I was in the middle of trying to wean the baby off the breast when I got mastitis.

I was doing massages, letting baby nurse, standing under the hot shower, and it wasn’t getting any better. Not only that, but I knew that if I didn’t help it soon, I was going to need to see the doctor for some antibiotics. It was getting very painful, and my breast was swollen.

My loving husband was very concerned; he hated seeing me in tears from the pain.

He approached me that night and told me that there was one thing I hadn’t tried. He proceeded to tell me that he did his own research and found out that sometimes a partner could help by suckling on the breast because the suction would be stronger than a baby. I was willing to try just about anything.

After putting the baby to bed, my right breast was engorged with milk and was throbbing from the mastitis, and the baby was not wanting to nurse on that side.

My husband had me prop up against the headboard with a pillow behind my back with my shirt and bra off. With his big, warm hands, he began gently massaging the outer area of the breast. Lifting my heavy, engorged breast with the hard, red puffy nipple. His warm hands felt wonderful against my skin.

He kissed me and told me he was sorry that he was going to cause me pain, but hopefully, this would help.

He laid his head down on the nursing pillow I had on my lap and wrapped his lips around the nipple and as much of the areola as he could while still holding the breast. With a strong suckle and pull, I cried out in pain. He started to pull away, and I grasped his head and told him not to stop.

I could feel the pull of each suction. I knew something was happening. It hurt so bad that I had tears coming down, but I wouldn’t release his head.

My left breast was leaking milk, leaving a trail down my belly onto his skin, while he was sucking with all his might on the other side.

I felt a searing pain that took my breath, and my husband started gagging with a flood of milk filling his mouth. He had done it. He cleared the clogged milk duct.

I was crying and laughing at the same time. I started to move away, and he stopped me. He told me I should empty out that side, and I told him I could pump now. With a mischievous look, he said that’s his job and went back to nursing.

As I watched him suckling and swallowing my milk, something else was happening to me that never happened when I was feeding the baby.

I was getting aroused. The hard pull of his suction was connecting to my pussy. I swear my breasts even felt heavier, and my nipples were swelling and protruding even more.

I gazed down at my husband’s body and noticed I wasn’t the only one. The tent in his shorts spoke volumes.

Sliding my hand down his side, I slowly cupped him. He groaned and rocked against my hand. I knew I had to free his cock from the restraint.

Pushing down the loose shorts, his cock sprang free, standing to attention. The loud, gravelly sound that came from him told me he approved. With one last hard suction and then a pop, my nipple fell from his mouth, milk dribbling down his chin.

He sat up, leaned over me and kissed me. I could taste my milk on his tongue as our tongues duelled, his large, warm hands, squeezing both breasts and fingers and twisting the nipples, causing milk to continue to leak out.

I was crying out into his mouth. We stopped kissing, and he proceeded to push down his shorts until they were completely off, his hard cock on full display.

Licking my lips, I threw the nursing pillow to the floor. By that time he was on his knees with his bouncing cock awaiting my warm mouth. I wrapped my lips around the head, already tasting delicious precum. Letting my tongue swirl and scoop, I made sure to not waste a drop.

He couldn’t hold still. He began to fuck my mouth. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat. I remembered to breathe through it and relax my throat.

His hands were in my hair, giving it the right kind of pull that he knew I craved. My body was on fire. My pussy was hot and getting wetter by the second.

He gave one last shove down my throat, giving me a good gulp of precum. Held my head while my throat milked him. Then he slid out of my mouth, pushed me down onto the bed, and ripped my lace panties off of me. My pussy was on full display. Legs wide open, he could see just how wet I was. My little bud was swollen. Whimpering, I slid my fingers to my pussy and spread it open. He took that as an invitation. Rubbing his engorged hard cock in my wet juices, he proceeded to push his cock head into my cunt. The stretch was amazing. When he got fully seated inside me, I knew he was hanging on by a thread.

I cried out, and he started pounding me. It felt beyond words, my pussy gripping his cock, and he was relentlessly destroying my pussy.

My big breasts bouncing and leaking milk, he noticed and growled. Bending down and taking my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard sent me over the edge.

I screamed his name and came hard. Soaking his cock and myself with my juices. He didn’t stop! In and out he fucked me, my body and mind all his. I felt him swell even more, and his balls were so hard banging against my ass.

I knew he was close; I wrapped my legs around him, giving him even more of a deeper penetration. His cock hit my cervix.

His neck strained. My legs shaking, I was on the verge of another orgasm. Holy Fuck!

With one last push, I felt the thickest release of cum hit my insides as I spiralled into an orgasm that took my breath. He just kept cumming. My pussy was milking every drop, until he collapsed on top of me.

After that night, I did wean the baby because he was ready, but the husband wasn’t. He took over breastfeeding, and it became our time, which led to some of the best erotic moments.