[chuckfinly]

So I almost did not post this because I thought I might come across as weird because 10 years ago, I would have thought this to be weird but I was wondering if anyone has had similar experience to me?

When my first kid was born, breast milk weirded me out. Not the sight of it but a little bit getting it on me and definitely I wanted nothing to do with consuming it. I remember my wife one time jokingly asking if I wanted a taste and me saying absolutely not and being repulsed by the idea. When we would have sex I would even try to avoid stimulating milk that would leak.

Two years later when our second was born I at first had a similar outlook so I was more relaxed about it getting on me. I will remember one time we were going at it pretty good and it just started draining out of her boobs. Both of our chests were slick with milk and sliding on each other. I found it to be a turn on and made some comment about this feeling pretty good. She responded by grabbing one of her boobs and spraying me with it. Now a little background about my wife, she produces an excessive amount of milk. We have a chest freezer that is full of mason jars of milk from when we had our last baby several years ago. We have no use for it but we cannot bring ourselves to throw it out. She probably produces four times what the baby actually needs. In any case, from that time forward I did not mind getting the milk on me and would deliberately get it flowing when we were fooling around.

Right around the time our third kid was born, I caught a cold. My wife convinced me that breast milk had antibodies in it that would help me fight the cold and she gave me a cup of it which she convinced me to try. It was not half bad and I started when we fool around taking a little sip from the source here and there which developed into they turn on for me as well. Best things progressed I would take more.

By the time our fourth and final kid came along things took an almost utilitarian turn. As I said she produces excessive amounts of milk and would need to pump where she would become engorged and get mastitis because the baby would not eat enough. It got to the point where she would not feel like pumping or hand expressing which usually did rather than pump. She would often in the morning before we got out of bed ask me too get some of the milk out and I would suck it out fresh. I remember one time she got on the scale before and after and we figured that I had gotten about 12 oz out. While this was kind of hot, drinking the milk in this way was less of a turn on then the small sips or her playfully spraying me with it or it just leaking out and lubricating our bodies against each other. The playful stuff still went on but I continued with these extra "feedings" (I really do not know what to call it) until we decided it was time to wean the baby. I actually felt great and had good energy on the days I started out with a meal of breast milk.

Part of me is sad that these days are behind us. I have fun memories of especially the playful parts of it. It was fun watching her extract the milk. Sometimes she would even laying over me with her boobs hanging in my face and squeeze it aiming for my mouth but sometimes getting on my face as well. One time we were horseback riding in one of the more remote areas of one of our ranches and her shirt was getting wet from leaky boobs. She took her shirt and bra off, hung them on the back of the saddle to dry, and road topless with milk dripping down and kind of hand expressed some milk off to the side when we would stop. This was in the early days before I was into the milk so I did not participate.

Am I weird for having developed this kink? Does anyone else have similar experiences? Please excuse any typos. I am on my phone in the sun so it is hard to proof read.