Busty Married Woman: Lactation Handjob from the Wife at My Doorstep

On a summer morning in a suburban apartment that resembled an old detached house, I was working from home as usual, handling data entry. A man in his mid-30s living alone with zero romantic prospects. With the air conditioner humming loudly, I tapped away at the keyboard while sipping coffee. Outside it was humid and hot, with the sound of cicadas drifting in through the window. In the midst of that peaceful morning, the intercom suddenly rang. Who could it be at this hour? Looking at the monitor, I saw Natsuko from the next room standing there. She was the married woman who worked part-time at the neighborhood bakery, probably in her early 30s. Always smiling, every greeting made my heart race. Today she wore something like a white tank top, and the cleavage peeking from below... wow, huge. That had to be G-cup at least. Or bigger? Those were explosive breasts. (Oh man, running into that first thing in the morning... my cock is reacting...) When I opened the door, Natsuko smiled and held out a bag. "Keita, hello. It looks like the neighbor's package was delivered to the wrong place. This isn't yours, right?" Her voice was soft, and the sweet scent of the bakery wafted gently. As she drew closer, those massive breasts loomed right in front of me. The tank top fabric was thin, with the lace of her bra faintly visible through it. Perhaps damp from summer sweat, her skin glistened. I quickly looked away, but my mind was already exploding with fantasies. (What would those breasts feel like to touch? Soft, sinking in...) "Thank you, Natsuko. It's not mine—probably a delivery mix-up." I accepted it while pretending to stay calm, though my hands were shaking. She leaned in slightly to peer inside. In that moment, her huge breasts lightly brushed my arm. The soft, springy elasticity transmitted through, and heat surged straight to my groin. "Hehe, it's hot, isn't it? Living alone must be tough, Keita. If there's anything I can help with, just let me know." Natsuko's gentle words made my thoughts spin even more. Every time her lips moved, her breath felt warm. Standing this close at the entrance, a sweet scent like her natural body aroma mingled in the air. (A married woman with such an erotic body. Does her husband get to hold these every day? I'm jealous...) I hesitated about inviting her inside to set the package down, but lacked the courage. Yet Natsuko naturally stepped forward. "Would you like to cool off for a bit? It's so humid outside." At my words she gave a soft laugh. "Is that okay? Then I'll just pop in for a little while." Once in the living room, the air conditioner's cool breeze caressed her skin. Natsuko sat on the sofa, letting out a sigh as her massive breasts swayed slightly. "Ah, that's better. Sorry for interrupting your work, Keita." While fetching water in the kitchen, I stole glances. Even seated, those breasts defied gravity, keeping their plump shape. The overflowing flesh at the edge of her bra was irresistible. (I want to touch them... No, I can't—she's married. But if she invited me...) Conversation flowed. About the bakery's busyness, the summer heat. Her voice was pleasant to the ear. But my eyes kept being drawn to that cleavage. A bead of sweat traced down her neck and disappeared into the valley. (Oh, I want to lick it. That sweat must taste salty and sweet...) Natsuko seemed to notice my gaze. "Keita, is something wrong? Does my outfit look strange?" She adjusted her chest, but the gesture backfired. It only emphasized her massive breasts further, making my cock twitch inside my pants. "N-no! It's nothing. Just... it's hot." My excuse was clumsy, and my face grew hot. Then Natsuko smiled with gentle eyes. "Hehe, your face is red, Keita. Are you nervous?" She stood and approached me. The distance closed to zero. Her huge breasts were close enough to touch my chest. "My husband is away on a long-term assignment and I'm lonely. Would it be all right to lean on someone kind like you...?" My heart felt ready to explode. (Is she serious? A married woman's seduction? For a guy like me who's still a virgin? This has to be a dream...) I could only nod as Natsuko placed her hand on my shoulder. The soft sensation. She whispered in my ear. "Keita, would you like to touch them? These breasts are so heavy and troublesome." Unbelievable. My hand trembled as it reached for her tank top. Gently pressing over the fabric. It sank in with a soft give. Huge. Far more volume than G-cup. "W-wow... so soft." My voice came out high-pitched. Natsuko laughed and guided me to sit on the sofa. She nestled close in front of me, almost kneeling. "You can touch more. No one's watching." She rolled up the tank top. Her bra came into view. White lace barely contained the explosive breasts. Removing the bra, they bounced free. The areolas were pink and large, nipples plump and erect. Glistening with summer sweat. (Wow, perfect breasts. My cock is so hard it hurts...) I grasped them with both hands. Heavy. Warm. Fingers sank in, and they rippled with each squeeze. Natsuko let out a soft moan. "Ah, Keita, your touch is so gentle... You can be rougher if you want." Unable to hold back, I pinched her nipples between my fingers. The firm, pebbled texture. Her breathing grew ragged. "Keita, you're excited. Your pants are bulging." Natsuko's hand reached for my groin. She lowered the zipper. My cock sprang out stiffly. Thick and veined despite my inexperience. Precum already forming a thread. "Wow, it's big... and hard." Her fingers wrapped around it gently. Stroking up and down. It felt incredible. My mind went blank. But my fantasy went further. (Lactation... while wrapped in her breasts, her hand...) I pulled Natsuko's hips closer. "Natsuko, put your head here..." She chuckled softly. "Hehe, like a baby. Okay, you spoiled thing." She rested my head against her thighs. My face buried beneath her massive breasts. The scent was intense—sweat mixed with a milky sweetness. I took her nipple into my mouth. Sucking rhythmically. Soft flesh filled my mouth. Natsuko's hand stroked my cock faster. "Keita, you're good at sucking nipples... ah, that feels nice." The scent of her arousal drifted faintly. Was she wet? The sound of my sucking echoed in the room. Heat built at the tip of my cock. Her thumb rubbed the ridge. "I'm gonna come... Natsuko!" Thick ropes of semen erupted. Her hand became sticky. White fluid dripped down. I kept sucking her nipple, trembling in the afterglow. (Incredible... getting off like this from a married woman's massive breasts...) Natsuko wiped me with tissues and smiled. "That was quick, Keita. You came a lot—you must have been pent up." I blushed with embarrassment. She straightened her clothes and stood. "I'll come by again when I'm lonely. Keep it our secret." Seeing her off at the door, the summer sunlight was dazzling. I returned to the room and collapsed onto the sofa. My hands were still shaking. (Did that really happen? A married woman's lactation handjob... it feels like a dream. But I'll never forget the sensation of her hand.) Since then, Natsuko has visited occasionally. My days have become a little more erotic and sweet. Yet somewhere in my heart, a flicker of unease remains about whether these dreamlike days will continue. Even so, just remembering the warmth of those massive breasts makes my cock throb. The summer mornings go on.