Can My Husband Breastfeed Novels & Stories

he managed to reply. “Do you know what is really cool with them?” she asked and he shook his head. “Pinch the tits,” she instructed. He pinched the left nipple with his right hand and saw a bead of white milk flowing out and rolled down her breast. The young was impressed. “You see? I am lactating since the procedure but my husband hates them,” she said. “I have been looking for a guy to suck my boobs, can you do that?” she asked. Santos could not believe what was happening.

He looks good with my baby in his arms, I can see the dotting grandad years to come. When I finally finish my shower, I take the time to pump my breasts. Dad even bought a small freezer to store my breast milk. Dad and Edwin were all in with feeding Julian, they love it, and it helps me to take care of myself and have a little rest every now and then. "Larry called," I drop the bomb as we finish dinner and Julian is sleeping in his little bassinet near the dinning table. "What did he say?" Dad ask instantly.

"You don't have to worry about the payment, your husband and I have spoken." "Oh," She yawned. "My husband is planning on constructing a daycare for the babies, so you won't have to stay here all day caring for them." "You don't have to worry, I'm cool wherever I stay. You need to get some rest now. All you have to do is get me all I'll be needing to care for them." She yawned again. "Okay." She turned to leave, but stopped. "Uhm, they'll be needing the breast milk, won't they?"

Back then, I used to lie on his shoulder, listening to him speak with nothing but warmth and adoration. "I don't look at other women. No one's as beautiful as my wife." But now, not only had he looked; he had touched. At that moment, Regina's face suddenly flushed. "I think there's too much milk… The baby's too small and doesn't have the strength to suck it out. It's all clogged up. It hurts so much. Tyler, help me…" I wasn't a mother yet, but even I knew that when milk ducts were truly blocked, they were rock-hard and completely stuck.

It felt as if someone had torn into it. Once Silas was far away, Nathan asked, “Mom, why didn’t you greet Dad? Who was the lady beside him?” I held back my tears and said, “That’s not Dad.” But I knew that the man was indeed my husband. He did not even bat an eyelid when he spent 40 million dollars on that influencer. Meanwhile, his own son had been diagnosed with a congenital heart condition, and his surgery cost 50 thousand dollars. I had worked so hard for so long, and I still did not manage to get that 50 thousand dollars.

My milk is flowing freely now: he grabs my husband's shirt and sucks hard till milk is spilling from his mouth and running down his both our bodies. He moves to the other breast without being told, bringing his wide palm up my back to hold me close while he drinks like a starving man. I let him feed as much as he wants as the sound of sucking mixes with the sound of my ass slapping his pelvis. Both of us moan at the same time. “Look at you,” I murmur, with my fingers in his hair, I drag his head back just enough to see his face. He's a vision under me.

We talk with the doc for a little while before he leaves us to have some time alone and as I look down at our pup at our son I have to shake my head to make sure I'm not dreaming. He soon starts to cry with hunger and as if on instinct Emma pulls up her top and starts to feed him and it's a moment that I know I'll never forget. "Obviously we haven't spoken about this yet but I'd like to breastfeed but I can also produce milk for bottles so that you can feed him too and we can share the night feeds!" She smiles as she finishes her sentence and I laugh at her comment on sharing the night feeds. "Sounds perfect baby, we will talk about everything that we need to once you've had some rest but I

I say with surprise "Exactly what I told Martha myself. I need to do something about that guy. Dude has a mouth full of teeth, why couldn't he eat barbecue or salad or any other food normal people eat? Why suck on my wife!?" I laugh when I see the disapproving look on his face. I've never met a man more jealous of his own son than my husband. I hold his hand, pulling him along with me... "Yes, even though he has a mouth full of teeth, he's still a baby. He's just two weeks old!" I say and he scoff "C'mon, you don't have to be like that. He's your son, remember? Come, let's go make his bottle. I should have done that earlier instead of breastfeeding him."

I called softly, knowing my husband would hear me, and truth be told, a few moments later, I saw him step out of the lounge with the baby in his arms. "I was just about to come and get you," he said as he stretched out his hand towards me. "Marie says you should try to feed him." I leaned against the wall as I took his hand. "Okay," I whispered, willing to have any opposition whatsoever but ever so eager to hold my son. "Any plan with Cassandra?" Damon asked as he watched me breastfeed two days later. I shrugged and pulled my son's head warmer closer to his head. "Honestly, I don't know," I said as I looked up at my worried husband.

"Says who?" "Says the internet," I say. He chuckled again, amused my face heated up. "I read about this woman whose husband accidentally drank milk from her breast, and it was okay until he got kinky, and it became a habit. He won't have sex with her unless he drinks the milk from his wife's breast." "Princess, you are overreacting." "I'm not. And also, sucking on my breast will transfer the bacteria, and what happens if Ramsey needs feeding? Do you want our son to get sick?"