I Had No Choice 3

I awoke that very early that morning in the hospital, lying uncomfortably next to my wife Rachel, still in her smock, fresh from delivering our two twin girls, Kristine and Katherine, into the world. The memories of the last day of chaos and shock all came back to me in their beauty and horror. I gazed at the seat in the room, seeing the duffle bag that my adulteress student who I’ve been giving ‘tutoring’ at her mother’s request had packed. My thoughts couldn’t stay away from the way I’d taken and defiled my marriage bed with her supple young body. I felt my boner, already hard from my dreams, just throb thinking about it again and it filled me once more with shame.

I hadn’t realized Rachel was already awake, but she laughed and reached a hand over to my groin and squeezed my morning wood. “Looks like someone is up?” Then she smiled up at me and I could literally feel her love for me. “I’m sorry I’ve not paid much attention to you these last few months. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

I almost cried. “No. You’ve needed more attention than me.” The guilt of my cheating ways ripped at my heart. She just smiled and kissed me.

“I’m still really sore, down there, but this…” she indicated to an IV in her arm that I’d barely seen, “has some good stuff in it!” She chuckled then hugged me again. We hugged for a time until a nurse brought in some food for Rachel and some papers for us to sign. An hour later she had dressed and I walked while the nurse wheeled Rachel, sitting in a wheelchair due to hospital policy, came to the nursery.

We gazed in at the two little clear plastic cribs that held our girls, wrapped loosely in fluffy pink blankets. They were amazingly beautiful little wonders. We nearly cried again as we each were given one to hold as we prepared to head home. The nurses had given them formula late night, but were already hungry, and Rachel just acted naturally, and bulled her shirt up to offer them each a teat and nurse on, taking them both to her breasts. I wheeled her out to our car and after a bit of figuring out how to actually install the two car seats I’d bought last month in my car, we eventually got home.

Now we were hungry as well, so I made breakfast, which we ate in bed with the babies. The girls were ready for napping again, and we put them each in a extra large crib I’d pulled into the bedroom. It blocked up my whole side of the bed, but that didn’t matter to me in the least. Even though I knew it was going to be a rough couple of weeks without sleep, I couldn’t take my eyes off the beautiful little wonders.

We slept more, woken a few hours later by hungry babies, and I made lunch, and Rachel was still taking pain pills every few hours as well. The day seemed to repeat that process until that evening when the doorbell rang. As she’d promised my wife, Judy and her daughter Becky were here for dinner. We’d been so busy that I’d forgotten all about them coming over to fawn over our babies some more. Rachel was so please she nearly milked her shirt, and had to immediately get a baby latched to one of her full tits. I couldn’t help but look at Becky for an instant, realizing that even though she was young, her breasts were already bigger than my wife’s fully milk-laden ones which must have grown a cup size from the way they’d grown. My brain then gave me no choice but to imagine Becky’s breasts swollen with milk and grown even larger as well.

Realizing I was staring at Becky’s bosom for too long, I shook my head of adulterous thoughts and moved to the kitchen to cook for the party. I was cooking when I felt a hand squeeze my butt and whipped my head around, expecting to yell at Becky for touching me here, but lost my voice when I saw it was Judy instead. “Easy Tiger… Becky was right, you sure are on edge.” I couldn’t say anything, and just listened to her while I went back to cooking. “She said you were very rough yesterday.”

I looked at her trying to figure out how to apologize or explain, but she stopped me with a finger to my lips. “She wanted to say thank you and wished you were more forceful and took charge more often, but didn’t want to say anything here because of a promise she’d made to you. She knows you’re going to be busy for a while, and that even if it’s over between you two, she’s grateful for the time she had with you. That’s all, no strings attached.” Then she winked at me, turned and sauntered back to the living room to rejoin the baby shower.

I served dinner and actually enjoyed the meal. For once I didn’t feel like an adulterer any more, with Judy’s little talk. Becky and Judy were both pleasant and Rachel was radiantly happy. After the meal I cleaned the dishes and Rachel asked Becky to help me with so she could talk to Judy in private about ‘motherhood’ issues. She happily agreed and I washed, while she dried. It wasn’t sexual, or school related, and we both just talked about my babies non-stop. After we were done, we came back in and Rachel and Becky were whispering, but stopped as we entered, with wide grins on their faces. I guess they were talking about either me or Becky, but probably in relation to babies.

That’s when Judy said, “Well, tomorrow is still a school night for you young lady, so I think it’s time to head back home.”

“But Mom! It’s not even 8 o’clock!” Becky almost whined.

“Yes, but these two need some time alone…” She said with a knowing smile.

“Oh. Sorry. Congratulations again. Goodnight!” And smiling and skipping out, the two Whitmore girls left.
As soon as their car was out the yard I was surprised again, but this time by Rachel who, having just finished another feeding had gotten behind me and goosed my ass as well. I turned and kissed my playful wife and she looked like the cat that ate the canary as she pulled me by my hand into the bedroom.

Once there she kissed me deeply and said, “Now, you sir, deserve a reward for being the most patient and loving husband that a woman like me could want.” God she always turned me on, and after this many years really knew how to stroke my ego. I kissed her deeply and fully.

I hugged her deeply to me and after a moment broke it off with a little start as her nipples wetly pressed through her shirt and into my own shirt and chest. She laughed and said, “Sorry. I’m going to be milky for a while yet.”

I grinned and slyly said, “Good, then there will be plenty for me as well.” Then I pushed her back on the bed more roughly than I’d done in the better part of a year due to her pregnancy. She laughed and didn’t stop me from pushing up her braless shirt and gently cupping her two breasts. I massaged and gently squeezed watching them ooze a little milk. Rachel squirmed a little, but really began moaning when I lowered my head to her tit and licked up her thick creamy milk around the nipple. After it was clean I sucked in the teat and suckled, just as my daughters had, taking a nice long drink of her hot breast milk. After a few slurps I switched breasts and gave her sister the same treatment.