Milky Milf 2, Conference Room

When I looked past Lou, I saw her slyly pop a button. She grinned, looked around, and leaned forward so she could open another button unseen. With three open buttons, her shirt flapped easily. The first closed button was an inch or so above her navel, so this was publicly very daring. While everyone’s attention was on the speaker at the far end of the table, Sue discreetly pressed the left half of her blouse to her chest, “accidentally” snagged the right side of her blouse with her pen, and pushed it open for Lou’s viewing pleasure. Not only could I see his eyes locked in her blouse, but I also saw her right tit completely bared and her perfect nipple puckered stiffly.

Lou pulled his chair forward until he was tightly against the table. When he slid his hand up Sue’s thigh, I knew why. I heard him whisper that he wanted to bite her tits while everyone watched, then eat and fuck her on the table. Sue smiled and blushed as she nodded her apprehensive consent as a dare. She also pulled her chair forward. I wondered if anyone heard his confession.

Every time she moved, she bared at least one tempting tit. She confided to him that we’d started to try to create milk in her tiny tits. Lou startled and licked his lips while staring at her bared nipple. She’d slyly snuck her left hand below the table minutes ago. When I artfully peeked under the table, I saw Lou stroking her crotch between spread and inviting bared legs. Sue’s hand was on the enlarged bulge in Lou’s pants, rubbing and scraping it coyly.

I watched Sue’s eyes roll back, close, and blink open, accompanied by little, barely contained gasps. Lou’s eyes blinking and breath gasping betrayed his arousal under my wife’s skillful hand. If she were between us, I’m sure she’d have my dick in her hands too. As we were, I had to sense their stimulation vicariously. If the others were aware of their foreplay, they didn’t let on. The third time I “accidentally” dropped something, I noted that they had progressed somewhat. Sue’s skirt was above her thong. Lou’s bare, stiff dick was in her hand. His hand was under her panties, obviously rubbing her clit and crevice. Her aroused aroma filled my nostrils. If ANYone else dropped something, they would both be publically exposed in every sense.

By 17:50, we’d covered all the meeting topics we intended. Both lovers had avoided any obvious climax. People filed out of the room, slowing when they glanced at Sue’s still open blouse. We three sat, still looking industriously at our notes. Sue ignored the stealthy glances of our departing peers until some dolt exclaimed loudly, with surprise and obvious finger pointing, “Wow, great tits, Sue!” She stared him down coldly, intensely, not bothering to cover her sweet tit. He licked his lips nervously, took a lingering look at her bare chest, and backed out silently, leaving just the three of us in the empty room.

We giggled like silly kids. Just seconds later, Lou asked Sue to remove her shoes, then kissed her deeply. He slipped a hand into her shirt and wrapped two fingers around her nipple, rolling it firmly until they broke the wet kiss, and she was breathless. Like a kitten kneading its mom, he gathered and squeezed her small tit, yet failed to milk it. He lifted her to sit on the table and said, “There was a Graham Norton talk show with Billie Piper, Toni Collette, and another mom who got to talking about squirting their milky boobs. The third mom admitted she thought there was just one central hole in the nipple, so she was shocked to watch milk shoot from many holes, like a fire hydrant sprinkler cap. Toni said she could squirt across the whole room. I bet I’m not the only one who wanted to watch and suck their human dairy. As for YOU, climb onto the table, Sue, and strip for us.”

Wide eyed, she looked at me, then around the room, and out the huge, darkened windows. We could see the people who’d just left as they walked down the outer stairs to the parking lot, but knew they could not see into the room while there was still daylight outside. That changed quickly when the dark clouds rolled in, and I turned on all the lights. Now the windows worked like mirrors in the room, yet were transparent from outside.

“Hey, Lou, if you’re going to make a habit of molesting my wife at work, you’ll have to invite Bev here often so I don’t feel so left out. She can be my lunch, and supply the milk. I’d love to put her to the Toni test and see how far she can squirt. We’ll have to create some kind of guide to wrap around her thick nipples so we get a thick stream and not waste her tasty dairy. Now my dick is throbbing at the thought. Mmmmmmm”