Exploring Taboos

ZACH

I clumsily stumble through the door, colliding with the shoe rack. As I try to kick off my shoes, gravity seems to have a mind of its own. I end up on my butt, looking up at Tyler, who hasn’t had a single drink. Just water. It’s early morning, just past one, and I’m about to have my husband in the living room. He doesn’t know it yet.

“Can you help me up, love?”

He smirks, not saying a word, but extends his hand to me. We walk hand in hand, clumsily making our way into the living room, a space we don’t often occupy. The piano now sits proudly in the corner. I’m tempted to ask Tyler to play for me, but I don’t want to disturb the girls or Callum. Instead, I guide him to the small bench Callum built by the bay window.

“I want you, love…”

“Then have me,” he says, giving me permission. I kiss his neck, biting his sensitive spot to make him squirm.

“Zach?”

“Soon, love. Take off your pants.”

He does, quicker than I thought possible, and there’s no underwear to obstruct my view. My fingers find their target, pushing inside him to stimulate his prostate. His cock grows full and heavy with the desire I’ve ignited.

“Sir?”

“Bend over, love, brace yourself.”

My cock is hard and in my hand. I stroke it a few times, watching Tyler be the good submissive he is as he bends over, presenting himself for me. I watch his reflection in the window as I enter him, agonizingly slow. His face—the mix of pleasure and pain that crosses his features makes me pull out and repeat the process.

“I love you, my love.”

“I love you too, Zach…sir.”

I lose control, thrusting in and out of him rapidly, taking him how I need until I climax inside him, holding his cock in my hand to catch his release. Once we’re both spent, I bring my hand to my mouth, tasting his release. Absolutely divine.

“You taste wonderful, my love…”

He kisses me, his tongue sweeping over my lips and then into my mouth.

“You taste better, sir.”

VIOLET

A good night’s sleep can do wonders for your body and mind. Especially when you’re nestled between the three men you love and your child who seems to have slept well. Better than most children, I’d say. In fact, I’m the first one awake this morning, probably because I went to bed early. I fell asleep at six p.m., and we haven’t left the bed since. I drifted in and out of sleep as Ella did, breastfeeding while snuggling up to Callum.

The light from the rising sun is barely peeking through the open blind above me. The early morning sky is still a dark blue, dotted with shining stars. I love the skylight windows for this very reason. The sky is breathtaking late at night or early in the morning, and we often leave the blinds open to appreciate the beauty Mother Nature offers us. Except for Zach. He’d prefer the blinds to be permanently closed, but as long as one of us closes them before he wakes up, he’s okay with it.

Zach and Tyler came home pretty late last night, Zach slightly tipsy when he dramatically fell into bed next to Tyler. Zach had invited the twins, the ones he left me with at the club that time, and a few other friends I don’t know for a belated birthday celebration meal at the hotel. We could have gone. Zach had invited us, but I didn’t want to leave Ella, and I didn’t want to take her either. And Cal just so happened to decide to stay with me.

I enjoy living in this bubble we seem to have at the house. It’s just the five of us, with Catherine and the occasional visitor. I don’t have to be dressed or look presentable. I nap when Ella does, and I can breastfeed her without feeling anxious. I haven’t yet managed to breastfeed her in public without feeling anxious. The other day at the Chinese restaurant, I had an anxiety attack because I thought a couple was staring too much. Everyone assured me they weren’t, but every time I looked up, I locked eyes with one of them. It made me question whether it was okay to breastfeed in public.

I know it’s a natural thing, and I wouldn’t want Ella on anything but my milk, which is why I’m pumping or using the Hakka. But what if my milk dries up one day? I need a backup supply in the freezer. It’s my insurance policy, so to speak, having my milk frozen in the deep freezer for when it’s needed.

Ella starts to fuss on the pillow next to me, so I immediately pick her up after sitting up a bit. Using my pillows to cushion her against my body, I help her latch onto my right breast. My body quickly realizes what it needs to do, and I feel a tingly sensation run through my breast before my milk starts flowing. I can’t quite describe it, but while feeding her, my whole body tingles with warmth. I feel relaxed and drowsy, but I start leaking from my left breast because I forgot to reach for the Hakka. I’m naked and don’t have anything to clean it up with. It’s a warm trickle as it slides down my body, and I watch the descent of the creamy-colored liquid that my body produces. I still can’t believe my body makes something so precious that feeds and nourishes my child.

“Can I help?” Callum’s voice is sleepy, but he leans over, licking from my navel to my breast, cleaning up the trail of milk that descended my body. “Want the Hakka?”

I nod before changing my mind, not wanting to upset him.

“If you want to…you can...” He pauses for a moment before reaching out to me.

“I don’t need it. Yes, I would like it, but you don’t have to let me. I understand you want to stockpile, baby.”

“I do, just in case.”

“Then let me help you?” He reaches over to the Tupperware box for the clean Hakka and attaches it to my nipple.

My breast is almost engorged at this point, solid and firm. It’s full of milk from however many hours Ella had slept. In fact, I don’t remember waking up at all last night. And as the suction from the handy silicone pump starts to work, I realize just how painfully full that breast feels. It’s almost pulsating with the need to expel the excess milk that’s quickly filling the Hakka.

“Did Ella have a bottle last night?”

“I didn’t get up to her. I don’t remember hearing her either,” Callum lays down, resting his head on my shoulder.

Could she have slept through the night from midnight? Surely she’s too young to have done that?

“What time is it?”

“Twenty past six,” I suppose six hours really isn’t that long when she had both breasts before she fell asleep, and she did have a few disturbed days before that. Maybe she really needed rest just as much as the four of us did.

“Maybe she slept through six hours.”

“She normally goes from two till six, so maybe she decided to go from midnight until six?” he suggests.

I smile, reaching for Callum’s hair to play with, threading my fingers through the soft strands. He rarely uses products, unlike the others, meaning I can do this often.

“Are we blessed with a good child, or is Tilly part demon?” I ask aloud, making Callum chuckle lightly.

“I’d like to say the latter, but I think Ella is really easygoing. Which might be a bad thing.”

“Why’s that, Cal?”

“Our next child might not be as easy. Damn, if the next one is Zach’s, can you imagine how hellish that child will be?”

“He’s not all bad,” I frown while he kisses the side of my breast lightly before speaking again.

“I’ve heard horror stories about his temper tantrums that later lead to unruly behavior.”

He couldn’t have been that bad, or Carla and Jerry wouldn’t have wanted a second child.

“He’s not all bad,” I repeat, earning a laugh from Callum.

“I suppose not, baby, especially not in bed,” the mention of Zach in bed brings up questions in my mind that I haven’t yet asked Cal.

“Have you guys, you know…had sex?”

“Had sex?” He laughs quietly. “I’ve been with them but haven’t tried the other way around yet.”

“Because you don’t want to?”

“I want to, but things seem to get in the way. My feelings, Ella being born early, Tilly staying. Don’t worry, Vi, we will get there,” I smile at his reassurance.

“I never thought you would be interested in them.”

“Me either, Vi, but I am.” I’m glad he is. I enjoy watching Tyler and Zach together and look forward to watching them with Callum one day. The day I stumbled upon them pleasuring Tyler in the shower is still fresh in my mind. The sight of them together, lost in their own world, stirred something within me, much like how they enjoy watching me with each of them.

Cal assists me in switching the Hakka while I’m in the middle of feeding Ella. I fill the second one just as rapidly as the first, and Ella, satisfied, dozes off against the pillows.

“Wow, that’s nearly eight and a half ounces, Vi,” Callum remarks, carefully bagging the milk into two separate bags, squeezing out the air, and labeling them just as Catherine would.

“That’s great. That’s enough for two meals,” I respond.

“I hate to admit it, but I think Zach is boosting your supply. It’s almost doubled this week.”

“Don’t let him hear that. He’ll never leave my breasts alone.” Is that really a problem, though?

“Maybe I could step in, have him handle the night feeds while I drink from you?” Cal suggests, a playful smile on his face.

“Why do you both enjoy it so much?”

He turns back to me, pondering before he answers. “Your milk or your breasts?”

I shrug. Either, both. Who can tell?

“I’ve always enjoyed your nipples. I…I don’t know. I find breasts attractive. And to be completely honest, your milk tastes good. It turns me on to drink from you…maybe it’s a fetish of mine? I love how it makes you so incredibly wet and eager for me,” he says, that familiar grin on his face that tells me he’s aroused just discussing this.

And I suppose I’m aroused too, just thinking about them drinking from me.

It shouldn’t be arousing, but it is. It’s as taboo as my relationship with them, I suppose.

“I enjoy it, but I feel like I shouldn’t,” I admit softly.

“Look it up, baby? It’s more common than you’d think.”