Nipple Play & Wetting Dreams

The scent of lavender and baby powder hung heavy in the air, a familiar comfort after the chaos of the past few weeks. My husband, David, was massaging my swollen breasts, his touch surprisingly gentle considering the insistent, primal urges bubbling beneath my skin. We’d just welcomed our first child, a beautiful, gurgling little girl, and the sheer physical exhaustion of breastfeeding had left me feeling raw and vulnerable. Yet, amidst the tenderness of his touch, a different kind of desire stirred within me, one that I’d been secretly nurturing since reading about another woman’s comfort in sucking her husband’s penis. It was a strange, twisted thought, but one that felt undeniably potent.

“Can Daddy relieve some of the pressure on Mommy’s titties?” he asked, his voice low and husky, laced with an unspoken invitation. I nodded, pushing myself up onto my elbows, my body aching with the release of the let-down reflex. As he took my left breast into his mouth, a wave of heat washed over me. The familiar sensation of milk flowing freely, a primal response to his touch, intensified the strange longing that had begun to consume me.

“How does it taste?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, fighting against the overwhelming urge to simply revel in the sensation.

He unlatched his mouth, a playful glint in his eyes. “Like nectar,” he replied, and returned to his task with renewed vigor. The rhythm of his sucking, combined with the release of my milk, felt both overwhelming and oddly satisfying. I watched as his penis twitched against my shirt, the gym shorts clinging uncomfortably to his legs. The thought of his release, the anticipation of the physical pleasure to come, added another layer to the already intense experience.

As he continued to suckle, I noticed the tension building in his muscles, the desperate need for release. It was a stark contrast to the gentle tenderness of his initial touch. The longing in his eyes mirrored my own, a silent acknowledgment of the shared desire that had taken root between us. I knew what I wanted, and he clearly did too.

Finally, he pulled back, his face flushed with exertion. "Let's switch things up a bit," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. He repositioned himself, and as he did, I reached for a small bottle of breast milk from the bedside table. With a playful smile, I sprayed a generous amount onto his pubic hair and onto his hard cock, adding a bit of lubricant to the mix. The scent of my own milk mingled with the masculine aroma of his sweat, creating a heady, intoxicating blend.

He returned to his task, but this time, the pleasure felt amplified by the added sensation of the liquid. The warmth of the milk, the roughness of his skin, and the primal release of his arousal created an experience that transcended mere physical satisfaction. It was a visceral connection, a shared intimacy that left us both breathless.

As the first wave of pleasure subsided, I felt an irresistible urge to explore his body further. Remembering a past encounter, I retrieved a finger from my pocket and inserted it into his mouth. He instinctively unlatched, his eyes wide with surprise and a hint of anticipation.

"Can I touch you here?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. He nodded, a slow, deliberate movement that seemed to savor the moment. As he returned to sucking on my finger, I shifted my focus to his anus. Gently, but firmly, I began to insert my finger, feeling the resistance of his muscles as I pushed deeper.

He groaned, his body arching against my hand, begging for more. The sensation was intense, both pleasurable and slightly painful, and I relished the challenge. The release that followed was explosive, sending a shiver through my entire body.

We continued our exploration, alternating between sucking on my finger and fingering his anus. The rhythm was frantic, each touch building upon the last, pushing us closer to the brink of ecstasy. The shared intimacy, the unspoken desires, created an atmosphere of pure, unadulterated lust.

As the climax approached, David shifted his position, pulling me closer until our bodies were intertwined. He took my left breast into his mouth once again, and I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation. The release was monumental, a wave of pleasure that washed over me, leaving me weak and trembling.

Once the storm had passed, I noticed the remnants of our passion clinging to our bodies. The scent of milk and sweat mingled in the air, a testament to the intensity of our experience. David, unable to resist the urge to clean himself, began meticulously wiping away the traces of our encounter. As he did, I caught a glimpse of his face, a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction in his eyes.

He then turned his attention to my face, picking up a damp cloth and gently dabbing at the remnants of cum. As he did so, he noticed a few spots missed, and he playfully teased me about my lack of precision. "You missed some, babe! You know you don't want to waste any of Daddy's cum!"

He straddled my face, his hand reaching down to rub his hard cock against the areas where I had missed the wet spots. The sensation was both stimulating and slightly uncomfortable, but I didn't mind. I was too lost in the pleasure of the moment to care.

As he continued to explore my face, I felt a surge of desire, a longing to push him even further. I leaned forward, allowing him to glide his erect shaft across my cheek. The touch was both sensual and stimulating, igniting a fire within me.

He repeated the process, rubbing and tapping his cock against my face, each movement sending shivers down my spine. The intensity of the encounter built, pushing us closer and closer to another climax.

Suddenly, he flipped me onto my back and knelt over my face, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Now, this was a view I loved. Fully exposed, unashamed, and completely at his mercy. His erect penis dangled just inches from my lips, waiting to be claimed. I devoured him at once, sucking and licking with ferocious abandon.

The pleasure was overwhelming, both intoxicating and utterly satisfying. We collapsed on the bed, exhausted but exhilarated. As he lay beside me, his body still radiating heat, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. The shared intimacy, the physical connection, had forged a bond between us that went far beyond the simple act of breastfeeding.

A minute later, he noticed a small mess of cum clinging to my lips and chin. “You missed some,” he said, a playful smirk on his face. “You know you don’t want to waste any of Daddy’s cum!”

He scooped up the remaining wet spots on his penis and fed them directly into my mouth. The familiar taste of his semen, combined with the lingering scent of my own milk, was a potent reminder of our shared pleasure.

As we continued to cuddle, I realized that our unique desire for oral play had become an integral part of our relationship. It was a way for us to connect on a primal level, to explore our deepest instincts, and to share a truly intimate experience. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey into the world of pleasure, a world where our bodies, our desires, and our love for each other would always come first.

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