Perineum

Perineum – the part of the female body separating the vagina from the anus. Is sometimes under the risk of rupturing during childbirth. The act of lubricating it and then rubbing and flexing the tissue, is supposed to assist in preventing such an occurrence, or in the case of perineum cuts – to hasten recovery.

My wife was pregnant with our firstborn, and as part of the preparations the doctor recommended using some oil on the Perineum. We got the almond oil, and it sat on the shelf for about a week and a half before we started talking about using it. My wife was convinced that I would be completely disgusted by the act and develop bad feeling towards her, since she had a very wrong view of herself: big, bulgy and not sexy. I’m a sucker for my wife: she is hot, amazing, sexy, yummy – I’m especially crazy for her ass, fondling it whenever I can, constantly praising it (sometimes even in inappropriate circumstances) and above all: love to eat her out whenever she lets me, and grab her ass while doing so. As she was pregnant, I couldn’t get enough of her: her bust went from DD to G+, she was shining with the glow of vitality – my wife is as sexy as hell.

After a lot of convincing, soliciting and even bribe (chocolate), she allowed me to do her first perineal massage: she laid on her back, her legs folded and thighs spread, comfortable as she could get. I applied plenty of oil and started rubbing, very slowly at first, and then began widening my motions as I went. My face was but a centimeter or two from her pussy, and her sweet smell drove me crazy. I wanted to reach and taste with my tongue so much! After a minute or two, I withdrew my fingers and raised up. She was surprised at that.

“That’s it?” she asked.
“Yep, that’s what the doctor ordered. To take it slow and easy.” I replied.

And so it went through the next couple of days: every night when we went to bed after a shower, a quick message and then sleep.

But on the fourth day… I’m not sure what happened that day, but I felt a distinct sexual air about my wife, something under the surface all through the day. When it was time for shower and bed, she took longer to get ready, and when eventually she came to bed I realized why: she had shaved clean. The view of her shaven pussy, along with her shining smile and enormous boobs, shot my blood pressure sky-high and my dick to rock solid in a heartbeat.

“Would you care to rub me, down there?” she said with a knowing look. It wasn’t hard to notice my erection since we both sleep in the nude.

I said I would be happy to, and in a moment she was already on her back, thighs apart, that sweet musk of hers spreading all across the room. My cock hardened even more.

I kneeled at the edge of the bed and started to rub. My fingers slid a little deeper into her with every stroke, eventually reaching almost all the way in. By that time my wife was breathing faster in shallow breaths, eyes closed and one of her hands clutching the pillow. Her other hand rested on my head, hesitating. Her clit was swollen and red, easy to spot from the distance I was staring at it. I was nearly drooling.

I decided to take a leap, and dove in: my tongue met her clit, and I began licking it feverishly while still massaging her perineum. In response, I heard her breath quickens, the muscles in her thighs contract and stiffen and her hand pressed on my head, pulling me deeper in.

“Finally! I thought you’ll never do it! Lick it good! Oh God!….” she exclaimed.

I proceeded to do just that, licking her the way she likes, vehemently and passionately. After a few short minutes, I felt her shivering, and she began moving her pelvis up and down – eventually arching her back, throwing my head away and collapsing on the bed, panting.

I rose my head up and looked at her from between her thighs, now shivering freely with the tension and pleasure gushing and pulsating through her. We both smiled at each other when I asked if she’s all right if she thought that this was OK. She looked at me for a moment, then raised an eyebrow, calmed herself a bit and said: “I’m not sure. Shall we try that again?”

We spent the next two hours experimenting, just to make sure this is OK…
the rest of her pregnant nights went hotter from that moment on…