Ever since returning to work, my life’s been a mess. My pregnancy wasn’t bad, especially because I was expecting everything to go wrong, probably because my family, friends, and doctor couldn’t seem to stop telling me how old I was, how brave I was, or my favorite, that it was a geriatric pregnancy. Quite the contrary, my pregnancy was relatively easy; only occasional morning sickness, no bed rest, and an increased sex drive, that thankfully my husband returned enthusiastically. My milk came in about a month before birth, and we both enjoyed the ways it impacted my body, with my boobs growing 2 cup sizes and the way they would leak when I got turned on was a visual confirmation of how frequently horny I was, and a signal for my husband I was ready to fool around.
Unfortunately, as easy as my pregnancy was, the post partum was as difficult. My body took much longer to recover than my first pregnancy, and the doctor recommended no sex, at first for a month, later extended for 2 more months. Giving blowjobs are great, most who’ve received one from me would say they’re my specialty, but they usually are followed by something that gave me my release. Selfishly, I wanted to get off, and satisfying my husband without getting myself taken care of was getting more and more frustrating.