I Breastfeed My Husband Novels & Stories

The baby had stopped breastfeeding about a month ago, which left her feeling as though her breasts might explode, full, and unable to be relieved by her child. She closed her eyes slowly, the weight of disappointment pressing on her chest, as she longed for her husband's company. These days, she felt depressed by the distance that had grown between them, but also by the unresolved sexual needs that were tearing her apart, especially since she had to watch her husband undress and sleep beside her naked. That ignited her like fire, but she no longer dared to take the initiative.

It was his house, after all. Sex was out of the question. I was still sore and couldn’t imagine what it would be like for him to be inside me. We settled for a brief session of fooling around. We openly discussed the perils that awaited should he consume any of my milk again. He confessed he found himself craving the sensation my milk provided for hours after consumption and begged for access to my milk. After much persuasion on his part, along with a promise that he’d refrain from intercourse, I relented. After all, he was soon to be my husband and, from what I’d heard amongst other women, they often shared their milk with their husband. As long as Geoffrey took it easy and went no further,

Ki let out a screech as her mother looked up at me, wide-eyed not knowing what to do. "She needs her milk. I will get it." I was ready to make my way to the mini-fridge in the room when I realized that I didn't need to do that. "Or you could feed her." I told her, guiding her hands to rock our baby in our arms. "How do I feed her?" She asked. She looked around as if looking for the food. I chuckled again pressing my lips to her temple. "You feed her from your breasts, silly." My wife's face turned redder and redder, the color spreading to her ears and her neck.

I just smiled at him because I knew how he felt; he was embarrassed. “Hon, go outside first so baby Caelus can nurse.” My husband smiled and nodded at me. He kissed my cheek before approaching Cosmo. “Idiot, let’s go outside!” Jasper called Cosmo and put his arm around him. “Wait! Why me too?” Cosmo said, pouting like a child. “Come on. You’re not part of the breastfeeding. Leave that to your son.” Jasper forced Cosmo to stand up. “Babe! Don't allow it! Just for a moment, idiot!” Cosmo yelled, struggling against Jasper’s arm around him. I could see the awkwardness on my sister’s face. It was clear she didn't want her husband watching her breastfeed either. They are so persistent.

Brandon appears by my side at that moment, bringing Aaron. "Who was that?" he asks, seeing the man leave slamming the door. "The past walking away. Nobody important." "Okay. But I have a little guy here who's hungry!" My husband hands me the baby, and I lean down to kiss him sweetly. "Have I told you how much I love you?" And I walk to the back to breastfeed my little treasure, leaving Brandon confused in his place.

He shot Summer a look, and she pursed her lips before pushing the crib into the baby’s room. Then, Albert massaged my shoulders, ran a warm bath, and tucked me in like the perfect, attentive husband. But that night, I heard the sounds of moaning. After opening my eyes, my senses sharpened instantly. I strained my ears. The noise was coming from the baby’s room next to mine. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, hit record, and stepped out. The door was slightly open. Inside, their bodies were tangled together. My grip tightened around my phone as I swallowed back my tears.

He then adorably giggled, then stared at our daughter. Yes, our daughter who is only six-months old. I breastfeed her so sometimes, my breasts feel saggy and painful at the same time. I am still getting used to that feeling. Honestly, I didn’t know we would conceive after two years of marriage since my menstruation is irregular. We didn’t plan on having baby soon but after a year of marriage, Jackson asked me, “Do you think a three member family looks good?” I answered, “You want us to have a baby?”

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 almost winced when my nipples, which felt very sore, were brushed against the fabric of my strapless bra. Is Cillian a vicious big baby? He didn't stop suckling even though I don't have any milk, he's like a big baby who keeps sticking his mouth on my breast even when we take a shower he still does it, his mouth sticks like a leech on my chest, not only that he also did the same thing with my sensitive bud down there. I patted my cheeks lightly to reduce the blush. I was embarrassed and upset with my husband but I also enjoyed it. Oh, Chloe what a shameful woman you are! I scolded myself in my mind.

At the end of the series, the babies of his from these tattered mothers come out robust and healthy, portending a recovered planet. Mom: "Well, dear diary, that's about it for today. As you can see, one of Jimmy's father's crazy ideas DID work, though not in the way he predicted. We DID get a fortune out of it, but he didn't bargain on his having to move into Jimmy's old room, or of his son moving into bed with me. He also didn't plan on being a full-time Mr.Mom, tending the endless flow of babies, the product of his wife and her son's passionate relationship. I have to admit, the sight of crib after crib, bunk bed next to bunk bed, in room after room, is a bit daunting. You can't be in the