want to go to someplace private and f**k him alone.”
“Sure,” Jennie happily fulfilled the request. “Can I do the same with Nate?”
Robin had never stopped to consider that other women would want to bed her husband. While he was reasonably handsome, he was also socially awkward and, at times, inept. He didn’t know how to flirt or carry on a conversation without knowing assistance. And it was always Robin who was the s****l driver in their relationship. The only thing Nate really had going for him in the bedroom was his big c**k.
“You mean, like at the same time?”
“Yeah, that would be convenient, wouldn’t it?”
“No,” Robin immediately replied. “You can f**k him, but it can’t be at the same time as me and Grant.”
“Okay, sounds good.” Jennie sighed and moaned a bit. “We’ll have to set up the details later.”
“Why not now?” Robin wanted to continue the conversation. It was thrilling.
“Because Grant’s been nursing on me for the past half hour. My t**s are dry and he wants to f**k me now.”
Robin’s heart jumped into her throat. Grant had probably overheard everything she had said to Jennie. But that wasn’t enough to stop her needs. “Are you going to f**k?”
“He just took off my panties, so yeah.”
“Leave your phone on,” Robin begged. I want to listen to the two of you.”
Jennie said nothing, but the small noises of s*x came over the receiver. Robin switched the phone to hands free mode and turned up the speaker. She then kicked off her pajama bottoms along with her panties, spread her legs wide, and proceeded to masturbate to the sounds of her friends’ lovemaking.
It was Grant who called her the next day. She answered her phone at her desk and felt her face immediately flush with embarrassment. No one in the cube farm could tell who was calling her and she kept her end of the conversation morally neutral, but her tension was incredibly high.
“I heard you want to f**k me,” Grant said boldly after she said hello. He was obviously in a place where he could speak freely.
“Umm…I might have. Who told you that?”
“My wife.”
“Oh, then you have it on good authority.”
“Are you at work?”
“That’s correct.”
“Oh, this’ll be fun then. Let’s see if I can make you say something that will humiliate you in front of your colleagues.”
“We really just need to arrange a date and location,” Robin said as busybody Margaret across the aisle spun in her chair to obviously eavesdrop on the conversation.
“I’d rather you describe exactly what you’ll be wearing and what you’ll be doing to my cock.”
“I couldn’t say right now,” she replied and pulled up her calendar on the computer screen.
“How about a pink thong and no bra under a nice business suit?”
“That might be possible…”
“I bet you’d like all three holes filled, wouldn’t you?”
“That would be nice.”
“Thursday at eight then?”
“Sounds good,” she answered. “See you then.”
After hanging up Robin turned around and looked at Margaret with a sweet smile. “My nephew’s birthday,” she said, lying easily to the other woman’s face.
“That sounds so nice.”
Robin wondered what the proper lady would say if she knew her panties were soaked with desire.
Grant met her at the restaurant across from the hotel near the airport. It wasn’t fancy, but they weren’t there for the atmosphere or fine dining. They were hungry after a day at work and neither was going home before meeting up. Jennie knew the truth of where Grant was. Robin, however, had lied to Nate, telling him she needed to stay late at work and not to wait up.
“He’s going to know,” Grant pointed out. “He’s going to figure it out eventually.” Even though it was a chain restaurant, the food wasn’t bad. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t bad either. That was the problem with too much urban sprawl, mediocre restaurants and strip malls.
“But not tonight,” she pointed out before taking another bite. She grinned at him eagerly. “What are you going to make me do when we get to the hotel?”
While he knew she was trying to distract him from his concern over Nate being kept in the dark, Grant mentally shrugged and moved on. He was meeting with Robin for the s*x, not for the well-being of her marriage. “Are you wearing that pink thong and no bra?” he asked her.
She was surprised at his normal tone of voice. There were lots of people around, but then she realized that no one cared about their conversation. As he had requested she had worn a business suit with skirt to their rendezvous and she had been wearing a pink thong under it all day…unfortunately with a matching bra because she couldn’t bring herself to go braless at work.
“Pink thong, yes,” she confirmed and then reached inside the neckline of her blouse. She pulled the strap out far enough to show Grant. “I can’t go to work without a bra.”
He frowned. “Go to the restroom and take it off,” he told her. “Bring it out and give it to me.”
It was just a little bit naughty and dangerous. Robin smiled at him. “You sure you don’t want my panties as well?” she asked after another quick glance around at the other customers.
He answered with a shake of his head. “No. This is good enough for now.”
Licking her lips with eagerness Robin stood up, but Grant caught her by the hand before she left. He surreptitiously passed a warm metal chain to her. “And put these on tight enough so they don’t fall off until we get to the hotel.”
She didn’t need to look at it to know he had handed her the n****e clamps and chain. Her knees went weak but she managed a small smile before turning and walking to the restroom. What had started as a fun game had now taken a serious turn toward exploring a side of her sexuality that Robin would have been happy to leave in the dark.
The restaurant was small enough that the bathroom was single occupant with an exterior door that locked. It was simple enough for Robin to remove her suit jacket, hang it on the back of the door, and then remove her button-up pink blouse. She stopped when she started to reach behind her back for the hooks to the fuchsia bra she wore beneath. Though she knew what she needed to do, she wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed. After a few moments thought, she unhooked the bra, folded it, and tucked it into her suit jacket pocket. Robin studied herself in the mirror and considered the linked n****e clamps in her hand.
The air in the bathroom was cool which made her n*****s erect. Or maybe they were puckered because she was so aroused by what Grant was making her do? She wasn’t sure. And he wasn’t really making her do this. She wanted to do it. They were playing a game that was naughty, to be sure, but it was also something she needed to do with a willing partner.
She was fairly sure the n****e clamps in her hand were the same ones that Jennie had used on her. They had little levers that adjusted the tension on the clamps. Once on they would stay in place but they would be painful. She was positive that she would be too distracted by the pain to think straight or do anything more complicated than walk or smile vaguely. She was glad that they had planned ahead and parked their cars at the hotel so they could walk to the restaurant. Realizing that it might be extremely difficult to get dressed once the clamps were on, she pulled her blouse back on, but only buttoned up halfway. She then put her jacket on and looked at herself in the mirror with her small t**s hanging out.
Grinning at the ridiculousness of the situation, Robin stuck out her tongue at her image and prepared to apply the first clamp. The clamps were really nothing more complicated than a pair of tweezers but when she put the first one on her pert, brown n****e, she wanted to faint. At first it felt like it was on fire, and then a throbbing broke out, but she didn’t faint or fall down. She was stronger than that.
Biting her lip she applied the second clamp and sharply hissed as the pain tore through her flesh. It was bad, but not as bad as she had remembered. Or maybe she was enjoying the pain. She shrugged her shirt back into place and fastened the last few buttons. When her jacket fell into place it was next to impossible to tell she was wearing n****e clamps. There was a slightly noticeable bulge from each clamp and the chain was almost discernible under her shirt. She just needed to focus and do what Grant had asked.
Taking a deep breath was actually a mistake because it caused the clamps to tug on her n*****s, but she steeled herself and stepped carefully into the restaurant, making her way back to the table where Grant was paying the bill.
She sat down across from him and offered a wan smile.
“Give me your bra,” he said running his fingers over the five o’clock shadow on his chin.
It was such a cliché request, but Robin wasn’t able to focus on that at the moment. She reached carefully into the jacket pocket and gave thanks she was small-busted so her bra was similarly small. Grant accepted the scrap of material and tucked it into his jacket pocket. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Are you in pain?”
“A little.”
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