Renewed Commitment
by Anonymous

"Where were you?"

I'd been with my friends after work, and "lost track" of time.

I looked at my wife in shame. The front of her white silk blouse showed two wet patches extending down to her belt that were almost dripping with her milk.

"This isn't just your entertainment center," my wife said, her eyes darting to her bosom, "they start to hurt when they get this full."

"I'm sorry," I stammered, as she started to unbutton the center buttons of her blouse.

"Sit down on the couch," she stated.

I sat.

She unbuttoned four or five buttons in the middle of her blouse, and yanked the two sides apart. Caressed in a sheer, slinky bra, she produced her breasts. Both cups of her bra were completely saturated with her milk, and I could tell that her breasts were right now squirting fine streams of milk into the flimsy cups, as the streams almost penetrated them, and soaked them through with her sweet milk. She sat into my lap in a business-like fashion, pulled my head toward her chest, and pulled her blouse to one side. Her blouse, still fastened at the collar and waist, hid one breast and exposed the other. She pulled her breast out of its cup. Instantly, her nipple sprayed 3 or 4 streams of her milk into the air.

I opened my mouth to apologize again, but she just thrust her fat, exposed, nipple into my mouth and said, "shut up and take your feeding."

I looked up at my currently stern wife, pressing her breast to my mouth, it's distended nipple fully resting on my tongue, and started to suck slowly but strongly.

I closed my eyes, relishing the taste of her sweet, warm milk. It had indeed been a while for her, and myself.

"When we agreed to nurse together, it marked a commitment to a regular schedule. I can't just "skip" feedings like you can."

All I could do was suckle rhythmically and look up into her eyes and nod my head slightly.

"I think you may have to recommit at a deeper level, or we might have to call this whole thing off."
We both knew the latter wasn't an option.

"You've been slacking off, lately, and we're going to reverse that."

She pulled her nipple out of my mouth and thrust her other breast to my face. I latched onto her other nipple, which had been leaking into my hair and onto my shoulder. I started sucking vigorously, swallowing large mouthfuls of her warm, sweet milk.

"My milk supply has dropped, with all of your missed feedings, and we're going to reverse that, too!"

I let that sink in a little, and gave another tiny nod.

"No more pumping - I want you back on an infants schedule - complete feedings every hour - for at least a month."

I paused my suckling, wondering how I'd adjust my schedule, nodded again, and resumed drinking her mothers milk.

"After that, if you've been good, and my milk supply is back stronger than ever, we can discuss modifications to your feeding schedule."

She pulled her nipple out of my mouth again and gave me her first breast once more.

"You'll like being on a rigorous breast feeding schedule again, won't you?"

I looked up at her, over her full breast, and nodded more vigorously.

"You won't be able to go out as often or for more than brief trips, but you'll enjoy being home, with all the nursing."

I knew she was right.

"After a month, I might go back to using the pump sometimes so you can attend to more lengthy obligations alone, but I'm not wasting a drop of it, so you'd better get used to finding a warm bottle of my expressed milk waiting for you when you get back, before you can have my breast."

That was a new concept, but it tickled me, and I sucked harder.

She caressed my hair, and put an arm around the back of my shoulders, hugging me closer to her breast.

She swapped breasts again, and we rested together, nursing, for a good ten or fifteen more minutes. I could feel her anger and annoyance drift away - nursing me always made her happy in the end. Sometimes my wife hummed to herself, and she ran her fingers through my hair.

She started rocking me back and forth slightly, and finally she said "I love you, you know."

I pressed closer into her bosom and nodded again, kneading the full flesh of her breast.

"O.K., that's enough for the moment," she said, and pushed my head back from her breast.

I looked at her with my mouth still open, wondering what was up.

She looked at my surprised expression and said "don't worry, your new schedule starts immediately. But, first, there's something else you've been neglecting." She stood up, her damp nipples jutting out from the middle of her opened blouse, took my hand, and motioned toward the bedroom.

"I love you, too," I said, following her, hand in hand, and I meant it dearly.