Suburban Milk Maids 2. Suburban Milk Maids, #2

Once Sara got her friend Joan lactating, which resulted in the expected bigger breasts but also gave Joan an increased libido, Joan found her life changing in more ways than she could imagine. Unable to control herself, Joan shamelessly flirted with and then bedded Sara's husband, Malcolm. Getting as much a thrill from betraying her friend, Joan starts arranging it so that she can control not only Malcolm, but Sara as well.WARNING! ADULT READERS ONLYThis is a 10, 000 word lactation erotica/adult nursing novella that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions.
It focuses on adult nursing, milk sharing, cheating spouses, and other sexually explicit themes that not all members of the public will enjoy. All characters are 18 or older. Excerpt:When do I get to have you suck on my tits again? Joan almost hated herself for writing the words and sending the message to Malcolm. It wasn't who she was. Maybe she wasn't a perfect person but she knew the difference between right and wrong and expected behaviors in a marriage.
The worst possible response was Mal texting her back telling her never to call or text him again. That wasn't his reply. When do you want me again?Joan sighed with relief and happiness. She couldn't admit to herself there was a good dose of lust mixed with her response. The thought of Malcolm pulling off her pink lace panties off while he suckled from her made Joan shiver. Today. Right now. Her answer was far too honest but she sent it anyway.
His reply was quick. Apparently he wasn't that busy at work. That's not possible right now. What about this afternoon?It took a ridiculous amount of back and forth to find a time and place that worked for them. After they were done Joan briefly wondered how married people who had affairs did it, all the planning and secrecy and stolen moments. The moment Joan realized that she was one of those married people who had an affair made her stomach tighten with guilt.
Then she realized she was still incredibly turned on. Since she was in her office at the moment there was little she could do about it. Glancing around she noticed that no one in her office who had taken the least bit of notice at her furious texting. Sexting? Planning? There was a solution and she was loath to do it, but her body called out to her and at this point in her life Joan was learning to obey the desires of her body.