"No, I never needed one, and it's too late to get one now. They cost money, you know. I thought I could do this tonight. Sorry, but I can't."
She tries to save us money. We need that.
She adds, "Be a man."
This is probably not in anyone's definition of being a man. No, it is: Helping my wife. Helping my wife with the problems of raising a baby. I scoot over to her and lower my face to her breasts. As a matter of habit, I start with kisses to her breast, then realize that isn't the point.
Her nipple is staring at me, inches away. Challenging me. I take it into my mouth, which I have done so many times before. And I . . .
start sucking on it.
Nothing happens at first, which is what I expected, and then there's milk in my mouth. Which I expected, but it's still not the kind of thing anyone could expect. Then I'm surprised when the milk is warm - somewhere in my head I thought all milk was cold.
And then I have a mouthful of milk, and I could spit it out, but there's no convenient place to spit. And she swallows my cum when she gives me a blow job, so I think the same principle applies here. I respectfully swallow her milk.
Which is just strange. I'm not actually hungry, so I'm not getting the full effect that Benjamin gets. But, like Benjamin, my head is pillowed on her breasts, and my mouth is latched to her nipple. And I'm drinking the milk that my wife produced.
I tell myself I'm not a baby, that I am just doing this to help. Then that becomes unimportant. I settle into a routine of sucking and swallowing and being totally inside the full magic of her breasts. Life is a miracle.
When I am almost done with one breast, she moves me to the other and holds my head. When I'm finshed with that one, I look up at her and joke, "I just drank all of Benjamin's milk."
She smiles and kisses me. "I think I can make more." And we lie back-to-back, touching, and fall asleep.
