Free Use Husband With A Vengeance [M/F][Fiction]

(Part 4 btw)

***

Childbirth can change a person. For better or for worse.

Another year has passed, I’m 26 and my dear wife of six years is 27. My Father in law has started to get soft on me, seeing as I’m currently the father of her favorite grand daughter and I’m with his daughter for the long haul. Lanie’s pregnancy went about as well as one could expect, with a few hiccups along the way.

Apparently, pregnancies can sometimes decrease a woman’s sex drive, but it can also amplify it. I find that for Lanie, her sex drive went into overdrive. She has always had a high libido, but during the first few weeks I had to stay out of the house for an extended amount of time because she would just drain me dry. During her days off she would constantly be near me, begging and asking for me to finger her or eat her out. At night she demanded I fuck her and have me come in her at least twice. Of course I served her to the best of my capacity, but when she started asking for me to bring her lunch and also fuck her in her office, I started to draw a line. I did it once, and when I walked out of her office with my neck red with her lipstick and her subordinates throwing me a knowing glance, I had to draw that line.

Okay, maybe I did it a second and third time… and a fourth time. But that was it, no more!

She named our daughter Maribelle and that Simon, my father in law, and Mary, my mother in law, insists on being there during the birth despite Lanie’s objection. Lanie held my hands, looking at me with fury and anger in her face.

“MOTHERFUCKER YOU DID THIS TO ME! NOW MY PUSSY IS GOING TO BE LOOSE AND YOU’RE GONNA LEAVE ME BECAUSE OF IT! DAVID, DON’TLEAVEMEPLEASENONONODAVIDNOOOOoooooo.”

“Ma’am, please breathe!” said the nurse.

“FUCK OFF! I’m sorry Tanya, please forgive me! David!!!”

I gently stroked her hair and kept her eyes trained on me. I had to constantly remind her that her parents are there, but she would just continue yelling obscenities at me and shifting from crying to shouting and growling at me. I reassured her that I will never leave her, and that there are exercises that she can do to tighten her vagina.

“You want me to work out!? After pushing out a child!? TOO FAT FOR YOU, AM I DAVID!!??”

I may have chosen my words poorly.

***

Maribelle brought a new light in our life and now I have to figure out how to be a father after never having a father to base my actions upon. While I can draw on my knowledge of sitcom dad’s, they’re all idiots and I’ll probably kill my child from negligence if I follow any one of them. I would ask Simon for help, but I’m getting the feeling that he’s one of those fathers that wasn’t really much of a father. He’s more immature than Lanie is. His little temper tantrums are akin to a spoiled brat, and I’m afraid of letting my child spend an extended amount of time with this man alone. I have a secret, well secret to Simon, agreement with Mary that Maribelle is never allowed to be alone with Simon for too long. Mary agrees with me.

I don’t really have any friends to ask for advice, so the only place I can go to for advice is the most vile place in the internet where degenerates gather in their little echo chamber.

Reddit.

For the most part the advices are true and it doesn’t really *sound* horrible or illegal. A few assholes here and there, but the population is generally nice. Maybe the degenerates are in other subreddits.

YouTube allowed me information on how to change a diaper, burping, how to install a car seat and basically a lot of information that I’ll need. Maribelle is proving to be a somewhat easy child to care for. She doesn’t cry much aside from changing her diapers or if she’s hungry and she’s such an adorable child! It’s been a blessing having her and being a stay at home dad has allowed me to discover a sense of pride that I didn’t know I could have. I wish Rosa is still alive so I can let her hold Maribelle.

***

I took Maribelle and Lanie over to their appointment. Maribelle is as healthy as she can be. Lanie has been feeling down lately and the doctor is worried about her mental health. He was about to prescribe her something for it but Lanie vehemently refused to accept it.

“So, when can I have sex again?” she asked him bluntly. I turned my head to her slowly, my eyes darting from her to the doctor and her face is as serious as can be!

“Lanie, it’s only been a week since you’ve given birth! You’ve got to let your body recover,” the doctor explained as he gave a short laugh, but then he saw how her face is.

“So next week then?”

I’m dumbfounded, he’s dumbfounded, and if Maribelle could understand what’s going on I’m sure she would be too. Lanie is serious, deadly serious and I can tell she’s starting to get irritated and angry.

“I would say a couple of months, three months preferably,” he adds.

Her knuckles went pale and her nose started to twitch, but she took a breath in and relaxed herself.

“Blowjobs and anal.”

“Excuse me?” he said with his eyes widening. I could feel the color rush from my face as I’m starting to realize that this woman’s tact and decorum has all but vanished and replaced with her primal needs. The woman who insist on drinking tea with the pinky outstretch. The woman who insist on never wearing polka dot. The woman who insist on wearing a proper dress when attending parties and event is now asking her gynecologist if it’s alright for her to have anal sex a week after delivering a baby.

“Can I still have anal sex and blowjobs?” her voice is flat, serious and her eyes are stern and focused.

“Uhh… Anal sex? No, no most definitely not. You’ll disrupt the repair process and you may rip some of your stitches. Oral sex? You….” he slowed down as his eyes trailed to me, then back to her, “may perform it but I recommend not being so….. enthusiastic.”

I swear my eyes were screaming at him, but I guess having a doctorate degree doesn’t excuse you for being an idiot.

“I will say this. I recommend not *inserting* anything in your vagina, Lanie. You do not want to have an infection, understand?”

This guy doesn’t know when to shut up, I swear.

She caught on. She’s always been a smart cookie. She looked at me and smiled, “thank you doctor, I’ll see you in a couple of months.”

***

I’m driving home and Lanie is back to herself. Her attention is focused on Maribelle as she speak gently towards her.

Then she turned to me and I can somehow feel this heat. I glanced at her and her brows are low and her eyes resembled a hunter watching it’s prey.

“Honey, you’re ok?” I said, trying to break her out of her trance.

She didn’t say anything for a hot minute, just staring. Then her hand quickly went for my belt as she tried to undo it. ‘What the!? Honey, what are you doing!?”

“You promised me road head from last year! I fucking want it now!” she snarled at me and I had to fight to keep the steering wheel proper. “I haven’t had sex in MONTHS! How dare he deny me my needs!”

“Maribelle is right there! Honey, can we do this later!” I’m begging her at this point, my hands are batting her own away and I’m fighting to pay attention to the road. I’m glad that there aren’t a lot of cars out at this time, but this is ridiculous.

“No! I fucking want it NOW goddamn it!” she shrieked as her hands worked in great speed.

“What if we get in a crash? Do you want our child to be hurt? What if we die? Do you want her to be without you, me, or both? Do you want her being raised by your father?”

That seems to do it. She’s breathing hard as her hands retracted back to her lap. “I… no, I don’t want my idiot father to raise her…”

“What, that’s what you’re taking away from this?!”

“I’m sorry babe. I’m just so fucking horny all the time. Are you sure you can’t let me give you a blowjob now?”

“Honey, how about this. I’ll let you have two road heads whenever Maribelle isn’t in the car with us,” I compromised.

“Hmm, how about four?”

“Fine, four.”

She smiled and she gave that little clap she would sometimes do. She went back to playing with Maribelle who, miraculously, wasn’t as bothered by her mother’s actions.

Then I realized it. This vixen! I noticed something as I glanced to my right sideview mirror: It was a flash of a smirk on her face. She has just leveraged our safety for more road heads! Who does that!? I fell into her trap, this harpy! No wonder her attempts at de-belting me were so half hearted! There was speed but not enough force or technique. I’ll have to keep an eye on her for more of her tricks, I don’t think anything shy of faking someone’s death is off limits for her, then again I thought she wouldn’t be begging to give me a blowjob whilst I’m driving. I hope it only extends to sex, though, and I can live with that.

Normally, from what I’ve read at least, after a birth she should be going back to pre-pregnancy levels of libido. Then again, she was plenty horny before she was pregnant and pregnancy definitely made it worse for her hormones.

***

“Maribelle is asleep upstairs and I’ve got the baby monitor on”

Lanie has been wanting to watch a movie lately, specifically “Cast Away” with Tom Hanks and Wilson as his co-star. We get about halfway through and I’m actually enjoying the movie when I suddenly feel her hands snaking it’s way down my chest.

“Honey, if you want my dick out you can just ask.”

“Babe,” she said as she looked up to me with that grin that she would flash and her big, beautiful brown eyes and a gentle smile on her face. “Take your fucking dick out right now.”

“I said to ‘ask’ not — never mind.”

I slid my shorts down and she took my hardening manhood into her soft hand. “I missed you,” she said softly as she kissed it and licked it, “tasty.” Her mouth enveloped the head as she started to hungrily suck on it.

“Lanie, my love, the doctor said to take it easy.”

“David, shut up and play with my tits.”

I took a hand and began massaging her breast, they’ve definitely gotten bigger. They used to fit my hand perfectly and now they’re spilling out.

“Be gentle babe, I’m a little sensitive.”

Hoh, sensitive she said? I started pinching her nipples and playing with them, twisting it and pressing it in. She looked at me, my hard cock in her mouth, and her brows furrowed a bit but she didn’t say anything so I continued. She started moaning and making some humming noise. It felt really good, the vibration going down my shaft.

Now I’m not much for masturbating obviously because of my wife’s sexual appetite pretty much leaving me drained by the end of the day. But during her last week of pregnancy where, miraculously, her libido took a dip, I have not had an ejaculation in about a few weeks. I’m a little bit sensitive right now, and she’s starting to get me near that stage of eruption.

Suddenly, she stopped and with a pop she removed my tool from her mouth. She then gave me this look, like she figured out the answer to a really hard math question. I couldn’t believe what she said afterwards, but it made some sense in a way.

“Finger my ass.”

I gave it a thought, a rather long thought. On one hand, the doctor said that anal sex is out of the question. On the other hand, I don’t think a finger will seriously disrupt her healing process. Still, I couldn’t just make myself look like I’m eager to stick a digit in there. I have to make her work for it.

“Honey, didn’t you hear what the doctor said? No anal sex!”

“I know damn well what he said, and fingering is not sex! Now get your finger in there or I’ll start biting!” She ended it with her making a chomping growl that looked more adorable than scary. Until she started moving closer to my pelvis.

I obliged. So I started with sticking my index finger into her mouth and she sucked at it as she closed her eyes. She went down the length of my finger and moved like she was sucking my dick, twirling her lovely tongue around it and such. She pulled her pants down and I proceeded to push in my finger in her brown button.

It felt a little weird for me and I paid it little mind. The fact that a finger that I often use is in her poop chute doesn’t faze me much. The way her butthole would clench around my finger and suck it in is something else. I wriggled it deeper and she’s starting to pant and moan and her contractions are stronger. I fear I’ll loose a finger in there. After a minute of it she stood up and removed her pants and she laid down on me with her back on my belly. She spread her legs over my pelvis.

“Honey, no! We can’t have sex!” I said as I tried to close her leg but she wasn’t having it. She just looked at me and nodded.

“I… I know. Can you just rub my clit for me babe? It feels better when it’s your hands.”

The gynecologist didn’t say anything about external masturbation. I’m wondering if my wife has a vibrator, she probably does and it’s probably upstairs in our room. I took my fingers and decided to experiment a little. I rubbed the top of her clit from left to right while I took another finger from the opposite hand and rubbed the bottom of her clit down to up. It took some time for my brain to coordinate it, but in a minute she’s squirming and spasming on top of me. She rubbed her breast and grinded her ass on me and I am appreciating the remaining baby fat on her. She has gotten, as the kids would say nowadays, ‘thiccer’ and her body is so soft and her ass has gotten some more padding. Not that it needed to, she’s always had such a beautiful rump. She’s asked me over the years why I never slapped or smacked her butt and all I said was “I’m allowed to?” Since then I would give her a love tap from time to time, but not often enough that I’m wearing out my welcome.

She’s giving off this droning *ooohhhhh* as she watched me work her clit. “Fuck… fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck David. Don’t fucking stop!”

And she claimed her orgasm. Her legs shot up and flailed wildly, her arms were grabbing at nothing and she even tried pushing herself off of me but I held her down and kept rubbing. She’s speaking in that ancient language and she shook and spasmed and shivered while I kept rubbing her. She grabbed my hair and pulled, she hooked a finger into the inside of my cheek, and she clawed at me but I stood fast.

“David! *Droht Kahdur makh khim*! DAVID!!!”

“Is that Orcish? Black Tongue? Parseltongue? No, not enough S’s to be parseltongue.”

She tensed up and screamed as a stream of liquid shot out from her. This is something new to me and I’ve no idea what it is. But her little moans and cries of pleasure have assured me that she’s not in any pain. I’ll have to do some research on this.

Her head went limp as it rests next to mine, a satisfied look on her face. Tears rimmed the bottom of her eyelids and came down and slid into her ears, but the smile has given my concern pause. I drew her in and kissed her as she came back down.

“Thank you, babe,” she sighed as her eyes closed. I laid her on the sofa and covered her with a blanket and found her little snore soothing.

I sighed as it seems I need to mop the hardwood floor now. I can’t let moisture get underneath them and rot the wood from the inside.

***

“You didn’t come last night.”

“And a good morning to you too, honey.”

I’m making breakfast for her, scrambled eggs for me and the usual Omelet for her with melted cheese and ham inside it. Her hair is a mess and she’s still wearing the clothes she wore from last night, of course with the blanket wrapped around her bottom.

She parked herself on our table, with Maribelle patiently waiting for me and has taken it upon herself to feed the little angel. Her face is that of smiles and laughter, but her words were a bit more adult oriented.

“Daddy didn’t come for me last night. No he did not, no he did not,” she said more to myself than to Maribelle.

“Lanie, my love, please don’t say stuff like that around Maribelle.”

“Well that just mean’s he has more in his balls! Yes he does, yes he does!” She tickled Maribelle’s little chest and the little dove giggled in response. Lanie kissed her on the cheeks and wiped the little drool that formed on the edge of her mouth with her bib.

“Honey, please!” I pleased as I placed her plate down in front of her along with some orange juice.

“Maribelle, do you want to visit Grandma Simon and Grandma Mary today?”

Maribelle cooed and laughed and giggled. I hope she doesn’t remember this. I caught on to that, her referring to her father as “grandma” because, as she puts it, Simon is a drama queen. But then it hit me, and it hit me hard.

Road head.

I closed my eyes upon realizing it and when I opened I found her wearing a shit-eating grin and she pumped her eyebrows.

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