Having my Wife Milked Part One My wife, Victoria, was nearly 19 when we married. She was from a posh family and trained a s a nurse when we were first married. We lived in a north London flat. It was a mixture of rich and poor around there. My wife’s slim size 8 figure, and strawberry blonde hair always got a lot of attention from the roughnecks who lived in the flats at the bottom of our hill. She was petite and very pretty- she still is. When she became noticeably pregnant, the rough men used to make lewd comments when we walked past the flats. Victoria was loath to stop wearing her tight skirts and pretty blouses almost until she gave birth. She wore a maternity corsolete with suspenders to hold up her black stockings. It had a shining satin front panel and lots of lace around her swelling breasts. One day we were walking back past the flats when she dropped spilled some things from her handbag because she had not closed it properly. There were two ugly old men watching her bending over to pick things up. They got a glimpse of frothy white satin and lace slip. Her skirt was too long for them to see her stocking tops, but she looked so sexy and vulnerable on her high heels. The men aroused me when they said she looked as if she was ready for milking. Her breasts were in fact leaking milk. When she picked all of her things up and turned to look at the men, I could see through her make up that she was blushing That night I fucked my wife’s hairless slit and kneaded her breasts, talking about the two dirty old men, telling her that I would like to see them milking her tits while they fingered her slit. I said I wanted to see her standing in front of them in her sexy white corsolete, silky panties and high heels, backed up against a wall while they fingered and milked her. I said this over and over again as I rode her hard. Milk was oozing form her nipples as she came in a blistering and very loud orgasm. I shot my youthful load into her at the same time. Afterwards I felt very embarrassed by what I had said. But Victoria surprised me by telling me how sexy I had made her feel and how turned on she hand been when she had turned around and seen the two dead beat old men- they were in their fifties- looking up her skirt. She said she wondered how she could make it happen. I said it was only nine o’clock and they were always hanging around. I said that if she dressed herself up, and re did her makeup, then we could walk by the flats and maybe start snagging near the entrances. Someone horrible and seedy was bound to come out and say something, and maybe want to touch her up.