My wife and I are both in our sixties and have been married for over forty years. Before I met her, like most teenage boys, I didn't have a serious girlfriend. I thought women's lower bodies were interesting, but their breasts were captivating and intoxicating. The first time I saw my future wife's breasts was when we were both teenagers. It was an unforgettable image that has bound us together for years; it's a shared memory. The first time we wanted to be alone together, I drove along a narrow road that wound around a cornfield (there are many cornfields in Illinois), and then stopped at a secluded spot at the end. As we got out of the car, our eyes met, and I felt her nervous excitement spread to me, as if our gazes emitted erotic molecules that danced between our trembling bodies. The place where we sat was green and soft grass, and mature corn stalks shaded our figures. The afternoon sun seemed to soothe our tension. She stretched out and lay on her back, her eyes drawing me in. I had no experience with this, and it took me a lot of effort to lift her skirt and unhook her bra. Then, I lifted her breasts, which swayed invitingly. The soft light of the setting sun illuminated her pink nipples, and my eyes were entranced by their wondrous beauty and mysterious allure, as if they were pleading with me to enjoy them. I was drawn in by an awakened instinct, a physical urge, a deep longing to gaze, touch, and then suck. It was as if an invisible force from her breasts had ensnared me, rhythmically pulling me closer. So close to those real breasts, I succumbed to their eager call and slowly sucked her left nipple until it filled my mouth. My tongue moved rhythmically, from back to front. Then, a strong sense of pleasure welled up inside me, so intense that it always called me to try again. That was the day we were forever marked.

A few years later, we got married and had children. Each child was breastfed for a year. As the world became cruel and heartless, our focus shifted to the happiness of our children. Even though I had once thought about sharing my wife's abundant milk, that idea was quickly dispelled by our difficult circumstances.

As time passed, the children grew up and left home. After we retired, life became more relaxed and pleasant. As we grew older, we found that a long foreplay could bring peace and comfort. Although we were in good health and often enjoyed sex, her breasts became increasingly important and satisfying to me because she liked me to pay attention to them for a long time.

Nowadays, her intoxicating suckling of my breasts and her free and joyful feeding of me with her milk are no longer just part of foreplay, but an indispensable part of our daily life. We are calmer, closer, and have experienced the serenity that seems to be missing in many elderly couples. The touch of lips and nipples, as well as the connection of hearts, interweave together, and we both feel as if time is stretching, and the world around us vanishes. For a moment, we seem to be the only two people in the universe. At our age, the end of life is clearly visible, but we no longer wither or indulge in the unfulfilled old age. Instead, we have awakened anew and rediscovered those intoxicating emotions from our youth.

We can't imagine it could have developed in any other way, because our love has transcended the few minutes of ecstasy during the sexual act and risen to a higher level of connection, intimacy and fulfillment, a love that can last 24 hours a day.