Taking care of my husband after a long day… Lactation

My husband does an incredible job looking after his family, balances working long hours and making sure he never misses a game or a birthday. This can take a toll at times; he gets exhausted and the stress gets the better of him. When this happens and I see him getting burnt out I plan a special evening to help him recharge. Let me tell you about the last time this happened…

He was having dinner with clients and I knew he would be back later in the evening. This was perfect as it gave me time to get ready. The kids were dropped off for a sleepover, the house clean and candles lit in our master bath and bedroom.

I took a long shower before he got home, made sure I was freshly shaved and my skin covered in lotion. I left my long hair down, with the waves falling just past my breasts. I bypassed my drawer of lacy thongs and lingerie, tonight called for something different. I found what I was looking for towards the back of my closet and slipped it over my head. I had bought this outfit with nights like this in mind, it was the only time I wore it. I went to look at myself in the full-length mirror in our bedroom, making sure I had created the effect I was going for. The nightgown was the thinnest white cotton I could find and skimmed my curves before falling just above my knee. There were a series of tiny buttons from the neckline down most of the torso. Though I had recently stopped nursing our youngest child, my breasts remained swollen with my nipples dark. When I moved, the outline of my areolas were visible through the whisper thin cotton.

My phone rang, my husband telling me they were done with dinner and he was on his way home. I made sure everything was ready and waited for his arrival.

As soon as he walked into our bedroom, he knew what he was in store for, I saw stress start to leave his body in anticipation. I directed him towards our shower and told him to wash the day off him and I would be ready for him. As he stepped from the shower, I was waiting with a large towel that I used to dry him off. I took my time with this task, rubbing his entire body as he stood still with closed eyes. The water from his body trickled onto my gown, turning it transparent in places and causing it to cling to my body. As I rubbed both the towel and my body against him, I could see his member growing until he had a rock hard erection. I did not touch it directly and pointedly ignored his obvious arousal.

I led him to our bed and had him lie down under the soft blankets on his side. I slide in beside him and lay under the blankets facing him. I could see the lust in his eyes and the desire for what was to come, and my own body answering. I kissed him deeply, the first sensual contact of our bodies. His bare skin pressed against the cotton of my nightgown. He broke the kiss to look at me and ask in a strangled voice “ Please… I need it.. please?” I smiled sweetly at him and nodded. He pulled back as I began to slowly undo the buttons at the front of my nightgown. My own body was responding to what was about to happen, and large wet spots appeared on the white cotton. This made my own dark nipples even more visible as they began to strain against the fabric. I heard a low groan escape my husband as he saw the wet spots grow before his eyes.

Soon my gown was open enough that I could reach in and take out one of my breasts. They had been sizable before becoming a mother, now they were heavy and filled with milk. I could see drops of my milk dripping from my nipple as I held my breast out. As I positioned myself, my husband slid down the bed until his face was level with the breast being offered him. I heard him whimper as he opened his mouth wide and latched on to me. He was too hungry to tease and play, he needed to be fed. He took my engorged nipple deep in his mouth, expertly pulling it towards his throat. I could feel his teeth on the edge of my areola as he strained to get as much of me into his mouth as possible. Once he was latched on, he began to pull milk from me. His suction was strong and rhythmic, and I felt my milk drop in my breasts and my flow increase. Within minutes my breast was streaming my warm milk down his throat as he nursed with his eyes closed and body pressed close to mine. This pull on my nipple was causing my clit to throb and I could feel my wetness between my bare legs.

He continued to nurse from me until he had emptied my breast, which was now visibly smaller and softer. My other breast had continued to leak and demanded a release as well, one that I knew would bring other releases as well. Before starting on my second breast, my husband arched his body upwards to kiss me in gratitude. I could taste my sweet milk on his tongue.

My husband began to open the rest of my nightgown until he could free the other breast. This time bringing the breast up as high as he could to keep our bodies closely aligned. As he positioned himself to my breast, I reached down and grasped his cock. I stroked it for a few minutes, causing him to moan against my nipple. I brought my hand up to my dripping breast and squeezed a palm full of milk out. I carefully lowered my cupped palm so that it rested under his jutting cock. I dipped his sensitive tip into the still warm milk, coating the head of his cock. I felt his body shudder against mine in pleasure. Moving my hand, I coated the length of his member in my milk, using it as a lube to stroke him with. Up and down I rubbed my milk into his skin, claiming him as mine.

I then wrapped my top leg around his torso, lining his cock up with my slick pussy. By rocking my hips, I could have him slide the length of my pussy from clit to opening. His still wet cock slid easily back and forth, traces of my milk now mixing with my juices. He began to tease my aching nipple, my breast heavy and throbbing to be emptied. Licking the tip of my large nipple, biting it gently. My breast continued to leak into his mouth, the painful throbbing adding to my desire.

I rocked my hips against him, angling my thrust so that the tip of his dick would slide into me each stroke. Looking into his eyes I told him that he was only half done with his feeding and he needed to finish me- Now. With a smile I only see during times like this he stopped teasing the nipple and pulled it deep in to him. I could feel the back of his throat on the tip of my nipple, rubbing it as he sucked. He nestled up against me, using his hands to squeeze my beast to get as much milk as he can.

Having my nipples deeply sucked and my own clit rubbed against was bringing me to my own climax. I knew hubby could tell the way my breathing quickened, and my hip thrusts got faster and rougher. He doubled down on his sucking efforts; I knew there would be bite marks on my breast the next day- a memento of tonight. I pressed hard against him and used his cock to reach my climax, drowning his cock in my slick pussy as it convulsed. My climax triggered my milk to spurt in forcefully into his mouth and I could hear him swallow rapidly to keep up.

Once I regained my composure, I lay him on his back and climbed on top of him. I propped his head up with pillows and lowered by still unemptied breast to his mouth. As he continued to drain my second breast, I slide his member fully inside of me. I knew it would not be long till he came, and I moved myself up and down on his cock as he worked to get the last of my milk. I felt him grip me tighter and suck painfully hard on my nipple as his climax tore though him, his cum filling my pussy and mixing with my own juices and milk. I brought him a clean towel to clean himself up, wrapped him up on blankets and held him as he fell into a deep sleep. Not a trace of stress left in his body.

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