I looked down at my 6-week-old baby son with a tired smile. The kid was insatiably hungry, latching and nursing every two-and-a-half hours without fail. He would suckle greedily from one breast and then the other, easily draining both in well under 15 minutes. And when he finished, he would burp happily and contentedly, sleeping soundly till the next feed.
It was for good reason that my husband and I had nicknamed him ‘The Milk Monster’ shortly after he was born. However, his greedy appetite had put a strain on our sex life.
Although I had given birth naturally, without any complications or tearing, having to feed The Milk Monster so frequently left me an exhausted mess most of the time. I only managed to get brief snatches of sleep throughout the day, but never more than an hour or two at any one time. And my boobs had also swollen from a B-cup to a D-cup, which had made me rather very top-heavy and left me with an uncomfortably aching back.
So, although my raging post-natal hormones were making me unbearably horny, sex was usually out of the question. And considering that I was used to fucking my husband’s brains out on a daily basis, and that I had actually been so bored while waiting in the delivery room that I began masturbating (but that’s a story for another time!), the level of pent up sexual desire in me was almost unendurable.
I was pacing around the room as my son nursed. He was almost done and I was tired of sitting. Holding him firmly in my arms, I had discovered quite early on that I could breastfed him while standing up quite as easily as I could while sitting down. And it gave my tired legs and hips some much-needed exercise.
Just then, my husband slipped quietly into the room with a smile. He knew not to make too much noise, or our son would fuss at the sudden intrusion. He put down his bag and slipped his arms around me from behind, as I stood near our son’s crib. The baby was almost about to finish. His sucking was getting slower, and less intense. He was drowsy and slowly drifting to sleep. I could feel it, and any moment now, I knew he would want to be put back in his bed.
I felt my husband’s lips kissing the top of my head gently.
“How did things go today?”
I shrugged with a smile. Every day was more or less the same for the breastfeeding mother of a new born. Changing diapers, bathing the baby, nursing, burping, putting the baby to sleep, trying to keep the apartment clean. Repeat.
I felt my husband sigh deeply, his breath warm against my neck, and I almost purred in pleasure. His arms felt warm and strong as they held me across the chest. And when he kissed my neck, nibbling it just a little, I let out a quiet laugh.
“Naughty, naughty. You’ll wake the baby,” I teased. “Do you know how hard it is to put him to sleep if he wakes up now?”
He didn’t answer me but I felt his hands quickly run down my sides and slip unexpectedly into my shorts, his long fingers quickly finding what they were looking for and caressing the lips of my pussy with practiced ease. The sudden sensuality of what just happened made me gasp in shock and my knees quite nearly buckled under me in surprise. Fortunately, I didn’t release my grip on The Milk Monster and I quickly regained my footing and put him in his crib.
I turned to face my husband. I was trembling slightly, although whether it was because I had almost just dropped our son or because my pussy was now feeling quite warm, I wasn’t sure. But I didn’t care. I had other needs to fulfil right then. I put a hand on my husband’s chest and pushed him forcefully towards the bed.
“Sit,” I commanded. And most gratifyingly, he obeyed.
I climbed onto the bed and kneeled in front of him, my body raised up so that my breasts were right in front of his nose. And slowly, I began to remove my blouse and nursing bra. And I saw his eyes begin to fill with dawning realisation, as I leaned forward and cradled his head in my hands, directing his lips to my left nipple.
“Kiss me,” I told him. And he did.
I felt his lips gently caress my left breast, very carefully at first and then, more insistently, after a couple of minutes, when it was clear that he wasn’t going to hurt me. His hot tongue wrapped itself around my nipple and he licked it, making me groan just a little as I felt my hips buck instinctively in response. Slowly, patiently, his tongue got more insistent, savouring my sweet nipples (literally in this case, as breast milk really is very rich and sweet). First the left, then the right. Then, back to the left again.
Then, without warning, his lips wrapped tightly around my right nipple and I felt him sucking… hard. He had latched on and had started to get a let-down. Of their own accord, my breasts filled his mouth with milk and nerves throughout my body were screaming with desire. For the first time in weeks, I was beginning to feel a bit like the old me again. And I let out a really intense, almost primal moan from deep inside me. I had never ever heard myself make this sound before but I knew damn well what it meant.
My breast milk had begun flowing so fast that it was beginning to dribble out of the side of my husband’s mouth. The nipple that wasn’t being suckled was starting to drip. He could barely keep up, despite sucking one breast and then the other with a feverish need. My cunt felt like it was on fire and I knew that I had already soaked my knickers, despite him having barely touched me.
Cursing, I pulled my breast out of my husband’s mouth and yanked off my sopping wet shorts and knickers, throwing them aside. Now naked, I rolled onto my back, my legs spread wide in invitation. I looked at him and I smiled. He knew what I wanted. And I knew he wanted it too. I could see his boner.
And I almost wanted to beg my husband to fuck me before I exploded.
But I didn’t have to. In seconds, he was on me and in me, and when he rammed into me, hitting my g-spot hard, over and over, I almost screamed. Six weeks of celibacy had left me starving.
I wanted to last longer but I came within 30 seconds. I couldn’t stop myself. My cunt was gushing with a rich, creamy natural lube, that left my thighs slick and made a very large wet spot on the bed. My body wouldn’t stop trembling. The orgasms came in waves, radiating out from my groin, washing over me and leaving me breathless. I could feel my arms and legs growing weaker with each subsequent one, and my cunt felt almost numb.
My husband came less than 3 minutes after I first came. And when he was done, we were both so drained that he fell asleep still in me, as we lay on our sides next to each other. And I happily slept too, wrapped up in his arms… until we were awoken nearly two hours later, by a very cross and hungry baby.
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