Chapter 4: Resumption

“You know, George,” Sylvia Foster told her husband in September of 1972, “I never knew that a man could beam and ogle at the same time.”

“Kim is just so sweet,” George replied. “I was really beaming at both of you.” He ran his fingers through his fairly-new beard. Twirling his mustache ends would have been more appropriate.

“Sure. This is what boobs were designed for, really.” Subtle hint, there. “Your fun was just a byproduct.”

“Strange.” Picking up subtle hints wasn’t George’s long suit. “I could have sworn you got a little fun out of it, too.”

“Moi? Where did you get that idea?” She used her most teasing tone of voice.

And he responded to the teasing. “Could it have been when you held my head there? Nah. Could it have been when you gasped? Nah. Must have been when you pulled my hands to your breasts.”

“Well, maybe a little fun.”

“Yep. It was when you turned me over on my back and mounted me that you got your real fun.” George was remembering nearly eight months back. They hadn’t done that for most of her pregnancy.

Well, right now, all they had was dirty talk and fond memories. “Not really. I enjoyed the times that you were on top of me, too. Wanna burp?”

George draped a spit cloth over his shoulder and took Kimberly while Sylvia washed up and got ready for bed. The first few days home from the hospital, she had been exhausted. Now she felt hornier. Her daughter’s playing with her boobs, combined with the suggestive talk from her husband, had really turned her on.

George was obviously in the same condition. She could feel his stiff prick against her leg when he kissed her in bed. His tongue played with hers until he drew the kisses lower. Even then, he avoided her sore nips. His hand stroked her ass and her thighs before getting to her pussy. Then he kissed her again while stroking her clit.

He caressed her as she slowly climbed the mountain. Then, as she stiffened and spasmed, he said, “Oh, Sylvia!” He held her as she recovered. It was sweet of him, but it wasn’t the same.

And, when she brought him off by hand afterwards, he probably didn’t feel the same either. She had to ask the doctor on her next appointment about when she could resume sex.

“Husband getting anxious?” Dr. Brandon asked that Friday. Well, probably George was, though he didn’t say so. She damn-well was. “Tell him to wait another week. Even then, take it easy.” What taking it easy meant, she couldn’t tell. It probably ruled out her on top. “What method of birth control did you use before?”

“I was on the pill.”

“That’s contraindicated while you’re nursing. Will he use condoms?”

“Sure.”

“Nursing mothers don’t usually get pregnant. But it’s not rare enough to deserve a medical-journal article. So, don’t take the risk just so I could write it up. Apparently, too, it has something to do with nutrition. Western nursing mothers are more likely to be fertile than those in the third world. So, you need something. The pill is contraindicated. A fitted diaphragm wouldn’t fit for long -- your cervix and uterus are still recovering their shape. And, since the uterus is in recovery mode, I’d recommend against an IUD.”

“So, condoms are the choice?”

“Yes, if you can persuade him to use them.” Dr. Brandon seemed to assume a much more patriarchal marriage than Sylvia had experienced. On the way home, she bought a dozen Trojans from a drug store. The clerk looked a little startled. There were days Sylvia thought Regina was stuck in the nineteenth century. She hid the box away for the rest of the week, though.

“Burp her, will you?” she said. While he did, she dug the rubber out of its hiding place and put it under her pillow. As George cleaned up Kim and lay her down, she pictured the session to come. With that anticipation, George’s kiss and the strokes of his hand when he finally got to bed were even more exciting than usual.

When she got close though, she pushed his hand away. He lay back looking a little hurt. She dug the rubber out from under the pillow and handed it to him. “Happy birthday.”

He took it. “It isn’t my birthday.”

“All right, then.” But he easily evaded her grab for the rubber.

“Let me put it on,” he said. “If you do it, I’ll erupt.”

Wrapped in latex, kneeling between her legs, he kissed her once more before sliding into her. It was nice to have him back, even if his hands weren’t on her boobs. She slid her hands down his back, luxuriating in the closeness. She gripped his ass before pulling her hands back to hug his waist. “Welcome back,” she said.

“Oh, Sylvia,” he said before starting the familiar -- and so satisfying -- in and out. Her arousal was rising when he stiffened above her. “Sylvia!” he said as he throbbed within her. He remained strained above her for one moment. Then he collapsed onto her. She tightened her legs around his hips and her arms around his body.

“Sorry,” he said when he moved off. His hand went to her pussy as his mouth went to hers. His tongue was forceful in exploring her mouth while his finger was gentle in stroking her lips and clitoris. She’d been aroused, been nearly there. She climbed the mountain quickly again. She grabbed his arm to pull him against her pussy as she came.

He kissed her forehead when she relaxed. Later, he hugged her in the spoon. Later still, if not enough later, Kim’s crying woke her. She changed a sopping-wet diaper before feeding her. When she was back in bed, George cupped her boob when she cuddled against him. He didn’t hold her there anymore when he was awake.