Start working right after giving birth

Because of the baby, my mother-in-law came to help take care of the child, so my husband and I have become incredibly infrequent, maybe once a month. It's very inconvenient without the privacy we used to have as a couple, and since the older woman doesn't sleep much and is a light sleeper, we can't be too open about it.

Before last Sunday, we hadn't done it for almost a month. I guess my husband was suffering a lot because he'd mentioned wanting to go to places like Home Inn or Super 8, but we hadn't had the chance due to work.

He probably couldn't resist anymore; since Friday, he'd been making all sorts of little moves, touching my legs, rubbing my breasts whenever he had the chance, and even pinning me against the stairwell wall and kissing me for a long time while we were going upstairs, only running home when he heard someone coming up. Unfortunately, the baby was fussy that night, so we couldn't do it.

I added him as a friend, but I was offline until Saturday night. Maybe it's because of introducing solid foods, but the baby still woke up frequently, requiring me to soothe him. My husband and I were exhausted. Finally, the baby settled down, it was past 1 a.m., and my husband was fast asleep. I went online for a while and then went to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but I felt a familiar large hand touching my breast. I was still half asleep and too lazy to move. After a while, the hand slipped inside again and quickly started kneading. Now I couldn't sleep anymore.

"Stop it, I want to sleep," I said.

"You sleep," he

said. "I'm sleepy," I continued. "Ah," my husband suddenly inserted his fingers.

I endured the waves of stimulation below, turning to look at the baby sleeping beside me. He didn't seem to have been woken by my cries; it seemed that if I didn't make a sound, it would be fine.

"You've leaked quite a bit," my husband teased me again.

"You're so annoying," I said, turning to hug him. "You've gotten me all wet."

"Then let's take them off," he said, and started to act.

My nightgown was quickly pulled off, roughly yanked up, and he roughly kneaded my breasts a few times before rolling over and pinning me down. Then I felt a hard, hot penis thrust inside me.

"Ah!" I cried out again from the sudden intrusion. "Gently."

"Does it hurt? Are you still adjusting after so long?"

"Go soothe the baby if you wake him," I said. My husband stopped, looked at the child, and then slowly got up again.

This went on for a while, and although it felt good, it didn't excite me further. I also remembered something. "Honey... um... you didn't wear a condom."

"I calculated it, it's your safe period."

"Not safe... ah!" He suddenly thrust hard a few times, making me cry out again. Then he got out of bed and ran to the living room, probably to get a condom.

I looked at the child again; he was still sleeping soundly. So I rolled over, lay face down, and arched my back so I faced the bedroom door, so he could see me as soon as he came home. That should be exciting. My husband seemed to have been gone for quite a while. It's early November and the heating hasn't been turned on yet, so the house was still quite cold. Plus, there was a lot of water coming out earlier, and everything around was wet, making it even colder. I wondered what he was doing; it took him so long to find a condom.

Finally, my husband came back. By the light of the living room lamp, I saw that he had already put one on before coming back, which I couldn't help but find amusing.

Just then, he was already on the bed, gently patting me. "Little slut, can't wait, can you?"

he said, and then he inserted his penis, all the way in at once. I instinctively gripped the sheets tightly, but I held back from crying out. It seems the child has really had a big influence on me; if it were before, I wouldn't have been able to resist at all.

Wearing a condom between us definitely wasn't as comfortable. It felt like caressing each other through plastic wrap—it just didn't feel quite right. Maybe it was because I was always trying to make sure the baby wasn't woken up. Even though my husband tried all sorts of techniques, like the "nine shallow, one deep" method or circling inside, I never quite reached my peak excitement. Plus, whenever I felt like I was about to climax, my first instinct was to cover my mouth tightly to stop myself from making a sound. As a result, it just stayed in that limbo, and eventually I started to get bored. I just wanted my husband to finish quickly. With my mind wandering like that, the excitement slowly faded. I was just enduring his constant thrusting, feeling the lubrication trickling down my legs, which only made me feel colder.

To make him ejaculate faster, I deliberately moaned, letting out soft cries with each of his thrusts. But after all, we've been married for years, and he quickly realized I was faking it. So he thrust harder for a while, stopping after reaching the deepest point once. I could hear the familiar rhythm of my husband's penis inside me, but in my mind, I was thinking, "Finally, it's over. I didn't wake the baby.

" "What's wrong?" my husband asked, holding me.

"I was afraid of waking the baby."

"Oh."

I looked at the baby again; he was still sleeping soundly. When I looked back at my husband, he was already sleeping like a log.

I looked at the clock on the wall; it was past 5 a.m. He really wanted to be able to wake up at any time; otherwise, he would always sleep until noon. Lost in these thoughts, I slowly drifted off to sleep myself.

-------------------I'm a separator---------------- I originally wanted to write about both the time we did it in the early morning and during the day, but I'm writing too slowly. It's already 1:30 a.m., and I'm too sleepy, so I'll post this first. If many people like reading this, I'll add the daytime part later.

-------------------I'm still a separator---------------- Let's continue with the daytime part.

Although we did it once in the early morning, my husband and I both got up very early to do various chores. We were busy until noon. My mother-in-law prepared lunch, and after eating a little, I went back to the bedroom for a nap.

Just as I lay down, my husband climbed on top of me with a mischievous grin. I knew what he wanted from that look.

"Didn't you just do it tonight?"

"You didn't," my husband said, and started touching me.

He seemed very particular about this. Although I'm quite sensitive and easily aroused, it's not always possible. Even on our days together, there are times when things aren't quite satisfying, but he always helps me with his hands or by touching me.

My husband is very experienced with my body, and soon I was breathless from his ministrations. Seeing that the bedroom door was still half-open, and afraid my mother-in-law might suddenly come in and see, I quickly grabbed the blanket and covered us.

"Hey, what are you doing?" My husband suddenly pulled down my thermal underwear, startling me.

"Hey!"

"Are you crazy? Doing it twice a day?"

"So what? We used to do it twice a day when we first met."

"Mom's still home."

"Mom's taking care of the kids."

"Then close the door." Seeing how much my husband wanted it, I didn't object.

"If you close the door in broad daylight, she'll definitely guess what we're doing."

"I can't leave the door open."

"Then I won't move, I'll just leave it inside for a while."

"Okay," he'd come up with such a shameless excuse, so I had no choice but to give in.

I was lying on my side, and my husband was right behind me, in his favorite position. So he pushed my pants down a little more, took out his penis, and pressed it against my crotch, but didn't penetrate. He just rubbed it there, making me so itchy, and my juices kept flowing out, soon soaking the area.

"You said you wouldn't move."

“I’m not moving inside,” my husband said smugly.

“Put on… ah~,” he suddenly thrust in, just like last night, making me scream again. My mother-in-law must have heard, and I felt incredibly embarrassed. She was in the living room playing with the baby. In my shame and anger, I reached out to pinch my husband, but he grabbed my hand, followed by a violent thrust. I tried to cover my mouth, but my hand was pinned down, so I could only bite my lip hard.

“Hurry up and put on a condom,” I urged him when he paused for a moment.

Just as my husband was about to get up, I heard my mother-in-law calling him from outside, asking where the baby’s coat was. It seemed she wanted to take the baby out for some sunshine, and I wondered if she had sensed something and was trying to create an opportunity for her son.

“It’s on the crib, take it out.”

“I don’t want to move,”

I said, finally letting my mother-in-law go inside to get it herself. Luckily, the blanket had been covering me fairly well. When she came in, she glanced at us, and I don’t know if it was because I felt guilty, but I felt there was something else in her eyes. I can’t blame myself for feeling guilty, though, because my husband’s penis was still inside me under the blanket.

As the door slammed shut, my husband thrust violently again. I bit my lip, wondering if my mother-in-law was eavesdropping outside. He seemed dissatisfied with my performance, yanking off the covers and turning me onto my back. He quickly stripped me naked, then pushed me up onto my thighs, assuming a perfect position for penetration. He then thrust in deeply.

"Ah…husband…you…ah…how deep?" I could barely speak.

He ignored me, continuing to thrust in and out, only to plunge in again just before slipping out completely.

"Mom's downstairs by now," he blurted out unexpectedly.

I immediately understood he was unhappy with me. I chuckled inwardly but said nothing, only reaching up to touch myself.

"Ah…ah…ya~," I cried out. My actions aroused him, and he pressed down on me, thrusting into me forcefully and quickly.

"Little slut," my husband whispered in my ear, "Aren't you afraid Mom will hear you screaming so loudly?

" "No...she...she's long gone."

"You're screaming so loudly the downstairs can hear you."

"Liar."

"Try it if you don't believe me.

" "How?"

"You scream at home, I'll go downstairs and record it.

" "Then who will let me scream?"

"You touch yourself," my husband slowed his movements. "Who do you want to do it?"

"Honey...don't stop," this topic was getting more and more absurd, so I quickly changed the subject.

But he stopped, instead twisting his waist and stirring his penis inside me. I dreaded this move; it felt like every sensitive spot inside me was being touched.

"Ugh...honey...oh...how do you know how to do this to me?"

"I can't take it anymore," I begged, clearly feeling a lot of fluid flowing out again.

"Someone across the street is watching us," my husband told me mysteriously. Actually, he'd used this trick many times before, and I'd never noticed anyone watching. But each time it made me even more excited, so my screams became more rapid, and he started inside me again.

After he did that for a while, I felt like I was about to come. I tried to kick my legs hard, but my husband blocked me, so I could only spread them wide apart.

"Let me close my legs," I gasped. "Husband... ah..."

He thrust in hard, then told me to close my legs. He then straddled me, reaching out to play with my breasts, while his movements slowed down, becoming gentle. I arched my back, my legs tightly clamped together, twisting and turning, trying to draw his penis deeper with my internal muscles. I can't really describe this movement, but my husband said it felt incredibly good, and watching me writhe beneath him was very stimulating.

"Husband... faster," I urged.

He pressed down on me again, his hands reaching under me, holding me tightly, his penis thrusting even harder inside me. He knew the crucial moment had arrived. I continued to writhe beneath him, but I was pinned down and couldn't arch my back anymore. I tried to push myself up, but he held me down tightly. The combined force of our bodies pressed together, and he held me even tighter, thrusting into me even harder.

"Husband, fuck me to death," I kept repeating this phrase, but it was just a murmur; my voice had long since changed, as if I were... and his forceful thrusts made the voice rise and fall.

"Ah~~~~~~," finally, it came, I cried out loudly, the pleasure that instantly spread throughout my body seemed to have even reached my brain, my mind was blank, but in that blankness were me and my husband on top of me, as if we were tightly embracing in that boundless blankness, not knowing where we were drifting.

When I came to my senses, my husband was already on top of me, not moving, just kissing my face. I turned my head and kissed him, our tongues intertwined, and he immediately sucked my tongue in, still so domineering.

Afterwards, I felt weak all over, and we were still French kissing, and soon I was out of breath, trying to push him away, but even normally I couldn't push him away, let alone now. When he noticed me pushing him, my husband propped himself up and grinned at me.

"Ah," he thrust his penis against me again, the spasms that had stopped came again.

I wanted to hit him, but I missed. My husband had already rolled out of bed and brought me tissues to wipe myself down there.

"You forgot to wear a condom!" I suddenly remembered.

"It's okay, you're in your safe period." "

That's still not good, what if I get pregnant?" I was a little anxious; getting pregnant right after giving birth wasn't a good thing.

"If you're worried, why don't you take some pills?" My husband also regretted it.

"It's all your fault," I complained.

"You lie down, Mom'll probably be back soon, I'll get ready," my husband quickly changed the subject when he saw my worry.

It was indeed pleasant after so long. Although I was a little worried about getting pregnant, it didn't affect the wonderful feeling. Anyway, it could be remedied; I just needed to be more careful next time.

[The End]

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