Milk BarI shall never forget the day of when I invited my first husband to suckle my **** and take some of the milk that I had. I was feeling so very horny. He asked if I was sure, I pulled him closer to me and latched him onto to me. As he suckled from me, I felt more horny than ever.
I would offer 2 or 3 times a day over the coming week or two, my **** for him to suckle on the milk that I had, and each time he happily accepted.
Then after doing some tedious lawn mowing and gardening one Saturday, he came in and instead of going to the fridge to get out some ice cold drink, he just came over, gave me a kiss, said excuse me and unbuttoned my blouse, lifted a *** out from my bra and clamped his mouth to my *** and started drinking, feeding from me. I was shocked by his actions, but oh how I just loved it.
After that, my husband would just help himself to my **** and take my milk. The more he feed from me, the more I produced and of course my **** stayed nice and big.
If he had to go away overnight, i would express some milk so that he could take some with him. I would then let the milk build up so that he had plenty to feed on when he returned.
We joked one day after he returned home for having to be away overnight, that my **** were now like a milk bar, just constantly on tap for him. I rather liked the term.
My husband found that he much preferred me to wear a blouse and a 'balcony bra' as he put it, so that he could have easier access to my **** and milk bar and I was most happy to oblige.
I had a lovely time breastfeeding my husband. I was devastated when I lost him. My **** will always be my milkbar.