How I [F] Got Back in the Saddle After Pregnancy

Childbearing hips. That’s what people said to me all the time when I was pregnant. That I shouldn’t have a problem because I had childbearing hips. It’s strange that people felt free to openly discuss my figure now I was pregnant. Saying childbearing hips is basically just saying look at her body with those wide hips. They weren’t wrong. I have wide hips. Mark would be a sweetie and say I have an hourglass figure. I’m probably more pear. Either way I have some hips. And people said it was going to be easy for me because of them. Giving birth was not easy.

I’m not going into details. This is a place for smut! For sexy stories! This was not sexy. But the more we write these stories the more I want to be honest about relationships. And coming out of pregnancy was not fun or sexy. My body was a mess. We had a baby that could survive on very little sleep. Life was hard. The idea that our old sex life was just going to come back was a wild dream. And men, you might not know this so be prepared. But it’s actually recommended to have no normal sex for at least 6 weeks.

It took us far longer than 6 weeks. I really struggled. Mark had to take care of a baby but also me. As a way to help me relax he would typically bathe the baby in the sink, put her down to sleep and then help me bathe. It should have been sensual. But anytime we thought about actual sex I just lost all interest. We tried once and I felt so uncomfortable we stopped straight away.

But there’s way to make sure you get some relief! And I don’t mean just Mark. I had been a woman with a strong sex drive and no orgasms at all would have messed up my already poor mental health. The bath was usually the place for me. Mark would wash me slowly in the dark with only a candle or two. We had the baby monitor in there able to know she was okay. And his hand would then move between my thighs. Very gently his finger would massage my clit. While it was difficult at the time I look back to those moments with love now. Mark with his sleeve rolled up. His hand in the water. His finger against me. He had years of practice. He knew the circular motion I liked. I always forgot about my wet hands, grabbing his shirt and scrunching it up as I orgasmed, my legs twitching and shaking under the water. And then as I laid in the hot water as relieved as I ever was then he would wash my hair! I was pampered!

It wasn’t a one way street either! Mark got his share of handjobs and blowjobs. I didn’t want him to resent me. But he understood everything and he never complained. But I could tell it was starting to get to him. The blowjobs got more vigorous! He couldn’t help himself. He would fuck my mouth like it was my pussy. Several times he got a little too ahead of himself! I could never deepthroat him and we nearly had a few gagging accidents as he pushed too deep. But we avoided it. And with his hand wrapped in my hair he would empty himself in my mouth before I’d rush to the sink to spit it out (they tell you not to drink when breastfeeding. does the same apply to cum!?)

6 months after birth we wake up to an amazing thing. The alarm said 7. The baby was still asleep. Mark got out of bed to check and came back to say yes she was still asleep. I almost cried. He climbed back under the blankets and we snuggled there. Our cuddling grew into kissing. Our kissing grew into teenagers making out. Mark’s hands were finding all their favorite places again. Mainly Buttcheek A and Buttcheek B. I moaned into his mouth as he pulled my shorts off so he had access to my bare butt. His pants followed. Then my top. We were naked in bed for the first time in months. His fingers dipped between my legs. He obviously wanted to get me nice and wet. But I was already wet!

I took him by surprise then. I rolled him onto his back and climbed on top of him straddling him. His cock was underneath me pressing against my wetness. I slid myself up and down his cock. It felt so good. I had to keep biting on my lip to stop my moans. I didn’t want to wake the baby. Every time his cock head pressed against my clit I almost shook. I felt powerful then. Naked. On top of him. Grinding against him. I shifted my hips and was ready to take him inside. He quickly asked about condoms (no birth control while breastfeeding!) But this was it. We were going to do it. I knew it. I didn’t want to feel divided by him. I told him not to worry, he could pull out, and then I pushed myself down on his cock.

It was still uncomfortable. But not as much as before. I took it slow. Lowering myself down easy. Mark lay beneath me groaning, his hands squeezing my butt. Eventually I had his entire cock inside me. I could have cried I was so happy. We stayed like that for a minute, me leaning down to kiss him as I got used to his size again. I could feel him tense beneath me. Desperately wanting to thrust. But not yet. Slowly we moved more. My hips moved up and down against him. His cock slowly reclaimed its home. It felt so good. My hands came down on his chest holding him in place as I started to ride. His hands squeezed and kneaded my butt. We needed this so much.

I don’t know how long it lasted. It felt like hours. It was probably minutes. But we found ourselves in a familiar position. Me with one hand behind me, holding myself steady. My other hand between our bodies. My fingers on my clit. I was rubbing myself while Mark’s hands gripped my hips. His hips thrusting up. We were fucking if gently. I was so close. And then Mark groaned. He was going to cum. We had to stop. But I didn’t want to stop! We definitely weren’t planning on having another baby right away. I knew it was stupid. I knew it was risky. But I just didn’t care. I told him don’t you dare pull out. I bounced my butt up and down while my fingers teased my clit faster. Mark stood no chance. He groaned so loudly it might wake the baby up but he didn’t care as he came inside me. And then my entire body exploded. It was like the biggest orgasm in my life. I moaned so loudly that it would definitely wake the baby. My entire body bucked and shook on top of him before I collapsed on him. Laying on top of him. My red hair all over his face as we kissed exhaustedly.

And then the baby started to cry and we got up for the day ahead. And lucky for me my stupidity wasn’t punished and I didn’t get pregnant again then!

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