He releases the woman’s nipple, which dribbles with milk, and turns to meet my gaze. “Milly,” he says with a broad smile. “You look breathtaking.” My eyes widen at the man’s audacity. It’s one thing to have a lactation kink, but how dare he cheat on me and not give a shit that he’s been caught? “Is it time for us to leave already?” The other woman raises her head and offers me a serene smile. It’s his mother. I just caught my fiancé breastfeeding from his mother.
