You may have wondered at some point in your life as to why men have nipples? There is a scientific explanation, which I'll save for later, but the short answer in one word is spelled P..L..E..A..S..U..R..E, pleasure, pure and simple.
How did I come to this conclusion? Well, it started innocently enough. My wife was pregnant with our first child, and she decided that she was going to breastfeed the lucky little tike. With about three months to her due date, her OB-GYN recommended that she start toughening up her nipples for the baby's onslaught.
This regimen involved rolling her nipples between her fingers for five minutes each. Wanting to be a part of this pregnancy and be supportive where I could with our first child, I volunteered to help with this activity. My wife reluctantly agreed and set down some rules. The first of which was that this wasn't foreplay and NO SEX would be involved.
I assured her that I was only interested in helping with our pregnancy wherever I could, and she wasn't in this alone.
This was to be an evening activity, so around seven, I would sit on the couch with my back against the armrest and the wife would slip between my legs with her back against my chest. Opening her blouse, she would remove her bra, and I would apply some cream to my fingers then begin to lightly roll her nipple between my thumb and first two fingers, initially for five minutes. Her doctor had given instructions to gradually increase the time to twenty to thirty minutes for each breast.
When the first session was over, I was flush and hard, but there was that rule that allowed me to help - no sex. After each session, her doc recommended that Udder Cream be applied to her nipples to help keep them from getting sore. Yes, Udder Cream! Farmers use it on their milk cows. My wife thought the same thing when she read the name on the tube.
Commenting, she retorted, "So, now I'm a milk cow to go along with this giant belly."
After a couple of weeks, our sessions were up to ten minutes. I would normally do both nipples at the same time, but being the devious fucker I am, I started doing one nipple at a time. Needless to say, this activity was much more stressing than I had expected. However, the wife was sticking to her rule, even though, I knew it had to be affecting her because of her breathing and erect hard nipples were giving her away.
The next week, I increased the session's duration to fifteen minutes. I could tell this was having a bigger effect this week. I noticed that she'd purse her lips, biting on them a few times while her hands would grip the sofa cushions.
This was a little more stressful, after about ten minutes, I thought I heard her moan, but I passed it off as wishful thinking on my part. However, a minute or so later, I definitely heard her moan.
"Are you alright?" I queried.
"Yes, I'm okay," followed by a, "Mmmm..."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"NO, no, don't stop! I'm so close."
"Close to what?"
"Cumming,… you idiot!"
My cock got even harder as it throbbed and pulsed in the small of her back.
"You know that I can feel you back there?"
"And....?"
"Let's finish this session, and I'll decide what's next."
"Sounds like a plan."
I continued rolling and began to lightly pull on them, too. She moaned again. I rolled them more firmly and she moaned even louder. Her butt was beginning to wiggle around as her hips got into the action, as well, by raising and falling with my finger action.