This is a fantasy of mine, written in the first person on purpose.
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I was standing in the kitchen making dinner when I heard his truck pull up. I was still in my dress from work, the older kids were outside in the backyard, and the toddler was in the playpen in the kitchen. I was making a simple pasta with meat sauce for dinner; my "go-to" meal for the evenings when I had worked that day.
I heard him talking to the kids in the backyard, and then he rounded up the steps to the deck and in through the back door.
I put down the spoon, turned down the sauce on the stove and went to greet him. A nice long hug holding each other; with him rubbing and gently squeezing my ass; and me running my hands up and down his back. A gentle kiss and a quiet "Hi."
He picked up the toddler, turned to the fridge and grabbed us each a beer. He handed the toddler to me, opened the beers, and we sat down at the table. We settled into our chairs, and I lifted up the hem of my shirt and unhooked the front clip on my nursing bra as I started nursing the toddler. This was our evening ritual - a few moments of quiet that we gave ourselves before dinner to chat about the day. As I switched the toddler to the other breast, his gaze lingered on my exposed breast and then he said with an eyebrow raised: "Shoulder rub?"
"Yes please" I responded.
He came around the table to stand behind me, chuckling as he did so. "I still love this view."
"And I still love shoulder rubs" I said as I turned my head and lifted my lips for a kiss. This one was longer, firmer, and held a promise of something else.
A couple minutes later the toddler finished nursing and squirmed to get down, then ran to play in the other room.
He pulled me up by my hand and held me close, hugging quietly. He cleared his throat and said hesitantly "I've been thinking that it's about time to make another baby."
"Really? I've been thinking about it but I'm not sure."
"I am sure" he said more firmly this time. "Work is going well for both of us, all the kids are in a good place. What better reason to shake things up than with a new baby?"
I made an "I'm not sure" face and then the kids came in and the moment was lost. It was time for the busy part of the evening to start: dinner, the last remaining bits of homework, family games, and then bedtime.
It was several hours later that our eyes met in the hallway after the last door was closed. The air was thick with the discussion that we had started earlier that evening and we got ready for bed quietly.
I was lying in bed reading when he came in, and I put down my book and opened my arms to him. He stood next to the bed, paused, and slipped down the shoulders of my wide necked sleep shirt, motioning for me to pull my arms out. My breasts exposed, he smiled and laid down next to me, resting his head on my breasts.
I stroked the back of his head as he nestled next to me and took my nipple in his mouth. Teasing and lightly sucking to make my nipple erect, he then latched on and started suckling more deeply. I can't really explain how feeding him was different than feeding our babies, but it just was. I think it's that with him love and sex and nurturing and arousal was all intertwined, whereas with the babies it was just the love and the nurturing.
Anyway, when he switched sides was usually when things started getting hotter. I rolled in towards him, nestling my upper leg between his as he latched on to my other breast. I reached my hand down to gently stroke his semi-hard cock, feeling him grow in my hand as he did so. I started shifting my hips unconsciously and wondering why his hand wasn't between my legs yet! I opened my eyes to look at him, saw the grin on his face, and knew that he was teasing me.
As my milk slowed, he loosened his latch and started kissing all around my breasts while his hand (finally) moved between my legs. He parted my pussy lips with his ring and index fingers, pressed his middle finger into my slit, and moaned as the tip of his middle finger made contact with my wetness. I groaned and humped his hand a little as he shifted his weight and moved on top of me saying "Yep, you are ready."
"Wait!" I said. "Ready for what?!?!" while thinking of our unfinished conversation from earlier that evening.
"Ready for me to knock you up" he responded firmly but calmly.