I Breastfeed My Husband Novels & Stories

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.

He asked nervously. "You're mommy's support, you're going to help her feed the babies, you're going to pull out her breasts, and you're going to put Olivia's nipples in the little ones' mouths, making sure they suck, at first it's kind of weird, I know, but you have to understand that it's a natural process and it can also be painful.

he told her. “Awesome ones,” she replied. Her husband could be overbearing with his insistence on following all the doctor’s instructions, but she understood why. They would protect their kids. They wouldn’t lose any again, especially due to avoidable situations. His hands pushed further up until they were cupping her bra. She tried to keep herself from saying a word, but he freed her breasts from their bra cups. “Baby,” she warned. Kyle grinned, his fingers rubbing over her hard nipples. These days, touching her tits were enough to make her orgasm, and her husband had been diligent with that since the doctor told him it was great for her.

They cried incessantly, and it felt like they wanted to breastfeed every hour, leaving me feeling utterly helpless. As I struggled to calm them down, I couldn't shake the sight of exhaustion etched into my wife's weary eyes. She had been through so much during childbirth, and now, the demands of motherhood weighed heavily upon her shoulders. While I longed to alleviate her burden by taking on more childcare duties, there were limitations to what I could do. The simple truth was that I couldn't breastfeed them like she could, leaving me feeling inadequate and frustrated.

But whatever it is, now what has happened is that I have become the first wife. "You have to eat a lot, okay?" said Raymond. "Well, I actually wanted to eat a lot but my breast milk wasn't coming in." I'm really sad because I can't give Bobby breast milk anymore. But I can't help it. What happened is like now. I just had a major operation and my breast milk has also dried up. After I feel like I've eaten enough, I want to clean everything. “You just rest straight away! Let me clean up."

"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?"

I really wished that I had woken her up and finished feeding her and closed my eyes. I felt him take a nipple and suck hard. I moaned in response. I felt immediate relief. Who need a breast pump when you have an amazing husband. He raised his head and gave me a smirk. I watched him hiding my own smile. Do all new parents do this? Or are we True nut jobs? "You taste amazing. My daughter is lucky?", he said. "So are you", I told him without missing a beat. "You have changed", he said rubbing his nose to mine.

I cleared my throat. “I'm sorry he can't; I need to breastfeed our baby,” I said with the intention to hurt her, but she didn’t look pained at all instead flushed a smile, which wasn’t fake. “I'm sure a nurse can help with that, right?” “Right.” “There easy, now Cli—” “But I need my husband with me,” I added, cutting her. "Oh, you know where your baby is; why don’t you just go and feed your child, or do you want me to help like I’ve been doing when your silicone breasts refused to produce milk?” she mocked, I felt bad for a second before dismissing it.

"How did you manage to make such beautiful babies, Suzy?” "Don't ask Hunter this question," I warn you, giving my breast to Adam, while Gabby helps me with Eylem. Colton politely looks away, despite the thin mantle that Gabby uses to cover the faces of babies and the source of their food. I think it will never cease to be strange to breastfeed two children at the same time. "You know what my husband is like. He may end up answering with sincerity.”

“You know, I know that many can take care of him. So, I am not really bothered by it.” “You are going to be a good mother, Irina, you just need to sober yourself for that to happen.” I said, and she shrugged. “I can’t even feed my son,” she said, making me frown in confusion. “I pretended to, but you know, I can’t produce milk for him. I haven’t been able to breastfeed him since day one, and he’s been bottle fed since. But I don’t really care,”