You see, when we married, I was not yet consciously aware of my fetishes. DH was much more in tune with his kinky side than I was but was hesitant to ask me to participate in any of his fantasies for fear of my being disgusted and rejecting him. The funny thing is, as our sexual relationship progressed, I found myself fantasizing more and more about doing things with him that were, let's say, unorthodox. In hindsight, I had always gotten sexual vibes from certain non-sexual things, even when I was young, although I had no idea what was going on at the time. Those were the things that developed into my fantasies when I was older, and full blown fetishes once I gave myself permission to explore them. Maybe I'll write more about some of them in another entry, but this entry is reserved for a fetish that I discovered later than all the others.
I have always had a particular fondness for my breasts. They are shapely and attractive, I think. I am a 34D. My skin is very white, and my nipples are small and pale pinkish brown. Ever since I first grew them, I have enjoyed looking at them and playing with them. Holding them in my hands, squeezing them, pinching and tickling the nipples to make them harden and protrude, pushing them together to make cleavage. They are even big enough to lift to my mouth, where I can lick and suck on my nipples. They are wonderful fun. DH loves them too. He has always enjoyed fondling them and sucking on my nipples. But after I had our first child, he was more than a little concerned about how much access he would have to that part of my body, given that they now had a new, and frankly confusing, function.
I was more than a little surprised when DH came home from work one day with a look about him that suggested he had had a good idea. As we kissed hello, he grasped my breasts with both hands and began massaging. I nearly jumped out of my skin as a wave of intense sensation rippled through me and landed firmly in my pussy. As the milk leaked out of my nipples and soaked through my bra, I had to wrench myself away from the now hot, passionate kiss. "Later! We have to get the baby to sleep before we can have fun," I whispered in his ear. A fleeting look of frustration crossed his face, but he quickly suppressed it and began feeding the baby her dinner. Once we had finished taking care of her and she had dropped off to sleep in her crib, DH grabbed my hand and pulled me with him into our bedroom, shutting the door and turning on the baby monitor. With a giggle, I allowed myself to be pulled into another embrace, and we kissed passionately. Then, DH lifted my shirt up over my head and slipped it off. I watched his face closely and was rewarded when it lit up with a boyish smile at the sight of my half naked body. He reached out and ran his fingers down my skin from my shoulders to my chest, and then dipped them into the cups of my bra and lifted my breasts out of the cups. As he held them gently in his hands, he leaned down and lowered his head, taking first one nipple, then the other, into his mouth with a gentle, wet kiss. I moaned without intending to as desire for him hit me like a bolt of electricity. My hands moved to my bra band and unhooked it swiftly, allowing it to drop away.
DH clasped me tightly in his arms again and kissed me deeply, his tongue now exploring my lips and reaching in to caress my tongue. Suddenly, he broke off the kiss, grabbed both my hands in his, and pulled me to the bed. As we fell into it together, he settle himself on top of me in that position that he favored for going down on me, but altered a little: his arms reached around my waist while his chest rested against my belly and his stomach against my now aching pussy. I wondered what this was about- the only thing he could comfortably reach was my breasts. And he hadn't yet undressed. "Babe- what are you doing?" I asked. "I want to try something, if you'll let me," he answered. I looked down at his eager face, eyes hopeful and lustful all at the same time. "I trust your good judgement," I said with a smile. He smiled back and licked his lips. "Then lie back and enjoy yourself, because I think you will like this," he said in a husky whisper.
"OK," I said. Have I mentioned that one of my fetishes is subordination? I always make it a point to go along with DH when he has a request for me in the bedroom, especially when I am nervous about it. He knows that when I simply answer with "OK," I am feeling a little apprehensive, but complying anyway, and he loves it. He noticed it this time too, and chuckled softly. Then, with a sudden movement, he lowered his mouth to my breast and began to suckle. My first instinct was to push him off, because I didn't want him to get my milk in his mouth, but I held myself back in a gesture of self-discipline and obedience. Then, I noticed that he was swallowing. My heart skipped a beat. Now that I had noticed it, I felt it too. My milk was flowing, and he wasn't repulsed by it. On the contrary, his eyes were shut and an expression of calm was on his face as his mouth and tongue drew my nipple and breast as far into his mouth as he could fit it. He sucked and swallowed, over and over, and I felt the familiar sensation of calm and connection steal over me. I stroked his hair and smiled down at him. How on earth was I enjoying this? He was a grown man, and I was nursing him. But I felt completely at peace and closely bonded with him as he took my body's nourishment into his own. Then he stopped lifted his head to look at me. "How was that?" he asked. "It was wonderful," I answered. "How did you know? I never thought you would want my milk." "It's something I've wanted for a long time," he said, "even before we met. I didn't know if I would ever get the chance to nurse, but I knew if I ever had a baby, I would have to find a way to try it."
"Wow," was all I could think to say. He smiled knowingly at me and said "So I guess you liked it too?" "Oh, yes, it was amazing!" I said. "Then can I have some more?" he asked. "As long as you leave enough for the baby!" I answered. "After all, that's what it's really for!" "Of course," he said. "But any extra is mine." "All yours," I whispered, with a smile. He smiled back and bent his head back down, his hot wet mouth taking my other nipple deep inside, and he began to suck.