The dream trip

[Ken]

2023-10-13 https://fetlife.com/users/13398500/posts/10084512

[This is in regard to a lovely woman I met here on ABFH needing help bumping up her breastmilk supply from only drops to be something more. The “nothing below the waist” pact is because I am married and this is an illicit trip being tacked on to a scheduled conference trip where I am speaking. This is 2500 words, so go grab a coffee.]

For six days we leave our real worlds and meet up in a foreign city, weeks in the planning, for a one-time tryst together to satisfy the online desires we’ve nurtured regarding beefing up your milk supply. A tall order for only six days. But for six days we pretend you are my wife and I am your boyfriend. For six days we pose as lovers. For six days we partake in a selfish relationship tighter than the relationships we left at home. For six days we actually love each other and love what we do with and for each other. Until the six days are over and we leave our real-life fantasy world.

But there must be plausible deniability for when we return to our homes. My hands, my mouth, my lips, my tongue are prohibited from reaching your pussy. Your hands, your mouth, your lips, your tongue are prevented from reaching my prick. No cunt to cock, no cock to cunt. Sex, but without the sex. Plausible deniability.

It sounds torturous, but the torture is something to embrace and enjoy! Being so close to fulfillment that, literally, we can smell it from the other’s body. That is what we are looking for in our short adventure. And when it is over, we will have the memories to enjoy and the anticipation of, perhaps, a future liaison.

We meet at the European airport, coming in on separate flights from our respective cities in North America. I arrive first and await you at international arrivals for your flight. Finally we meet in real life for the first time and we kiss long and deep before we even say a word. Finally.

We break apart and I ask the question I’ve been asking online, but I ask it again in real life … “Are you sure you are up to this and you consent to my free use of you outside of the boundaries of each other’s nethers?” You roll your eyes at my choice of words and take a deep breath and say “Yes, Ken … you have free use of me while we are together and we will limit how far we go as we agreed.” My appreciative response is to kiss you again and you enthusiastically kiss me back.

Okay … first rule … whenever we are walking together we will try always either to be holding hands or you will be holding my arm next to me. Preferably on my left, but on my right whenever the street is on our left. Same with sitting next to each other or sleeping, always on my left. And since I cannot get enough of your touch, I demand it of you at all times we are out and about. So you immediately grab my left arm with your right arm and we head to the airport train station.

The train ride to the city with our hotel room is about an hour, and we sit watching the foreign landscape, talking about our overnight flights and how rough a time that each of us has had to get here to our together-destination. At one point in the trip we have our end of the train car empty except for us, with our backs to the others well behind us. You take my left arm and pull it around your shoulder. You take my right hand with your right hand, pull forward your sweater with your left hand, and direct my hand up under your sweater where I find your brassiere and cup your weighty breast through the lace embrace. I trace the edges of the brassiere over your breast, and caress your nipples behind the fine weave. You know how much I love to see you online in your lingerie, and I try to recognize what you are wearing only by my touch. This requires some elaborate exploration, but to your surprise I succeed in identifying the garment! I grasp each of your breasts back and forth and you purr with your head on my shoulder. We get to sit this way for much of the last leg of our train trip.

Arriving at the hotel, the next rule is agreed upon. We both have brought our robes to wear for warmth, but we don’t use the robe ties. While in the hotel room, we must both be wearing only our robes and slippers, with open fronts for free access whenever I want to touch your body. I instruct us to change immediately before we start fully unpacking, and I am struck with finally seeing your full beautiful figure in real life. We embrace tightly, skin to skin between the open robes, and we kiss deeply. We kiss so long that, weak-kneed, we have to lie down on the bed to continue. Finally we break apart and unpack the rest of our clothes and arrange the hotel room as we wish.

Job done, I sit up on my side of the bed (on your right if you were laying next to me) with my back against the headboard. You lie down across the bed with your head in my lap and I reach my left hand into your robe and resume caressing your breasts that are naked now under the robe. Here is where you reach your first nipplegasms from my handling of your breasts and teats. I caress them … I grasp them … I pull them out at length … I pinch them gently. I love how moist they are getting from the milk that already is waiting behind your teats. I lick my fingers in eager anticipation of tasting this directly from the tap. You get more and more worked up and cannot keep your hand off your clit as you jill-off from the orgasms that are rooted in your breasts.

Sated for a while, you sit up and grab the pillows for my first nurse from your breasts. We struggle a bit to get everything comfortable for the both of us until, finally, we are in position. I kiss your nipple a bit before opening my mouth wide and taking in as much of your big breast as I can. I guide the teat to the back of my tongue. Using my tongue, I begin stroking from the edge of the nipple to the end of the teat, pushing against my palate. Sometimes I mimic an infant and flutter my tongue rapidly, then I move to long strokes again. This first session, each stroke of the tongue pulls only a drop or two out into my mouth. Your body responds with a shudder as it reacts to actual suckling instead of the pump motion you’ve been using thus far to be successful. With effort you keep back the nipplegasm as you steele yourself to the task of feeding me.

When the drops stop, I switch breasts and repeat the emptying of the initial drops on the other side. Building up your milk supply is the main objective of the trip and we have been planning for me to suckle you every two or three hours, 24 hours day and night, interrupted only when I have to head back into the city for my daytime meetings at the end of the week.

You have been priming yourself for this. It isn’t long before your drops become more voluminous and it takes me longer to empty each breast. And then it becomes a small stream with each stroke, not just drops. Your body responds to the consistent and effective emptying of the breast, building up more supply to satisfy the demand commanded by the real-life activity on your nipples. As the week progresses, you feel yourself getting fuller each time, and you feel more emptying out each time. I’m drinking more each time and my technique improves with the practice. Periodically we have to do some gymnastics for me to suckle in the proper position to break up any blocked ducts, usually triggering some giggles between us.

Often we fall asleep at night with your breast in my mouth. Should either of us have to get up to pee, then when we get back in bed I latch on again. Sometimes we have to set an alarm to wake us because we are so comfortable with each other sleeping. Sometimes when I’m lying on the bed facing up, I ask you to crawl across the bed to me and hang your udders over my face like a cow as I eagerly suckle them empty. Your body above me, I’m cupping each breast I’m suckling with both hands, stroking it as if I was encouraging the milk to flow. Never have you had such volume with just the breast pump, and soon we are enjoying very fulfilling sessions each and every time. We both are going to miss this so very much when our trip is over.

If I have fed before bed time, then at lights-out I will lie behind you with my left hand cupping your butt cheek and my right arm over your side cupping your breasts and playing gently with your nipples. My cock is against your other butt cheek lightly. You then lean back on your right putting as much of your weight on my left side as you can, your butt cheek now fully on my cock. I love the feel of your weight. I continue playing with your breasts until I fall asleep and stop. You fall asleep soon after since you were distracted with my hand’s activities.

In the morning after the wake-up feeding, we snuggle in bed to soak before heading out to breakfast. You move your head to my chest with your right shoulder under my left arm, my left hand stroking your back, my right hand stroking your arm. Your left breast is atop my belly. Your left leg drapes over my thigh. We lie there for a while drifting in and out of sleep.

At one point while so entwined, you pull my nipple into your mouth and suck on it gently. In my arousal I flex my thigh muscle up against your pubes. Your body responds automatically without thinking, pushing back against my leg. I reach the small of your back with my hand and I push you against my leg, while flexing my thigh again. You respond, again pushing harder with your pelvis, and sucking harder on my nipple. Rhythmically I alternate my push and my flex, and you start purring again as you bury your face into my underarm and fill your nose with my raw smell that you find turns you on even more. To get just the right angle for humping my leg, you push up on your arms and arch your back. I reach up and cup both of your breasts with my hands, and that triggers a faster motion from you against my leg. Soon I feel the cool of your grool dripping on my thigh as you rigorously rock until you spasm in orgasm and drape yourself over me.

When you get your breath, I tell you to throw your right knee over me and my right elbow onto the bed, and then put your left knee over me and my left elbow. Your pussy is stretched open and gaping before my face. I can smell your grool and see it dripping into my chest hairs. Oh, I so want to taste you and eat you for my breakfast, or finger you to another orgasm, but both a step too far according to our pact. I can look and appreciate, but I cannot taste and touch. You rest your head against my thigh, and smell and lick your own grool from where you deposited it earlier. I reach my cock, squeezing the scrotum pump to force it into an erection. Using my grip of death I jack-off to a tremendous dry climax while you slip your hand under your pubes and I watch you jill-off your clit from my incredibly close vantage. I then empty my pump and put my cock to rest again.

This becomes our proxy fuck. Repeated morning and night. Anticipating it each day and and enjoying it each day as accents to our determined goal of bringing in more of your milk. One morning you don’t even wait for me and I awake to your rhythmic humping of my thigh.

You remembered to pack your favourite massage oil from home and a few times during the week I spend 90 minutes giving you a full-body massage. I am sad not to include a yoni massage … we’ll save that for a future trip when, perhaps, we might not be so constrained. I get so much out of my focused attention on your body and your skin. I am relieved you are not refusing any of my requests of you.

We tend to rush our meals out at restaurants so that we can get back in our robes and back to skin touching skin. We have such a busy schedule of suckling day and night, and proxy-fucking each morning and evening. For a couple of days I need to attend my meetings, returning back in the evening to find that you have had to pump yourself empty from being too full of milk. But it has been saved for me to enjoy when I first get back … and then we resume our busy together-times.

The last night is our last proxy fuck, and we settle only for nursing, taking my full portion from your milky breasts every time. Too soon it comes time in the early morning to get on the train back to the airport to head home to our regular lives. Sad that we can’t do this very often, but gratified that we did it when we could. Your milk production has improved a lot and you anticipate you can keep it up with your pump. After all, you will have other boyfriends to feed, but you don’t have to tell them how you became so successful!

But the dream trip is only a trip dream, unrealized due to mismatched schedules preventing the encounter from actually happening. The actual week is spent online over zoom, early in the morning for you and late in the evening for me. Still in our open robes for the cameras to see … but thousands of miles apart that I cannot smell you or touch you or kiss you. And it might be the kissing that I miss most of all.

Perhaps it is for the best as I am so selfish to have wanted so much for this to have happened in real life. And I would have had a damn hard time keeping to the pact.

Written by Ken 2023-10-13
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[Anonymous]

Wow, that is some incredible self control…

[Ken]

Necessity breeds strength. That “plausible deniability” in front of my wife is so important. I’ll never feel guilty suckling another woman’s breast, but I dare not go below the belt. Yes, in this story going beyond the breastfeeding is the “sex without sex”, but I will selfishly fool myself into believing that I haven’t broken any vows.

[Bella]

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[Anonymous]

Read it! I loved it! Now I wanna go on one of those trips! ☺️🤩🥰

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