A less exciting movie night

Karina and Mia return downstairs shortly after, your daughter now in a clean white tank top that seems to do more to reveal her breasts than hide them. The girls settle onto the couch and flick on the old tube television, channel surfing until they land on a romance movie featuring a generic man and woman falling in love at a coffee shop.

"Want to join them?" you ask Nadia, the two of you still in the kitchen. Your wife gives you a demure look, then sneaks down the hallway and peaks into the living room at the girls. Silently, she faces you and beckons with her finger.

You follow your wife past the living room, up the stairs, and into your bedroom without a word. She stays at the doorway as you walk past and closes it with a soft thud.

"What, didn't want to join in their movie night?" you ask.

"No, I think I'd rather make my own," Nadia murmurs back, barely audible with her Russian accent. Your wife slinks toward you, pulling her top and bra overhead in a slow tease with each step. It hits the floor just as her lips meet yours, and you harden at the feeling of her nipples rubbing against your chest, already engorged with her lust.

She guides you to your worn bed and pushes you down onto the edge. Your eyes travel up the curves of her body, enjoying the sway of her vein-adorned breasts as she rocks on her heels before you. Your eyes meet, and that demure look returns. She rests her hands on your shoulders, steps between your legs, and pulls your face into her breasts. Her fingers tease your hair as she holds you there for a moment, then travel down your back and grab onto your shirt.

She lifts it overhead, scarcely breaking contact between your cheek and her breast. You look up into her eyes and see the demure look is gone, replaced by a sweet affection. She smiles at you, then gently guides your head further into her breasts, until one of her engorged nipples separates your lips. You tease it with your tongue, rolling it between your lips and edging your teeth against it. Nadia whimpers, her hands cloying into the back of your head and pressing you further into her breast.

One of your hands rises to find her other breast, teasing and kneading it. You gently pull on her nipple, sending a shiver through her body, while your tongue laps against her other breast.

"Oh, baby," she coos into your head, her voice a whisper.

You suck harder on her nipple, turning her whimper to a broken pant, and send your free hand on a journey up her inner thigh. You quickly find yourself brushing against the synthetic cloth of her shorts, a thin barrier separating her sex from your touch. You tease your wife, sliding a finger against the edge of the fabric and slowly exploring your way inside. Her hands latch harder onto your head, pulling you even closer to her breast, as your finger finds its way into the wet inferno between her legs. You dip inside, the melting sensation of her inner walls drawing you deeper until your knuckles rest against the seam of her shorts.

Nadia pants, her breath hot against the top of your head. Your smiling lips drawing indentions in her soft breast, you increase the tempo of your machinations. Your lips suck more greedily from her breast. One hand squeezes her nipple more earnestly. The other glides in and out of her steaming body with a rising tempo. Your wife melts at your touch, leaning into you for support, as you overwhelm her body with pleasure.

"Lev," she whispers, her voice broken. "Lev, oh." A whimper. "I love how you feel against my breast. Inside of me."

"I love the feeling of you," you murmur back, your voice muffled by the soft flesh of her breasts.

You feel the walls of her pussy start to tighten and throb around you, and you know your wife is close to cumming. Again, you increase the intensity of your touch. Faster, harder. She plants her lips into your hair with a moan, barely heard. Her body shakes and trembles, suffocating you, and a sudden rush of liquid coats the palm of your hand. She falls into you, dragging you onto the bed, now quiet and still.

"Lev," she whispers, turning your head to meet your gaze. "I love you."

"And I love you, dear," you answer.

You share another warm kiss, slow and affectionate, as she recovers. She props herself up on one arm and looks over at you, her breasts falling down her chest and resting against your own.

"I forgot what is it like to have you against my breast like that," she continues. "It reminds me of when I had Karina, and you would suck them for hours." She blushes, barely seen against her already glowing skin. "I was surprised the first time you drank my milk, you know."

You grin at her. Generally, you were never especially into pregnant women or lactation, but Nadia had driven you wild back then. Her hunger had instilled an appreciation for the fetish within you, one that had lingered dormant for nearly eighteen years but is suddenly at the forefront of your mind.

You gently grab one of her breasts with your hand, then trace the lines of the veins adorning it. "If only I could drink it again," you murmur, lost in the sensation of her skin. You glance up to meet her gaze.

"If only," Nadia murmurs, then falls back beside you with a sigh. If only, indeed.