A Secret Revealed Pt. 03

"Hey Elizabeth. You look great... Wow."

Ken was certainly being truthful in his statement. And it was funny. Despite the arrangement, Beth apparently didn't want any lack of formalities. Hence, she was to be called Elizabeth, her professional name. Not Beth, her informal name, or Elle, her lovers pet name for her. Beth, or rather, Elizabeth, smiled, holding out the tray.

"Oh, you're so sweet. Thanks.... And I'm so sorry for changing the time. I just couldn't do anything about it."

Ha. For not being able to do anything about it, there was plenty that she did about it. Ken took the tray from Beth, smiling, enjoying her beauty.

"It's fine. I had stuff to do. Besides... I am looking forward to my big surprise..."

Ken put the coffee's down by his phone. I don't think either of them had ever planned on drinking them. I guessed it just provided Beth a little buffer, to provide some normalcy to whatever encounter was about to take place that I'm sure her husband would not approve of. Her ex husband, however, was starting to get excited.

"Oh, well, I'll have to see how class goes."

Ken returned to Beth. They both grinned widely at each other, clearly flirting with their eyes as well as their words.

"Well, then, we better get it going. Let me grab your coat."

Beth turned, knowing that she was about to be revealed. That, under her coat lay treasures no man could resist. Treasures that cost men their fortunes. Their countries. Their lives. Beth turned her back to Ken, glowing as a woman does who knows she wields immense and incredible power. She let her coat slip into Ken's hands. His response was unbelievably restrained compared to what I might have said.

"Wow! That outfit looks great on you."

I moaned slightly, thankful for Ken's loud response. Personally, I would have told her that the soft, bra like top that she wore was the fucking hottest thing I've seen on her. Ever. Turquoise in color, it seemed to be merely an outline of her chest, hugging her motherly bounty. Beth's yoga top intimately displayed her engorged appearance, the fabric stretching tautly around her globes. Breasts larger on Beth than I had ever seen, swollen wide and low, almost hanging below the tight band of material that ended in the middle of her torso.

Beth's bottom was the exact same turquoise color as her top. It hung tightly to her legs, ending mid calf. The shape of her hips and thighs flowed in perfect harmony, displayed with erotic clarity in the tight material. The top of her pants ended just above her hip bone, swooping low in the front, dangerously close to her vagina. Hell, her pussy. Woman in yoga pants this hot don't have vaginas.

Kicking one foot back, shoes white, Beth looked down at herself.

"Yea. I just got it. I love the color."

Beth knew that the color had nothing to do with it. But, she wasn't about to say "Yea, I love how my tits look in this thing." Or, maybe she would. I seemed to be finding out quite a bit about her lately that even her husband didn't know. Ken threw down the coat and grabbed her hand.

"Well, look at it. Come here."

Ken positioned her in front of the mirror, looking straight at it. Beth didn't know it, but she was officially presenting her beauty to Ken's secret soft core porn studio. Woman in Spandex, coming to a theater near me. Ken stood behind her, squaring her up, aiming her shoulders. Beth was perfectly happy and willing, smiling the whole time at the fawning. Ken continued.

"Man. You are definitely the most gorgeous..."

Ken didn't finish the sentence. His hands were on Beth's shoulders as he stood behind her, looking at her in the mirror. All of our eyes, including Beth's, were riveted to her chest. To the faint, dark outlines of her engorged areolas that the fabric could not conceal. The erotic appearance of her nipples standing firm against the fabric.

"Your top is, just, wow..."

Below, Beth's pale stomach displayed none of the appearance that she had ever given birth. Flat and smooth, Beth's innie of a belly button looked like the perfect receptacle for the sperm of any man looking at her. The lack of any sort of tan line made her appearance slightly virginal, which personally, I knew she was not.

Moving lower, Beth's yoga pants revealed the trace pattern of her newly shaved pubic hair, ending almost one half of an inch below the waistband. A waistband that hung equally low on her hips, making it appear that Beth was in the middle of pulling them off of her body. And finally, in the center of Beth's crotch, outlined in fine detail by the yoga pants, was Beth's camel toe. Ken responded simply.

"And your pants..."

The fabric bulged in symmetrical peaks about two inches wide, just below the end of her faintly visible landing strip. Splitting the peaks down the middle was a slit where the fabric folded inwards, tracing the center of her pussy. If I could place my eyes inches from her turquoise splendor, I don't doubt that I would have also seen the slight bulge of Beth's clit beneath her fabric. This camel toe of the Gods faded away into the mist of her thighs, squeezed shut as we all looked at Beth.

"So, you like the front?"

Ken responded somewhat dryly.

"I like."

Beth smiled at him, seeing the truth in his eyes. He did like. With a quick twirl, Beth turned her back to the mirror, looking at herself over her shoulder. Adding a little wiggle, Beth presented us her ass.

"How about the back?"

Ken and I stared at the fabric, bunched up between her ass cheeks, showing without question where one butt cheek started and one ended. The sharp intersection where Beth's ass curve ended at the back of her thigh. The low cut of the pants, ending just above the heart shape crack of her bottom. It almost seemed like she was naked, staring at the dimples decorating the base of her back.

"Your back looks amazing."

Beth turned to look at him, smiling coyly?

"My back?"

Ken caught her eye.

"Well...your butt is looking pretty good too..."

Beth squeezed her butt cheeks and turned back to face the mirror. The camera. Herself. Ken. Me. Everyone and everything that was capturing her beauty. Beth put her hands over her head in a triangle, adeptly brought one leg up the side of another, and formed another triangle. Her camel toe bulged out. Her tits stretched against her body.

"Then we better do some yoga and shape it up some more. How's my tree looking?"

I had to admit, I was pretty impressed at her grace and the ease at which she flowed into the pose. Beth had a bit of a wobble, but nothing that distracted from her beauty. She was standing five feet away from me, presenting herself to me, and I was now staring up between her legs as she opened them in her stance. I could make out the dark shadows that formed the outline of her vaginal lips. Ken slid his hands up her sides, holding her still, being a bit more sensitive to her wobble than I was.

"Impressive. But, I still don't know what my surprise is."

Beth smiled, lowering her arms and legs. Then, she held out her arms in front of her, perfectly straight, and lowered her butt while keeping her back upright. She squatted to the floor, paused, turned over her hands, and then slowly stood up.

"Big. Surprises."

Beth repeated the movement. This time, Ken bent down with her, holding her, turning his head to her hair, smelling it. Inhaling her beauty. Slipping his hands down her sides, Ken cupped them under her butt, supporting Beth as she sat in her pose. Ken and Beth locked eyes in the mirror.

"And do you want me to work on your butt today...?"

Beth began to stand up, Ken still pressing into her bottom, trying to force her off balance. Beth resisted the urge to fall forward, balanced and poised. When she stood tall, Beth gracefully lowered her arms and licked her lips. Her eyes glowed intently, responding to the tone of Ken's question.

"Do you want your surprise first? Or, do you want to work on my butt?"

Spreading her legs slightly, Beth slowly bent her body forwards, extending her arms in front of her, and gently placed them on the floor somewhat in front of her. I stared at her back, long blonde hair extending to the ground. Ken, however, looked down at the bent over woman in front of him, presenting him her ass. Just as it seemed he was going to move forward, Beth slowly stood back up. Ken was slightly flushed.

"How about my surprise and I'll save the best for last."

A smart man. Beth repeated the slow sit down, Ken staying behind her, watching in the mirror, waiting for his surprise. His big surprise. His big surprises. This time, instead of standing up, Beth slid forward, rubbing her chest across the ground, almost looking directly at me in the mirror. Then, placing her palms flat on the ground, Beth pushed up her head and lifted her chest, pushing it right towards the mirror. Less than a foot away.

"They are on the cobra, wrapped in turquoise."

Beth held the position, stretching her body for the full effect. The fabric strained across her breasts causing a larger amount of her areola to be visible. I could even see the white skin behind the sheer material, sensing the largeness of her breasts. Ken leaned down on top of Beth, kneeling over her, almost sitting on her. His head rested on hers.

"Can I open them? Will the cobra bite?"

Beth opened her mouth and wiggled her tongue, darting it over her lips. Flicking it against her teeth. With a fake biting motion, Beth teased the 20 something yoga instructor, now sliding his hands onto her shoulder. Beth tilted her head up, trying to look at Ken in the face.

"Open them. The cobra will not bite. But you may."

Beth continued to move her tongue along her teeth, flashing a devious grin. Ken watched his hands move under her armpits, towards the front of her chest, reaching up as Beth placed her hands against the wall in front of her. She forced her head high while Ken sat on her, arching her back strongly, thrusting out her chest. Running his hands into the engorged flesh, Ken pushed into them, distorting them. When his fingers found the top hem, without hesitation, Ken pulled down in a quick motion.

"Jesus fucking christ Beth!"

Ken's eyes were wide in sheer amazement, in total and instant shock at the sight before him. Beth's breasts looked like a water balloon that had been filled to twice its natural capacity, each more than half of the width of her chest. They spilled out of her yoga bra with hardly a wiggle, too heavy and firm to vibrate significantly. Here boobs didn't sag, but rather, stood proud and erect on her chest, nipple pointing forward.

And oh, the nipples. The warmth and heat from her brief exercise, or perhaps the hormonal heat that Beth was generating, caused the areolas to form a large bubble like appearance. A dark, heavy brown, they seemed to form the last quarter of her breasts, almost four inches in width. Small bumps and ridges lay like craters on a moon. The long nipples looked like bullets ready to shoot any man who approached.

But I had seen all of that before, perhaps not in the fully engorged state, but close. What I found completely erotic, and what forced me to slip my hands into my pants, were the soft blue veins that seemed to be pulsating behind the stretched skin. Just like her yoga pants, Beth's skin had become sheer from all of its stretching as her boobs exceeded their natural capacity. The veins gently streaked down her breasts, feeding the milky fat, ending in a unified trail at the center.

"I thought you might like."

Beth couldn't have hoped for a better reaction. A reaction that fed her desire to be beautiful, to be lusted after. She was proud watching Ken move his hands into her flesh, kneading them softly. Beth could sense the arousal from Ken as his erection pushed into her back. She arched into it again. I moved my eyes as close as I could to the mirror, watching Ken fondle Beth.

"Why are they so big...and...hard...?"

Kens hands paused, gently probing his fingers into the sides of Beth's tits. The yoga bra hung below them, providing the intimate backdrop of a woman freshly exposed. Beth paused, letting herself be molested. When Ken looked into her eyes, she responded.

"Because I'm a engorged..."

I looked at a small drip appear from a pore on her left nipple. That was a new term for Ken.

"What...?"

The droplet caught his eye. Ken rolled her nipple in his fingers a bit, creating a second droplet.

"I haven't nursed for 10 hours...I'm full of milk."

I squeezed my erection as Beth looked down at her chest, proud that she was the largest she had ever been. Ken leaned into her her, watching Beth's chest. He spoke with lust.

"Is this my surprise?

Beth sensed the change in his mood. She spoke with an equally lustful voice.

"My milk is for you."

Ken moved both hands around the leaking nippled. With an expert move, as though he had done it many times before, Ken slowly began to express milk out of Beth's chest. A sudden stream squirted in five different directions . Milk flowed magically from various pores in Beth's nipple. Her tit had been waiting all day, and at the first opportunity, let forth a heavy stream.

"Oh, Ken... You can milk me if you want..."

Ken pushed his erection into Beth as he began to express the motherly fluids from my ex wife. With each soft, gentle pelvic thrust, his hands would push from the base of Beth breasts towards her nipple in a gentle, squeezing motion. Her nipple would distort wildly, ejaculating all over the mirror.

"Oh...Elizabeth....look at your milk.."

For the first time, Ken leaned in and kissed Beth. Not on the mouth, but on the back of the head. Like thanking a pet that is doing a good deed for its master. And despite everything Beth may have thought to the contrary, she was a pet, being used and abused for the owners happiness. Like a pet that doesn't know any better, Beth kept coming back to her master for reassuring.

"I want you to have it."

Ken moved his left hand up to Beth's chin and pulled her head back, bending her body, forcing her into an extreme arching cobra. With his right hand, Ken was sliding gently back and forth on her leaking breast, masturbating it like a large penis. Beth was in a constant mode of ejaculation.

"Can I drink it...?"

Beth turned her head back, looking for his face, letting her body be forcefully bent in half.

"I want you to nurse from me..."

Ken slid to the left, off of Beth, and paused his masturbations of Beth's tit. An erection was clearly visible in his yoga pants.

"Do a bow, right towards me. Here.'

Ken faced her sideways. Beth got on her hands and knees, breast wet and dripping, and backed away slightly from Ken. Then, lying down on her stomach, Beth arched her back hard, lifting her legs in the air, and reached back to grab them with her hands, just below her ankles. Pulling herself into an arched position, Beth once again presented her lactating breasts to Ken. I stared at their profile, about 6 inches away from the mirror.

"How's this?"

Ken didn't wait for an answer. Beth was lifting her chest about two inches off of the ground. Ken leaned forward, opened his mouth, and engulfed the breast. Beth's reason for being. Her motherhood. The purpose of her puberty, her period, and her hormonal pregnancy. The generation of milk by a mammal. Ken sucked it like an animal.

"Oh....god....Ken...It feels so good..."

Ken had placed both hands around her boob, holding it in his mouth. His cheeks caved in as he sucked, loudly gulping down the heavy streams Beth's other breast lay closest to me and I feigned suckling, leaning, licking the droplets of milk on the glass that lay on the other side. Beth couldn't hold the pose any longer and let go of her legs. She leaned on an elbow as Ken slowly lay on his back. Getting onto her knees, Beth raised her back and let her breast hang down, feeding Ken.

"That's good...keep drinking...my yoga man..."

Beth was stroking his hair, loving him, cooing as her hormones began taking over. Ken was mewing as he suckled, lying on his back, erection straining against the fabric of his pants. Beth looked down at him under her, bending her head.

"Yea...it feels so good...when it lets down..."

Jesus christ. Beth had never allowed such a nursing, such a violation of her motherly fluids when we were married. But, for someone who validated her beauty, and made her feel young again, this mom was willing to give away her fluids. Beth looked over to Ken's erection.

"Looks like someone likes his surprises...?"

Beth balanced herself and slid a hand onto Kens stomach and into his pants. Pushing, she quickly exposed Ken's rock hard penis. It wasn't anything special in size or shape. But, that didn't matter to Beth. She wanted the attention. The reminder of how desirable she is. It was not at all about the size of the package. Beth began to rub Ken, proud.

"I've made you so hard..."

Ken swallowed hard and rolled his head to the side, watching himself in the mirror be fondled by the yoga mom. He opened his mouth, watching milk squirt past his lips. His tongue flicked Beth's extended nipple, playing with it like a child. More he suckled, drinking the fluids. Feeling the warmth and sweetness flow down his throat. After several more minutes he paused, licking her areola, gently release his hold of her mammary glands. Beth's chest hung low, dripping drip milk as the nursing stopped. Beth looked at him in the eyes, releasing her hold on his penis. She sat up, moving to a cross legged position.

"A mother lotus..."

It was clear which breast had just been milked. Not only from the saliva spread all around it, but the sheer size difference. The empty breast gently sagged, no longer bursting from the pressure of being engorged. Ken lay his head down on Beth's lap, looking up at her face as Beth held the engorged breast in her hand, pointing her nipple at Ken's open mouth.

"Do you want some lotus milk..."

Beth began expressing herself, trying to start the flow from her glands, to her nipple, and into Ken's waiting mouth. It took only three swift strokes to get from a white drop that hung from the very end of her pink stub of flesh, to a full gush, this time all streams merging into one steady and purposeful river. Ken leaned forward and practically inhaled Beth's motherhood. Beth cradled him with her left hand.

"Here it comes..."

Beth slid her free hand back towards Kens stomach as he nursed. Finding his still exposed erection, Beth began to fondle his balls, slowly caressing them. Ken's penis flexed, dancing to the feelings being generated. Circling the base with her palm, Beth began to slowly masturbate him.

"Yes...there it is..."

Sitting in her turquoise yoga pants, Beth spent the next five minutes slowly stroking Ken as he drained the fluids from her chest. It was a gentle, steady pattern of sucking, gulping, and stroking. Ken drank quickly, and after what must have been a large glass of warm mothers milk, Beth felt her supply start to dry up. With a mischievous grin, Beth moved her stroking hands past Ken's balls, into his thighs, and poked. Ken jolted at the brief anal play, releasing Beth's breast, once again coated in saliva.

"Did the lotus milk taste good?"

Ken pushed his hands into Beth's, forcing her away. He pulled up his yoga pants, apparently not yet ready for his release despite the urges Beth was generating.

"You're a bad girl...trying to distract me...you're not done with your poses..."

Beth got to her knees, her left boob clearly a bit smaller from the feeding. Ken grabbed the yoga bra and lifted it over her swollen chests. Beth raised her arms, stretched back her head, and like that, half of her yoga outfit was gone. Ken held a foot and removed her shoe, and then the other. Just one piece was left, but Ken wasn't ready to take that off yet.