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Honey
I'm Home by DrJim
Maria heard Ken
pull into the driveway and hurried to open the
front door. He was an hour late getting home
from work and she was a little upset with him.
She opened the door wide as he stepped onto the
porch. Honey I’m home! He announced with a
contagious grin. He sized her up in a moment.
There she was, a picture of health and vitality,
a pair of jeans on, an apron for working in the
kitchen and a white blouse with little buttons
down the front. Through it he could see a little
bit of a lacy bra. She had a wonderful
figure-trim but full breasts as one would expect
of a nursing mother. Her long brown hair was
twisted into a knot behind her head with a
little stick through it holding it in place, a
bunch of hair was pointing straight up. She
looked him straight in the eye. Before she could
say a thing he stepped forward and took her in
his arms. His long coat enveloped her and she
seemed to disappear within as he embraced her.
You are gorgeous my beautiful dove he whispered
in her ear.
This nickname
had a particular affection to her because all
summer long a pair of morning doves would coo
and love on their roof. They would often wake in
the morning to the sound of their cooing. If
they would sneak quietly outside they could
watch them without frightening them. She would
innocently sit there with her eyes open calmly
cooing while he would nestle up to her cooing in
return. Sometime she would puff her breast
feathers out making them look fuller, sometimes
they would be loving. Ken and Maria couldn’t
help but laugh a bit because these two morning
doves reminded them so much of themselves. The
female morning dove looked so purely feminine
that Ken had to say “You are my morning dove,
you beautiful thing you. I love you as much as
he loves her.” Ever since it had been his most
endearing term for her.
He eased his
embrace and she looked up to see what else. He
kissed her with a passionate kiss as his left
hand slipped around and embraced her left
breast. It was quite warm and full, more than a
handful, his hand cupped it lightly. He
couldn’t resist, he gave her a little squeeze,
she inhaled and pulled away slightly, sorry, he
said. They are tender, be gentle with me, she
said. Gently keeping his hand on her breast he
kissed her again. Thus far she had not an
opportunity to scold him for being an hour late
and not staying on schedule as they had agreed.
His kisses, which she enjoyed, had not let her.
Kissing her on the ear he whispered; I want you
my ravishing beauty. She whispered back in his
ear; I am full for you, I have been waiting for
you. He gently explored her breast with his
fingertips, the lobules were swollen and firm
and full of milk. He knew her breasts must be
tender being so full. The thought of the
pleasure he was soon to enjoy excited him. He
kissed her again on the lips and trailed kisses
along her chin, below her ear, on her neck, and
down between her breasts. She shuddered slightly
as she felt the tingle in her breasts of a
strong letdown occur. She so enjoyed these
little passionate kisses, she didn’t want him
to stop. He looked her in her eyes, his left
hand still on her breast, she gazed back with a
tender smile. He felt a wet spot forming on the
tip of her breast through the blouse. Removing
his hand he looked down, two growing wet spots
were obvious. Well, you know I can’t resist it
when you kiss me between my breasts she said
with a gentle tug to his sleeve , I can’t wait
any longer, let’s go in the bedroom.
He followed her
as she led the way to the bedroom her right arm
pressing over her right breast and her index
finger on the tip of the nipple of her left
breast under her blouse. There was a king size
bed with several pillows on it. With her free
hand she quickly fluffed up and positioned two
big pillows against the headboard then proceeded
to sit comfortably into the pillows. She placed
another pillow on her lap. Come here my big
strong husband, she said as she quickly
unbuttoned her blouse. He did not need a second
invitation, he quickly got into position with
his head and shoulders on the pillow facing her.
Her lacy bra was beautiful, the nipples and
areolas were obvious through it’s translucent
wetness. She put her right fingertip back on her
bra over her right nipple as he continued to
position himself. Ready? She said quietly, yes.
The bra was a front closure and with one quick
move she unhooked it dropping her breasts out of
the cups. They were so full they were not
sagging, they appeared to be standing at
attention aching to be suckled. The nipples were
erect. Three small sprays of milk were timidly
coming from the left nipple directly in front of
him, dribbles came from the right. He reached
his right hand underneath him up to support her
left breast and slipped his other hand
underneath hers to stop the flow from her right
breast. She reached out with her arms encircling
his upper body and gently pulled him into her
breast. He began suckling and felt the wonderful
arousing sensations of multiple sprays of milk.
The nipple, soft, warm and thick, yielded to his
every effort with his lips and tongue. Swallow,
swallow, swallow, the breast was becoming
softer. He explored her other breast with his
right hand being careful to keep his index
finger on the tip of the nipple, he marveled at
how full it was, how long she had waited.
Maria had her
eyes closed enjoying every minute. It was always
a bit arousing to her to experience these
intimate moments together breastfeeding Ken. She
didn’t mind one bit being a little aroused all
day long. She ran her fingers through his hair.
She unbuttoned the two top buttons on his shirt
and felt his chest hair. He fondled her free
breast gently in response. She ran her hand
along his ribs, side and hip wondering if he was
affected by this encounter with her, the same as
almost every other time they had done this. Her
hand rested on his hip as he continued to
suckle. Gently she slipped her hand down to find
out what might be under the fabric of his pants,
sure enough, he had an erection. She was
reassured because she wanted him to be aroused.
She sighed, leaned forward and whispered in his
ear; I love you. I never thought it possible to
experience such passion and pleasure as I have
with you, don’t stop. Do you think it is
possible to have more if you make me pregnant
and we have a baby…
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