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  Milking The Neighbor’s Wife

  Isabella Winters

  Copyright 2012 Isabella Winters

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental unless specified in acknowledgements.

  Copyright © 2012 Isabella Winters

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  It’s been a while since I’d had a day to myself. David took the baby and went to visit his mother for the weekend. Three days of quiet, and a chance to pamper myself.

  In the living room I pulled up a playlist on the laptop and turned the speakers on. I glanced out the window and saw the neighbor guy doing yard work. I stopped to watch him. He had his shirt off and was pulling weeds. The summer sun beat down on his tan, golden skin. A light layer of sweat glistened over toned muscles.

  His muscles flexed as he moved and his movements were fluid - like a big cat. I tried to remember the guy’s name, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember it. Something stirred inside of me as I watched him. He was attractive man with dark hair and equally dark eyes. A bachelor or sorts. I don’t think I’d exchanged more than ten words with him since we’d moved into the house six months ago, right after the baby was born. A few pleasantries here and there. Waving mainly. We would be outside at the same moment and there would be tiny waves of recognitions and hellos.

  As if he sensed me watching him, he stopped pulling weeds, looked over his shoulder, and stared directly at me watching him in the window. I felt embarrassed. My cheeks burned red-hot. I didn’t want him to think I was perv. I raised my hand quickly and waved at him. He smiled brightly and waved back, but didn’t turn back to his work. I stepped out of the way of the window and hide behind the wall.

  Why was I embarrassed? It took me a few seconds to realize I was turned on. Wow. My hormones have been out of whack ever since I’d given birth. And I really didn’t get much of a chance to take care of the situation. Between the baby waking up every few hours, wanting food, and David constantly complaining of exhaustion, I was lucky if after the baby fell back asleep I could sneak into the bathroom and masturbate a couple time a week.

  I wasn’t really unfulfilled though. There was something about nursing that helped. My breasts were swollen with milk. I looked better now than before the pregnancy. My girlfriends complained about how lucky I was. The baby weight melted of pretty quick. And with my new found rounded and full breasts, I looked like a Playboy model.

  I shook my head trying to clear my head of the tension, then thought, wait, David is gone. I have three days to myself. I should make a day of it.

  The music was bouncing of the hardwood floors and I wondered if it was too loud as I headed toward the bedroom.

  Once in the bedroom, I thought about going through my normal masturbation routine, which consisted of striping down, fingering myself, and rubbing my clit till I came. That was how I did it while everyone slept. But then I remember something. No one is here. Noise isn’t an issue. And I had a secret.

  I opened the closet door, and pulled a shoebox from the stack in the back.

  David was very vanilla. He didn’t see any problem with our sex life. And certainly didn’t think that we needed in help in the bedroom. The most he experimented was with some sticky edible lube. One of my girlfriends recently had party. It was like an old-fashioned Tupperware party, but instead of hard core storage bowls, the host provided an array of dildos, pornos, lubes, nighties, lotions, oils, and just about anything anyone would ever need to get off.

  The girls had laughed and giggled over all the stuff during the party. But at the end, the sales lady would sit in Diana’s bedroom, and one by one the girls could discretely go in and order whatever they desired.

  I had playfully tried to bring up what I had purchased at the party to David, but whenever I mentioned the word dildo, he automatically became defensive of his manhood. I felt it was better to keep it hidden from him, and hoped that someday he would look at it differently. We probably needed more assistance in the bedroom now than ever before.

  I pulled the lid off the shoe box, and unwrapped the tissue paper around the shoes. There it was, nestled between the shoes. A nine inch vibrator. It was hot pink, which I thought was cute. And the sales lady had told me how much I was really going to enjoy this model as she pointed out the features. Half of the vibrator was clear, exhibiting pink and white beads that, once turned on, rotated. I turned the switch and watched the thing pulse in my hands.

  As I watched the vibrator, I could feel an urgency building between my legs, and pressure in my breasts. It was probably getting close to the time that I had to pump my breasts.

  I grabbed my robe off the back of the closet door and headed to the bathroom with my sex toy.

  I lit a couple of candles in the bathroom, and stared drawing a bath in our Jacuzzi tub – the main reason I fell in love with this house. I added some bubble bath solution to the water and started to undress. When I pulled down my panties, they were already wet. I inspected myself in the mirror on the back of bathroom door. I did look good, and I hoped my breasts stayed this large when I stopped feeding. I fondled them in the mirror, cupping them and giving them a light squeeze.

  Milk dribbled from my nipples and slid down my stomach.

  I grabbed a hair rubber band from the counter and pulled my hair up to keep it from getting wet.

  The tube had filled and I shut the water off. I entered, set my vibrator on the edge, submerged my body up to my neck, and turned the jets on. The water churned and massaged my body. The hot water washed over my nipples and they became hard. I played with my nipples. They’d become so sensitive since breast feeding and the sensation made my excitement and need grow stronger.

  I slid my fingers down my stomach and lightly across my clit. My body pulsed at the slight touch. Every fiber within me ached for the orgasm, but I knew the longer I waited, the stronger the orgasm would be.

  I rose to my knees in the tub and turned to face a pulsing jet of water, careful to stay a good distance from the current. If I was too close, the strong pressure would send me into an instant orgasm. At a distance, I let the faint pulse of water ripple over my pussy, causing the desire for something fulfilling to rise inside of me.

  Leaning forward on my knees, I picked up the vibrator and turned it on. I placed one hand on the tubs edge and cradled the vibrator with the other. I felt the vibrator hum and rubbed it against my hard nipples, causing them to leak into the bathwater. My tits ached to be relieved of milk as much as my pussy ached to have a mind blowing orgasm.

  As I rubbed the vibrator over my tight nipples, my pelvis began thrusting toward the current of the water. I arched my back, raising my ass into the perfect position. I held the edge of the tub firmly, and reached behind myself with the vibrator in hand. Slowly, I placed the tip of the humming vibrator against my wet lips, and inserted a couple of inches of the toy into my vagina. The need to have an orgasm was overwhelming. I teased myself by stroking slowly, and only a couple of inches. I slid the toy out and ran the pulsing middle al
ong my vaginal lips, making sure to steer clear of my clit. I didn’t want this to end so soon.

  I spread my legs further apart and moved closer to the jet of water. The water teased my clit viscously. I grabbed one breast and pinched the nipple then squeezed the tit hard. Milk squirted into the bathwater.

  I pressed my clit harder against the jet and bucked my hips against the pressure. I reinserted the vibrator from behind and thrust it deep and hard into my wet pussy. I thrust and bucked. Thrust and bucked. And I felt on the verge of a massive orgasm. I quickened the speed of the vibrator strokes and pressed my throbbing clit directly against the beating jet. Just as I climaxed, I pressed the head of the vibrator on my G-spot, causing me to squirt in the bathwater, and clamped my hand around my aching breast hard, expelling milk in a fountain onto the bathroom floor.

  The ecstasy of the release caused me to emit a high-pitched scream. My body convulsed with the intense orgasm and I moaned loudly. I reveled in aftermath of the sensation for a few moments and then exited the tub.

  I dried myself and pulled on the plush rub. The doorbell rang. For a moment I thought I was going to ignore it, but frantic thoughts raced through my mind. What if something was wrong? I wasn’t expecting anyone.

  I cinched my robe tight, left the bathroom door open, turned off the music, and headed toward the front door, which was in plain view of the bathroom. I looked out the peep hole and saw the shirtless neighbor standing on the stoop. His expression showed concern and he looked around agitated. He lifted his hand and knocked loudly on the door.

  Grabbing my robe close to my neck, I cracked the door open.

  “Hello?” I said.

  He ran his hand through his dark hair. “Hey. Uh. Is everything okay in there? I thought I heard a scream.”

  “Oh.” I had trouble looking at his face and opened the door a little wider. “No, everything is okay. I was just taking a bath.”

  His face twisted into confusion. “Well, I wanted to make sure no one had broken in or something. I noticed your husband’s car has been gone for a while.” I thumbed over his shoulder toward the driveway.

  “Oh, he’s out of town for the weekend.”

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” He looked beyond me into the house.

  He seemed to be checking to see if there was anyone else in the house with me. I tried to not stare at his well-muscled body as he shifted nervously on the front step.

  “I’m fine,” I said. “I just, uh…” I tried to come up with a good excuse that could have caused me to scream. “I saw a millipede in the bathroom.”

  He chuckled. “That’s no good. Millipedes are a sign that you have a leak. You should have someone take a look at that right away.”

  “I’ll have my husband look at it when he gets back.”

  “When’s he gonna be home?”

  “In a few days.”

  “That’s no good,” he said again. “A leak can get out of control really quick. You could wake up tomorrow and the whole house could be flooded. I know a little about plumbing.” He ran his hand through his hair again. The muscles in his arm and chest flexed with the movement. “I can at least take a look at it and tell you if you’ve gotta problem, then you can call a plumber.”

  The guy was persistent. I figured it couldn’t hurt to let him take a look. He wouldn’t find anything and then he could go back to pulling weeds. I’d have to keep the volume of my weekend turned down.

  Not thinking of what the bathroom looked like, I opened the door wider and said, “Sure, why not?” I extended my hand as stepped inside. “By the way my name is Karen. My memory isn’t great. Your name is…?”

  “Jason.” He shook my hand then pointed to the bathroom. “Is this it?”

  I nodded. He walked toward the bathroom and I followed. He squatted inside the door. His jeans were pulled tight against him muscular thighs. My eyes danced over the lines of his body.

  “It looks like you have a leak for sure,” he said.

  I focused on his line of sight and noticed the pool of milk on the tiled floor. My heart skipped a beat as I also noticed the hot pink vibrator on the counter. Apparently he hadn’t noticed it. I tried not to focus on it, but I would die if he saw it. I scooted in the room and hovered over him, pretending to look at what he was inspecting, but I was actually trying to stand in front of the toy on the counter – hoping he wouldn’t notice it.

  “I’m not real sure where it’s coming from. Or what it is,” he said. “It doesn’t look like water.” He looked up at me.

  I smiled nervously. “Maybe it’s some of my bathwater.”

  He returned my smile. “I’ll take a look under your sink just to make sure.”

  My heart hammered in my chest. If I stepped away from counter he was going to see the vibrator. I reached behind me and tried to grab hold of the toy, intending on keeping it behind my back until I could sneak into my bedroom. Instead I hit the toy and it rolled off the counter and on to the floor.

  Embarrassed isn’t a strong enough word to describe how I felt when his eyes followed the item to the floor and then lingered on it for a few seconds as his mind registered what it was.

  I bent down and grabbed the damn thing and in the same motion my robe sifted, revealing one breast. I covered myself quickly.

  “Oh my god,” I said and covered my face with my hand. “I’m so sorry.” I ran off toward my bedroom and shut the door.

  I sat on the bed with my hand clamped over my mouth and listened carefully. I figured he would leave the house out of some sort of embarrassment on his end of the situation. But instead I heard slow footsteps approaching the bedroom door.

  “Karen?” his voice muffled against the bedroom door. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I responded, “Thank you.”

  “Can I open the door?”

  Again I didn’t know how to respond. “Sure.”

  As the door opened I realized I was still holding the vibrator. Jason saw me shove it under a pillow on the bed quickly. He stepped toward me and I stood up. My eyes inadvertently scanned down his chest and stopped for a second on his groin. I could make out the perfect outline of a fully erect and thick cock pressing against his tight jeans. He was well equipped, and suddenly, I became very aroused.

  “I know marriage can be tough,” he said. “Sometimes people’s partners don’t have a matching appetite for certain things. And sometimes guys don’t look at their wives the same after they have a child. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

  I nodded. “Are you married?”

  “I was.”

  “What happened? I mean… don’t tell me. It’s none of my business.”

  “No. That’s okay. Uh, she couldn’t keep up with my… appetite.” He smiled slyly at me. “If your husband is having issues with having sex with you because you had a baby he’s a fool. If I may say so, Karen, you’re a very attractive woman.”

  “Thank you.”

  Jason stepped closer. I may have imagined it, but with a mere few inches between us, I swore I could feel his body heat. He smelled musky and sweet from sweating and pulling weeds. The forbidden thought of having this good-looking man in front of me in my bedroom excited me knowing that he was as turned on as I was.

  “I only saw a glimpse,” he said, “but what I saw was good.” He dropped his eyes to breast quickly and then made eye contact again.

  I don’t know why I did it. Actually, that was a lie. I know exactly why I did it. My husband didn’t want sex as much as I did anymore. And our routine was stale. The same thing over and over to the point that sex was like a chore. Like doing the dishes or laundry. I wanted something new. I wanted someone as much as they wanted me. So I slowly untied my robe, slipped it off of my shoulders, and let it fall to the floor.

  My heart hammered as Jason’s eyes assessed my body. I watched as the rise and fall of his chest quickened. And I couldn’t take my eyes off hi
s tight jeans.

  “Like I said,” he whispered. “He’s a damn fool.”

  I stepped close enough that I could feel his hot, quick breaths against my skin. I lay my hand on his sweaty chest and slowly ran it down to the bulge in his pants. I rubbed his cock through his jeans and listened to his breathing hitch.

  “She was a damn fool too,” I said.

  He raised his hand to the back of my head and pulled the band from my hair. My tresses fell past my shoulders and he ran his hand into my hair and gripped it. Jason pressed his mouth down hard over mine and his hot tongue snaked into mine. I returned the gesture by lapping inside of his mouth, tasting the beer he’d drank while working in the hot sun.

  His mouth abandoned mine and he trailed kisses down my neck, past my collar bone, and for my breasts. He didn’t hesitate before taking my sensitive and hard nipple in between his teeth and biting down gently. I gasped and the pain and pleasure of it. Then he enveloped my whole nipple with his mouth and began to suckle. The sensation of release was intoxicating as he drew the milk harder. I laughed and my arousal was growing tremendously.

  While sucking the one grabbed the other and squeezed it lightly. Milk spilled down his hand and down my stomach. He unlocked his lips from the one nipple and flicked his tongue over the other as the milk flowed from it. He grabbed the previous tit with his other hand and began to apply equal pressure to both, alternating lapping at each of them as a steady stream of white flowed from my tits, over his hands, down my stomach and legs, and onto the floor.

  I unfastened his jeans and slid my hand over his cock. He moaned and nudged me with his hands to lay back on the bed. He removed his jeans and boxers. His dick was an impressive size and I couldn’t wait to have him fill me. He climbed on the bed and hovered over me. Jason ran his tongue over my stomach, licking all the milk that had spilt, and then positioned his head between my legs.