Nursing becomes cheating

My husband was working more, and couldn't be around to nurse, so he was fine with me using the nursing group for relief. It was non sexual, regulated, and mostly body builders obsessed with the latest muscle building craze-breast milk. Some of the women would pump, then give it to the guy to drink, but i preferred to be nursed, and just tried to hide my orgasms. This was working for a while, but the more often I was drained, it felt like I was filling up even more, and faster. It went from four hour feedings, to two hour feedings, and I was still getting painfully swollen, and constantly leaking!
I don't usually drink, but I was frustrated, nursing group was canceled, I felt like I was going to burst... I figured I'd get drunk and give in and pump. I saw him when I walked in the liquor store, tall, sexy, an old school bad boy vibe. I went straight to the cooler cases, to get champagne, he seemed to follow me. I stood in the cold door a little too long to make my nipples nice and hard, feeling lucky I hadn't put a bra on.
When I turned to him, he offered to buy me a drink, staring at my nipples, protruding and pink through my sheer blouse. I laughed when I noticed the bottle of whiskey stuffed down his pants, and told him drinks were on me. As we were walking towards my car I told him he could pay me back by doing me a little favor.
I really don't remember getting in the car, pulling my top up, him latching on, feeling that wonderful letdown... it's like the next thing I knew, he was moaning and gulping, there was milk running down my abdomen, and I was unable to stifle my screaming orgasm. (Later I had to dry the seat with a hair dryer, I'd gotten it so soaked.) He nursed enough to relieve all the pressure, and still have firm, full tits when my husband came home.
He gave me his number, and I called it the very next day. To my surprise, he answered and came right over. I knew I was in for trouble.

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