Jason hooked his thumb vaguely toward the room he and Kimberly had converted into a nursery. "Piper's feeding the li'l one," he said. "She'll be out in a few minutes." He often referred to his new baby as "the li'l one." His actual name was Tristan, but at six months old, the nickname fit just fine.
With his other hand, Jason pointed down the hallway leading to his music studio. "Annabeth, I wanted to show you the folio of Bach etudes I just got."
My wife made a small sound of interest and followed him down the hall. I stayed behind. Unlike Jason and Annabeth, classical music wasn't a major interest of mine. I made myself comfortable in the living room, slumping onto the sofa and propping my feet up on the ottoman. Jason and Piper were old friends, so we were pretty casual when visiting each other's homes.
A moment later, the sound of Jason's piano drifted down the hallway. That meant he and Annabeth would be occupied for a while. I had just started flipping through a magazine when I heard Piper call out.
"Hey Percy, come in here and keep me company."
I got up and walked through the connecting door into the nursery. "Hey, Beauty Queen," I said. "How's it go—" My voice caught between "go" and "ing" as the scene in front of me fully registered.
Piper was seated in the big overstuffed chair that dominated the small room. She was holding her baby to her breast—and she was completely naked from the waist up.
Piper was a tall, long-legged brunette who had always been a fitness enthusiast. She had bounced back quickly after pregnancy. She and my wife had been best friends since college, and over time, they'd pulled Jason and me into a close four-way friendship. I had always found her attractive, though her full Cupid's-bow lips and slightly upturned nose gave her a cute look that sometimes made it hard to take her seriously. She had always seemed modest in both speech and clothing.
I had never seen her breasts before.
"Things are going just fine, Percy," she said, drawing out the words in a coy, teasing voice. "We're having salad and chicken cutlets tonight—just as soon as Tristan here lets go of me."
"Sounds good," I replied. "How's Tristan doing?"
I pretended to look at the baby latched onto her right breast, but most of my attention was fixed on her exposed left one. It was a study in classical perfection: full and generously rounded, a perfect handful, with a delicate S-curve on top and a firm underside. A rosy pink nipple pointed slightly upward. She had been modestly endowed before pregnancy, but now she was easily a D cup.
"He's doing great," Piper said, still using that teasing tone. "Sucks like a little vacuum cleaner. Feels really good." She looked straight into my eyes and grinned. "Kinda gets me going, if you know what I mean."
Her knees moved rhythmically beneath her brightly colored calf-length peasant skirt, opening and closing in small, deliberate motions. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Piper had never flirted with me before. Now she sat half-naked in front of me, openly telling me she was turned on—and quite possibly touching herself.
"Time to switch sides, sweetheart," Piper said smoothly. She detached Tristan from her right breast and moved him to the left. The baby barely noticed, latching onto the new nipple without protest. "Now Uncle Percy can have a good look at both of Mommy's titties," she added.
"I… um… uh…" I managed.
Piper glanced down at her chest. "You like?"
I decided to be honest. "Yes. They're beautiful, Piper. Really beautiful."
Her face lit up with genuine pleasure. "Why thank you, Percy! It's so nice to hear someone say that." She glanced pointedly toward the closed door. "A certain someone seems to think being sexy and being a mother don't go together. So he hasn't exactly been taking care of my womanly needs, if you know what I mean." She pouted adorably. "But you think I'm sexy, don't you, Seaweed Brain?"
Her eyes dropped blatantly to my crotch, where my growing erection was pressing against my pants.
I stammered, "I… um… Pipes, I—"
"Oh look," she interrupted, staring down at her breast. "This one's still leaking."
Milk was dripping steadily from her right nipple, running down onto her stomach in warm drops.
"Oh, drip, drip, drip," she said with mild annoyance. She cupped her breast and pinched the nipple between her fingers, stopping the flow. "Percy, be a dear and bring me that glass, would you?" She nodded toward a drinking glass on the side table.
I realized I had barely moved since entering the room. My hand was still gripping the doorknob. I fetched the glass and held it out to her, my hand trembling.
"Hold it here," she instructed, guiding my hand so the rim was just an inch from her nipple. "If I squeeze some out, it should stop dripping."
Before my wide-eyed stare, Piper began milking herself. She squeezed rhythmically just behind the nipple, sending thin, needle-like jets of milk spraying into the glass. Again and again she pressed, filling the bottom of the glass with warm, white milk. I stood hypnotized, watching every drop.
When she finished, there was about half an inch in the glass. "Thank you, Percy," she said. "I think Tristan's done feeding. I'm going to put him to bed now."
While she settled the baby in the crib, I stared at the glass in my hand. I could feel its warmth and weight. Bringing it closer, I caught the faint, sweet scent. My mind reeled from the surreal, intensely erotic moment.
Piper returned, her bare breasts jiggling softly with each step. She stopped very close to me, her nipples nearly brushing my chest. "Thank you again, Percy," she said, taking the glass. Her fingers lingered against mine. She raised it to her lips, took a sip, and smiled. "Yum." Milk glistened on her lips. Then she pushed the glass back toward me. "Here, you finish it. It'll make you big and strong."
Still dazed, I emptied the glass. The milk was sweet, slightly thin, and still warm from her body. Piper dropped her hand to my crotch, cupping my hard bulge and giving it a firm squeeze.
"See? I told you it would make you big and strong."
"Fuck, Pipes…" I breathed, leaning into her touch. "What the heck's gotten into you?"
"'Fuck Pipes'," she echoed with a wicked grin. "I like the sound of that. That's the best idea I've heard in months."
Just then, Jason's piano playing stopped. We both glanced toward the door.
"But not tonight," Piper said regretfully. She turned away, picked up a bra from the floor, and slipped it on. It was a sturdy nursing bra with absorbent padding. "Show's over for tonight, big guy," she said as she covered herself and buttoned up a blouse.
We left the nursery and returned to the living room. When Jason and Annabeth emerged a minute later, we were sitting on opposite sides of the room, casually sipping wine and talking about the weather.
The rest of the evening was sweet torture. I struggled between overwhelming lust, guilt over my marriage vows, and irritation at Jason for not appreciating the goddess his wife had become.
"You seemed distracted tonight," Annabeth remarked on the drive home.
I gave her a sidelong look and slid my hand up her thigh. "Only because you're looking especially sexy tonight."
Thankfully, Annabeth was in a frisky mood too. The moment we got home, we spent the next couple of hours fucking like bunnies.
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