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DULCE DE LECHE (dool-say deh lay-chay) “You paid a lot of money to look homeless. It was the first thing Dalia had ever said to Cody. It was a whisper in his ear, a shared secret, in the noisy, art-viewing crowd. He was confuzzled, sure that he’d misheard her. This was his night, his show, after all. He’d won a spot in the new artist showcase and his artwork was being revealed to a receptive audience. She told him the designer names attached to his ripped jeans and sky blue polo shirt, and gray jacket, and left him wondering who she was and why he did not want to her leave. Maybe he was forgiving because he found her so damn attractive. Her mocha skin was radiant in a simple plum-colored dress that managed to be sexy without being out of control. “Do I know you?” He said. “No. But you want to,” she announced. Her generous lips curved into a smile that held him, and seduced him, even then. Later, his friend Marcus properly introduced them. To call meeting Dalia a surprise would be an understatement. Marcus had never said anything to make Cody realize that his wife was black. Cody felt he was at an disadvantage. She indeed was all the things Marcus had described: pretty, outgoing, and confident. He’d just left out her brown skin, lively, brown eyes, and cute, dimpled smile. With Marcus and his tall, tanned good-looks, they made a striking couple. She gave him a nickname. Shaggy. She liked his slight, trimmed beard and his dirty-blonde hair. When it wasn’t controlled by one of those hipster knit-caps (he always wore a hat), it was in a disheveled mess, like he’d just rolled out of bed, after sex. Like his girlfriend Anna had just raked her fingers through it. The real joke was that he reminded her of the iconic (rumored) stoner-character from the Scooby-Doo cartoons. His well-known pot-smoking, made the pet name stick. Marcus and Dalia’s condo, only a floor below his own, became a home away for Cody. Meanwhile, Anna had been working hard at her new job and had just now met the couple. “I think you’ve found a couple I can actually stand,” she said, tucking strands of her black bob behind an ear. It was then that he knew having Anna like them, meant more than he would admit. “That painting above the couch…” “Interesting work. It’s got…great energy. The artist is one of Dalia’s friends.” It felt odd talking about Dalia to Anna, and sharing her with Anna. The two women meeting must have been the event that he’d truly been nervous about. “You gaziantep suriyeli escort remind me of him,” Dalia had told him about the artist. “He was talented. A little troubled. But he was ‘good people’, as they say.” He was a bit of a mess, really. He didn’t trust people to like him, not really. His family was wealthy and he’d spend his time partying and pissing away money. He’d been on his way to being an alcoholic. Now the old friends were gone and he was now 26 and back in school, studying to be a lawyer, pretending to be an artist. Not sure he was either. He came over the next morning, which was their usual routine after Marcus had left for work. Dalia would have coffee waiting, smiling and cooing at little Tyler in her arms. She worked from home and wore her usual work outfit of a loose-fitting t-shirt, leggings and no makeup. Her curly hair was up in ponytail/bun hybrid thingy on the top of her head. The baby was asleep. She sat on the other end of the red loveseat, her legs curled under, and they talked about the night before. “You know, meeting Anna…” Dalia began, with a sly smile. “ …Has confirmed something I’ve suspected about you.” “That I’m lucky she puts up with me?” “Well, that. But also, something else.” she said, laughing a bit. “I hope this is good,” he said and took a sip from his coffee. “You my dear Shaggy, have dick of days, don’t you?” “What? Dick for…” “…for days! You know, a big cock, my dear. Plenty to share, to go around. The way Anna was all over you…It’s like she’s protecting her investment.” Dalia liked to pretend that Cody and Anna were strictly exclusive, ignoring the fact that they had a semi-open relationship. A situation that worked for two commitment-challenged people who genuinely cared for one another. Cody smiled from each to ear, of course. “You want me to whip it out and show you?” She only stared at him. And for a second, he thought he’d just do it, that she wanted him to do it. But then she broke off eye contact. “I just got sex on the brain, I guess. We got into a huge fight last night,” Dalia said. “My advice for you and Anna – don’t have kids. They ruin your sex life.” He panicked for a micro-second. He and Anna – having a family? Kids? Marriage? He was in no way ready. “So you guys aren’t doing the horizontal mambo?” “Something like that,” she answered. “He wants it more, of course. And I…” She stopped cold. “Should I be discussing this with you? I mean, it’s beyond embarrassing. Like, ‘does not leave this room’ type of embarrassing.” “Who would I tell?” He waited for her to continue, hoping he looked more patient then he actually felt. “We were finally alone and we started kissing and making-out, basically. Is it still making-out when you’re married?…Anyway, then IT happened.” Cody had images of what the happy couple were up to in his head. “I began to leak.” He didn’t get it at first. He pictured her getting so wet, her panties soaked, her pants dripping with her pungent twat juice. It was a lovely, beautiful image. “Leak?” he said. “My boobs. I started expressing milk. Getting turned-on triggered the milk flow and suddenly I had wet spots on my shirt and then it was dripping down my chest.” He hardly knew what to say. “Is that…normal?” She shrugged. “I’ll be damned if I know. We didn’t even fuck. It was a disaster.” Later, they were on her laptop. “I can’t believe we are doing this?” Dalia said. “Are we doing this? “Yep. We are doing this,” Cody said, as he typed his search into the MILF Sex porn site. Tons of videos came up. How could he have missed them before? The first video they watched showed a pretty, Asian women and her pretty, puffy tits being fondled by some guy off-camera. It bordered on silly, except that when he squeezed her huge tits, squirting the milk out in streams, she squirmed and moaned in what looked like an euphoric orgasm. What seemed previously taboo was highly erotic and seductive. It was so different from his normal porn choices that he felt instant regret watching it with Dalia. Especially, when the guilt gave way to an all too-familiar feeling of utter horniness, and his dick began to expand with her sitting next to him. He was acutely aware of her arm against his, their legs touching, and Dalia’s own impressive set of tits, begging for freedom, swelling against her white t-shirt. They moved on to a few more movies. More women and their milk-heavy, boobs being eagerly sucked by men or other women, and sometimes both. Cody cautiously looked over at Dalia, who had been quiet, and saw that the front of her shirt was wet. There were two distinct, and growing moist spots. When she realized it, she quickly excused herself and high-tailed it to the bathroom. “Are you okay in there?” He called out, after she had been in there a while. “Of course not! I can’t believe you saw that!” She refused to come out and he threatened to not leave until she did. “I’ll see your later tonight. I promise.” She was having him and Anna over for dinner again. Remembering that, he decided to give her some space. He had his apartment to himself and was quick about the business of relieving the tension that had built up in his cock and balls. He liked masturbating in any room but the bedroom when Anna was gone, getting a little thrill that she didn’t know. He settled for the couch this time, after popping in a porno. He quickly unzipped his khaki pants and released his wonderfully thick cock, lathered on some of Anna’s scented lotion that was on the coffee table, and began to furiously pumping his own prick. Dalia’s sexual energy was right there with him, taking off her wet shirt, holding out her milk-full breasts for him, squeezing and squeezing until the cream flowed. He was leaning forward as he opened his mouth to catch it, feeling it slide down his throat, and her nipples rimming his lips, rubbing against his beard. He came quickly, his cum landing on his shirt. He imagined it was Dalia’s cream dripping onto him instead. What did her milk taste like, anyway? “We had a good talk while you and Marcus were gone, ” Anna said to Cody with a wink. She and Dalia laughed, in that secret way that girls do. The guys had made a beer run. On their return, Cody presented Dalia, who wasn’t a beer drinker, with her favorite wine, a sweet rose brand. It was silly, but he wanted her know he’d remembered. He watched Dalia’s every movement during the evening. Everyone seemed normal, oblivious to him, or that anything in him had changed or intensified. She went from curiosity to Goddess that day for him. He had left-over energy from earlier that he wasn’t sure how to handle. Mostly, he hoped she wasn’t still embarrassed. He finally got a chance to apologize, when they were in the kitchen. Soon they were laughing about the whole thing. “Don’t blame me when Anna finds out though.” “She won’t.” “She will, when you try to get some 2% from her boobs, ” she said, amused. Cody froze. “I was only joking…” He’d had a quickie with Anna after tackling her when she got home. Dalia’s attributes had still been with him, and followed them to their bed. Anna’s b-cupped breasts got the bulk of his attention. It could be his hyper-imagination, but he was sure that Dalia had not just been joking, but had testing him, as he sometimes did her. “So, anyway…” She lowered her voice. “I’ve been dying to tell you the new developments.” She cut slices from a strawberry cheesecake and dished it out to Anna and Marcus in the living room.

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