It had been some while since my wife and I had made love. She had given birth to our son, who has been awesome, but left her not quite in the mood, understandably.
My wife, Nina, early thirties, a 5’1″, 140 lbs, petite, with dark brown hair down to her shoulders and brown eyes. Myself, 5’8″, 160 lbs, definitely going the way of the dad bod, with black hair and brown eyes, in my mid thirties.
My wife, being the awesome wife she is, would help me release my pent up energy with handjobs and blowjobs but nothing beats the intimacy of love making. We had waited the recommended six weeks before reengaging but it was a long six weeks.
That night, she came to bed in a red babydoll. We both had planned for this to be the night that we would test the waters and see. She was worried about her body not being as it was and it wasn’t. Her breasts grew two cup sizes, now a 34DD, were barely contained in her babydoll. Despite her changed body, it’s her I feel in love with. As she crawled into bed, I pulled her into my embrace and our lips met each other in a slow dance that built in a feverish desire. My hand clasped the back of her head keeping our lips locked into their exploratory task of one another. My lips wandered down her neck, tasting her soft skin as she moaned into my ear. Read more »