Christmas
A Story About Adult Nursing Relationships
I love Christmas, it’s my favorite time of the year. I love buying gifts for friends and families. I love wrapping gifts and putting them in stockings or stowing them away under the tree. I just love gift giving and Christmas is the perfect excuse for it!
The other thing that I love about Christmas is the snow. I love how when it’s cold outside people have to stay indoors, close to one another. It forces people to be more sociable, at least that’s how I see it. Some of the most passionate moments in my marriage have been in the middle of some kind of storm. Snow storms are the best because you just feel so helpless but not really afraid. The snow will fall. When it calms down, we will find a way to leave the house. Until then, it’s just us and we have everything we need. It’s really very intimate.
So one Christmas Eve, after I had managed to put the kids to bed at a ridiculously early 10pm, I decided to surprise my husband. It was snowing very heavily, so heavily in fact we didn’t know if we’d be able to make it to his mother’s for lunch the next day.
I went upstairs to our bedroom while he was tidying up the kitchen. In there I put on a silly red Santa hat and got changed into frilly red and white lingerie. I was still breastfeeding our youngest at the time so it had been a while since I wore anything aside from neutral coloured nursing bras. My breasts were huge, almost overflowing in the new lingerie. Actually, I have to admit they looked pretty damn sexy!
I got comfortable on the bed and called my husband to come join me. I giggled as I heard him coming up the stairs, excited for him to be surprised by my outfit. The grin on his face when he opened the door was everything I had hoped for.
“What’s this?” he asked me.
“Santa says you’ve been very, very good this year.” I smiled, beckoning him to come join me.
My husband is always so tender when he makes love to me, but he’s still intensely passionate. His tongue demanded my own as we locked lips, his hands exploring every inch of my body. I wasn’t in quite the same shape I was before the kids came along but it didn’t matter. He would always love my body and its curves.
The surprise was intended for him but the real surprise came when he unfastened that shiny lingerie and freed my aching breasts. The little one had fallen asleep before I’d had time to feed and I’d decided to wait it out until she woke. My husband was so enamoured with my swollen breasts that he took my nipple in his mouth and began sucking eagerly.
He didn’t expect to be so aroused by the milk seeping out onto his tongue. He looked up at me, to see if I was okay with it and I nodded encouragingly. He kept suckling softly, still paying attention to all the curves of my body, only pulling away to kiss me. Eventually he broke away from my teat and we made love. It was one of the most intimate nights of our marriage. That was the first (but not the last) time I ever nursed my husband and thankfully, by the time our daughter woke I had plenty more milk to go around.