“I’m sure it does,” Barbara said.
“Then he offered me a taste. I didn’t know how on Earth I could taste my own milk just then, but he had some still in his mouth, and he kissed me.”
“Oh, boy. How was the kiss?” Barbara asked.
“Mind blowing. I felt like bending over and pulling my pants down right then!” I said. “Don’t worry, though, I kept it together. It seems, though, that Mark is on the way to his epiphany that he loves me, that way, and he always has.”
Hazel began to stir, getting restless, and Barbara gave her back to me. “She needs to be burped,” I said.
“I wish somebody could burp me as wonderfully as you burp little Hazel,” Barbara said.
**
Two months later, Mark had already had finished his de rigeur two rebound affairs, and he was thoroughly over Daisy. One of his affairs was with the Slut Susie, and one with Amazing Angie who, rumor has it, likes to fuck men while upside down, with her legs suspended from ropes.
“Do you have any pictures of you fucking Angie from above?” I asked Mark.
“Don’t be disgusting. How can you talk like that in front of Hazel?” Mark asked.
“Hazel is only three months old. The only language she understands so far, is French. C’est vrai, non?” I added at the end, looking right at Hazel. Hazel smiled back, or maybe it was just gas.
I said, out of the blue, “You know, Mark, you’ve been fucking up a storm, first with Daisy, then with the Slut Susie, and next with the Amazing Angie. Meanwhile, I’ve been as chaste as a Nun who believes the Church’s crap about chastity,” I said.
“I thought women don’t get horny, like men do,” Mark said.
“Boy-oh-boy, did you think wrong! I’m so horny goats are scared of me. I could have a gangbang and still be horny!” I said. “That’s hyperbole, Mark. No gangbangs, please.”
“Understood,” Mark laughed. “Say, can I see your boobs again when you next feed your baby?”
“You can see my boobs anytime you want, Mark. Mis tetas son tus tetas,” I replied.
“Huh?” came Mark’s inelegant reply.
“Joanie?” Mark asked. He was clearly hopelessly nervous.
“I’ve been thinking …”
“Always a dangerous activity in your case,” I said.
“Yeah, well, you once said it was inevitable that we were eventually going to get it on,” Mark said.
“Yes, I remember. I did indeed say that.”
“Well, if you’re willing, my love, eventually has arrived,” Mark said.
Before I could finish saying ‘It’s about time,’ Mark had me flat on my back on the couch, smothering me with a dynamite kiss, as his hands roamed all over my body, but focused on my boobs. It was a magical moment, and only the sudden crying of my baby broke the magic.
I pushed Mark off me, and went to little Hazel. She was, of course, hungry. I stripped naked above the waist (for the benefit of Mark) and let Hazel lunge for my teat like a barracuda seeking its prey. It’s really smart of nature not to let babies have teeth until they’re around six months old!
“Keep stripping,” Mark said.
I felt like saying ‘What?” just to hear Mark say it again. Finally, Mark was desiring me again. Yeah, I knew it would happen, but now it was happening, and that’s no reason I couldn’t enjoy it, right? Instead, I said nothing, and then stripped naked while my little leach remained firmly attached to my left boob.
To my shock, Mark then went down on me while Hazel happily sucked away. Now this was kinky. I knew I’d never forget this moment. Wow. Later, I was on my hands and knees, Hazel now firmly attached to my other boob, with her diaper clad bottom on the couch, while my heretofore ignored pussy was being pulverized from behind, as Mark fucked me relentlessly, and — I hasten to add — happily.
Confession time. I told Mark I hadn’t had (vaginal) sex since the time when Hazel was conceived, but actually, in secret, I had enjoyed a couple of illicit love sessions with the married Mr. X. Those were history now, however, since Mark had stepped up to the plate — where, incidentally, he had always belonged.
Still, I felt like a drowning woman being thrown a lifesaver, as the only man I had ever loved was taking possession — a just possession, I might add — of my soul.
**
“And nothing’s happened since then?” Barbara asked, as I recounted my tale of my fabulously erotic fuck with Mark, and then him acting the next day and subsequently as if nothing had happened. I was disconsolate.
“It’s as if he’s embarrassed. I think he doesn’t know how turned on I got, first to be fucking him, finally, again, and second, to be fucking him while Hazel was feeding from my breast!”
“Maybe he’s not as kinky as you are,” Barbara offered.
“Few people are,” I said. “I’m beginning to think nobody is!”
“You got that right. You need to talk with him,” Barbara said.
“No. He needs to take the lead on this,” I replied. “He doesn’t even know it was the second time we’ve made love. The first time he was blackout drunk and he doesn’t remember. If he ever does remember, then he may realize …”
“Realize what?” Barbara asked.
“Nothing, I was just letting my mind wander,” I said.
“Letting your mind wander?” she asked, not trusting me.
“Sometimes it wanders where angels fear to tread,” I replied.
**
I knew I was asking too much of Barbara. Doug was an infamous womanizer. He was infamous because he was so damn good at it. If he wanted to seduce a woman, he usually succeeded. He’d always succeeded with me, and that’s why I felt I needed Barbara’s help.
Doug is also Mark’s best friend who is male. Those two “shoot the shit” all the time, and Doug had to know, I was sure, about Mark and me getting it on, even while Hazel was still nursing at my boob, drinking up the nectar of life itself, that my now bigger, better, and improved boobs provide to the very young (and somewhat to Mark, too!).
I was surprised when Doug dropped by one day, unannounced, ostensibly to meet my little girl, the incarnation of sweetness I named Hazel. I invited him in, of course. We chatted about this and that for a while, about nothing, really, and all the time he was visiting me I was wondering why. He had never dropped in, before. Then Hazel stirred from one of her many naps. She was hungry, of course.
“This visit was delightful, Doug, but you’ll have to excuse me now, as I need to feed Hazel,” I said.
“Mark tells me you’re breast feeding her,” he said.
“Right you are, and that’s why you need to go, please. We can continue this visit another time?” I said, not trying too hard to be polite, as I had ascertained the real purpose of Doug’s visit.
“Look, I don’t mind. Mark says you feed her topless. I’d love to stay and watch,” he said.
“Why am I not surprised?” I said. Meanwhile Hazel was squirming with impatience.
“No, no, it’s nothing like that. It’s just that I’ve never been lucky enough to see a baby nurse from her mother’s breast. I’m sure it’s one of the most wondrous sights a man can witness,” he said.
“Really, it’s quite ordinary. Now, Hazel is getting quite impatient, and I really do need to nurse her, so if you don’t mind, could you please …” and I made a hand gesture to sweep him to the door.
“You have your hands full. Please allow me to do the gracious thing and help you undress,” he said.