He Snored
by D.W. Dickson

It all started because my husband snores.  We are in our early forties and our children are now all out of the house.  For years Tim has snored but lately it was getting worse.  I would push him over, kick him pinch his nose, or wake him up.  It would stop long enough for me to fall back to sleep. 

One night nothing was working.  When he is exhausted nothing wakes him up and he was facing me to make matters worse.  It was summer time and I always sleep topless when it is warm. I don’t know why to this day I thought of it. I slid over and put one of my nipples in his mouth.  Just like as it did our daughters when they were babies Tim drew it into his mouth and began to gently suck on it.  I was astonished it was that easy.  Grateful now that it was quiet I snuggled closer so I was a little more comfortable so I could sleep.  I curled an arm around his head. The gently pull of Tim’s mouth and tongue felt good and relaxing and in moment I fell into a nice restful sleep. 

It was a few hours later I woke to him snoring again.  The nipple I used earlier was a little tender so I adjusted us slightly and put the other in his mouth.  Just like before Tim got silent as he began to suck again.  “This is great,” I thought and went back to sleep.

When the alarm went off Tim rolled over to shut it off and got ready for work.  I lay there for a bit feeling like I got the best sleep I have had in a while. Was Tim’s snoring interfering with my sleep that much?  Shortly I got up went about my day.

I got home from showing a client a house about the same time as Tim. He looked more refreshed from his long day more than he usually does. He commented on it also.  I guess my little tit trick worked for both of us.

Tim went to bed before I did and I stayed up to read a while longer.  When I came to bed Tim was snoring away.  Once again I quieted him down with my tit and fell right to sleep.  I switched sides again during the night and we both had another good nights’ sleep.

I decided I was going to continue this as we both were reaping the benefits of my breast. 

Eventually Tim became aware of what I was doing as I was putting him to my breast and he asked what was going on. After explaining what I had been doing he seemed surprised about this and his reflex reaction to him sucking.  He said that he had been feeling much more refreshed in the morning and has not had a headache waking up. He wondered why I had not said anything though.  I thought about for a moment and told him I was a little embarrassed about it.  I mean, how you tell your husband you stop his snoring by slipping a nipple in his mouth like he was a baby to make him quiet so I could sleep? He chuckled and gave me a hug and said if this is what it takes to make us sleep he was all for it. 

We snuggled down and I cradled his head to me and he drew my nipple deeper into his mouth than when he does when he is sleeping.  It felt good and comforting and I began to get a little aroused. Apparently Tim did also because I could feel his erection pushing at my leg.  I pulled him off the nipple and slid down my panties and pulled him on top of me and we had a nice leisurely time together.  Afterward once we were done and situated we settled back down with him at my breast and we fell right to sleep. I woke up in the morning with him on the other breast. Sometime during the night we somehow switched sides.

This became our bedtime routine.

Most evenings when we are home we sit in the family room and either watch TV or read.  Tim, because of the work he does will sometimes fall asleep in his chair and begin to snore.  I will wake him up and he will go up to bed to sleep.  One night after we started our new remedy Tim went upstairs to bed and came down about 15 minutes later in his bathrobe. I looked up and asked him what was the matter and he said he wasn’t able to go to sleep once he got to bed.  He looked embarrassed by this. 

It dawned on me that he was getting used to my nipple in his mouth to fall asleep. 

I asked if he wanted to lay on the couch with me.  When he said yes I had him bring over the ottoman and I swung my feet onto it and he lay down with his head in my lap.  His eyes got big as he watched me unbutton my blouse and lifted my bra over my breast.  I cradled an arm under his head and with my other hand I guided a nipple into his mouth.

 “This should help you sleep”

He gave a contented sigh and snuggled right to my breast sucking my nipple deep into his mouth.  I picked my book back up and continued to read.  After a while I had to make some adjustments.  The bra was starting get uncomfortable and my arm was beginning to go num.  I gently pulled Tim from my breast causing a pop as his lips unsealed from the nipple.  He woke asking if we were going to bed. 

 “No, I just need to get comfortable.” I explained. 

I leaned forward and reached behind me and undid my bra and reached up my sleeves to slide my shoulder straps down my arms and pulled the bra out.  I next grabbed a couch pillow and slid it under Tim’s head and guided his mouth to my other nipple.  Once again Tim drew my nipple deep into his mouth and pressed his face into my warm breast.

As I reached for my book I noticed that the nipple that he was sucking on was still wet.  I took a tissue from the box next to me and blotted it dry.  Once it was done I saw that the nipple was still thick and oval from the attention that it just received.  Pulling the shirt over it to keep it warm I once again began to read.

The rhythmic sucking of Tim’s mouth felt good as I read. I liked the closeness that was happening between us as I shared my breasts with him.  Just having him here with me this time of night was nice rather than me being down here alone. 

After a while it was time for me to get my rest.  Instead of pulling him away from my breast I did something that I did when I fed my daughters.  I slipped a finger into his mouth breaking the suction from my nipple. Tim did not even wake.  Gently I woke him up and sent him up to bed and told I will be up there shortly.  I grabbed a few tissues and dried that nipple and some drool that had got on my belly.

When I got to bed Tim was still awake and waiting for me.  I lay on my side and pulled him to the other breast.  A thrill went right to my pussy as he clamped onto that nipple.  As he sucked the need to have him in me became greater as my pussy was flowing freely and ran out of me and onto the bed.  I reached down to his penis and quickly it expanded in my hand. I tilted my head down and whispered.

 “I need this, badly.”

He took his lips off my nipple and met my mouth for a kiss.  I kissed him hard and with passion but it was not what I needed.

 “Fuck me now.”

I got my hands and knees and put my shoulders down to the mattress dragging my hard nipples across the sheets. With my butt up in the air I could feel my pussy juices running down my thighs.  Tim got behind me and I shivered in anticipation of him filling me up. He likes to run the head of his penis over my flowing pussy getting it soaked in my juices. I moaned at the contact and shook my hips with impatience. In one thrust Tim buried himself to my cheeks. Oh it felt so good.  I thrust back and began a frenzy that ended with him collapsed on top of me with both of us out of breath and sweaty. Eventually we regained our strength and cleaned up and went back to bed to sleep this time.  With a kiss and expressing our love to each other Tim returned to the breast he started sucking on earlier and we went to sleep.

From that evening on Tim would come over to me instead of going to bed when he would start to fall asleep on his couch.  We enjoyed the closeness and the intimacy of him at my breast.  We were always in love with each other but this seemed to bring back the emotions that we had for each other at the beginning of our relationship.

Summer was turning to Fall when I noticed that my bras were getting tighter.  I figured that I had been gaining some weight but the scale showed that wasn’t so.  I took off my bra to examine my breasts.  They looked fuller.  As I got older my breasts showed they were definitely not the breasts of a young woman.  They had settled some and as Tim would put it, some of the air had leaked out.  They were a comfortable B size with nice wide areolas topped with thick nipples.  Judging by what I was seeing I may have gone up a cup size.  My areolas looked darker also and my nipples appeared even thicker than before.

Since I did not have any clients that day and was all caught up with paperwork I decided that it was a good day to do some shopping.  Off to the mall I went and stopped at a few stores and bought a dozen bras. I was right; I had gone up a size and was now a 36C.  On the way out I noticed a maternity shop.  I thought about what Tim and I had been doing for the past couple of months and decided I wanted to check out what the store had.

I stepped into the store and was greeted by a well dressed woman about my age.  Pat asked if I needed some assistance and I was caught by surprise because I did not quite know how to answer her.  Finally I decided just to go ahead and just tell her I was looking at nursing bras.

When she asked if they were to be a present I replied with very red cheeks that it would be for me.

She acted like this was normal and had me follow her to the bra section.  I gave her my new bra size and she showed me a vast selection of bras.  I chose an Emma Jane in white that unclipped at the shoulder to expose the entire breast for easy access. When I started for the counter Pat asked if one was going to be enough and mentioned that I should have one or two more because I will need one ready if some have to be washed.  So I picked out a Goddess Love.  It had wide shoulder straps and when the flap was open the breast was framed by the bra. There was no doubt when you saw this bra that it was a nursing bra. Then I chose for my last bra a Freya Rosalie in a pretty pink print. 

As Pat was taking these to the counter she pointed out the pajamas and nightgowns for nursing mothers. So to top it off I bought a long lavender gown and a pink pajama set.  Pat rang me up and thanked me for my business and hoped to see me again in the future.

I got home and put all my new purchases in the wash and did a few chores around the house.  It was Tim’s late night and he was not expected to be home until after eight. The drier buzzer went off as I was sorting through my old bras. The garbage can was getting a colorful collection. I brought up my new lingerie to the bedroom to fold and put them away.

While folding I retried a few of the regular new bras to check the fit and look.  My breasts haven’t looked this good in years.  They were fuller looking and sat higher up on me.  The air was back.  Holding them in my hands felt different also.  They had more weight and substance to them.  I was getting a little excited about it.

I next tried on my new nursing bras.  The Emma Jane felt nice and gave my new breasts some nice support.  I got weak in the knees though when I unclipped the flaps to expose my breasts. Just seeing my breasts sticking out there for Tim was breath taking.  I think I was going to like these bras.  Three might not be enough.  The Freya Rosalie looked very nice on me with its lace and light flower print.  The flap clips and shoulder straps would be noticeable under most of my light colored blouses. Any one who nurses might figure out what I have on. 

I saved the Goddess Love until last. I was getting more excited as I was putting those wide straps over my shoulders.  I could feel my nipples get hard as I reached behind me to do the hooks.   I had to sit on the bed as I made the final adjustments to the bra. My breathing was getting faster and my panties were getting very moist.  My hands cupped my breasts and I could feel my thick nipples pushing at the bra cups.  My fingers sought them out and began to flick them making me lie back as my passion began to take over. My panties were soaked. Before I would slip a hand into them I had to release my breasts from the cups.  With shaking hands I undid one flap and then the other.  My firm breasts jutted out with their stiff nipples framed by the white material of the bra.  Cupping them again I gave my nipples one last tweak before reaching for my very excited pussy.  My hands never made it to my pussy.  Those tweaks took me right over the top.  With a loud groan my hips surged up and my pussy gushed out my orgasm.  It took me completely by surprise by the intensity of it.  I shook and gushed for several moments leaving me exhausted and wet lying there on the bed. 

That was one of the strongest orgasms I have had in a while.  I was dazed and my head was in a fog because of it.  Eventually I recovered and stripped off my panties and snapped up the flaps to my bra and took it off.  The bed needed to be changed and I a shower.

Once my shower was done and the bed taken care of I got dressed.  I managed to control myself as I put the Goddess bra back on.  A blouse and a comfortable pair of slacks followed. 

When Tim got home I was in the den reading.  We caught up with each other about our day.  I left out the part about the maternity shop and my little afternoon pleasure.  He will find out soon enough. 

The evening went on and the moment I was eagerly waiting for was here.  Tim was starting to fade on the other couch.  I moved my feet over to the ottoman and motioned for him to come over.  Tim settled on my lap with the pillow and waited for me to unbutton. I could not wait for him to see the new bra that would make his sucking easier.  His eyes got big when he saw the heavy-duty bra and watched as my shaking fingers undid one of the flaps.  Before he could say anything I stopped him with my tit.

He had just started to suck when he suddenly pulled away from me and looked at the nipple. When I asked what he was doing he said he tasted something.  We looked and did not see anything so he went right back to the tit.  I am glad that I was able to ease my tension this afternoon.  If it did not happen earlier I think I would have raped him right there.  His hips were moving and I could tell it was getting to him also.  We were not ready to break this loving embrace that we were having though.

After about 20 minutes I undid the flap for the other breast.  It was feeling left out.  The front of the flap felt a little damp and I did not think anything about it.  Tim switched to the other side and in moments he did the same thing he did earlier.  He swore he tasted something.  I took the breast in my hand to take a better look and did not see anything.  Tim went back to it again and I tried to read.  I was having troubles focusing on my book instead of Tim’s suckling.

Ten minutes went by and Tim slid off the couch to kneel between my legs.  He undid my slacks and pulled them off of me and then took off my also damp panties. He gently pulled my bottom to the edge of the couch and proceeded to part my pussy hair with his tongue.  I jerked when he made contact with my protruding inner lips.  Slowly he ran his tongue from the bottom of my slit to my clit. Soaking up the pleasure I was getting I looked down to see both of my breasts sticking out of the bra and his head was buried between my thighs.  Tim continued to slowly bring me to orgasm.

As I got closer I reached for my nipples and started to tug on them to help him get me over the edge.  Suddenly it happened.  It came crashing in on me with a rush.  My pussy gushed out its juices as Tim kept his tongue at me. I was furiously pulling on my nipples as wave after wave of my orgasm swept though me.  Soon I got too sensitive and had to push his head away.  Tim laid his wet face on my belly as I slowly basked the afterglow of our activity.

Lying there I realized that my fingers were wet.  I looked at them and saw that it was clear and was grateful that I did not make myself bleed while I was abusing my nipples. Must have been when I touched Tim’s wet face. 

Tim let me lay there until he felt me stir.  He got up and covered me with a blanket as I swung my feet back onto the couch.  I asked for a kiss and saw that his shirt was wet with my spray. Good grief I could have put out a fire judging on how wet he was. He went upstairs for a clean shirt after kissing me and came back down.  I was still spent and did not have the energy to get up yet.  

Eventually it was time for bed and we went upstairs. Tim slipped under the covers and he watched me put on my new pajamas.  I told him it was starting to get cooler and that he was going to like these.   I joined him under the covers and we got closer facing each other.  When he saw me draw the last breast he was sucking on out though a slit in the front of my pajama top he said I was full of surprises. I was glad he thought so. 

I curled my arm around his head and guided my thick nipple into his waiting mouth.  It was still tender from me pulling on it earlier but his sucking was therapeutic. It did not take me long to notice that his penis was very hard and was throbbing against my leg.  I reached down and grasped it.

“You can’t sleep with this like that.”

Tim disengaged from me and I slid further down the covers to repay him for the oral attention he gave me earlier.  I took my time and would suck on it like he did my nipples.  I could feel the vein on the underside pulsing in my mouth.  When his legs tightened and his butt cheeks clenched I knew he was very close to popping off.  I picked up pace at this moment and shortly he was giving me a generous amount of his juices to swallow. Once the first spasms were over I just kept it in my mouth until it went down in size and I knew nothing was left to leak out onto the bed. Well I had just changed the sheets.

After I drank some water that I always bring to bed we settled back down and went to sleep with my arm curl around his head and my nipple in his mouth.  During the night I felt him fumbling around with my top. He found the slit of my pajamas to let my other breast out and went back to sleep once he latched on.

It was about one in the afternoon the next day when I noticed my breasts were feeling sore and heavy.  When I got home I undressed. The tips of my nipples felt cool as if they were wet and the inside of my bra at the center of the cups was slightly damp.  A memory came back of when I had my girls.  My breasts were doing the same thing as when I was pregnant back then. They were starting to make milk.

Just as I did in the past I held up a breast with one hand and took the thumb and the index finger of the other and grasped the nipple about an inch or so from the end. I stroked it forward like I did when I had to hand express milk out when they were full.  Sure enough, a clear bead of pre-milk beaded up at the end of my nipple.  I did the same thing with the other and got the same result. 

All the sucking that Tim was doing was stimulating my breasts to produce milk. My first thought was that I was working and this was not going to work.  On the other hand I loved all the intimacy that we were enjoying and how we were spending more time with each other.  I also could not forget that it was stopping him from snoring and we were getting some of the best sleep in a few years. Once again I checked my nips and clear fluid beaded up again on both of them.  I was not ready to stop our bonding sessions; I was enjoying them too much. 

After a while I decided I would continue to do what we were doing and not worry about milky tits. In fact it might be fun as I thought about it. If it became a problem we could always stop. I started up the computer to read more about women my age getting milk and the effects.

A quick Goggle search brought me to the Ask Lenore web site.  It had some good information about breastfeeding and some about adult breastfeeding.  After reading about how to increase my milk supply I decided I really wanted to give this a shot.  I made some notes and decided to do more research.  I found a few message boards about people who have an Adult Nursing Relationship and those who wish they did and those who are just plain jerks. There were two sites that were wonderful and informative.  Most of the idiots were weeded out of them and there was some great information and stories.  Milk and Honey was the best and it linked me to a site that had a host of messages from adults who were engaging in this type of relationship.  The more I read the more I wanted to give this a try.

It was Tim’s early night and when he got home I was still on the computer. When he asked what I was up to I eager to let him know.  I took off my t-shirt and bra and grasped my breast with both hands in the proper way to express milk.  With a little bit of manipulation my nipple gave up a couple of beads of clear milk.  To say the least he was intrigued by it.  I told him how it happened after he asked.  When I told him I would like to go further with this he said he would be a very willing participant.

Taking him by the hand I led him to the couch and told him that we have to add some more sessions of him suckling to make this come about, starting now.  I made myself comfortable and he put the pillow on my lap and lay down.  I held my nipple for him and he opened wide and drew it into his mouth.  When he started to suck harder than usual I told him not to change how he was doing it before.  He relaxed and I could feel that he had a good latch and was suckling my nipple in the right way.

I checked my watch and took note of the time.  With Tim working late two nights a week I had to figure out a schedule and method that would make my milk supply grow.  Reading online said a breast pump would do the trick when no one was around, preferably a hospital grade one.  Oatmeal was said to help increase it also.  I like oatmeal so I will pick some up tomorrow.  I did not like the idea of using drugs, so just sticking to breast stimulation and diet was going to have to do it. When fifteen minutes were up I had Tim switch to the other breast.

This started us off.  I set up a schedule for Tim to follow and I found a lightly used Medela Lactina hospital grade breast pump for those times that Tim was not available for a session.  Gradually my milk supply began to grow.  The drops of milk started to get a milkier look to them and soon could fill a spoon.  Our excitement grew when we saw this progress.  After that my nipples started to spray slightly and Tim was getting a good mouthful.  That night was a very good night for us.  We ended up too tired to go to work the next day.

My milk capacity has increased to the point that Tim now has to spend a full twenty minutes at each of my breasts to empty them at each feeding.  His suckling is first thing in the morning for his breakfast, when he comes home from work, in the evening on the couch and at bedtime.  He still needs to fall asleep with a nipple in his mouth to keep him quiet at night.  Most nights he will have a feeding in the middle of the night.  Those days that he is home and has a craving for a snack I am more than happy to free a breast for him to latch onto.

With all this breastfeeding I have trimmed down my figure.  Tim taking my milk from me is good for about 500 calories a day. My waist is slimmer than it has been in years.  My breasts on the other hand have gone up another cup size.  I get many compliments on how I look and some of our friends and family think I had a boob job. Tim has had to change his eating habits as we noticed that he was beginning to gain some weight. He eats little food these days as he gets so much of his nourishment from me.

Pat, the owner of the maternity store, has become a good friend of mine. I have confided in her about Tim and mine relationship and she is happy and supportive of us.  I wear nothing but nursing bras now and many of my clothes give Tim access to my breasts.

She has me come down to try the latest fashions and is very careful helping me pick out clothes that do not give away that I have nursing clothes on for when I go out.

I have had to make a few changes myself.  My doctor was having trouble with me lactating and I have since found a wonderful woman GYN who congratulated me on the benefits that Tim and I have found since we started this.  She pointed out to me that Tim has had less stomach problems since my milk came in and she said that nursing him will lessen my chances of getting breast cancer. She makes sure that I know about drinking plenty of fluids and has given me supplements so I am not robbing my body of calcium and other nutrients.

Also my tits sometimes leak milk when I’m out in public.  If anyone asks I tell them it is a side effect of some medication I take to help me with my change of life. That generally takes care of that.

Of course, Tim thinks my leaking tits and wet spots are hot.  Last week at the mall, I walked into a sporting goods store to meet him. I look down to see that my tits were leaking. I quickly crossed my arms to cover them before anyone else noticed. Embarrassed, I was eager to find Tim.  When I finally found him I uncrossed my arms to show him why I had to leave. When he saw my wet blouse he smiled gave me a really passionate kiss and reached up with one hand and caressed one of my tits.  I could feel my milk gush from my tit in my bra as my letdown kicked in. Tim took me by the hand and led me out the store. Both of my breasts tingled and my letdown was complete and both nipples just streamed away. My bra was soaked and I could feel my milk running down my belly to the waist band of my skirt.

As we were leaving, men gave Tim the thumbs up signal and smiled at my wet blouse. A bunch of guys by the door actually said "Way to go, Dude!" Tim just loved this. I just couldn't get to the SUV fast enough to get home to take off my wet cloths and lay down so he could suck my tits until they were empty and take care of the big orgasm that I had building.

Tim had other ideas.  He had me get into the driver’s seat and he got the blanket out that we use when we go on picnics. It's such a great feeling to be lying out in the sun with a breeze blowing and Tim sucking the milk from my tits.  If we are completely alone we sometimes we have sex after he's had his feeding.

I looked around and no one else was near us in the parking lot.  Tim laid his head in my lap and handed me the blanket so we could cover our activity should anyone come by us.  I unbuttoned my milk soaked blouse and undid both flaps of my equally soaked nursing bra. It felt so damn good. I sat there, half naked from the waist up as I leaned forward and slipped a hard nipple into his mouth. I reached for the blanket to cover us and took a look at my husband and the contented look on his face, it gave me such a loving emotion for him that my milk letdown again. My milk gushed into his mouth and the other sprayed into the blanket and dripped onto his shirt. His sucking my tit felt so utterly divine that I closed my eyes and stroked his hair.

When I opened my eyes, I caught a glimpse of people watching us nursing. I looked up and saw two women walk by our SUV.  They were in the sporting goods store and saw us as we were leaving. I was grateful that we had the blanket covering us as their view would be of a half naked woman leaning over a grown man who was making sucking noises.  These women glanced over at me and didn't seem to react to the sight of me with the blanket covering me. They had to of known what was going on. The women just nodded hello and put their packages in the car and left.  

I lifted a corner of the blanket away and put a finger into Tim’s mouth to unlatch him so he could help relieve my other breast. Looking down I saw one engorged tit that was dripping and the other drained tit with the huge distended nipple. Tim smiled up at me with breastmilk on his chin, which I wiped away with a dry corner of my blouse.  He pushed himself up to kiss me and went back down so he could take my other breast. Once again I lean forward slightly and slid a wet nipple into his mouth and let him suck away. 

By the time we got home Tim was hard as stone. We ended up in our bedroom where he fucked me hard and steady for the longest time.  Everytime I climaxed, my tits squirted. I was springing leaks everywhere.  Our bed gets many changes because of this. 

Our nursing sessions are a big part of our lovemaking. When he is on the couch in the evening I like to hold or stroke him.  In bed he likes to reach down and give me an orgasm by fondling my clitoris and just sucking. Sometimes this is enough, but often it leads to more. We now have some form of sex about two times a day.  This is more than where we were a year ago when it was about two times a month. Tim has become a more attentive husband; he treats me like a royal princess, he listens to me, and he tells me every day that he could not imagine loving anyone more. It's a pretty special thing and brings a couple closer together. We are so much happier now. 

It all started with me making Tim quiet at night so I could sleep.  In a year’s time we have grown so much closer with our nursing.  I do not know how long we will continue to do this but we will definitely not be ending it anytime soon.   

D.W. Dickson
April 24, 20008

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