Crimson Tears, Nurturing Touch

Lacy had been on an emotional roller coaster for most of her pregnancy. But the sickness began to subside around the eighth month, and by the anniversary of our first real date and kiss, she was looking forward to a night out.

I walked into the house to see Lacy in a tight, scarlet dress that showcased the attractive curves she’d developed. But when I whistled and said, “Hey, sexy!” she burst into tears and fled to our bedroom.

I followed and entered. She was standing in the middle of the room, clutching her breasts.

“What’s wrong,” I asked.

“Everything! My body hates me!” she sobbed.

I placed my hands on hers and tried to ease them away to see what was wrong.

“Don’t…” she pleaded.

“It’s okay, beautiful.”

She acquiesced, and as I lowered her hands, I could see that the front of her dress was soaked through; droplets were collecting and dripping from the tips of her stiff nipples. When I reached out and ran my fingers over them, she jumped.

“My breasts hurt, baby,” she explained when I looked up questioningly. “I called the obstetrician, and the nurse said that I should start pumping. With a sob, she said she’d ordered a pump online, but it wouldn’t arrive until the next evening. She also told me she’d watched videos on manually expressing some of the milk. “But I was a nervous wreck, so I wasn’t very good at it.”

I felt so bad for her. Tilting her face up to me, I wiped away her tears.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here, and I can help.”

Hooking a finger under each dress strap, I gently slid them off her shoulders and down her arms until her engorged breasts were exposed. Then I leaned down and kissed her trembling lips.

“I’m sorry; I’m a hot mess,” she said.

“Shhhh. You’re still my amazing, beautiful wife.” I kissed her neck and ear.

Her soft moan encouraged me as I ran my hands down her back, pushing her dress over the curve of her hips so that it dropped to the carpet. I gave her ass a squeeze and pulled her tight to me.

Lacy felt her breasts start flowing against my shirt and chest and tried to push away, but I just wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pressed my lips tight against hers. As our tongues danced together, I filled my hands with her hard, swollen mounds. Then I pulled back, and we both watched my fingers slide along the taught skin to her turgid, dripping nipples. I firmly pinched her areolas, and she gasped as breast milk shot out in several streams all over me. I repeated the action a couple of times, soaking my shirt and getting hard fast.

“Mmmm. Don’t stop; that’s feeling better,” Lacy told me.

Once I felt the tension around her nipples lessening, I pulled her with me and lay back on the bed with her on top. Grabbing her ass, I slid her up my body till her breasts hung over my face, then licked her dripping milk. Lacy cried out as I clamped my mouth tightly around her breast and nipple. Careful to keep my upper teeth covered, I applied pressure with my tongue and lower jaw while sucking long and slow. When her warm milk squirted into my mouth, I groaned and continued to suckle and swallow. It was warm and thin and a little bitter, like almond milk.

I kept up the firm pressure and suction, and as her breast softened, I was able to bring more of her breast into my mouth. My fingers crept down her ass and found her smooth pussy very hot and wet. It made Lacy moan and wiggle to feel my fingers rub her slit and clit.

When the milk flow began to slow, I let go and pulled her other nipple into my mouth. Lacy cried out; tenderness made the process hurt at first, but only lowering the volume of milk in her breasts would relieve them. Long, hard streams of it made me drink fast. To distract her from the discomfort, I slid a finger into her pussy. It felt so hot and wet and pulsed around my finger tightly as her juices start to flow out of her. Before too long, Lacy tensed and cried out in pleasure, her orgasm causing her milk ducts to recharge and begin dripping anew. But the pain of engorgement had subsided, and she smiled down at me, weak but thankful.

I released my latch on her breast, and Lacy rolled to my side so that she could unfasten my pants. She freed my hard cock and re-straddled me, pulling it to her pussy and rubbing it up and down her slit, moaning. My cock felt her hot pussy for the first time in three months. As she pushed her hips back, I slid my cock inside her and began thrusting, feeling the pleasure building within me as she began to writhe in anticipation. Her body vibrated, and her moans grew louder with each thrust, and I could feel my own arousal increasing. The rhythmic motion of her hips against my back was both stimulating and comforting, and I lost myself in the sensation. With each push and pull, the pressure increased, and her pleasure intensified, causing her to gasp for air between contractions. As my cock penetrated deeper, I could feel her pleasure reaching a fever pitch, and her body convulsed with each wave of orgasm. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her spasms subsided, and she collapsed against me, panting for breath. Her breasts continued to drip milk, soaking my shirt as I held her close, savoring the moment and the incredible sensation of her body against mine. The scent of her milk filled the air, a sweet and intoxicating aroma that only added to the intensity of the experience. As we lay there, exhausted but satisfied, I knew that this was just the beginning of our passionate and intimate journey together. The warmth of her body, the touch of her skin, and the release of her pleasure left me feeling utterly consumed by desire. The sight of her milky breasts and swollen body filled me with an overwhelming sense of lust and longing. As I gazed into her eyes, I realized that our connection was deeper than just physical intimacy; it was a bond forged in passion and mutual respect. With a gentle smile, I leaned in and kissed her lips, savoring the taste of her sweet, milky breath.

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