After drying off, she slipped on her white robe and then carefully opened the door to her room. She looked out into the hallway, finding the coast to be clear. From downstairs, she could hear the sound of the television. She stepped out into the hall and carefully closed her bedroom door behind her. She then made the short walk down the hall to the double doors of the master suite. She opened the left side door just enough to slip into the room. She then closed it quietly behind her and engaged the lock.
Jake and Laura were on the bed. Jake was naked, his penis erect and being stroked lightly by Laura’s hand. Laura was wearing a long t-shirt over her maternity bra. Her legs were bare and she had no underwear on. Jake’s hand was playing idly with her wet, freshly shaven vagina. The sight of the two of them got her juices running even stronger.
“You started without me,” she said with a pout.
“Just a few preliminaries,” Jake said.
“We had to find something to do while we waited for you,” Laura said.
Celia giggled a little and then shucked her robe, showing them her naked body for the first time in more than a month. She dropped the robe to the floor and then walked to the foot of the bed. “I’m not sure what the plan is here, or if there is a plan,” she said, “but I just want it known that at some point I really could use that dick in my pussy.”
“We can make that happen,” Laura said with a smile. “At least someone will get some use out of it.”
“You know I’d fuck you if I could,” Jake said.
“I know, sweetie,” she said. “Now then, I want you both to know that I have had none of those secretions or leakage out of my hoo-hoo in more than a week now.”
“Uh ... okay,” Jake said slowly. “That’s good to know.”
“I’m telling you this for a reason,” Laura said. “I don’t care which one of you does it, or if you want to take turns, or what, but I want a mouth on my pussy and I want it there right now.”
Jake volunteered for the job. He went down between his wife’s legs and relished the taste, smell, and texture of her vagina on his mouth and tongue. He had missed the act of cunnilingus almost as much as the act of “penile-vaginal copulation”, as Nerdly put it. Laura certainly enjoyed his ministrations. She moaned and grew sweaty and flushed while Jake ate her and Celia tongue kissed her mouth and nibbled on her earlobes and neck. And, when she had her orgasm, they found that Sharon was right. So much milk came out of her breasts that the nipple pads became saturated and large wet spots appeared on her t-shirt.
“This is embarrassing,” she said, looking down at herself.
“Actually, it’s kind of hot, Teach,” Celia told her.
“Really?”
“Yeah, really,” Celia assured her. “Now, is this the part where I get some dick?”
It was the part where she got some dick. Jake mounted her in the missionary position and began to thrust away inside of her while Laura sucked on her nipples and occasionally went up to give her a passionate tongue kiss. Celia moaned out an orgasm of her own and then Jake, who had been barely hanging on through the entire encounter, blasted a huge load of semen into her spasming chasm.
“All right then,” Laura said, her eyes shining lustfully for the first time in more than a month. “You know where I’m headed now.”
“Oh yeah, Teach,” Celia encouraged. “Eat it out of me. It’s so fucking hot when you do that.”
Laura went down between Celia’s legs and went to work. Jake went to work on Celia’s nipples with his mouth, occasionally giving her a kiss of passion of his own. Seeing his wife doing her work and feeling the lush body of Celia against him caused Little Jake to quickly get back in the game. He began to wonder what the etiquette was in this situation. Normally he would give Laura the second load. But Laura’s cooter was out of order currently. Was it okay to fuck Celia again? Or should he let Laura relieve the pressure with her mouth?
Laura solved the dilemma for him. She raised her head out of Celia’s crotch and looked at him. “I think I want you to try it,” she said.
“Try it?” he asked, not getting her. “Try what?”
“Your dick,” she said. “Put it inside of me.”
“In your pussy?” he asked.
“Of course my pussy,” she said testily. “Where else would you put it?”
“But we’re not supposed to do that for another two weeks,” he protested, though the idea was very appealing to him.
“What do those doctors know?” she asked, echoing words of wisdom from Ted, the former paramedic and current V-tach drummer. “Just do it slowly at first. If it hurts, I’ll tell you to stop.”
“Are you sure about this, Teach?” asked Celia, who was flushed and sweaty and a little frustrated at the interruption to her girly oral copulation encounter.
“I’m sure,” she said. “I want that dick inside of me. I need to be fucked.”
That was enough to convince Jake. He left his position at Celia’s breasts and went around behind his wife. Her vagina was swollen and dripping wet. He put himself carefully inside of her, just the tip at first. Even that minimal amount of entry felt incredible.
“How are you doing, hon?” he asked.
“It’s good,” she panted. “Put it the rest of the way in.”
He slid all the way inside. She sighed deeply as he buried himself.
“Still good?” he said.
“It’s fucking incredible,” she said. “Now fuck me.”
He fucked her. She put her mouth back down on Celia’s vagina and went back to work, grunting and groaning out her pleasure as she worked. Jake was gratified to find that her passage was just as tight as it had been before she had squished a baby through it. He had been a little worried about that.
He gave her two more orgasms—and Celia enjoyed two more as well—before he shot his second load of the night inside of her. She moaned loudly at the feel of it. Jake then had a little moment of panic when he realized he had just come inside of his wife and she was not currently taking her birth control pills. True, lactation was supposed to suppress ovulation to some degree, but they had been warned by Dr. Niven that it was only about seventy-five percent effective overall as a form of birth control.
As they all basked in the aftermath of the encounter—Jake in the middle, the milk rings on Laura’s shirt now quite large—Jake brought up his concern.
“It should be okay,” Laura said. “That seventy-five percent figure is for all women who are lactating and not using other means of birth control. I’m exclusively breastfeeding Caydee. The more you feed a baby with your boobs, the more effective it is at keeping you from ovulating.”
“Oh ... well ... that makes me feel better,” Jake said.
“But, since we have now resumed marital relations,” she said, “I guess I’d better start taking the pills again. I’m not ready to go through the whole pregnancy and new baby thing all over again.”
“Me either,” Jake said.
As if on cue, Cadence began to cry from her room in the walk-in closet. It was a combination of the I’m-wet cry and the I’m-hungry cry. They knew right away that she was not going to go back to sleep until she was changed and fed.
“She’s a little early tonight,” Laura observed with a good-natured sigh.
“Yep,” Jake said. “I’ll go get her.”
“On that note,” Celia said with a yawn, “I think I really will get myself to bed. Thanks for the fun.”
“Anytime,” Laura said with a smile. “Give me a kiss before you go.”
Celia got out of bed and leaned down to give her female lover a long kiss that involved a little tongue play. She then gave Jake a similar kiss and then picked up her robe. She put it on and wrapped it around herself.
“See you two in the morning,” she said. She then began the stealthy exit maneuver that she did not know she need not have bothered with.