Milky Quests

"Honey, you're sure your cousins fed him breakfast?"

"Yes babe, don't worry"

Once a month, the whole clan -- cousins, in laws, extended family - drove to her in-laws farmhouse. Her son had gone to her husband Arun's brother's house last night for a sleepover. As a result, they the couple was driving to the family farm house by themselves. They had a lazy morning. She slept in, he was able to get in a few work calls and they had decided to start and reach at a leisurely pace, after a peaceful morning. But in this idyllic morning, there were problems.

"Honey" she cooed shyly. "You haven't had your morning... you know". After 7 years of marriage, she was still shy to name it.

"My morning what?" He teased. His face was deadpan, but they had been married for a long enough time that both knew he was teasing her.

He enjoyed making her say things that made her blush. A habit set in the early days of their courtship and still continuing strong

"Honey" she looked at him with big eyes "You know what I mean"

"My vitamins? My morning coffee?" He asked, mock serious.

She sighed, realising he was determined to make her say it "You're morning suck". She coloured red slightly as she said it.

He grinned from ear to ear and developed an immediate hard on. After 7 years and 1 child, he was still infatuated with her, wanted to possess more of her. His mind went back to their first breastfeeding session.

FLASHBACK

They had started adult breastfeeding 2 months before their son was born. They both enjoyed breast-play immensely and had hoped her milk would come in before the birth. But nothing could have prepared either of them for the actual occurrence. The first time a drop of yellow-white, thick liquid had trickled slowly out of her maroon areola, it was a miracle for them both.

Right before the milk came in, her breasts had felt heavy and there was this insistent fullness that wouldn't quite leave, no matter what she did. And when his tugging mouth had finally coaxed her aureole to yield its opaque treasure, there was a sharp twinge, and relief so strong she wanted to cry. She had fallen more deeply, more irrevocably in love with him, at that minute. She had been sitting at the edge of the sofa and he had kneeled in front of her. Watching him drink had been emblematic of the perfect harmony of their bodies, the alignment of their natures. Her milk was flowing into him, as his seed had flowed into her. It was the perfect circle. A miracle

For him, the sight of the single drop of thick yellow colostrum hanging by a sliver from her engorged red nipple had blown his mind. He had been kneeling, but when it appeared, he sat back on his heels, mouth open, just watching. Nothing could have prepared him for it. He wanted to immortalise the moment, make a marble statue of the drop of milk hanging from her right breast, have someone saw his cranium and stamp the image inside his brain, broadcast the image on Times Square New York, run shouting in the streets for joy.

He had looked at the magical drop for a full minute in awe. Her body had always amazed him - the softness and delicacy of it. But this was entirely different feeling. It was a miracle, alchemist out of her flesh. More miraculous than his child growing inside her, because a baby was planned for, was unexpected. If she had sprouted angel wings from her back or her legs had turned it a mermaid's tail, he would not have been more surprised. He had leaned over, very gently, tentatively, worried about hurting her, and delicately licked the drop off her nipple. With infinite care and slowness. Savouring not just the taste, but the whole intoxicating moment. The first drop. A hymen stretched; a Rubicon crossed. They both knew they were on the cusp of something revolutionary in their relationship.

The drop was warm from her body. Thicker than the regular milk he was used to. Yellow. Its Taste like childhood and berries. As soon he consumed it, he felt something shift inside him, settle in, and lock into place. At the first time, only 4 drops of milk had appeared, but oh! How precious they were to him. He tried sucking out more, but once it was clear her breasts had decided to ration only 4 drops that day, he lay his head on top of her large stomach, cheek to cheek with his son, and she had stroked his hair, both of them moved beyond words, close to tears.

They both understood instinctively their relationship had changed irrevocably.

Though they had already been very much in love, breastfeeding had added an angle of nurturing and care to their relationship, deepening an already strong love.

They had had very tender sex afterwards. Not sex as much as making love, a contract signed between them in flesh, recognising that everything had changed now.

Later that week, he took her out for dinner and presented her a set of pearls - earrings and a necklace with a large milky pearl hanging on a thin, nonexistent platinum chain. He whispered into her ears (which were hot with blushing) "I searched for the exact shade of your milk, and the shape that reminds me most of the first drop". He often made her wear this set when suckling at her. The innocuous gift was a suggestive, secret code between them in public.

From that first day onwards, he regularly drank from her. Once he suckled at her for 76 minutes straight, in hopes of coaxing her breasts to yield more. He was in the grip of lactic obsession. He would arrive late at business meetings, leave movies mid-way, arrive home unexpectedly in the middle of the day, just to drink from her.

Refraining from sex before and after their son was born was no hardship. But refraining from drinking from her after she gave birth was an unexpected challenge. Since it was a delicate pregnancy, the doctor had advised abstinence for the last trimester and 4-5 months after delivery. Surprisingly though, not having sex with her was easy. As she grew with his son, he had the urge to protect her, wrap her in cotton and keep her safe from the world and happy. Abstinence had not been an issue for him at all.

The months Arun had to wait for his son to wean himself off were the longest in his life. Secretly, he enjoyed drinking from her even more than he enjoyed making love to her. And he enjoyed making love to her a lot. A lot, a lot. Sex satisfied the adult man in him. Drinking soothed the child in him. Drinking from her healed him. It was a more primal need than an adult relationship could ever have been. As soon as their son has self-weaned, he had moved in and taken ownership of the bounty of her milk firmly.

He would drink from her multiple times a day, to their deep mutual satisfaction. It was not unusual for them both to fall asleep with him latched onto her, or for her to wake up to his mouth perfectly suckling whichever breast was closest to him. He always drank from her in the mornings, emptying out what she had made for him throughout the night.

PRESENT DAY

So she was very surprised that he was dilly dallying and avoiding her. The pressure was building up a bit and she missed the routine as much as she wanted the physical relief.

"Get up on the table, baby" he said to her. This was something they could do today, since their son had slept over at his cousin's.

She obediently climbed on top of the edge and sat with legs dangling off the table edge. He came towards her slowly, parted her legs and stood between them. He undid the belt holding her silk robe, took one breast gently and tentatively between his lips, but did not suck. She patted his shoulder in annoyance and he teased her by licking around the aureole but not sucking

"Aru!" She chided in indignation and he laughed. He started suckling in earnest then, taking large swallows. As her breast drained into him she sighed in relief and put her head back, thrusting more of her chest into him for his easier access. When he was only half done with breast, he shifted to the other one and proceeded to suck only half of the milk.

Perhaps the lazy morning had put him in a horny mood (not that he needed encouragement) or not having their son around made him want to make the most of their time, because he surprised her by running his hands up her thigh, tickling her damp softness. He gently dipped one fingertip of his left hand inside her, while continuing to suck on her right breast. Lazily, he circled her clitoris with a forefinger. After 9 years together, he could tease her body expertly, and he smiled on her breast, when he felt her arch into him.

He put one, then two fingers inside her, finger fucking her slowly. He tapped a morse code message on the rough bumpy patch on the upper side of her vagina, nibbling at her nipple simultaneously. The reaction was immediate. Her wetness flowed into his hand steadily. Her body was always generous to him, showering him with love and fluid. He marveled at her generosity, the milk, the water she rained on him. It wasn't possible for him to love this woman more.

Except it was, he knew her taste, and he had a plan for her today. He stopped abruptly.

Aru?" She questioned

"Get dressed, baby. We are late"

"But..."

"What?"

You've left me half full, she wanted to say. Since when do you do this? But he had already walked off to the bedroom. Their ritual was for him to choose her clothes when they travelled for a lazy weekend. She dressed him when visiting her friends, family or when they went out together. She was surprised when he went to her wardrobe and pulled out a button down shirt, a nursing bra and knee length skirt. No underwear.

He then pulled out the pearl set he had gifted her. She smiled when she saw it, coloured slightly, and stepped into the shower. Their ritual was for him to shave her, put on her lotion, and then dress her. He did exactly that. They double checked the electric appliances, making sure nothing was on, checked the windows and doors, and then stepped into his car.

She felt every little bump on the road in her breasts. They both trusted each other implicitly and knew the game was not to ask questions. But she did wish the game did not involve moving half full, wobbly breasts - quickly filling up with milk - across bad roads. Soon the city was left behind and they were on the highway.

It was still far from the farmhouse, and she hoped he would empty her at a discreet restaurant parking lot. It was something they had done before. She also felt the dull, unfinished ache of unmet orgasm, but that wasn't so bad. "A blue vagina" he would joke to her. Unmet need ran through her body, in the upper and lower halves, separately. Her phone rang, it was his mother.

"Hello. Can you talk?"

"Hello" she answered, "Yes, I can... oh!"

He had raised her skirt and put a finger inside her.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing" she said to his mother smoothly, smiling at him. They had played this game before.

"Where are you two?"

He kept finger fucking her, adding another finger.

"We have just left town"

"You're in the car?"

"Yes"

"Where have you reached?". She told her mother in law.

"That's it? You should have left hours ago"

His right hand was on the wheel, with the thumb of his left hand, he circled the hood of her pink clitoris. She gasped silently

"Hello? What happened? Are you okay?" Arun's mother asked.

"I'm here. I think I lost the phone network for a minute"

"Why are you two always late?"

He gave a gentle squeeze to her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped.

"Every single time we have a family get-together, you two are late"

Her clitoris stood erect, engorged, at his touch. He popped his fingers back inside her swollen vagina.

"We have to start lunch late, waiting for you two"

He found the rough patch on the top of her inner walls. He privately called it 'the roof of the world'

"And because lunch is delayed, dinner gets delayed. And then we all wake up late the next day"

He ran his fingers inside her engorged walls, playing her with the ease of long practice till she lay her head back on the seat, panting.

"And you know Arun's father likes meals to be on time and punctual"

If he kept the pace up for a little more time, she would cum. She was still hot from their morning session. His fingers tortured him as much as they tortured her, given that his erection had not gone down after they left the house and he had a very painful case of blue balls.

"Are you even listening to me?" His mother demanded

He thrust a third finger inside and she whimpered.

"Okay, okay. You don't have to cry about it. Just try and get here as soon as you can"

There was unreleased tension were everywhere. Her breasts were now full and ached to be suckled. She felt every bump and swerve in the road inside them. She could see his massive erection through his jeans, almost threatening to burst out of his pants. Her own orgasm was getting closer and she wasn't sure how she would avoid cumming over the car seat, if he continued what he was doing.

She managed to reply "We will be there soon" between panting.

"But tell Arun to drive carefully. He drives too fast"

At this point, Arun took his left hand out of his wife's vagina. He put his wet fingers on the phone and said to his mother "We will be there soon. Play with your grandson. We have to go. Bye" and hung up.

He found a small clearing next to the highway and parked. Close enough for them to be seen by drivers, if they looked. He opened her side of the car door, pulled her out, and sat on the passenger seat sideways, with his legs outside the car, on the ground. Unzipping his jeans, he lowered her onto his dick and started gently pumping into her. It was bad enough that she was facing traffic (even though it was at a distance), but she was so hungry for him that she consoled herself it just looked like she was sitting on his lap. Then he unbuttoned her shirt and took off her nursing bra.

"Aru, honey, no"

He pulled out her breasts and started massaging the milk out. The relief of having it out of her was so strong that despite her embarrassment of being on display, she didn't want him to stop. Inside her, he sped up thrusts from under her, while also milking her. At a distance she saw a car slow down and honk.

The intoxication of his dick, being milked and being watched was too much for her and she came hard. He held her through the orgasm, feeling her vaginal walls milk him, and allowed himself to cum in her after she calmed down.

Both of them were so spent, he rested his forehead against her back, panting. She almost collapsed on the ground, not caring who saw her nakedness, also panting hard. After they recovered, dressed, got back into the car he said to her

"We'll do that on the way back, too"

"Aru, no!"