Reconnecting after pregnancy with [m]y wi[f]e !

My wife and I just welcomed our second child a month or so ago. It was amazing and incredible and we are both incredibly happy… but also incredibly tired. The feedings at night, long hours spent rocking, plus caring for our toddler is all incredibly exhausting and we are both just thankful to get a few hours sleep.

But, just because we were tired didn’t mean we aren’t horny. Plus, always caring for one of two children mean we rarely have time alone. We went from having sex every day, or every other day, when she was pregnant to nothing at all. It was getting to both of us, and the restriction on penetration for 6 weeks really ground our gears. I cannot tell you how many times we would be going down on each other, both of us full of need and lust, only to be interrupted from the other room by a cry from one or both children, even at night. It was like a constant state of blue balls. It didn’t help that my work schedule was constantly changing, meaning it was hard to get time for both of us nailed down.

[M]y Wife gets [F]ucked in her childhoor bedroom

We visited her parent’s house, her childhood home, about 9 months after we got married. We live in California and her parents live on the east coast, and we took the trip in October. You know, the perfect time to leave California! Jump right into winter.

And winter it was: raining and snowing alternately the whole visit. The sun came out a few times but it was my first time on the east coast and it took some getting used to. Her family is great and they welcomed me with open arms. In fact, it was so fun hanging out with them, we didn’t have any alone time for days. Around day 3, I am getting some serious morning wood, but since I was so newly married, I wanted to save it for the inevitable fuck fest the wife and I were going to have. In fact, we agreed that we would leave the next party early when we could have the house for ourselves.

[M]y wi[f]e and I on the balcony of the hotel

It was at a luxury 5 star resort on a balcony at night. A far cry from the BJ story I posted a few days ago.

Here’s the scene:

My wife and I had been married for about 3 and 1/2 years. We had a beautiful child in those years who was a little over two years old and we were settling into life together as a family. We had finally had sex (again, read my other post about the early days of us together) and it was amazing. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other! So we welcomed a new baby into our lives and this child was incredible.

But, as these things go, many other stresses came into play. Let me list them.

1. I was going to transition to a new job at the time. A job that came with a substantial pay raise, sure, but also was much more difficult and advanced in my field than I had experienced before.

2. This job meant we had to move, and do so with a young child without any family to help or support.

[M]y wi[f]e wins the bet!

So this happened not too long ago. We just welcomed our second child into the world, so this was in her 8th month of pregnancy. She was feeling big. To put it mildly.

She missed her curves, her flat tummy, her toned ass. She missed when her breasts didn’t ache from milk, when her pussy didn’t smell different. Hell, she told me she missed when she could actually SEE her pussy, instead of her belly round and tight with child. To put it frankly, she needed an ego boost.

Sex was still appealing somewhat, as she loves orgasms and cums easily. But she told me she felt clumsy and clumsy for her is the opposite of sexy. I told her she was beautiful to me, still hot and whenever she took off her clothes, I would hold her close so she could feel my erection and know she was desireable. But sex was difficult for her to get into. So, as the dutiful husband I was, I set out to wind her up!

She lay on her right side on our bed. One leg was up, her beautiful hairy pussy open and wet, as it is when she is pregnant. But she has a gleam in her eye.