I could only imagine how big it would get once he started mating with a bitch. And that did give me a thrill, although I couldn’t explain to anyone, even myself, exactly why. I just knew that as I became bolder and more aggressive with fondling Jack, that I wanted to do everything with him, if only to try it once. But I had an idea I’d probably like it too.
So this was the day I decided to do it. I’d asked my doctor, Sadie, and she’d said I could have sex if I was careful. That was all the encouragement I needed and Jack needed even less than that. Once he saw me getting our blanket out of the closet, he knew it was going to be fun time and he was already getting excited, which just meant he was following me around, wagging his tail, and sniffing at my butt every chance he got.
I draped it over the couch, because that was the most comfortable way for me. I could sit down on the blanket, spread my legs and Jack would put his front paws on either side of me, leaning over my swollen tummy to lick at my breasts while I reached between us to play with myself and him.
“Here we go…” I breathed, smiling at Jack and coaxing him to take his place. “Up here, boy. Come suck Mommy’s titties … There we go … Yeah, I’ve got milk for you, baby…”
Jack knew what to do and I moaned as I felt his tongue washing roughly over my right nipple. My breasts were fat now, swollen with milk, and they ached from the pressure inside. I’d heard some women didn’t start producing milk, or at least leaking, until after the baby started nursing. I didn’t know if they were lucky or not. My boobs were working just fine apparently, because I was making enough milk for twins by then and I was still two weeks from my due date.
It was nice though, the way just the pressure of the dog’s long tongue could draw the milk from my nipples. They were hard too, and dark now. I’d had light nipples, like pink bubblegum nipples until I’d gotten pregnant. Now they were dark and ruddy and half an inch long easily. I let Jack lick the right one while I rubbed my pussy which was already soggy. I got so wet having my nipples licked, it was incredible.
Rnnnngggg…
“Oh God…” I rolled my eyes, wondering why someone had to call now of all possible times.
Rnnnngggg…
I leaned over, groaning slightly as I reached the phone on one of the end tables. Jack didn’t miss a drop and I probably should have stopped him, but I didn’t. He’d moved to the left nipple now, lapping up my thin milk as it spilled from my breast.
“Hello?” I answered and then I heard Greg’s voice and I just forgot everything. “Greg! Oh, where are you?”
“Still in camel country, Wen,” he chuckled and he sounded so good. I almost started crying right then.
“It’s gotta be like the middle of the night.” I blinked at the clock on my DVD player. “Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah. We just got back to camp, so … How are you? How’s the baby?” Greg asked me.
“We’re good, really good!” I smiled at the phone, stroking Jack as he kept licking my breast, but I barely noticed. “Did you get my letter? The one with the…”
“Pictures?” My husband chuckled and lowered his voice, “Yeah, Wen. God, you are so hot … I got all of them.”
“You like it?” I asked him, biting my lip. “Really? You don’t think I’m fat and ugly or…”
“What?” he laughed at me. “No, never. I just look at them, read your letters, think about how much I miss you. You get me so hard, Wendy…”
“Do I?” I asked softly, and I was so glad we had a decent connection. Sometimes we didn’t when he called.
“Oh yeah, shoot … I’m hard right now just hearing your voice.”
I giggled and maybe even blushed, picturing him in some make-shift phone booth, a telephone exchange set up in a tent maybe, with his cock all hard for me. I was wet too, Jack still working my nipples, and I wanted Greg so badly.
“What are you wearing?” he asked softly.
“Nothing.”
“Aww … Come on, I don’t care what it is. Just tell me,” Greg said, not believing me.
“Seriously,” I giggled and I didn’t think I’d ever stop smiling and laughing, not while he was talking to me.
“Your really naked?”
“Uh-huh,” I nodded, “I’m letting Jack drink my milk.”
I hadn’t really meant to say that, but I’d never tried to keep a secret from Greg in my life, so it wasn’t something I really thought about, whether or not I should tell him.
“Say what?” Greg laughed.
“Yeah! I started getting milk,” I told him. “My boobs are huge!”
“Oh God, I wish I was there.”
“Me too, Greg,” I sighed.
“And Jack’s drinking it? What do you do pump it or something?” He had three older sisters with babies, Greg knew about pregnant girls and new mothers.
“No, he’s licking me!” I laughed. “Straight from the tap!”
“Oh shit!” I could hear Greg’s grin. “You gotta save me some.”
“What?” I couldn’t stop grinning.
“Save me some milk. If you let Jack drink, I want some too,” Greg said seriously. “I should be there. I should be the one doing that.”
“You should!” I sighed. “Oh God, would you really? If you were here? Would you suck my tits for me?”
“You know I would,” Greg said. “I’d do anything you wanted, Wen. So yeah, save some for me. I want to taste it.”
“How am I gonna do that?”
“Just put some in a cup or a baggie or something and freeze it,” Greg laughed. “We’ll thaw it out when I see you.”
“Your crazy!” I pulled Jack’s mouth to my other breast. “I’ll still be nursing when you get home anyway.”
“Won’t be the same, baby. I want that virgin milk…” Greg was teasing me, ” … and you’re the crazy one, letting the dog lick your tits.” Greg chuckled softly. “Man’s best friend. What else do you guys do?”
“Nothing,” I said, putting on an exaggerated air of innocence, like we were doing everything.
“Nothing at all?” Greg sounded happily doubtful. “You didn’t let him lick you someplace else?”
“Someplace else?” I gasped. “Wellll…”
“Heh! I knew it!” Greg laughed at me.
“Not really,” I giggled. “But sometimes he licks the milk that runs down my tummy.”
“Awww what a tease!” Greg groaned. “It’s cool with me anyway. I mean, if you wanted to…”
“If I wanted to what?” I asked and my pussy was buzzing, like it had been all the while, but now I really noticed it.
“Well, you know, if you needed a little lick down … there…”
“On my pussy?” I breathed, smiling into the phone and stroking my hardening clitoris.
“Yeah…” Greg’s voice was soft. “I mean, Jack would do it. I’d understand…”
“You wouldn’t get jealous?” I asked with a giggle.
“Jealous?” Greg snorted. “Jack’s my dog, we share everything. You know that.”
I laughed at that because it was true. Greg fed the dog off his dinner plate, despite all my complaining, letting Jack lick food from Greg’s fork. They shared beer and popcorn and now I wondered if they’d shared women too. I knew Greg had a few girlfriends before me. Even when he’d come into my office that first time, he’d told me about his current one and he’d broken up with her the next day. Completely. So it was possible he and Jack, but … I didn’t think about it.
This was between me and Greg now, and Jack of course, and I felt a tad devilish, just cause I was so completely happy hearing my husband’s voice.