Crying daughter woke Irina. The woman got out of bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and went to her daughter’s crib.

- Oleska wants to eat? - in a whisper, so as not to wake her husband, asked Irina. She got her daughter out of the crib, bared her left breast and gave it to Olesya. Daughter began to suck milk.

Irina was 39 years old. Beautiful tall woman. Of course, not what was in his youth. Slim thin waist, high breasts of the third size. Extra kilos came, breasts increased to size 4 and fell long ago.

Irina gave birth to her first daughter 19 years ago. Then, she fed Olga only 2 months. There was little milk and it quickly disappeared ... Now, after the second kind of milk, there was a lot, a lot. Two-month Oleska did not drink so much. Irina was tired to decant the remains. Her husband, Igor, even bought her an electric breast pump.

- You have a straight cash cow - he laughed - you can carry milk straight for sale.

Olesya ate and fell asleep again. Irina put her daughter in a cot. I looked at the clock. 6 a.m. Something early woke up Oleska. Usually not before 8.

For some reason I didn't want to sleep anymore. It was necessary to decant the milk residues. The woman sat on the bed. Next on the bedside table was a breast pump. If you turn on, the engine noise may wake her husband.

Let him sleep for another hour - thought Irina. Taking the device in hand, the woman went to the kitchen. Turned on the light, put the device on the table.

It is necessary while the husband brewed coffee - thought Irina. Turned on the coffee maker.

Then she sat down at the table, bared her breasts, put funnels on her nipples and turned on the breast pump. The car has earned. The woman picked up the magazine. She had long been accustomed to this procedure and did not pay attention to her.

There were steps. Irina turned off the device, removed the funnel from her nipples and pulled off her robe.

Igor entered the kitchen.

- Why are not you sleeping? - he asked.

- Oleska woke up. Fed her. Here it is necessary to strain the milk.

“Why did you go to the kitchen?” -

- You did not want to wake up. And I wanted to make Breakfast.

- you are my gold. - the husband kissed her on the forehead - and if Olga went to the kitchen?

Irina smiled.

- Olya is a smart girl, she understands what's what. She herself and very soon may have to learn. - - She is only 19.

- I, too, was 19 when I became pregnant with her.

“Oh, I don't want to be a grandfather yet,” Igor smiled. - Especially since I'm a young dad.

They laughed. They both did not expect Irina to become pregnant a second time and give birth successfully. Both were excited about this event.

- I have a wife again, a young mommy, who is again feeding with milk. Come to me, my milk cow.

Igor embraced his wife, his hand penetrated under his dressing gown, raised his left breast.

- Drink, daddy - smiled Irina.

Igor pulled out his left breast, pressed his lips to it. It was their little fun. Husband sometimes during games sucked her breasts or gently milked her with his fingers.

- Mmmm, tasty - Igor licked his lips - oh I'll feed the cow.

- Podoi - the woman laughed.

Boiled coffee maker. Igor poured coffee. He smiled and asked to pour milk into it. Irina complied with the request of her husband.

The woman again took the funnel from the breast pump.

- Listen, Ir - the husband drank coffee - I thought of something here. I was online on one site. Very interesting. About milking.

- So what's so interesting? - Irina hitched a funnel to her chest and turned on the device.

- You did not understand. There women are milked.

- How to milk?

- Well, how? Like cows. There is a special clinic.They bring a woman into the room, there is a special machine, the bed is so concave inside. A woman lies on her stomach. In the machine there is a notch under the breast and it is milked.

- Ugh, how many perversions in the world.

- Why perversions? I think it's funny. Would you like to?

Irina smiled.

- No, I'm sorry, I'm not a cow.

- Er, can we try? We always loved something new.

- Fu, I do not want. And who is milking there?

- There are trained personnel. Boys, girls.

“And you want your wife to be milked like a cow?”

Igor smiled.

- No, I said no!

After her husband left, Irina decided to go to bed again. But she could not sleep. The thought about the site about which the husband spoke was spinning in his head. No, she liked their “dairy” games with her husband. I liked it when he caressed, kissed her nipples, milked them. But this is a husband. And here is another. Strangers. Like a cow. A cow - spinning in her head - a cow. No, I'm not a cow !!! Irina tried to drive away thoughts about the site, but they did not leave.

In the evening after work, Igor asked again about the site.

- I said no!

“Okay, but can you just watch?”

Irina caught herself thinking that she really wanted to see IT, but did not file a mind.

- Good.

Before going to bed, my husband took a laptop to bed. Turned on and went to the site. It would seem an ordinary medical site, which are many in the network. But he was different. Irina saw the photo. A bed, vaguely resembling a stretcher, on it lies a woman. From below in the hole hangs her rather big chest. In front of the woman, a girl was sitting on a small stool and milked the woman in a small bucket.

Like a cow - quietly whispered Irina. What an abomination.

- Ugh, turn off - Irina turned away. She was shocked by what he saw. Does it happen? And her husband is capable of this? He wants her as a cow? ...

“I am not a cow, I am not a cow,” she repeated to herself.

The husband turned off the laptop, the light. I wanted to hug Irina, but she did not give

Does he want this? Everything was in front of her eyes. She saw THIS. And now she could not get rid of thoughts. IT seized her.

In the morning, seeing off her husband and older daughter, Irina fed Oleska. She decided to express the remaining milk by hand. The woman had sensitive nipples and she felt pleasure. Closing her eyes, Irina imagined herself on the machine. Not! I'm not a cow! Irina argued with herself, but she felt that she was losing the argument.

I have to see THIS again. Having skimmed milk, the woman took a laptop. Lay on the bed and turn it on. Found the right site. Has found a video section. Turned it on and was speechless.

A young beautiful girl was walking along the corridor. Nude on the chest. Rather, it led. Another girl in a white coat, on a leash. Cow, cow ...

They went into the office. That's the familiar machine. The girl led the "cow" to the machine. Feet wider. In the area of ​​the ankles on the legs snapped clips

Irina began to bite her lips. She couldn't take her eyes off. The hand itself fell down

The girl bent down the "cow" to lay belly on the machine. Hands at the seams and clamps on them again. Chest appeared bottom in the opening.

Irina flowed. Shamelessly spread her legs and began to caress herself.

The "nurse" washed her hands, washed the breast of the "cow", wiped her. She sat on the chair, put the bucket and began to milk. Like a cow.

Irina just lost her mind.

“Cow, cow,” she whispered. A little more and covered her orgasm ...

When Irina came to the sowing, she was terribly ashamed. Does she agree to that? Why not? The husband is right, they always liked various games. Why not play cow?

At lunch, Irina called her husband.

- Honey, I thought maybe we should try with this game?

- I knew you would agree.

“But only once, if I don’t like it, I’ll leave.”

“Good, honey.”

- How to get there? Is there a queue?

- I do not know, I will call and call you back.

Irina hung up. What she does? What for? What's wrong with that? This is just a game. She's not a cow

- Cow, cow - sounded in the brain.

The husband called back after 20 minutes

- Er, ...