Learning by Laura K.

Learning by Laura K.

When I became pregnant with our first, my DH and I relished the opportunity to discover many new feelings and sensations in our relationship. It was a forgone conclusion that he and I would enjoy the experience of nursing at some level. We both desired it greatly. Though pregnancy, he helped me "prepare" my breasts and nipples by frequent handling, sucking, performing various "nipple" exercises, applying breast cream. The months seemed to pass quickly. Finally, our daughter was born. Because of a few minor complications, we were in the hospital for 6 days. That actually turned out to be a plus. I was there when my milk came in fully and the lactation consultant helped me get started well in breastfeeding. But hospitals are hospitals, and when we got home it was a relief.

I was anxious for my DH to experience suckling my milk. That evening, after the baby was nursed and asleep, it was finally time for his first nursing. I have to admit now, we were pretty excited, but rather clumsy. I lay down on the bed and my husband laid gently on top of me. We kissed gently, yet with passion. As we broke out kiss, I shifted my nursing gown to expose my full breasts. I watched closely as he embraced my nipple with his warm lips and began to suck. I had discovered in the hospital that I wasn't going to have any trouble with letdown. My nipples had grown tremendously during pregnancy. They were almost an inch long and firmly erect all the time. I could feel strongly that tingling sensation and had already seen my milk spray those wonderful tiny jets of milk from my unused breast while nursing the baby. It seemed just seconds after he began to suck my nipple that the tingling began and I saw milk flowing from my other breast. His groaning confirmed that he was tasting the warm ambrosia from my breast. His thrusting movements against my legs felt good. That's when he suddenly came right there in his briefs.

I knew nursing was an erotic thought to him, but neither he nor I knew that such raw animal instincts would grip him. The first week at home he would "attempt" to nurse frequently. But everytime my milk would let down he would come. That's when I realized that he was going to have to learn to "nurse." The instincts present in infants of suckling for 20 to 30 minutes had been lost through the years. I had also begun to realize that he was not latched on properly, but was only sucking my nipple, not taking my areola into his mouth to milk my breast and the milk pools beneath the dark area like the baby. I was going to have to teach my husband to nurse.

It really was an exciting thought for me. I was still bleeding from the birth, so sex was not an option. Yet, I knew I'd have to relieve him to calm his drive. That first lesson began with me orally taking care of him in bed. I waited for about thirty minutes for him to recover his energy. Then I straddled over him, allowing my full breasts to hang down. We have a pretty large headboard, so I rested my arms on it, and this placed my breasts hanging down right to his face. I explained the need for him to take all the areola in his mouth and use his jaws to milk my breast, that my nipple would not be in his lips, but further back in his mouth. By being over him and letting my breasts hang, it proved to be a very good position for him to latch on properly. With his head resting on two pillows, I lowered my breast to his mouth. He opened wide and took my breast. It was perfect. I watched all the dark areolae disappear into his mouth. Then very deliberately, he began milking my breast. The feeling I experienced in my nipples and breasts was perfect. I could almost see my nipple rubbing the palate in his mouth. I could feel his jaws milking the pools beneath my areola. Calmly, and quietly, he nursed, he suckled, he milked my breast. My letdown came in only moments. I could feel the movement in his hips, but I gently carressed his face, calming him. For 5 or 6 minutes he suckled. He had never been able to nurse more than 2 minutes before.

We stopped for a couple of minutes and then repeated with my other breast. It was so cool. He did wonderfully.

For the next week and a half we continued that technique, adding time to each nursing sesson on each breast. We worked up to 15 minutes on each side.

Then we added the more traditional postion of me lying on my side, and him lying on his side and nursing. A few days later we began began using the postion of me sitting up, and him laying his head in my lap and nursing. I even began tandem nursing him and the baby at the same time.

What we had discovered was that those instincts from his own infancy had to be retrained somewhat. But he was a good learner. I doesn't matter what postion or situation we are in now. I can feel my breasts deep in his mouth. He now nurses, he suckles well, milking my breasts of all their abundance.

He does still have a tendency to "lose it" when we are making love and he is nursing. Sometimes he can control as he nurses, sometimes not. But, then again, we are no longer separated like those first few weeks after childbirth. And if I want, I can get him to "letdown" right in time with my letdown.

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