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    I was topless as usual, and he had been stimulating my tits all morning. He told me this afternoon we were going outside to play. This got me wondering exactly what he was up to, but I knew he wouldn’t tell me more until the time. Eventually the afternoon rolled around, it was around 3pm when he came and told me we had a new activity to try. Normally I would be milked around this time every day, but he said not today. He took me outside, to the front of our unit, which was surrounded by a 6ft high timber fence. Without me realising, he had cut three holes in the timber fence. I had no idea why until he led me to the fence.He positioned me against the fence, which is when I realised what the holes were for, one was for my head, the other for my tits. I shuddered when I knew what was going to happen next. He pushed me closer, told me to lift my jugs and put each one in the bottom holes. I was turning red with shame, knowing anyone walking past was going to see my tits hanging out of a fence. I did as I was told, lifting each tit, putting it through the hole. He told me to put my head through the top hole also, which I did. He placed a black sharpie marker in my mouth and told me to hold onto it. I was blindfolded to block my view and he put ear muffs over my ears, muffling all sounds. I could still hear him when he was close, but it was hard to make out other noises.He took his time in repositioning my jugs, wanting them to hang just right. He grabbed my nipple on my left teat, lifting it and pulling it further forwards, bringing more tit meat through the hole. He did the same on the right, till both jugs were hanging out of the fence.He took the marker from my mouth, and I felt cool strokes across my tits, the marking out of words, but I didn’t know what they said. He wrote something on each and I heard a muffled laugh afterwards.He lifted one of the muffs from my ear, told me to be a good girl, and he would return in one hour. He said my tits said “free milk”. He told me not to move away from the fence or I my tits would pay for my disobedience later. Dropping the muff again gently I heard him walk away, and I was overcome with humiliation being left like this. I had no idea of the time so I couldn’t know when the hour was up, I tried counting minutes but that didn’t last. I had no choice but to stand with my tits on display hanging out of the timber fence.As time went by, I head footsteps beside me, but I didn’t realise until they were standing right beside me, as the earmuffs blocked most sounds. Suddenly my nipples were being played with, gently tugged on, making them erect. The embarrassment almost caused me to pull away from the fence, but I knew I would be in more trouble later if I did that. So I stood there letting someone pull my teats. It was only a matter of 10-20 seconds before a few drops of milk released and made their way to the end of my teat. Although I couldn’t see it, I knew my milk would let down almost instantly and I felt the tingle of it happen.The pressure on my teats increased to a massage, and it felt like the person was working my milk out. They then worked both jugs at the same time, and I felt the erotic pleasure start to build, but it was quickly overridden by the shame of being left like this. Suddenly the warmth of a mouth covered one tit, licking and sucking at the end of my teat. The person moved to the other tit and licked and sucked it also.I heard what sounded like a second person arrive, and both my tits were suddenly covered with a mouth each, and there was a rhythmic suckling started on each one. I swear I was turning bright red, but I also was getting more and more excited as they milked me. After only a few minutes, they both quickly left without barely a sound, leaving me simmering with pleasure but unable to do anything about it.Unable to track the time, I was unsure how long it was before two men arrived – I knew they were men as they were quite loud and laughed a lot. It seems they were laughing at my expense, and I don’t think they were the same people who were there earlier.They were not as gentle as the earlier people, this time my jugs were manhandled roughly, the nipples twisted and pulled hard. I could feel there was still milk in me, but not for long the way they were milking me now. I felt like a cow being made to produce. They both lowered their mouths and suckled hard, almost pulling the milk from my tits. Within a few minutes, they left as quickly as they had arrived, leaving my empty deflated milk bags hanging low through the fence.I stood there, still unaware of the time, until he quietly surprised me a little while later by appearing beside me and lifting my ear muff, telling me it was time to come inside.I pulled my tits back through the fence, he removed my earmuffs, but he kept me blindfolded and walked me back inside beside him. I was still embarrassed and he made it worse by telling me he had watched the whole encounter from the window upstairs. I was so humiliated and when he removed my blindfold, I looked down at my tits and remembered with shame that four mouths had been suckling me just prior. The words “free milk” were across my jugs in black ink, just as he had said.With a spank across each tit, he told me to get to the shower and clean up, then present myself on the lounge for his usual suckling session. I told him I had no milk left as the men had drained me, but he didn’t care. He told me I had better get producing if I didn’t want any punishment. I headed for the warm refuge of the shower, willing my jugs to once more be milk bags for his pleasure…….Seriously, I thought I would have time to write frequently, but I wasn’t being realistic – I have a crazy work schedule and a life ! So I am apologising to all of you for not writing more often.Just quickly, I have been maintaining a very small supply and that’s all, but this past week I am ramping things up again, and I must admit the heavier, full, aching feeling that you get when you make an effort is worth it. I love the feeling especially when my jugs are let loose at the end of a day when I had to wear a bra for work. Because they hang, the pain when they swing and move is enhanced…..for the girls who aren’t at that point, it almost feels just like the pain your tits get before your period, everytime you move they hurt a little…..I have been thinking about something a little different lately – I posted some comments on a website about hucows etc, and I had several people write to me asking if I would wet nurse them…..now that to me, is cheating on my husband, so I said no. However one other man asked me if I would be interested in milking myself online / webcam for him to watch, and he was willing to pay for the privilege. That got me thinking…..could I actually have the guts to do it…..to me that doesn’t feel like cheating as it’s is non contact etc. I would most certainly hide my face if I ever did this…..but the question is could I do it in the first place…..Slow and steady wins the race, apparently !June 18, 2015 4 Comments Well since I last wrote (sorry its been such a long delay, life just keeps moving!), I have been very slack, and barely maintained my supply. I have just been doing enough to keep a few drops and that’s all. I hear what you are saying – don’t stop now…..but to be honest it is hard and constant work. Then I went and dropped my pump and had to send it away for repairs so no pump for several weeks. Ran out of Dom pills on top of it all. Bugger !Seriously the time infringement on a daily basis is huge – I was pumping for ten mins, every 1.5 hours generally. Now that might not sound like much, but having to watch the clock and stop whatever I am doing is certainly taxing on time. On the days I work it is even more difficult, and I was just squeezing my tits whenever I could. When I dropped the pump I had no choice but to do everything by hand, and that’s when my enthusiasm dropped along with my spirits a little. I felt like all the signs were pointing me to stop, and I took that to heart a little, just wanting to give it a rest but I knew I had to at least do a little hand work.However I have my pump back, restocked my pills (love my GP) and have been back on track the last few days. The good thing is that once you put the work back in after already having milk, its so much quicker for things to get rolling again.Maybe it is a little mind over matter to but my jugs already feel a little heavier on my chest, and maybe I am convincing myself they look a little rounder too. Don’t get me wrong, they are saggy bags at the best of time, but they do seem to get a little rounder when they produce.The feel like they protrude again, like trying to push out. Brought a new bra yesterday (same size as usual) so my udders are feeling a little more confined at the moment too. Only because the material is a little tighter being new. Tomorrow I will be hanging them free under my shirt (winter here in Aus) and working them over as much as I can.My sex drive is a little low right now too, so He is not getting much pleasure from me although he doesn’t mind. He always says not to worry, I am not a robot ! That makes me laugh, I hope I don’t perform like a robot either ! He simply means as a human we all go through different cycles and He doesn’t expect anything from me at the moment. What a darling husband he is.Well, best I go milk myself, albeit a few drops. *smiling and waving goodbye*Frustration AND Success !!!!!May 12, 2015 8 Comments Frustration and success……..Let me remind you, I am a mindless cow who is trying to produce tit milk.I sit, every two hours, with plastic cups attached to my teats. My hanging saggy udders. My milk bags. Watching the nipple being suctioned and released through the clear plastic shields. Desperately willing the first white drops to show themselves. Wanting to be able to show him the milky whiteness when he gets home from work. Frustrated that they won’t produce instantly. Patience is not my strong point, nor his. But the adventure is worth it long term.I am being forced to lactate for him. To become his milkmaid and milk cow. He wants to be able to drink from me. He wants fresh boob milk in his coffee in the mornings. He wants me to have tits that leak in public through my bra and shirt. He wants to have them out on display at all times at home. He wants me to have long protruding nipples, rubbery to touch.So I follow my strict rules every day. I take Motilium tablets three times per day. I pump my udders every two hours for ten minutes with the double electric pump. I take fenugreek. I go braless and stimulate my bags and teats constantly. I pull the ends, stretching them, rolling them between by fingers. I manually massage the tit flesh, rolling my fingers towards the nipple to encourage the milk ducts. I stand and bend over, letting them hang, shaking them, swinging them side to side, crashing them together.He suckles them in the evening when he gets home. He also does it every morning. Lifting my shirt, pulling my udder towards his mouth. I am to allow him access at any time. If he says to lift my shirt, I must do that immediately. Sometimes he instructs me to make my nipples hard prior to offering them to him. He says he doesn’t want to see flat girls nipples, he wants hard woman’s nipples ready to be suckled on.My frustration is building, impatient with my own body….. I stare at my nipple every time I touch it, just wanting to see one drop…..watching and waiting……Then success !!!!!!So I mentioned I had a drop or two each side….well that’s still all there is…….How long did it take? Well there was around one week of just pumping and suckling, then I started on the Motilium (2 tabs three times per day – note that some Dr’s say 3 tabs three times a day). Once I started the d**gs, it took exactly 7 days to see a drop.So bye for now, am off to see if I can pump some more !Had to start the process again…..May 6, 2015 3 Comments Due to some fairly important changes in our life, we put a sudden stop to things, just after we started back in July 2014. Only due to a couple of life events that had to take precedence.However, we have restarted things a 2 weeks ago, so I am catching you up to where things are now. So today, its early May 2015 and we are off and running.Week 1 this time was pretty much the same as the original week 1 that I wrote, almost identical, except not as much sex. Week two was a little more interesting.I recently was suffering some reflux/indigestions issues, and my GP put me on Motilium (aka Domperidone). This d**g is used for gastric problems, but it is also the main d**g used for assisting or inducing lactation in women with not enough milk. Imagine my delight when I realised what he had prescribed me !! Problem was, the d**g box only contains about 25 pills. For gastric issues, this is a month’s supply at one per day. However for lactation, it’s only enough for around 4-5 days. As I was only taking it for gastric reasons, I wasn’t able to do much with it for my tits (despite willing them to absorb the d**g while I had it!)I have an awesome GP, and I am not particularly shy when it comes to talking about my health. So I openly told him what I wanted to do and explained why. He was super supportive and was happy to prescribe the bulk amout that lactators use. He did of course ask all the right questions and made me aware of the d**gs contraindications etc. What a cool dud he is. Love his work.So despite my original plan not to use any d**gs, we decided to use it to our advantage to hurry things along. I have been taking Dom for 4 days now, pumping every two hours (occasionally 3), putting my double pump on each jug and willing them to produce. Yesterday for the first time, I saw one tiny clear drop each side! I was ecstatic. It’s not much, but for big udders that have never been milky, this is a great start.My husband is on annual leave right now, so he is around the house sometimes during the day. He was out when I first saw the drops, I was so disappointed I couldn’t show him. What a good cow I was though to make my udders work I thought. He came home a few hours later, and I told him I had been a good milk jug for him and my tits were starting to work. He was so keen to look, he took me into the bedroom and massaged each udder to see what he could get. I was crushed when not a single drop was showing. I felt like a sudden failure. He suckled me, spanked me for not producing and slid inside me, thrusting until he finished the job. Told me to get back to working on my tits. He had to go away overnight, leaving me alone to play with my udders myself. Pump, take pills, pump, take pills, that’s what my life feels like sometimes now !Last night I got one more drop out of one udder, nothing from the other. I am so impatient to see more, but I must learn patience. Today I have pumped as usual, not a single drop either side. AAhhh ! Frustrating.Just some thoughts and dreams

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