After Our Baby’s Birth

It had been six weeks since the birth of our first child, Matthew.  Mary Beth has been amazing—emotional, as can be expected, but amazing none the less.  She was feeding Matthew an average of six times a day, and I helped with her production excess about three times.  We’d also accumulated a freeze full of breast milk, and we stored some in the fridge for times that Matthew stayed alone with me or a sitter.  Mary Beth produced high volumes, but neither she or I had a problem draining her breasts as needed. Now, after her last postnatal checkup, Dr. Amber gave Mary Beth the all-clear to resume intercourse.

As she came back to bed after a late feeding one night, I reached for her to pull her into my arms and drain the last of her sweet milk.  Tonight, however, she pushed me down onto my back and straddled me. I felt the heat of her once-again-smooth pussy pressing against my cock as she grabbed her tits and squeezed them. Then she leaned over and rubbed her milky nipples against my lips.  When I opened my mouth, Mary Beth pulled her nipples while squeezing behind them, and streams of milk sprayed into my mouth.

Mary Beth moaned, and her pussy felt hotter and wetter where she slid along my cock, which rapidly hardened.  She milked her breasts into my mouth, and I drank it up as fast as I could. When she slid back and took the head of my penis into her pussy, I moan with my mouth full.

“I need you,” she told me. “I’ve missed having your cock inside me.”

I could tell she was still tender, but she wanted sex so badly.  Her opening felt a little looser than before, but that was to be expected so soon after childbirth. Dr. Amber had taught her exercises to help regain muscle strength, but it would be months before she’d regain her earlier tightness. Still, she grimaced a bit as she kept pushing back.

“I want you,” she whimpered. “I want you so bad, baby.”

Tears formed in both our eyes as I wrap her in my arms.  My cockhead throbbed, wanting to impale her.  But I whispered my love for her and told her, “We’ll take it slow, just like we did in the beginning.  Remember what you would do?”

Mary Beth knodded against my chin and slowly started grinding her clit against me while circling my cock head around just inside her pussy, rubbing it against her pubic ridge. She started to moan, and I felt a noticible increase in wetness.

“Feed me,” I said.

Mary Beth raised her upper body and pressed a nipple into my mouth, and I latched on, letting my tongue form a hard floor and press upward as I suckled like the baby.  Her warm, sweet milk filled my mouth, and I hungrily drank it down as she ground harder and faster.

She pressed back, crying out as she tried to take all my cock inside her, but I grabbed her hips and stopped her, only moving her body back and forth enough to slide my cockhead in and out of her pussy and rub her clit against me rhythmically.  Mary Beth shuddered, and I felt her pussy spasm and her warm juice gush out around me.

Her orgasm sent me over the edge, and my cock jumped, shooting rope after rope of hot cum deep into Mary Beth’s pussy. She arched her back, squeezing her tits and nipples, and her milk sprayed all over my face.  We lay holding and kissing each other until the baby started crying.

Mary Beth made to get up, but I told her,”  Stay.  Sleep.”  I pulled on my shorts and went to warm a bottle and get Matthew.  As I rocked and fed him, I started telling him how blessed he is to have a mom his.  I told him all the amazing things she would teach him and all the love she would show him, praising Mary Beth to her son.  Then I laid Matthew back down and crawled back into bed.

Mary Beth snuggled her back against my chest. “I’m blessed beyond anything I could have ever imagined,” she murmured, and soon fell fast asleep.