Chapter 91 - The First Ever

Chapter 91: Chapter 91 - The First Ever

Ashley was sitting comfortably on the couch, feeding her daughter with a bottle, when Clara finally woke up and came downstairs.

"Sleep well?" Ashley asked, even though she knew they had both barely gotten any sleep the night before.

"My whole body hurts," Clara complained as she climbed onto the couch and cuddled up against Ashley.

"Good morning, my princess," she said, giving Catlyn a kiss on the cheek.

"And good morning, my queen," she added before giving Ashley a passionate kiss.

Ashley eventually broke the kiss to catch her breath.

"So, you’re not going to work today?" Ashley asked. It was already well past the time Clara usually left for work.

"I think I’m going to stay home with my girls today," Clara replied, gently pinching Catlyn’s cheek.

She then started kissing Ashley’s neck before slowly pulling down the shoulder of Ashley’s dress.

"What are you doing?" Ashley asked. One hand was occupied holding Catlyn while the other held the bottle.

"Can’t you see? I’m hungry," Clara replied as she exposed one of Ashley’s breasts.

"Ahh, I told you yesterday that was going to be the only time," Ashley said, trying to move, but Clara held her in place.

"I don’t care. Your breasts are mine," Clara said shamelessly as she began sucking on her wife’s nipple, even with their baby right beside them.

"Oh my God, Clara. Can’t you see I’m feeding our daughter?" Ashley protested.

Clara pulled back slightly.

Then she grabbed a couple of cushions and placed them on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Ashley asked, even though she already had a pretty good idea.

"Come here," Clara said as she took Catlyn from Ashley’s arms.

She carefully sat Catlyn down on the carpet, placing a cushion behind her in case she fell.

"You’re going to practice sitting by yourself while i takes care of something with your mommy," Clara said with a mischievous smile as she watched her little daughter sit there without complaining.

"You’re impossible," Ashley muttered as she sat on the couch, watching the childish behavior of the woman she had married and had a child with.

Clara walked back over to her and pulled down completely Ashley’s dress, exposing her bare upper body and her breasts, swollen with milk.

Ashley had stopped breastfeeding Catlyn because of the medication she was taking. She had been afraid that her milk might make her baby sick. Besides, her breasts had always leaked and soaked her clothes, so she had actually been relieved when, after some time, her milk finally stopped leaking on its own because no one was nursing anymore.

At least, that had been the case until now.

Clara had apparently become addicted to nursing from her.

Clara gently pushed Ashley back until she was lying on the couch.

"I wouldn’t get too used to this if I were you," Ashley warned.

"I’ll never stop nursing from you, whether there’s milk or not," Clara replied before leaning down and taking one of Ashley’s nipples into her mouth.

Ashley gasped at the sensation of Clara’s lips against her breast.

"Wow, easy. It’s really sensitive," she warned, but Clara ignored her and continued, growing more eager as though she were desperately thirsty.

Ashley watched her for a moment before gently running her fingers through Clara’s long blonde hair.

"Just wait until I tell your mother about this," Ashley teased.

Clara stopped for a moment and looked up at her, raising an eyebrow.

"I’ll ask her, ’Regina, didn’t you breastfeed Clara enough when she was a baby? Because now she’s addicted to my breast milk,’" Ashley added with a wide grin.

"Actually, she never breastfed me. I’ve been bottle-fed since I was born," Clara admitted.

Ashley hadn’t expected that answer.

"In fact, you’re the only person who’s ever breastfed me."

Ashley didn’t quite know what to make of that unexpected revelation, but she knew what she wanted to do.

"All right. I’ll let you have some for a little while, but don’t get too attached," Ashley said before gently guiding Clara’s head back toward her breast.

Clara was delighted to have gotten a pass from her beloved.

While her mouth was on Ashley’s breast, her hand slowly slid down Ashley’s leg. Then she skillfully slipped her hand inside Ashley’s panties.

"You’re already wet," she said, caressing Ashley intimately.

"I told you my nipples were very sensitive," Ashley replied, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier.

Then, when she turned her head, she saw the baby watching them.

"We’re going to stop for now," she announced, pushing Clara away and standing up.

"Why?" Clara asked, then noticed Catlyn watching them.

"Come on, she’s just a baby. She doesn’t understand anything we’re doing, and she’ll never remember it," Clara explained.

"I don’t care. We’re not going to do anything sexual in front of her," Ashley snapped.

"Maybe if we turn her the other way..."

"Oh my God, Clara. Do you even hear yourself?" Ashley exclaimed.

Ashley picked Catlyn up into her arms.

"Your mom really has no shame, does she?" Ashley said to the baby girl, who simply smiled. "Come on. Let’s go give you a bath."

Ashley went upstairs, leaving Clara unsatisfied and stranded in the living room.

About an hour later, the doorbell rang.

Ashley had just finished giving Catlyn a bath when she heard it. She quickly dressed her daughter and carried her downstairs before heading toward the front door.

When she opened it, she found Chloé standing there with her daughter, Ashley.

"Hey, guys. Come in."

Chloé smiled and walked inside with her daughter.

The little Ashley immediately noticed Catlyn’s stroller in the living room. As soon as Ashley placed Catlyn inside, the little girl looked at her mother.

"Can I push the stroller with Catlyn?"

She was used to pushing Catlyn’s stroller whenever Ashley visited them or when they went out for a walk.

"Of course, but don’t push too fast, and be careful," Ashley gently warned her, happy that her daughter already had a little friend to play with.

The little girl happily grabbed the handle and began pushing the stroller around the large living room.

Catlyn seemed to enjoy it. She looked around curiously while her little friend proudly pushed her from one side of the room to the other.

Clara remained seated on the couch, watching them.

At first, she smiled as she watched the two girls play together. But after a while, she started getting bored.

She had planned to spend the day with Ashley and Catlyn, but Ashley had other plans for the day.

Clara leaned back against the couch and sighed.

The little Ashley passed in front of her again, pushing Catlyn in her stroller.

Clara smiled at the baby before looking away.

She had nothing to do.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Ashley and Chloé were busy with the technicians.

One of the bedrooms had been chosen as the location for their small podcast studio. The room had already been cleared, giving the technicians enough space to install the equipment.

A long, comfortable couch had already been placed in the room. Two microphones were mounted on stands, while cameras were positioned in front of them.

The technicians were still working on the lighting and connecting the microphones to the recording equipment.

Ashley stood beside Chloé, watching them turn the ordinary bedroom into a small recording studio.

"This is going to be huge," Chloé said excitedly, as positive as ever.

"Yeah, I can’t wait to get started," Ashley replied.

"Me neither," Chloé said, clapping her hands.

The two mothers were excited to finally do something they were passionate about, and they hoped they could help thousands of people.

Now, with the equipment being installed in front of them, the project was finally becoming real.

Ashley checked the cameras while Chloé looked over the microphones.

One of the technicians asked them to sit down so he could adjust the height of the microphones.

They both took their seats.

The technician moved one microphone closer to Ashley before adjusting the other for Chloé. He then checked the camera angles and made a few changes to the lighting.

Ashley looked at the small setup in front of her.

It wasn’t a professional studio, but it was more than enough for what they wanted to do.

She smiled.

After everything they had been through, starting something new together felt refreshing.

Downstairs, Clara was still sitting on the couch.

The little Ashley continued pushing Catlyn around the living room while the baby occasionally smiled and made little sounds.

Clara watched them for a while before looking toward the stairs again.

Then Ashley and Chloé came downstairs, still chatting with each other.

"All we need to do now is promote it so we can get more followers," Ashley said.

"Yeah, I’ve already made some edits and posts for the promotion. And with your millions of followers, I’m sure a lot of people will follow our podcast," Chloé said confidently.

"Ashley, come here, sweetheart. It’s snack time," the older Ashley called to the little Ashley, who immediately looked excited.

Upstairs, the technicians were doing a final check.

The lights were in place, the microphones were connected, and the cameras were ready.

Everything looked perfect.

"How exactly is this going to work? You don’t have any degrees in psychology or anything like that, as far as I know," Clara asked as they all sat around the table.

"We’re going to bring in professionals, of course. I’ve already asked Mackenzie, and she’s agreed," Ashley replied.

"And we’ll also take people’s testimonies and even talk about their stories if they send them to us," Chloé added.

"Your project actually sounds pretty interesting. It could work," Clara admitted.

"If you want, you could even come on the show, Clara," Chloé teased.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot that you already have a long history of depression," Ashley said with a teasing smile.

"Actually, I think I’ll go to work," Clara announced, setting down the spoon she hadn’t even used yet.

As she walked toward the stairs, she heard the two girls laughing behind her, clearly amused at her expense.