Milk Part 1 [m] imagined[f] | 2016

The wife was right.

There I said it! She was right about her best friend’s daughter being too hot for me to be around, being my type and hinting at me being too weak in spirit.

I love my wife, allot. I will get that out of the way also. But this story is not about my lovely wife. It is about HER. HER is the daughter of my wife’s best friend. Not too young but way younger than me. Dangerous territory, I know. Maybe that’s what makes it more taboo?

The first time I saw her she was there laying in the pool on a float. Golden tan, blonde hair, tiny bikini and fucking hot! I was shaking and not my usual outgoing self. Trying to keep it together so Mrs would not see my perv wheels turing. Ok, I made it thru the first meeting of her. The image running thru my mind as I stroked my hard cock later that night.

The summer went on, the times at the pool became more frequent and SHE was there at times. I became more comfortable with the situation, able to control myself. She was always flirty, always sexy as hell. My perverted mind wandering as the beer swirled in my brain. Seeing her on the edge of the pool fanning those sexy thighs open and closed. My eyes glued to her pussy mound beneath that tiny bikini. Within my mind, she smiles at me as I stare at the peeking of her pussy. Opening and closing of her legs.... It was intoxicating!

The visits blended together throughout the years. Sometimes SHE was there, sometimes not. I always had a great time there though. Memories go to almost golden shower experiences. I personally do not get into this type of fun. The situation at the pool was to pee outside in your swim trunks or bikini's with a water hose washing it away on the side of the house. Most of us would be drinking allot while there so the peeing became frequent with the females. SHE would not be around the corner for modesty. SHE seemed to stare right at me, spread her legs a little and let it go while spraying the water hose on her pussy. I all of a sudden wanted her to pee on me! I shook it off as being drunk. But damn was it hot!

Life marches on and SHE finds herself pregnant and then married not to long afterwards. SHE was even beautiful pregnant, glowing and radiant. Breasts growing and that ass getting rounder. I decided to try and focus on life and stop fantasizing about this hottie I was kept away from for good reasons.

SHE went through pregnancy and brought a beautiful baby into the world. I was happy for them and glad to know I had matured and grew out of my screwed up adolescent fantasies.

Well, not for long! When we visited HER and the family, the talk was allot about breast feeding. Here I go again! I know it is a normal part of life and blah blah blah!! All i could think about was nursing from HER!! And of course my very selective hearing only picked up on anything that had to do with her milk filled breasts.

I always kept anything from escaping my thoughts, kept everything locked inside my tiny perverted brain. Untill......

It all started with just a genuine concern for her baby. I was not trying to do or say anything that would ever indicate what went through my mind when I saw her. Especially now, knowing the honey that flowed from her engorged breasts. I really do not know how the conversation, the texts went to the subject of breast feeding. Maybe I was subconsciously driving it there? But after dancing around for quite a few text, I came out with it! I remember my hands were shaking as I typed the words. The point of no return! I told her I wanted to drink from her! Still remembering it, I find my hands shaking as I type this. Incredible! I know it was wrong; the friendship will never be exactly the same.

Well, thankfully, or not, she does not get into that. I breathed a sigh of relief and a sigh of being rejected. And then looking back, was it really rejection? Or just telling me it does not turn her on? Well, I was probably thinking of only myself anyways. Which is not usually like me(see other stories I have written). All I could think about was draining her. Our texts continued and now she knew what I thought of when I saw her. The secrets were released and I think she enjoyed knowing the desire was there. I think it makes it more desirable knowing we can never do anything else it would tear families apart if ever found out.

We are still friends with a twist. And she knows that if ever her breast pump fails, I will be waiting.