Six weeks? Are you kidding me?

My husband was working on moving our stuff to our new house before he took me with because I was recovering from a c-section. Since the c-section we hadn’t had any sex for the past three weeks. My body was finally feeling better and nursing had become regular so my breasts were no longer heavy feeling. During texts while my husband organized our house for five days, which was three hours away from where we currently were staying, my husband and I would flirt and I’d send him naked pictures of how my once distended belly was flattening and I was getting back my hourglass shape.

“I want to have you so bad,” My husband texts me. “You look way too hot for someone who just had a baby and shouldn’t be having sex. Are you sure we have to wait six weeks until we can do it again?”

“I’ll just have to give you a blowjob when you get back here, stud,” I texted back, but while thinking of it I grew wet at the thought. There was no way I couldn’t orgasm for another three weeks I decided.

When he finally returned we went out to dinner first. During the ride there and at the restaurant we were constantly feeling each other up (discreetly at the restaurant of course!). By the time we got into the house of the guests we were staying with we were relieved no one was home yet. Immediately I sat him down on the sofa and opened his pants. He was already hard and long. (Giving blowjobs during pregnancy was not easy because I’d had a strong gag reflex when I tried deep throating) now I comfortably took his thick length down my throat and up again. My husband grabbed my hair and moaned. I ran my tongue around the head of his penis before going down again and again. His hips thrust upward and I took him deeper. I switched to my hand going up and down on his staff and took his balls in my mouth, sucking each one individually and then running my tongue along them both at once. After five or six strokes, knowing he was getting close to climax, I switched again and fondled his balls with my hand and swallowed his penis again.

“Oh, baby, yeah, that’s it,” he groaned before climaxing and grasping my hair tighter making me wet and tingling on the edge of climax while his semen spilled into my mouth and down my throat.

I got up to clean up, but my husband pulled me back down on his still hard erection. “I’m not done with you yet,” He growled and placing his hands on my hips he had me rub my clit against his length until I fell into orgasm with a scream.

We may have later broken that rule of waiting six weeks to have actual sex, but that’s another story.