I Breastfeed My Husband Novels & Stories

Out of the two, baby girl was the tiniest but her brother is starting to catch up with her with the lack of milk he's been intaking. Shaking my head, I pull myself out of my worried-motherness and look back up at the group of men watching me breastfeed my babies. Sounds weird but thankfully two of them are gay and the other is just my pervy husband. "Let's discuss this wedding afterwards. For now, we need to talk about baby names, that's what we were here for in the first place anyways, right?"

said the pleased Xavia as she held his hands. Smiling in response, Zivon replied, “Hey, I’m only doing my part. Besides, I like seeing you happy, so be sure to always get sufficient relaxation, alright?” …God, how she loved her mature and responsible husband… Now brimming with joy, she kissed his cheeks before saying, “…Love you lots! Well, I’ll be heading off, then. Be sure to call if anything happens, alright?” Patting her head, he then replied, “I will. Now run along. Actually, if you’re not in any real rush, consider pumping out some of your milk before leaving. That way, you can prevent any uncomfortable swelling while you’re out.”

“Do you… Do you feed him like this every day? Or do you prepare milk for him too?” “Yes— Every few hours, honestly.” She adjusted her position, and I was able to get an even better view. “And my son? Does he…”? I swallowed hard. “Does he get to taste it too?” She laughed softly, that gentle sound that always made my pulse race. “Yes… honestly. He does, too, before bed. He said it helps him sleep,” she paused. “I fed both the father and son every day.” “Helped him sleep?” My eyes widened. I didn’t realize that drinking milk directly from the breast could make someone sleep… If I had known, I would have suckled my wife’s breasts back when she was still breastfeeding my sons.

I look up to see Daddy and daughter watching Mummy and son bond. They are off exclusive breastfeeding but the boys still love their breast milk. The doctor said it was fine up till age two and I don’t mind since I enjoy doing it. But my nipples need a break sometimes. I wince again when B’s teeth sink into my areola. “Do you need help?” Brandon asks. “It’s fine.”

Kaleb was earlier, sucking on his hands, but after having not fed in minutes, he cried. Ethan wound up giving him up to his mother. After Samantha let her son latch on to her breast, she said to her husband while turning her back on him, "It's the sad part of breastfeeding, hon." She forced a smile and added, "But it's okay. As our babies grow older, they will have longer feeding hours." Realizing how Ethan had not responded, Samantha turned to find her husband, already fast asleep on the other side of the bed. She shook her head, studying the dark circles around his eyes.

The Husband proudly declared to the world that the Wife belongs to him. The Husband didn't hesitate to break the bones of those horny bastards. He looked as if he would kill them and Lia is happy, she is beyond comfortable. The Husband is currently feeding the Baby, who is sitting on the sofa. Lia scoffed as the Husband brought the spoon near Baby's mouth and instead of providing her the Husband ate that food. The Husband was playing ' is it your food? No its mine' for a while now. The Baby wasn't affected much as he already hates the food that was straight from the bottle of ' baby generic food.'

He explained to her while planting a kiss on her neck. Shaina barely understood anything because of the tickle she felt with every kiss from her husband. When his wife moaned, Travis felt even hotter. He stopped explaining, and quickly took off his wife’s dress. Just like a baby, he eagerly sucks his wife’s nipple. He can still taste the milk because she is breastfeeding their youngest. Shaina closed her eyes tightly when she felt her husband’s angry masculinity on her thigh. That toughness never fades when ready to go into battle. She also missed having sex with Travis, so she gave in.

Bad choice after bad choice. My son yawns and then grasps my nipple again, causing me to inhale sharply. Shelby and I researched breastfeeding on the Internet and discovered the discomfort is common. Time will cure the problem and Shelby promised to bring home some breast cream today. I’ll survive and be thankful for the opportunity to feed my son. His beautiful eyes flutter and he grins, in his perfect little newborn way, around my nipple. How do you express something greater than love? I don’t think you can.

Father and daughter were competing to suck my breast milk. "Husbands cannot drink wife's breast milk. It's just for our baby." I pushed Gerald's face. "Why?" he asked casually, still sucking my breast milk Like a thirsty person who fasts for a whole month without breaking the fast. "It's forbidden." "There's no history." argued Gerald casually. Still siphon my breast milk. "Gerald! You finish your child's food! Let go, later you run out of milk, I'm the one bothering the child whining." my voice goes up. And my baby woke up. Kelsea cried loudly, had just done my job.

"Every time he went on a business trip, I met up with my first love. He didn't know a thing about the pregnancies, the births, or my postpartum recovery." I watched as line after line of text scrolled past in the group chat. Every comment was like a blade, cutting into my heart over and over again. "Is it true? Neither of my daughters is related to me?" My throat tightened, and even getting the words out felt difficult. My hand was trembling so badly that I could barely hold the formula. Then, Evie posted the final blow. "My husband is actually in the middle of making baby milk and doing night feedings right now. Haha! Men really are pathetic."