A Much Need Affair

The squeaks of the mattress springs were drowned by the moans of two people engaged in a dance as old as time. As the tall man plunged his dick in and out of her pussy, Julie writhed in ecstasy and pressed her breasts into his hard chest, the fine hair on it matted by the sweat of their activity. She was too caught up in the moment to notice the smug satisfaction on his face as she raised her hips, eager to take in as much of him inside her as was physically possible.

The man didn't pause in his thrusting as his lips slowly worked their way down her neck to her swollen breasts, to tease her pert nipple with his tongue. When he finally wrapped his lips around the nub and suckled, he was rewarded with the sweet taste of her milk as it slowly dribbled into his mouth. His lips plucked on the bud harder, his tongue teasing her nipple in way that made clear it was no babe suckling at her teat.

The young woman's husband, it turned out, was a deviant who enjoyed having his wife's breasts heavy with milk so Julie was constantly donate breast milk to ensure her breasts never went dry, a fact her lover appreciated greatly as he drank from her. Julie herself enjoyed her breasts being treated this way. Not that she said it, he could just tell she did from the delicious manner her pussy tightened its grip on his cock every time his lips pulled mouthfuls of her milk. He quickened his thrusts into her, groaning as her silky heat engulfed his cock and pushed him closer to his climax.

How did he find himself here? Scott Hicks often asked himself this question. Not too long ago, if anyone had suggested he'd have an affair with Olsen someday he would've sneered at the person and questioned their mental health. And yet, here he was ready to spill his seed between the legs of Julie olsen, brightest witch of their age, wife of Mathew Summers, and the mother of one young boy. She looked incredible with her flushed face, wild curls, sweat and milk dripping down her lush body.

"Harder!" Julie demanded as Scott wheezed from the effort it took to hold back his climax as he thrust his dick into the warm wet heaven of the brown haired goddess who, with her legs wrapped around his waist, kept urging him on. Grunting as he felt Julie finally orgasm, her velvety walls clenching around his dick, Scott bit down into her tits (his way of marking her and making sure she carried the signs of their lovemaking) and came inside her.

When Julie first showed up a few years ago looking to reconcile with his wife and her sister Molly after years of estrangement (thanks to her decision to marry the school rival and bully) he had been caught off-guard by her beauty. Julie had probably always been pretty, not that he'd ever noticed it. The bookworm had never drawn his attention as anything more than an irritation with her prissy attitude and know-it-all ways. He would never have been able to stand the frigid bitch. And yet somehow the swot had really blossomed with age. She was everything he knew his wife, Molly (who sadly got fatten little since the birth of their son, Kevin) wished she could be.

Motherhood had graced Julie with the kind of figure that simply looking at her had been enough to give him an erection like a young boy with his first Playboy magazine. During that first visit, while Julie attempted one awkward conversation after another with his wife, Scott had spent the entire time in a daze trying to imagine what she'd look like naked. When she got up to leave, he didn't miss the disappointment in her eyes (my wife being pissed for reason only known to her) and knew she was never coming back unless he intervened.

Their sons being the same age proved to be rather fortuitous as Scott was able to suggest a play date between the boys as an excuse to see her again and started convince my wife to see the benefits for our son's future because both her sister and her husband are well known in our city. The idea seemed appealing enough to his wife who finally added her wishes to see Julie again, which the brunette eagerly accepted. And so it was that unknowingly that day Scott set into motion what would eventually become his plan to seduce the now brunette sister in law and his former rival in school.

Scott was a patient man. He made an effort to get to know Julie better, easing into a genuine friendship from former rival with her over the next few months. He was always there alongside Molly whenever Julie sought the couple, which was usually when she felt neglected by her husband (something that happened often enough). In the beginning she would tense up at his touch but over time she grew comfortable enough to relax against him when he hugged her or placed his hands on her back (though it was a wonder his wife never raised an eyebrow at his antics since he was never so touchy-feely with any of their other friends).

As Julie grew more comfortable around him, Scott made sure to arrange for their play dates during times he knew Molly would not be around and would often fail to even mention these meetings to his wife. On one such occasion, while Scott sat wondering how he would make his move, the opportunity quite literally fell into his lap when Julie (who still preferred doing a lot of things the herself even though she has many helpers in her house) tripped over some of the toys i purposely left out while carrying a tray of tea things, the hot tea landed on the carpet while Julie fell into his lap.

Not one to waste an opportunity Scott grabbed her waist on the pretext of trying to steady her while she checked him for any burns from the hot tea. Even though there was nothing sexual about the touch, Scott (who had spent the past few months fantasising about Julie in his lap) grew hard from the simple feel of her dainty hands on his chest and arms. She moved about in his lap as she looked him over, eliciting a groan, which she mistook for him being in pain from being scalded. It was only when he shifted her to press her more firmly against his erection did she realise what was happening.

Too shocked by the discovery she remained frozen in place, staring at him in wide-eyed confusion.

He responded by taking her hand and pressing her palm to his hardon so she could feel how she made his dick throb. "Look at what you've done now, Julie," he whispered hotly into her ear.

His wife had been quite the spitfire in her youth. Back then she possessed a lean athletic body from playing soccer and was ambitious enough to want to rise above the poverty she had grown up in. No one would have guessed it, but she had been the one to seduce him. And she had done so quite easily.

In school Scott had been treated like a princeling, with girls throwing themselves at him. Alas, back then he'd been too busy trying to follow his father's orders and keep it to himself (being a son of famous business man comes with his own obligation). After the death of his father and i was wrongly accused of consuming illegal drugs then everyone started treated me as a social pariah. Even if the court had declared him innocent of any crimes it was a well known fact that Scott had always been a bully and some time keep everything about his life to himself. Consequently, in a world where it was no longer considered favourable to be associated with the criminal even though a its not, Scott was shunned by people of his own friendly circle even though a very few as well as in school quite the irony from bully prince to criminal outcast.

Molly had noticed the withdrawn business heir and recognised in him a means to achieve her ambitions. It helped that she genuinely found him attractive. She turned her back on her family and friends by dating and eventually marrying the 'criminal' as they referred to Scott. And Scott, who after the school had grown weary of being frequently snubbed by the very people he had once believed to be good and was so starved of any positive interactions he had basked in Molly's attentions. He believed himself to be truly in love with her (at least for the first few years of their relationship).

Of course, it didn't take long for things to sour (as they usually seemed to do where he was concerned). Within the first year of his marriage and living in our household with Molly, Scott began to realise how truly unsuited they were for each other. The couple had nothing to talk about, apart from their mutual fondness for the game of soccer. And with only each other for company, their relationship suffered from a greater strain than it would have otherwise.

For a while sex was the only thing that remained as good as before; that too changed with time. Molly had long abandoned her aspirations of being a professional soccer coach, choosing instead to dedicate herself to the task of playing the role of Housewife. Despite living so long in a wealthy circle, Molly had not grown up having to deal with the societal expectations that came with being a rich. She struggled to cope with following the footsteps of her glamorous mother-in-law. Constantly felt overwhelmed by her position as the wife of one of the wealthiest family. She found herself swamped all the time planning charities and events and lacked the energy or the inclination to have sex with her husband.

Unfortunately for Scott, where his wife's libido diminished over time his only grew.

As he slowly emerged from his shell and regained his former confidence (minus the bullying nature) he found his sexual appetite had only increased. He often cursed himself for rushing into marriage with Molly, especially once she gave birth to his son. But even though he discretely checked out other women whilst out with his wife, he couldn't bring himself to have an affair--not because he was too considerate of Molly's feelings, no.

Once upon a time, he had been cocky enough to think Molly had been so in love with him as to abandon all else for his sake. It wasn't long into their marriage before he realised, Molly had all along been in love with the idea of becoming housewife of a wealthy and handsome man. So no, he didn't care about hurting Molly's nonexistent feelings. He had yet to have an affair simply because he was too scared of being caught. After years of having worked so hard to finally get people to look past his actions in the school, he didn't wish to see his name dredged through the mud once again.

As time passed, between his attempts to redeem his name and a few good PR campaigns (as well as the public's general willingness to look past the misdemeanours of extremely wealthy man, who weren't entirely hideous to look at) there was a shift in the tide of public opinion--at least where the women were concerned. His past infamy brought him some kind of celebrity status and with it female attention. Married women flirted discretely with him and the single ones gave him not-so-subtle inviting looks. Yet, however tempting, he never dared take up any of the women on their offers. Scott had no reason to trust any of them not to eventually blab about the affair to someone (and there was also the chance of them turning out to be manipulative shrews, looking to use the affair to blackmail him later).

With any other Scott could consider bedding them means he was always the one who had more to lose should the affair be found out; there were no such concerns when it came to Julie. Famous for being the brains of the well known Corporate had her own reputation to maintain (which would be permanently wrecked should anyone discover she was not only cheating on the well known head of police department, but doing so with one of her husband's former school rival and a drug addict according to the school rumors). Well, that's how he justified it anyway. Fact was, ever since Julie's visit to reconnect with his wife he had been thinking of ways to get the delectable woman under him.

"Fuck, Julie!" he groaned, using her hand to rub up and down his length. Even though he still had all his clothes on, it felt so good to do this with her. "You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now, julie!"

She gasped at his words; finally startled out of her shocked state. She pulled her hand away from him as if burnt by his cock and hastily got up from his lap. Looking away, she mumbled an apology before taking off, even though they were in her house at the time.

Realising he had probably gone too far too soon, Scott decided not to push her further at the time. He left with Kevin after charging his nanny with the task of watching over billy until one of his parents returned home.

somehow Julie didn't stop the play dates between their sons or tell his wife about the incident (even if she made it a point to confirm Molly would be present before every visit), which he took to be a good sign. At the very first opportunity he found himself alone with Julie again, Scott apologised profusely for his lack of restraint. From then on, he kept his distance from her for the next couple of months until it became obvious that she missed spending time and talking with him like they did earlier.

Scott made his first calculated big move when Billy left his Wwe figurine set behind during one of their visits to the Manor. The next time Julie visited, Scott kept the item in his bedroom and waited in there with the door purposefully left unlocked and since the servants were barred entry to his bedroom unless called by Scott or his wife was to their bedroom, Julie would have to come herself to retrieve the toy. After that, it was only a matter of timing it just right so when the witch entered the open bedroom she walked in on a naked Scott sprawled on his large bed, stroking his hard cock.

Hearing her footsteps approach, Scott closed his eyes and moaned her name out loud while stroking his cock a little faster.

"Julie, Julie." he moaned

She gasped.

He opened his eyes and turned towards the sound. He watched her watching him, but didn't stop stroking his cock.

"I'm sorry," said Julie, "I can't help it. It's been so long since I...since I..." he thrust his hips up harder into his fist. "I've been so hard since you came here today--I keep thinking about that day." He was panting now. "I keep thinking about how amazing you felt. How good your hands felt on my body--Gods! You've got me so hard, it hurts."

Julie felt like she had been Petrified. She was completely shocked by Scott's actions, and yet couldn't look away from the sight of this beautiful man stroking his cock while thinking of her. She couldn't remember a time anyone had made her feel so desired. Mathew was always off his station and even when he was around, he didn't see her as anything more than Billy's mother. Sex between them, though kinky, was hardly satisfying. To be honest, the lactation made her feel less sexy and more like a cow. At least it had, till Scott. She had noticed him looking at her breasts or trying to peek down her blouse. She had also been aware of those not so innocent 'accidental' brushes he was so fond of. But, she'd found his attention far too thrilling to put an end to it by calling him out on his inappropriate behaviour. And watching him fist his beautiful cock, she wondered, did she really wish put the brakes on whatever was happening between them?

Julie was so captivated by the sight of Scott's hand sliding up and down his cock and the way his hip jerked off the bed every now and then, she did not realise he had been talking to her.

"--I'm so tired of imagining what they look like--for fucks sake, Olsen! Please, take off your top. I want to cum looking at your beautiful tits," he pleaded.

Scott thought he would cry when he finally saw her breasts; they looked better than anything he had imagined. Dusky rose nipples sat atop golden hued sacks of flesh that sagged only a little from their sheer weight. He had always preferred busty witches and while Molly possessed fairly small breasts her nipples had been highly sensitive, at least until motherhood. She no longer responded to any attention he paid to her chest (and boy, had he paid it some attention in the past few months as he tried to pretend it was julie's pillowy breasts he was kneading).

He approached her while continuing to rhythmically stroke his cock. Scott licked his lips wanting to suck on her mouth-watering nipples that had begun to harden into tight buds (the only reaction from her) under his gaze. She remained absolutely still with her blouse and bra cup pulled down below her breasts. Just as he was about to cum, he placed his free hand heavily on her shoulder, pushing her down to her knees, just in time to jerk ropes of his hot cum over her breasts. His hand remained on her shoulder, keeping her in place until he was done cumming. He used both hands to tenderly massage his cum into her breasts, making sure to play with her nipples while he did so. Satisfied with his handiwork, Scott wordlessly turned and headed to the bathroom, leaving behind in his bedroom a stunned Julie olsen on her knees with her tits out (his cum drying over them) and her eyes glazed over.

Their affair only progressed from there.

The next time they had an opportunity to be alone Scott again talked Julie into letting him jerk off to the sight of her naked breasts. When he was done, he surprised her by lewdly suckling on her teats. In return he was wonderfully surprised to find his mouth full of milk.

He had never tried Molly's milk when she breastfed Kevin. In fact, for the sake of maintaining peace in his household Draco had spared Molly his attentions for most of the pregnancy (and long after the Doctor's declared it safe to resume relations). She was always so cranky, angry, or just plain tired during that period then Scott had preferred to become better acquainted with his hand. Now though, as he feasted on Julie's plump breasts and felt her moan and wriggle in his arms from his attentions, he wondered if he had missed out.

Once again, Scott mentally cursed Mathew's good fortune. Early on, he had figured out from his conversations with Julie that the head of cops didn't take the time to appreciate or enjoy his wife now a days. Well, I for one was no fool and he intended to take full advantage of Mathew's oversight.

While Scott took his time licking and sucking each of her delectable nipples, from the way she was rubbing herself against him, she was quite obviously desperate for some form of release. Thinking it would be easier to ask for forgiveness later than risk being refused right now, without any warning his fingers squirmed their way into her homely panties and rubbed her pleasure bud all the way to a messy climax.

The time after that he placed Julie on the bathroom counter while he sank to his knees and licked her pussy through her panties. Things went the same way a few more times. He would play with her breasts and finger her, but only lick her pussy through her panties. He observed during this period that Julie's choice of underwear gradually got sexier. Later at night, when he would lie in bed alone, tossing off to the memory of everything he'd gotten up to during the day, He couldn't help but preen a little over the idea that someone as sexy as Julie was making an effort for his benefit. The first few times the brunette had worn plain, functional underclothes, but recently while her outer garments remained the same elegant-though-modest style, her innerwear had changed to naughty scraps of lace and silk (and as if that wasn't enough she had even started to shave her pussy completely bare).

It was during a dinner visit to her house when Scott finally got a taste of julie's bare pussy. Scott and his wife had been invited to dinner at the Mathew's residence. As per usual, Mathew was busy at work, which was fine with him, who usually tried to ensure he was unavailable on days mathew was.

In the past, despite Scott's best efforts there had been times when interacting with Mathew had simply been unavoidable. More than one dinner Scott had been forced to patiently endure listening to Mathew talk either about his very exciting work of pushing paper as the Head of the Department, or Soccer. Molly always appeared to enjoy Mathew's dull tripe, oohing and aahing (and at times even giggling!) over everything he had to say. Frankly, if Scott had not been so deeply in lust with Mathew's wife, he might have taken offense to his wife blatantly flirting with the him. Thankfully Julie was far more sensible, looking bored to tears whenever her husband spoke. A polite nod now and then would be her only contribution to those conversations.