Publish Novellas 17 November 2021
EPISODE 4 – FUTURE
When a sordid past rears its head, partners must determine how to move forward in this revealing conclusion.
⚠️ Reader Discretion: Mature dialogue/images full version.
Arlene considers converting her family room into a lactation lounge. This draws concerns from her husband.
Donald sits Arlene down in their home. “You know I love you and have supported your business venture from the beginning. You are slaying every obstacle you encounter while growing Arlonya without neglecting duties as a wife and mother.”
“Thank you, Donald. It makes me happy to hear that from you,” Arlene replies with a kiss.
“Based on your past, I must ask how you feel in a room full of lactating women. Does it stir any awkward feelings? Are you ashamed of anything you’ve done?”
“You ask me that at least once a week. Being faithful to you is top priority. The interaction stirs feelings, but I’m not going to grab a mom in a room full of people. I rather wait until you’re home and describe what I’m thinking while you make it come true. This arrangement is working for me.
“Here’s the challenge: The women are not covered up all the time. On periodic breaks from pumping, some nurse their children. When that happens, I imagine myself in the place of the suckling. A woman with my favorite color areola exposes them before having her baby latch. There is a woman with one-inch long nipples who has to know I’m staring! Mothers walk around, stretching and massaging their breasts in full view. They assume that since we are all moms, it’s perfectly normal.”
“You describe the lounge like a teenager who can’t put down his first porn magazine. Do you have an attraction for anyone in particular—maybe the one with your favorite color areolae or perhaps Sonya? Could things get out of control if alone with one of them?”
Arlene’s eyes widen because she does not want to disclose her earlier accidental arousal. “Why would you ask about Sonya? She’s my business partner and best friend. I could give you names but nothing is happening, so it leads to unfounded suspicion. You analyze my every thought and action.
“Rather than helping me, what you’re doing now is amplifying my fantasies. After we finish talking, I’ll have you do what I want her to do to me. You’ll be the surrogate and everything will be fine.”
Donald shares his recommendation. “I don’t mind being a surrogate for your desires. But I don’t feel we should convert part of our home into a lactation lounge. You are obviously troubled by some of the things in the lounge. We shouldn’t jeopardize our family happiness for money.”
“I love you and you’re right. This decision has been weighing heavily on my mind. I see Sonya working so hard and feel that I should match her. In most homes, a wife might harbor concerns over her husband coming home to a room full of topless women. It’s a moot point if you don’t feel I can handle it.”
“I’m not saying you can’t handle it. There are two ways to approach this. Subject yourself to maximum temptation and prove you can resist it—or avoid the inner conflicts altogether. Which path is the course of wisdom?”
“I understand. An alcoholic should not stare at a drink in a bar every day to prove recovery. I don’t claim to be straight, but it has been years since I have acted on my desires. You do a magnificent job of satisfying me. But with what sometimes feels like interrogations, I fear your reaction if I slip up.”
“That’s why we talk about it so frequently. It is obvious how much you enjoy looking from a distance. I don’t expect you to be perfect. But if you get to a breaking point, let’s work through it together. If a willing a mom gets flirtatious, let me know.”
“This takes some pressure off of me. But are you harboring an unfulfilled fantasy to enjoy me with another woman?”
“I am happy to continue supporting your female abstinence. But we know you were often with two or more people before we met. I don’t want to rekindle your activity. But if you get to some unbearable breaking point, it’s an opportunity for my fantasy.”
“I don’t need to recruit a lactating mom. If you want my old life, some friends on speed dial can make it happen tonight. But you won’t be able to put that genie back in the bottle! I can’t believe how you’ve been coaching me to be straight and purge myself of wild thoughts. Now you reveal that your fantasy is for me to be gay! Is that the real reason why you want to hear so much detail?”
“Don’t get me wrong, you are fantastic solo. It’s my thought as a contingency—not my necessity. You can’t fault me for honestly answering your question. With all that you’ve done, are you really getting jealous over this? I can’t be angry if you slip while I’m holding your hand.”
“I wonder how long you rehearsed that line. Let’s put this option on the back burner. Tomorrow, I’ll discuss with Sonya some business options that do not involve having a lounge here. Right now, there’s a flower that requires your attention.”
“Understood, let me shower first.”
Warning: Mature story content.
Sonya tries to break the ice following their most recent awkward encounter. “After what happened yesterday, I wasn’t sure if you would feel comfortable having me over. Thank’s for the invitation.”
Arlene endeavors to maintain professional decorum. “This is a business meeting, so forgive me for not addressing what you saw yesterday. Regarding the lactation lounge in your home, you are doing a fantastic job. It is gratifying to watch you scrutinize those breasts to make certain the product is free from contamination.
“With this additional responsibility, you asked whether I might open a lounge here. The lounge was the topic of discussion with Donald last night. Considering my past, he and I agree that me having a group of lactating women here would be problematic.”
“I have tried to respect your privacy in this matter. As a business partner, I can be more supportive if you share more detail. Otherwise any suggestions I offer are random guesses. Can you tell me what triggers concern you?”
“That’s a fair question. The answers will expose my most secret vulnerabilities. I trust you not to abuse this information. I have a long history of organizing unisex activities. Hopefully, there is no need to elaborate on what that means. So a room of women exposing their breasts triggers flashbacks. It is like a recovering alcoholic sitting in a bar.”
“Your unisex activities, as you call them, don’t affect our friendship. I hope someday to have the boldness to disclose my weaknesses. All things considered, you have handled yourself very professionally around our moms. Do you think that our business venture was partially motivated by your past?”
“I can’t deny a tangent correlation. But I would like to think it grew out of a desire to help other lactating mothers.”
“Of course, I agree. Given your weaknesses, have you considered avoiding the lounge altogether?”
With a look of panic, Arlene shouts, “Please don’t ban me. Women sitting around with humming machines that extract milk is not arousing. But helping them remove them and examining their breasts, as you do, is my challenge. It puts my face within inches of their nipples.”
“We know at any given time up to half the women have no pumps on. Despite temptation, you want to remain. What breast characteristics attract you the most?”
“Good question. Understand that I have done everything you can imagine with all size breasts. They basically fall into two categories. Those which are simply pleasant to observe, like flat or pale nipples, and those that arouse me.”
“Which ones arouse?”
“I have a special attraction towards ample breasts with medium to large dark or very pink areola and lengthy nipples.”
“I am flattered that you just described mine and Eden in the lounge. As long as you don’t make the other mothers feel uncomfortable, I won’t tell anyone about your latent pleasure from watching. How do you think they might react if you—trying to be delicate with phrasing—indulged yourself?”
“I imagine that I would get slapped or shoved. Our workers would walk out. The scandal could escalate and jeopardize our business. I could even get sued.”
“All that might happen. What if you had a safe outlet for those desires?”
“Donald is my outlet. When I can’t wait, I resort to a common option.”
“But he can’t totally satisfy your flashbacks, can he? I recall at least three occasions when you were visibly aroused by something I did or said relating to my breasts. Donald falls short in that department.”
“He does a good job. But you’re right. During my past indulging, there was no milk reward. And I have yet to see milk squirt during climax as you described in your case. Lactating infants make me envious. That was probably too much information.”
“It’s nice that you are getting more comfortable sharing intimate details about your true feelings. It’s time for us to resume where we left off yesterday.” Sonya calmly removes her blouse and continues, “We can’t act like it didn’t happen. This is what you want to see.” Lowering the flap on her nursing bra, she says, “As an alternative outlet, you should know that I won’t slap you.”
“You watched me humiliate myself yesterday at the thought of you revealing this. Why are you tempting me again with an inability to act on my desires? It’s like you’re pouring a drink for an alcoholic!”
“I am not here to humiliate you. We both admit some degree of personal arousal during lactation. You said that your past experiences lacked the ‘reward’ that is now possible.”
“Half of me whispers for you to stop. But a hundred percent yells for you to remove your top. That’s terrible math but… neither of us are free women. This will forever alter our relationship. I can’t bear the thought of losing you as my best friend and business partner.”
“Our friendship will only become closer. I hope you are not holding out for Eden with this opportunity right in front of you.”
“Donald said… to tell him if I feel this way and he would help me through it…. I can’t believe you are encouraging my fantasy. Once I start, you can’t resist or back out halfway through.”
Now nude from the waist up, Sonya finalizes the seduction by saying, ”It’s okay. We are clear on exactly what will happen. Your fantasy has become mine too. Without any resistance, I’ll follow your lead.”
Afterwards, they discuss how their actions affect personal and professional relationships.
“I should apologize for pandering to your vulnerability but I’m not sorry. Having someone react that way to my mom body is gratifying! With my wild-girl fantasy fulfilled, I’m over the moon. Where do we go from here?”
“If this took you over the moon. Wait till I send you to mars. I’m the big winner here. From someone who has seen a lot of female bodies, your mom body is amazing. The natural progression is to go beyond top action. But that is often an obstacle for newbies.”
“I don’t feel I’ve reached my wild-girl limit.”
“Keep your pants on. You have mastered the art of seduction. But the next step is not something to do on a whim. It requires appropriate preparation. Maintaining a platonic relationship with you this long has been a struggle. I am no longer embarrassed by my arousal of your breasts, but I still love Donald.”
“Our friendship is intact but I don’t want to leave Greg. I’ll be better prepared for the next step tomorrow. Can we talk more about yesterday? I won’t ever get that out of my mind—nor do I want to. I don’t even have that effect on Greg. How long have you had such intense feelings for me?”
“It began intermittently several months ago and progressed to one or two private fantasies per day. There was no way to avoid it after you sat me down and grabbed my hands. I hope it wasn’t too awkward watching me lose control.”
“Are you kidding? My adrenalin was racing. It was shocking, but mostly flattering and titillating—like having sex on a rollercoaster while eating ice cream. It was the best thing I ever watched. You shed light on mutual desires I would like to fulfill again right now.”
“Okay, then I am happy you saw it…. Even with feelings like this, we still aren’t ready to trade in our husbands. Until Arlonya, our entire lives revolved around them.
“Here’s my challenge, Donald accepts my past life with the stipulation that I discuss every romantic temptation with him. He probes with personal inquiries several times a week. This would be a big secret to keep. Donald will be understanding if I confess what just happened.”
Sonya slips her bra back on and shouts, “Absolutely not! I never agreed to share a transcript of my seduction. Will you detail my anatomy that arouses you so much or the sounds I make during climax? He cannot have such intimate knowledge of me! There’s no way I could look Donald in the face afterwards. I love my husband. But if I didn’t tell Greg about putting breast milk in his cheesecake, I certainly won’t tell him about this!
“The goal wasn’t to come here and wreck everybody’s marriage. I had in mind an innocent afternoon delight. It is similar to the pleasure we admit feeling while breastfeeding your own babies. We don’t go home and confess those feedings as indiscretions. For the sake of privacy, I’m willing to stay on the moon.”
“There will be no longterm relationship without mars and the other planets. No matter how careful we are, our husbands will find out. We will look at each other differently, touch more gently, mention each other with a wider smile. Donald will notice. I might even leave a hickey on your inner thigh for Greg.”
“Don’t joke about biting me. Sabotaging a marriage is a serious thing. For now, tell Donald we agree that having a lactating lounge here is not practical. Being business partners gives us plausible reason to both see and mention each other frequently.”
“I don’t know if it’s possible to look at you with more admiration than I have for you right now. You never said the word, but it is apparent that you are bisexual. Does what happened today mean I crossed that line?”
“Give it time before labeling yourself. I’ll tell Donald there will be no lounge in our home. But I need to figure out a way to respond when we talk about my temptations.”
“What do you mean figure out how to respond? Just don’t mention us. If one husband finds out, he will tell the other. To unburden your soul, tell me how bad you feel about feeling so good.”
Arlene puts on her bra while addressing Sonya’s concern, “To respect your privacy, I will try to be evasive. If I lie to a direct question, I will lose all trust and the opportunity for forgiveness. Without revealing your name, I have already detailed to him what attracts me to your breasts.”
“I take responsibility for where we are now. But I am not as eager as you to broadcast my conquest. The conversations with your husband about my nipples are unsettling. If he ever sees me in a wet T-shirt or if Greg boasts about them during guy talk, Donald will learn my identity. What you say affects my marriage, children, home, and our business.
“Greg is a conservative fellow in and out of the bedroom. When he learns of this, after much shouting, he may give me an ultimatum. Cut all ties with you to stay with him. If you blab to Donald and everything hits the fan, I must know where you stand. Is there a scenario were I can confidently reply that Arlene and I will make it together?”
While putting her blouse back on, Arlene says, “It seems like you may be having second thoughts. We could view today as an experiment in unclogging each other’s mammary ducts. It was a curiosity not worth mentioning. However, if you return tomorrow, this goes beyond curiosity. We will need to be honest about where this is heading.”
“After experiencing their potential, I have a greater appreciation for your breasts. Allow me to enjoy the view. There may be some trepidation about when and how what we’re doing is revealed, but I will definitely be back. I just haven’t heard a good plan for keeping our secret.”
“You have things to learn about a clandestine relationship. Always prepare for an unexpected interruption. What if Donald comes home early? Even if our babies were here, it would not be easy to explain why our blouses are on the floor. There is always a possibility of being caught in the act. If it happens, I will own up to it.
“Donald shouldn’t be here for several hours. But if you want to assure your privacy, we should still get dressed. I will leave my blouse unbuttoned for you.”
“As a contingency, we should work towards moving the lounge out of your house. Our independent source of income is tied to your precariously peaceful home life.
“If our husbands leave us, I can see us living together. But there is another possibility to consider. Yesterday, Donald said that he does not expect me to be perfect and he has a fantasy of sharing another woman with me. That guarantees your acceptance if I let him know you are willing.”
“I’m not sure how to respond to this. That’s a solution that really benefits you. While I go through a messy divorce, you keep both your husband and me.”
“It is not as one-sided as it seems. You can tell Greg you’re coming over to review business paperwork on evenings when Donald is home. He won’t tell Greg under those circumstances.
“The better option is for you to move in with us. You and I will still have private time during the days. In the evenings, we can eat dinners as a family and Donald can satisfy the void that Greg leaves. Don’t you see the timing is perfect?”
“This seems wrong on so many levels. What makes you think I want to sleep with Donald? Am I supposed to be staring at your husband’s face while you’re taking me to mars? When Roger gets older, how will I answer why I’m screwing Uncle Donald? Should I sleep in a spare bedroom and wonder which of you will visit during the night?”
“Those are good questions. The simple answer is that we will do what makes you comfortable. I can help you through the three-way stuff. If you prefer privacy, we can go in rotation. Something like Donald and me. Then you and me followed by you and Donald.
“Has it sunk in that we are already in a four-way relationship? By your own admission, this is not a one-night stand. The ones that don’t yet know about it are our husbands. With Donald, we could have three consenting participants.”
“I may have overstated my ambitions. The wildest things seem like normal behavior to you. I misled you by calling myself a wild girl.
Maybe a better way of phrasing my preference is that I want to focus on one person at a time—and not in rotation. My credibility may be lost after going behind my husband’s back today. But I am very selective about who has access to my goods. Greg was the first, and now you—not Donald.”
“We could have so much fun decorating a spare bedroom for you is this week. Be realistic about what it means to have a partner like me with a history of going both ways.
“I should be realistic? You haven’t even seen my panties yet and you are already forcing your husband into them. Can we just focus on us for a minute? I’m trying to visualize the two of us living together while raising three kids. Are you saying you must still sleep with men?”
“Maybe this will be more clear. Tonight, I’m going to sleep with my husband. He will repeat what we’ve done today and more without diminishing my affection for you.
“You might be experiencing an emotional identity crisis tonight. But you won’t tell Greg you’re not in the mood. We can’t be jealous of each other satisfying our husbands. Tomorrow, you and I will still love each other. I don’t know what else you expect.”
“It feels like you’re losing patience with me. I could really use a reassuring hug from you.”
“Sure…. I’m not angry with you. I’m frustrated with myself for not finding the right words. I think this is what we want in our hearts but maybe it just sounds shocking to hear it out loud.
“I want to be transparent but your only point of reference is life with Greg. I am orders of magnitude beyond him. Keep asking for clarity on anything you don’t understand. We’re going to make this work.”
“Things that are clear in your mind feel so foreign to me. My only frame of reference is a heterosexual relationship. With the exception of you replacing Greg, I imagine my home life remaining essentially the same.
“However, there seems to be many strings attached. Should I be willing to give my body to whoever you happen to bring home? Is the female bond exclusive while we turn a blind eye to male dalliances? Can I only satisfy you by bringing a plus-one? If this is your standard for love, I don’t think I’m ready for it.”
“With more detail, you will understand why we have such different views of what’s wild behavior. My past conduct may frighten or repulse you, but at least hear me out before cutting all ties.”
“I formed a Pleasure Seekers club of about 100 members paying $100 monthly. On weekdays, I had lights-on fantasy-fulfilling parties with two or three participants. To accommodate more members, I added blind-sex weekends. It was especially popular when promoted as the honeymoon for bridesmaids. Three women and three random men would enter a dark room with two king-size beds. No one could leave until everyone’s thrills were fulfilled.
”The darkness brought out more beastly desires without accountability. Most times it was pleasurable, but there were times when the line between gang rape blurred. Participants signed a disclaimer that prevented resistance or prosecution. But on occasions I had to shout ‘Wait your turn!’ to keep from suffocating.
”The hardest part was finding a balance between promoting and managing deviant behavior. I began charging more money for the extreme weekends, but had to participate in order to monitor limits. To fulfill one woman’s fantasy, I once emerged from the darkness with hickies from my neck down. Despite occasional bruising, extreme sex was addictive. I considered streaming some of the weekday activities as part of a bonus package.”
”With 100 sexual partners, I straddled the line between hooker and Madam. That life kept me from having a serious relationship with anyone. The medical term for my desires is nymphomania. So what I’ve been suggesting with us and Donald is pretty tame by comparison.”
“Wow, let me get my thoughts together. I figured you had a past girlfriend with whom you shared a man on some weekends. That’s what I was trying to convince myself to replicate. What I viewed as monumental today must be insignificant from your perspective. There’s no way I could last through one night of your life! So if you want to run a pleasure seekers club while our kids are in cribs, I’m out.”
“Do really think that’s why I bared my sole? I no longer have that club! Focus on the progress I’ve made. Donald has helped me to maintain a monogamous relationship for more than three years. I want have a monogamous female relationship with you.”
“I’m going to finish getting dressed because your experience frightens me. And I have never been fearful of you. It seems like you’re talking in circles. Though I want an exclusive relationship with you, I may need a posse to handle your extreme sexual appetite. How in the world can I fulfill you?”
“Here’s where there is some latitude. If you can forgive my past and believe I won’t hurt you, we may eventually be living together. For the sake of the children, we can’t cut all ties with our mates. This could lead to spontaneous intimacy. They know how to seduce us, and will likely do it tonight.
“If you slip up with Greg, I would forgive you. Hopefully, you will do the same if Donald satisfies me with something a woman can’t. We are already unfaithful to our mates, so we don’t have a good track record. Acknowledging our potential to succumb will prevent jealous arguments and threats of separation.”
“Okay, we’re only focusing on two specific males. The chance of Greg being a side piece is remote. He will be repulsed by my choosing a woman over him. Donald is the virile candidate. Now that I know how far you’ve come, maybe I should allow supervised hookups.”
“That’s what I have been offering all along. We both already know him, which is better than bringing in an outsider.
“You should see your face light up whenever suggest Donald sharing us. Forgive me for asking ignorant questions. If, for any reason, he is not viable, are we supposed to agree upon an alternate? If we each get our own man, do we share him?”
“You’re asking great questions. It is very difficult to find a viable ‘stud.’ A new male could fall in love with one of us and propose. He might establish a bond with one of us and then begin flirting with the other. Would jealousy tear us apart? What if he brings along an underage girl? An unfamiliar man will also confuse the narrative we explain to our kids.”
“Those are all excellent points!”
“Donald is already vetted. He’s the father of my children. He accepts my wild past, wants to participate in love triangle, and I can vouch for his performance. For these reasons, I am willing to share him with you. If not him, I prefer that we not have boyfriends.”
“Now that is clear! Either you and me or us and Donald. The fact that I am sleeping with you and Greg—separately—already makes me bisexual. I finally admit it. This will sound crass, but I’m just changing out the male. Let me say this out loud so we both understand. I love you but may sleep with Donald, either in private or along with you. What if he gets me pregnant?”
“You understand perfectly. But wow, having a pregnant girlfriend would be a first. If we raise our kids as siblings, there’s still the same two fathers. Even if unplanned, I would welcome your baby as part of our family. It’s tough to find a boyfriend that will make that promise!”
😖 Do you feel either woman is making unreasonable demands?
“Was Donald a member of your club? Is that where you met?”
“No, the story of how mommy and daddy met requires much redaction for my children. I love drinking cappuccinos and taking long walks. On a daily walk to my favorite coffee shop, he offered to pay for my drink. I was rocking skin-tight workout clothes, so I figured he had ulterior motives. He made note of the time and met me there every morning with the same offer.
“We sat down and began talking. So I described my line of work and tried to recruit him as a member. His decline surprised me. He said that he rather join me on my walks. We got to know each other well on those walks. He encouraged me to elevate my self-worth above net worth. Soon thereafter, I told him that I felt trapped in my own business. He offered to rescue me and relieve my financial repercussions. This led me to sell the business and marry Donald.”
”I understand why Donald is an important part of your life.”
Sonya envisions more awkward scenarios.
“If we are all living together, will you remain married to him? If so, would Donald live with us and how would this affect the sleeping arrangements?”
“Your your pretty little mind is so sharp with questions. As long as we fulfill his fantasies, Donald shouldn’t want a divorce. He pays the mortgage on this house, so he will sleep in the master bedroom. As his wife, it makes sense that I would share it with him.”
“Forgive me for even thinking about sleeping with your husband. But I’m trying to make our relationship work. If I yield to a three-way romance, my first choice is for him to live somewhere else and be on call. My next preference is for us to share the master bedroom while he sleeps in a spare room. My fear is that I may fall in love with him and get jealous of you two spending time together. What if he steals me away from you?”
“You’re right. Donald is not an anonymous man having casual sex. He is someone with emotions, passions, and desires. With fully sanctioned unbridled access to you, I would be jealous if you two fell in love.
“It is evident now that I’m trying to have the best of both worlds. Thank you for shining a light on my error. With a man and woman both loving me, an open-sex life seemed within my grasp. Without ever having a steady girlfriend, I have never been jealous of a woman sleeping with a man. My feelings are different now. I can view the situation from your perspective.
“It’s selfish to watch you turn your life upside down for me while I keep my husband. Forget about all the stupid things I’ve said thus far and focus on this. My intense fantasies about us being together have been building for months. So it is not only because of what happened today that I say this. To have you, I am willing to divorce Donald and be your partner. That is as close as you can get to a marriage proposal right now.”
“This is the conversation I’ve been waiting for. As a member of the female persuasion, I shouldn’t have to explain the formula that melts our hearts. We need to feel happy, attractive, desired, valued, and loved. For most of the day, you were missing as many as three. Now, you marked all the checkboxes!
“Your desire to put me on a pedestal and divorce Donald is overwhelming. I have no doubt about your true feelings. But you shouldn’t be the only one compromising.”
“I am already overlooking your past with a hundred people. It would be foolish to leave you for one more indiscretion. If Donald seduces you, tell me. I will feel hurt and may not speak to you for a few days, but will forgive you. If it gets out of control, I don’t want to know. Just keep telling me that you love me. I can be satisfied marrying just a part of you.”
“Look what I’ve done to your self-esteem. You are making me cry. I would trade a hundred women and a hundred men for you. Don’t lose faith in my ability to demonstrate exclusive love. Until you came along, I managed with Donald for three years. You deserve all of me. We probably should have led with your proposal to eliminate much discussion.”
“No, I cherish the whole conversation! Through our long friendship, we have shared every intimate aspect of our pregnancies. We even strategized on the best position for making love with a baby bump. To your shock, In the early days, we drank each other’s milk—from glasses. As platonic friends, we were the closest.
“But I must confess shameful scheming. My motives changed once I learned of your intense admiration of me. Despite your valiant resistance, I wasn’t going home before exploiting your weakness. The plan was to keep you hooked on fulfilling my fantasies without upsetting my personal life. But I was unprepared for the emotional rollercoaster.
”Soon afterwards, it seemed that I became the booty from your conquest to boast about with Donald. You appeared excited to share your spoil with him. Though beyond my comfort zone, I was trying to accommodate this outrageous fantasy. I would have cried in secret if he knocked me up. Then you began revealing dark secrets only a lifelong mate should hear. I feared you were recruiting me as an offering to many more partners.
”By paying closer attention, I saw your raw emotions emerge. You were saying, ‘This is how broken I am and here is how far I’ve come. If my thinking sounds twisted, help me reason clearly.’ In different ways, we were petitioning for the same thing—a way to hold on to each other despite our faults.
“I already have half your business. But you offered me yourself, your husband, your children, and your home. You value me as much as everything you own! I know your intention is not to hurt me. So we will find a way to work through any mistakes. Every awkward part of this process was necessary to realize you are my soulmate.”
“You are the only person besides Donald that I have revealed the depth of my hedonism. Your willingness to stick with me after that confession endears me to you like no one else.
“Like an alcoholic who lost her three-year chip, I was mourning my track record of monogamy this morning. Thank you for revealing that you were guiding the situation. We can satisfy my occasional man itch with one visit to a sex shop. We’ll fill a nightstand with interesting paraphernalia so we both benefit. Then you should not have to forgive me for indiscretions.”
“I have one last confession. You keep using the alcoholic analogy. I have been sober for five years. Many of the compromises I was contemplating could have led to me drinking again. So we both have addictive pasts that require support.”
“That is an important revelation. We must serve sparkling cider instead of champagne at our celebrations. With our business in the home you share with Greg, it is not yet possible to start our exclusive lives together. During the daytime, with full access to your beautiful body, I will test your limits of pleasure while being the best mate you ever had.”
“Your limitless access to my body is implied by my proposal.”
“I offer the same in return. In preparation for tomorrow, let me know if I need to explain further. My suggestion for newbies is that a little sweetener goes a long way. You should develop a fondness for giving and receiving beautifully decorated sweet-smelling flowers. There’s a lacy lingerie dress code—garter belts optional.”
“How poetic! At noon tomorrow, you will receive the sweetest smelling edible flower—low trim with no strings attached. I appreciate a teaspoon of sweetener and will dress appropriately for the occasion.”
“I’ll have the same ready for you.”
“Okay, there is no ambiguity. I’ll have the same ready for you. Our interim relationship will test the limits of our acting abilities. If successful, the best we can expect from our husbands when they find out is vile scorn.
“Any interruption in our normal routine will draw suspicion. This means that you still laugh at Donald’s dinner-table jokes. We answer inquiries about our partnership without blushing. When Donald asks if I am intimately attracted to you, I will tell him that I am satisfied with our relationship the way it is. I will be cordial with Greg while fantasizing about things I’d like to do with his wife.”
“I like your reply to Donald; it’s not a lie. Can I hear about those fantasies?”
On the Road
“We need some fresh air. Let’s get in the car with the top down and go for a joy ride. If you’re up to being wild, I’ll flash my boobs to a pedestrian you point out on the highway. We’ll order a memorable virgin milk drink called an Orgasm spiked with our favorite beverage on our first date as a couple. At a faraway bar, we can discuss which fantasies we have in common.”
“I can’t wait to see the server’s face when we ask for two virgin Orgasms. I’ll grab a package of our product for the spike. Thank you for being so patient with me. I am really happy with the outcome. As a wild girl in progress, I will happily point out an unsuspecting pedestrian for you to flash. You can also point out one for me. I look forward to many more great times together.”
🍹 Should a recovering alcoholic consume virgin drinks in a bar?
“First, let’s check on the other moms and our babies in the lounge at your house. If it’s alright with you, instead of calling you my business partner, I will simply say partner, implying its dual meaning.”
“That’s a perfectly natural progression. So my job, will be to keep my partner’s face out of the lactating mom’s chests. As you do with Donald, let me know if any aspect of the business is a temptation for you.”
“That’s fine. Will I have a problem with you examining nipples all day?”
“To remove all doubt, let’s hire another examiner and you can join me as taste testers, if it’s okay with you.”
“Fantastic. That’s why you make such a great partner!”
The partners do their best to navigate temptations while operating their business. Lactating moms at Sonya’s home work four-hour shifts before a new group of women arrive. Arlonya hires one woman examine each nipple for redness or discharge before and after attaching breast pumps. While herself wearing a pair of pumps, Sonya tastes the product and marks its sweetness level prior to freezing.
By year end, gross profits are $10,000 per month, from which the two partners draw a salary of $2,000 each. This leaves enough to pay taxes and build a company website. The site includes useful lactating tips.
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After getting the hang of social media, demand for their product triples. Like the normal gestation of an embryo, Arlonya moves into a small office nine months post-inception. Husbands and workers shower the partners with congratulations.
Over the next two months months, Sonya adapts to Arlene’s insatiable appetite for sex at least twice daily. To maintain the relationship, she acquiesces to whatever Alene suggests.
Now it’s decision time. Arlene and Sonya agree to disclose their other partnership to their respective husbands. “I love to give and receive hickies—especially in areas only a lover has access. It’s a way of branding someone as belonging to you. So there is no backing out on the mutual confessions to our husbands, we should each receive one.”
Donald comes home early and opens the bedroom door while Arlene is receiving a hickey. Unfazed, Arlene tells Sonya not to stop and Donald to wait in the living room. Arlene then gives Sonya a hickey before she gets dressed. Now hurry, go tell Greg before Donald does. Sonya makes no eye contact while walking past Donald who is pacing the living room as she exits the front door.
Arlene then enters the living room. With an arsenal of profanity, Donald expresses displeasure for infidelity in his home despite frequent inquiries about Arlene’s temptations.
“You didn’t even have the decency to stop when I caught you. I’m out here listening to you moaning and groaning. This whole breast milk business is just an excuse to expose yourselves to each other. Didn’t I give you the option to share her with me?”
“You should know that this is not the first time. I did not want to share her.”
Grasping her satin collar, Donald says, “You realize that it over between us. You are way beyond any opportunity for forgiveness. I can’t even sleep in my own bed now. We need to end this conversation before I hurt you. I’ll be in a hotel before moving into an apartment.”
Sonya goes home and rushes to a bathroom to vomit. When her husband comes in, she begins her discussion with Greg by announcing that she had no period last month and is late this month.
“According to the test just now, I am pregnant,” she says.
Greg’s exuberance is short-lived when Sonya then confesses her indiscretions.
“You have been a wonderful husband. But I have been unfaithful to you. It is not with another man, but with Arlene nearly every day for several months.”
Greg is visibly disgusted. “Are you telling me that you are some kind of lesbian or bisexual tramp? It turns my stomach to think about what you women do to each other. How can that whore possibly fulfill you? Am I the one who impregnated you or are you also sleeping with men like a common whore?”
Sonya replies, “We deserve all the scornful names you can think of. Hurt me with your words and I will not retaliate. If I tell you how she satisfies me, it will only make you more angry. I can’t ask for your forgiveness since Arlene and don’t wish to stop.
“With the courage to tell you sooner, I would not be carrying your second child. But it does not alter Arlene’s feelings for me. She and I plan to raise our children together as one family. You can share in the upbringing if you desire. I only ask that you not speak disparagingly of me to the kids.”
“I refuse to compete with a lesbian for my wife’s affection. How does it feel to be the worse mother on the planet? You get moody with a normal pregnancy. I wonder how long it will take for you to crack under the pressure of one with a freakish woman. Are you going to raise all those children up to be incestuous queers? I have no desire to stop by on weekends and toss a baseball to my son wearing a pink dress.”
“There is no expectation for any of our children to be queer. To the extent possible, we will present objective orientation. But when they are old enough, we will need to explain why two moms are raising them.”
“This scandal will make me a laughing stock of the neighborhood. I must sell the house and move as far away from your den of iniquity as possible.”
“There is no longer a need to put on a pretense or live a lie. Arlene texted me to say that Donald has left her. I will not sleep with you again. Allow me to take Roger and move in with Arlene permanently.”
“I don’t want to hear any more. You should repulse yourself when looking into the mirror. Just get out of my house you disgusting alcoholic bitch! People use that term loosely. But that’s exactly what you are—a dog,” Greg shouts.
Reduced to tears, Sonya packs a suitcase and places Roger in a stroller. “I can’t carry the crib and other necessities. If you box them, I will retrieve them from the porch tomorrow. Your words hurt me badly. Goodbye Greg. You don’t deserve my actions.”
Looking out the window, Arlene welcomes Sonya into her home. “You are crying. How bad was it?”
“I told him everything about us. He did not ask me to choose which I love more. Instead, he called me every vile name he could think of. I tried to leave with dignity but his words cut deeper than I ever imagined. Our relationship was not the only secret I revealed. My weight gain is not due to stress. I am pregnant with Greg’s second child.”
“I will honor my promise to accept you even if pregnant. With our plans to be together, it would have been better to consider birth control. You anticipated his rejection. It saddens me that you were hurt by his words. But many more people will repeat them—perhaps each time we exit that door together. Fortunately, most disdain will not be audible. The bittersweet news is that our relationship is no longer secret. This is the life we have chosen. We must live it without regrets.”
Both husbands begin separate divorce proceedings with their wives. As a settlement not involving lawyers, Arlene asks to keep the four-bedroom house in order to raise two families of children. Arlonya is profitable and there is still more than four hundred thousand dollars stashed away from the sale Arlene’s prior business to make mortgage payments. She suggests that Donald consider splitting proceeds from selling Greg’s house.
At first, the pair begin picking up women from singles’ bars. They boast to one another about their exploits to prove their manliness. Later, Donald joins the Pleasure Seekers club that Arlene founded—sending her a photo of him with two other women. Other erotic photos follow with the vindictive intent of sabotaging her progress. She responds by pressuring Sonya to satisfy her up to five times per day.
The divorces test the loyalty of mothers who provide milk for Arlonya. Some feel uncomfortable with the revealed orientation of the owners. Others don’t want to get caught up in the scandal.
“With breasts exposed, a mother named Eden corners Arlene in an isolated supply room to ask, “Is it true that have an attraction for lactating moms? Are all the positions filled or are you interviewing new applicants? My qualifications are that I am single, lactating, and discreet.”
“You should not concern yourself with my personal life, she replies.” However, because her nipples resemble Sonya’s, Arlene is hesitant to tell the mom to leave. Eden chest presses against Arlene while caressing her hips and backside for nearly minute without any resistance.
“When I saw Sonya’s nipples in the lactation lounge, I knew you and I would have a special connection. Mine are your type, aren’t they? You don’t have to answer. This can be a silent interview,” Eden says softly.
Breathing heavily with eyes closed, Arlene feels her pants unzipping. But gains the willpower to resist after a hand slide into her pants. She steps back only inches with the hand still in place. While not losing focus on the Eden’s nipples, Arlene says, “I am in a relationship. Let’s be clear that I did not encourage this behavior…. But, I will make note of your… um, qualifications and keep you under close observation in the lactation lounge.” Not too proud of her flirtatious response, Arlene leaves the storage room. She vacillates on whether to tell Sonya about the incident.
Sonya realizes she was drawn into pleasure without fully comprehending the physical and emotional consequences. After the birth of her daughter, whom she names Arlena, Sonya experiences postpartum depression.
To prevent her alcoholism from resurfacing, she seeks psychotherapy. There, she admits that she was happiest when her current relationship was a secret.
“I have no plans to leave Arlene. But, the combination of infatuation and intimate arousal makes a convincing substitution for love. The secret, forbidden intimacy with a nymphomaniac was more exciting than living the life in public view every day. I hear Greg’s scornful words every night in my head. Nursing my children is probably the only thing preventing me from drinking alcohol.
“Maybe it’s just the postpartum talking. Perhaps unburdening myself of these troubling thoughts will make the depression go away. I don’t know. But after delivery of my first child, I was delighted. The second child without Greg is not as joyful. I would feel worse ending another relationship with someone who loves me so much. With my messed up past and two kids in tow, I may not get another opportunity.
“Ignoring Arlene’s description of her happy life with me, I forced her to act out my ideal relationship. Her husband failed at that. I may be too with my inability to feel pleasure. Even intimacy seems perfunctory. By limiting her to one mate, she expects me to perform with the stamina of multiple partners. It sounds counterproductive. But letting her join the hedonistic club may save our relationship.”
When Sonya returns from her session, Arlene asks how it went.
“I really opened up today. You have always been very honest with me about your hypersexuality. I have learned so many ways to satisfy and be satisfied. We have become quite proficient with all the paraphanalia in our nightstand. It is flattering for someone with such passionate to have singular interest in me.
“In my current condition, it is obvious that I am not always a joy to always be around. Your intimacy still sends me to mars. But I am exhausted and need to recover from my postpartum depression while running a business and being a good mother. So your wild girl can’t keep up with you.”
“Sonya, don’t say it. We can’t separate! I have been faithful.” Arlene shouts in fear.
“Hear me out. We are partners raising a blended family through thick and thin. This relationship is new to both of us and will require periodic tweaks. Respecting my condition, let me scale back to the culmination of your daily excitement. This means I am willing to let you find intimate satisfaction for most of your encounters elsewhere.
“There are some conditions to your newfound freedom. Remembering how Donald found us, honor our personal bed our personal bed. Be discreet with your activity. Avoid embarrassing me by hooking up with my circle of acquaintances. Don’t boast to me about your encounters, come home pregnant, or with hickies covering your body.
“We have gone back and forth with unrealistic promises in the past. I know you too well. If you deny this is your fantasy, you must show me your private photos. Accept this gift from me so your happiness will strengthen our relationship..”
“Thank you for understanding me so well. As someone with hypersexuality, the privacy of my photos, which include many pictures of you, is important. I will adhere to your wishes without diminishing affection for you. My main concern is your happiness. I love you and will try not to abuse your gift.
“The business is flourishing enough with employees to no longer require your active role. Just make periodic spot checks as your health allows. When your condition improves, we can reevaluate your level of activity.”
Arlene keeps a hidden directory on her phone for erotic photos. She views the ones from her ex-husband frequently along with the ones of Sonya. While fantasizing about her former life, Arlene checks daily for new images from Donald.
Arlene calls the groping mother into her private office. She presents Eden with an affidavit of consent and non-disclosure for signature. Arlene then stresses, “Sonya is off limits. There is no implied ongoing relationship and only I can take photos. Do you understand and agree?”
“Yes. As my boss, I am used to following your orders. This is no different. You will find that I am very good at keeping secrets and won’t touch your girlfriend,” Eden promises.
“If you are willing to follow orders, this should work out very well.” Arlene then tests the limits of how far Eden is willing to go, but does not discover any limitations. “I can tell this is not your first time,” Arlene interjects. Afterwards, they leave the office separately.
The next morning, Eden knocks on the office door, this time holding a stack of blank papers. Arlene ushers her in to say, “We need to establish an irregular schedule and location or it will become obvious what’s going on. Let me be the one who initiates the rendezvous.”
Stepping as close as their first encounter, with lips within inches of each other, Eden replies, “For exclusive access, our schedule can’t be too irregular.”
The door swinging open, catching them off guard. Remaining at the threshold, Sonya recalls Eden’s anatomical similarity and perceives what’s going on. Her only surprise is that she did not anticipate it would occur in the workplace.
“Forgive my interruption. I will no longer enter without knocking… or perhaps texting beforehand. It looks like you could use some privacy. See you at home for dinner. Ignore my intrusion,” Sonya says before closing the door.
Eden is surprised by the exchange. “Wow! Do I still have a job? You need to explain what just happened. Your girlfriend caught us with our chests pressed together and sanctioned our activity. Does Sonya release her fury in private or should I lock the door?”
“We have an open arrangement but Sonya prefers not to know who else I’m with. I appreciate her gracefulness in handling the situation. Continue viewing her as your boss and she will not treat you any differently. But she will terminate you if our actions become public. I won’t condone her humiliation.”
“Understood. My apartment is not fancy but it is clean and more private. You, or we, can also shower there… unless you want to splurge on a hotel. Sonya’s tacit approval should remove any apprehension to a regular schedule.”
“Your shift is over at one o’clock. I will put you in my calendar on Monday through Thursday at your place between three and four o’clock. Scented candles, chocolate strawberries, and sexy lingerie will earn you extra appreciation. We can reevaluate after four weeks. Is that regular enough to keep you from seeking satisfaction elsewhere?”
“With your busy schedule, that sounds generous. I will not disappoint you during my probation. It seems partying on weekends is out?”
“My family occupies weekends. Our rendezvous will not put you in league with Sonya. She is my only partner and girlfriend. I can’t let you misconstrue my attraction to you. It is purely physical and we are not dating. You may not be able to compartmentalize your feelings. Our appointments will cease if you stand me up or I detect any emotional attachment forming. If you want to pursue another woman, I’ll step aside. But I am scheduling enough frequency to reserve all your girl action. You can party on the weekend with men.”
“You make everything sound very business-like. What I understand is that Sonya is your main squeeze and I am your side piece. Pregnancy has a way of drying up dating options. It’s been nine months since I was with a man. Since then have I been with two woman and that was at the same time. I will do whatever is necessary to maintain my four-time weekly slots.
“I already have confidence in your other abilities. If you can be loyal, discreet, and open to sharing multiple partners, this may very well last for many months.”
“To be clear, in the workplace, I won’t prevent either of you from viewing or touching my breasts. You hired me to give milk. I can’t promise to contain my emotions because you are amazing in every way. But I will recognize my place and submit to anything you ask. With Sonya’s approval, I will not complicate our triangle by pursuing other relationships. You can even have a key to my apartment in case you want to surprise me in the middle of the night.”
“Time will tell whether you just saying everything I want to hear or you are too good to be true. If it’s the latter I will overlook emotional attachment.”
At the office, Arlene looks into the freeze drying process to lighten shipping weight and improve shelf life. Customers include bodybuilders, mothers who cannot lactate or adopt, and some curious men and women seeking erotic pleasures. Breast milk is exotic as champagne or caviar at wild parties.
Renewed interest in the Pleasure Seekers club leads Arlene to negotiate a contract to supply specially branded “founder’s milk.” Arlene founded the club and Mammary Whey. So the agreement does not require her personal lactation. Initial consumption will be eight pints per week with the potential to quadruple. Just before signing, Arlene notices a clause granting her free lifetime membership. She phones the new owner to arrange a good weekday for dropping off the contract in time for a session.
🤔 As both women spin out of control in different ways, what are the chances of their relationship surviving?
Arlonya sales are a drop in the bucket on the global dairy scale. But the couple manage to turn their abundant resource into a tasty profit within a niche market while sacrificing the stability they formerly enjoyed.
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This fictitious story should not be construed as advice for resolving relationship problems. Many people believe marital affairs have little consequence. The reality is that unresolved emotional problems come to the surface.
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