He kissed my tits and said, “I bet Tim would like to see these. His dad’s always on about how he thinks Tim fancies you. Seemingly he’s always watching you, lusting after you”
“Really?” I said jokingly, “Well, I’ll have to see if I can oblige him some time.”
“Now that could be fun,” said the husband, and he sounded as if he meant it.
My mind began racing. I started imagining Tim and my husband both sucking on my tits, drinking my milk, and then fucking me. Maybe I could advertise: “Cow For Hire” or “Udders For Rent.” All sorts of dirty things were filling my head.
I could feel myself becoming randy. I reached over and whispered in my husband’s ear, “This cow needs injecting again …”