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After the birth of their son Kristin, Johnny's wife is afraid to have sex. After a year Kris slowly works her way back

Oh woe is me, alas and alack and all that, I was lying in bed with a beautiful blonde, my wife, and I hadn’t had sex in over a year. Her eyes are closed but I didn’t believe she was asleep; just playing ‘possum to discourage me.

Again that night it was “I have a headache.” Every night for over a year it had been, “I have a headache,” but I still tried.

I‘d come to believe the definition of sexual compatibility between us was when we have a headache at the same time.

Kristin, my wife had delivered our son and my namesake, John Joseph Booker, Jr. just over a year ago, we had a little birthday party for him the previous week, of course, he’d turned one. We hadn’t had sexual relations since he was born.

At first I understood. Kris had a difficult pregnancy and delivered by c-section then she spent several months down in the dumps; post-partum blues. She’s finally come out of that. Most of our life had resumed as it was before she became pregnant; everything but our sex life.

My personal opinion was that she was scared. Scared by what she’d gone through during the pregnancy, afraid that she’d have to go under the knife again if she did become pregnant and most of all terrified of the mental anguish she went through after the delivery.

I’d suggested that she get counseling but she’d refused and she won’t use any method of birth control; she doesn’t trust any of them. I’d offered to use a condom but she turned me down on that, I’d even volunteered to get a vasectomy. That suggestion was met with:

“No John, we might want to have other children.”

I might have been a little rough on her when I replied, “How Kris, just how are we going to have more children? By Immaculate Conception? I think that only worked once in history.”

She sobbed a little and said, “Please Johnny just give me some time. You know I love you, please let me work through this.”

So I’d been patient. Of course I could have found some woman who’d meet my needs but I’m not that kinda man. I took vows, vows that I take seriously. And yes, I could get a divorce but, truth be told, I’m still madly in love with Kris. I have been since we first met. I don’t want someone else, I want my wife back.

Sometimes Kris would make it worse. She thought I’m going to leave her. We’ve talked about it and I’ve tried to disabuse her of the idea but she was not convinced. I knew she loved me and didn’t want to lose me so she would get clingy.

When we were in bed she’d snuggle against me and want me to hold her. We could kiss. I could touch her breasts, even suck on them but when she started to become aroused or she felt my erection against her she’d roll away with yet another headache.

That’s the way that night started. She was in my arms; Kris wears only her gown to bed, no bra, no panties. We were kissing and I was rubbing her back. My hand slipped lower, I massaged her bottom and she seemed to like it. I pulled her closer; we were groin to groin separated by only the gossamer fabric of her nightie.

And of course I got an erection. Kris rolled away saying, “I’m sorry Johnny, my headache’s back.”

So I was lying there staring at the ceiling when I heard a sound.

I look over, Kris was quietly sobbing, her face looked so sad and she whispered, “Johnny I don’t want it this way either, can I come back?”

I opened my arms and she snuggled against my chest.

Her body was trembling when she said, “Johnny I don’t want to lose you; please don’t leave me, please, but I’m so afraid. Afraid to have sex and afraid you’ll leave, God I feel like I want to die.”

“Baby I’m not going anywhere and I sure don’t want you to die. Kris, I love you and I’ll stay with you, I know we can work this out.”

And she amazed me: she worked her gown over her hips and pulled it over her head. It was the first time I’d seen her body in over a year. Her breasts were fuller than before. She still kept herself neatly trimmed, her blonde bush matching her beautiful long hair. I just stared.

She said, “Johnny please suck my breasts.”

She’d let me do that before but this was the first time we’d been in bed naked in a long, long time.

I fell on her hungrily, nibbling and teasing her nipples, sucking and circling her areolas with the tip of my tongue. She was petting my head.

I started to slip my hand between her legs but she stopped me.

“Not yet Johnny, I’m not ready yet. Let me do this.”

She took me in her hand and masturbated me while I suckled. I was stiff as a board; nothing had touched me there in over a year except me.

I didn’t last long, when I felt my cum welling up I told her. She wrapped her nightie around me and stroked me to climax.

When I looked at her she gave me a bright little smile and said, “Was that good?”

“That was wonderful, Kris, just wonderful.”

“Can we do that for a little while, just that while I try to work through things?”

It wasn’t what I really wanted but it was a first step. I kissed her, a passionate kiss and said, “Kris, of course we can, I love you.”

She rolled on her side and snuggled back against me, she wanted to spoon.

“Hold me Johnny, please hold me,” she asked.

I held her, we were under the covers, both of us naked, my flaccid penis was resting against her bottom and she didn’t roll away and she didn’t have a headache.

It was a big first step for her. She’d never touched me like that before.

Our sex life had been active before her delivery but, in truth, it was pretty pedestrian; missionary position most of the time with just an occasional doggie. Nothing wild; no mutual masturbation, no oral and certainly no anal: Kris had had a strict religious upbringing and these things were taboo. So yes, it was a really big step for her.

We went on like that for several months. Kris was generous, at least three or four times a week she’d take off her gown and offer her breasts. While I sucked she jacked. She always used her gown to catch me. I think she had to buy some new nighties, she didn’t have enough. We slept with me spooning her, naked under the sheets.

I’d also noted that she’d bought some books dealing with human sexuality. She’d tried to hide them from me but I’d seen them. She was trying to self-educate herself, to work through her troubles on her own.

And we were making some progress; I could now caress her tummy and hips but heaven was still verboten. And she did allow herself to become aroused, I could see that she lubricated I just couldn’t touch or taste it.

Finally there was a breakthrough, one night; I was already lying in bed, when she came from the bathroom.

She had her nightie in her hand; she turned the sheet down, laid the gown beside me and said, “Johnny, I want to do this.”

She took me in her hand but instead of masturbating me she went between my legs and took me in her mouth.

That I wasn’t prepared for; I propped myself on my elbow so I could watch.

Her eyes were closed and she was bobbing up and down on me, more teeth than tongue but I wasn’t going to complain; she’d learn.

I wasn’t gonna last very long, in spite of the teeth it was the most arousing sight I’d ever had. My beautiful wife’s heading bobbing on me. I patted her on the head; she had to fell me swelling and said,

“I’m gonna cum Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

She took picked up the gown and finished me with her hand. She wasn’t ready to swallow yet.

With a dazzling smile she looked up at me.

“Johnny did you like that, did it feel good?”

The absolute truth or a small fib? No question, the small fib, “Kristin that was fantastic, truly fantastic.”

She just beamed, “I knew I could make you feel good, I just knew it.”

She crawled up for her spoon saying, “Hold me Johnny.”

As we snuggled I thought, we’re going to make it. I knew how hard it had been for her, breaking that taboo. I also thought thank God for sex manuals.

And so went our sex life for the next several months. Kristin’s technique got better, a lot better, and it was frequent, still several times a week.

Her mouth felt like moist velvet as she slid up and down my shaft, she’d lick the sides and tease the little hole with the tip of her tongue then she’d deep throat me, I didn’t have to warn her, she could feel when I was ready. She still finished me in the nightie, she didn’t swallow, maybe she never would but that was fine with me.

She’d relaxed quite a lot, too. I could massage her bottom, kneading her cheeks. She’d lay beside me her crotch near my head as she sucked me. I could smell her arousal; I had to do something so I played with her bottom. I finally got the nerve; I slid a finger between her cheeks and rubbed her little rose bud.

“Johnny, don’t do that, I’m dirty there.”

I didn’t stop and she didn’t complain further, in fact she squirmed, I knew it was giving her nice sensations when she softly moaned.

I pressed against her, not entering her but putting a little pressure on her tight rose bud then easing then pressing.

She’d finished me but still she lay beside me letting me tease her.

She was unconsciously moving her hips back and forth in rhythm with me pressing and I felt her body tremble.

She clamped her muscles and squeezed her thighs together moaning, “Johnny what are you doing to me, Oh Johnny.”

When she eased, I could see that her labia were moist, no, more than that, she was wet. She’d had a small orgasm, her first since the baby was born.

I patted her on the bottom and spread her cheeks, I gave her a little kiss and just a bit of tongue.

“Johnny I’m dirty back there.”

“Kris, I love you, all of you. Did it feel good? Did you like the feelings?”

She turned her eyes away and, in a small whisper said, “Yes.”

Then she cuddled against me so I could spoon her as we now always slept. She was quiet for a while.

Her voice was raspy and low when she asked, “You like my bottom don’t you Johnny?”

I nuzzled her neck and answered, “Baby I like all of you from the very top of your beautiful blonde head to your manicured toe nails and every inch in between.”

“I liked it; you can do that with me more if you want.”

I wanted, oh how I wanted. And we expanded on it. She still sucked me and she still didn’t swallow but her bottom was available to my fingers and tongue whenever I wanted and I wanted a lot.

Still the three or four times a week but now I could finger her, penetrating her; pump her a little and I could use my tongue. I could usually induce an orgasm from her. I liked that best, when I’d opened her up with my finger and she’d had an orgasm. I would breathe in her scents, the lighter aroma of her vaginal juices and the murky redolence of her bottom. I’d get hard again and Kris would take me back between her lips.

I thought, if this was going to be our sex life I could live with it. I got mine and Kris got hers. Sure I’d like more but I could live with this. I certainly wasn’t suffering from cum overload; Kris kept me pretty well drained.

It turned out to be Kristin who couldn’t endure it. Her little orgasms had awakened desires that had long lain dormant. She remembered what it was like, what she felt before the baby. She wanted to recapture those feelings and she wanted to be a complete wife to Johnny. She called her gynecologist for an appointment but she couldn’t get in for two months unless it was an emergency. It felt like an emergency to her but she didn’t think the doctor would agree. She made the appointment.

She wanted to feel him in her. She made a decision and went shopping at the local Walgreen’s; there were two things she needed to complete her plan. Her knees were shaky as she went through the check out line. She rushed home.

Kris fixed a nice supper, a tossed salad, veal chops, Duchess Potatoes and asparagus. She even had a crisp Chardonnay along with it.

They enjoyed the dinner although Johnny did ask a couple of times if she was ok. He said she seemed distracted. She was.

After the meal she cleaned up and loaded the dishwasher. Johnny was in the family room watching the news. She went in to talk to him.

“Johnny I’m going up to take a bath. Give me about thirty minutes and then come up would you please. I want to go to bed after I’ve bathed and I want you to hold me, please.”

She started the bath water running then opened her purchases. One she put in the drawer in the night stand the other she used. She’d never used this product before but the package had directions. She lay on the bathroom rug on her left side and pulled her right knee toward her chest. The plastic bottle only contained about a pint. She took it in.

After a few minutes her tummy started to boil. She got up and sat on the commode. When she’d finished she squirted some bath oil in the tub and got in for a soak hoping that it would help her relax.

She was just getting out when Johnny called, “Kris, are you ok?”

She could hardly speak she was so nervous. Finally she uttered, “I’m ok Johnny, I’ll be there in a minute.”


Johnny sensed something was wrong when Kris came out of the bathroom. She was nude but she didn’t have a gown with her and she seemed to be shivering.

He pulled the sheet aside and “Come her beautiful, let me hold you.”

She got into her spoon position against him.

My God Johnny thought, there’s something definitely the matter; she was quivering so badly her teeth were chattering.

She didn’t feel feverish but she was shaking like she was in the grip of the flu.

He hugged him to her, “Kris Baby what’s the matter? Come on, talk to me.”

“I want you to do something for me and I’m afraid to ask, Johnny, I’m scared, I’m scared you’ll say no and I want it so much, you won’t say no will you Johnny?”

“Kris I don’t even know what is you want but I doubt if I’d turn you down, come on give, what do you want.”

And it all came out in a rush, “Johnny I want you in me and I don’t wanna wait and I called my doctor but she won’t see me for two months I’m gonna get an IUD but Johnny I don’t want to wait I know it’s dirty but Johnny I gave myself a little enema, a Fleet enema and I’m clean inside and I want you in me tonight but we can’t do it the normal way ‘til I get my IUD and Johnny I want you now there’s lubricant in the night stand you can get me ready please Johnny get me ready please do me in my bottom now please.”

“Kris, take it easy, take a deep breath and settle down. Are you sure you want me in your bottom? It’s going to hurt you know.”

She rolled over facing him, “I know it’s gonna hurt. Johnny I don’t care. I’m ready to have you in me, please?”

“You’ve decided, you do want sex again, we’re just waiting for your IUD is that right?”

“Johnny I want you but we can’t do that ‘til I’ve got some birth control I’m ready for you but not for another baby yet.”

“Then I can touch you?”

“Oh yeah you can touch me, touch me Johnny.”

He took in his arms and whispered, “I’m going to make love to you Kris,” and he kissed her a passionately wet tongue swapping kiss then he moved to her breasts.

He sucked each in turn, nibbling and sucking on her nipple while rubbing and kneading the other. Then he kissed down over her torso to her tummy. He rimmed her belly button and moved to her mound. He nuzzled in her soft bush and tugged at it with his lips and then he opened her lips.

He snaked his tongue along her vulva, pausing at her vagina to dip in. She was lubricating heavily, his lips were damp with her moisture. He continued to her anus and tasted her, probed her with the tip of his tongue then he moved back up, pulling at her labia with his lips as he moved up. Kristin’s clitoris was distended, red and swollen; he took it between his lips and sucked, pulling it into his mouth where he could tease it with his tongue.

She was starting to tremble under his ministrations, he took the opportunity to moisten a finger in her vagina then pressed it into her bottom, through her clasping sphincter, deep into her and he pumped her while he sucked her clit.

The trembling built; Kristin was whipping her head from side to side, her long blonde hair thrashing. Her tummy muscles rippled as her orgasm rolled through her, her uterus was contracting and her vagina was spasming. She wailed and she flowed, fluid was pumped out of her in gush after gush. She’s never been a squirter but she was now. Johnny tried to drink her juices but he couldn’t keep up, he went back to her clit, sucking it until she begged him to stop, she was too sensitive to take more. Now he had time, he hungrily sucked at her vagina and laved her slit while she came back to earth.

He looked up at her, her hair was wild, she was still breathing hard when she said, “Come kiss me Johnny.”

He hesitated.

She said, “I know but it’s alright, come kiss me.”

She squeezed him and gave him a big wet kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and she didn’t mind at all. She’d tried a lot of things over the past several months. Things she would have never dreamed of doing and she’d liked them. Even her own taste was appealing. Next time she’d taste him but not tonight, she had other plans for his cum.

Johnny opened the night stand drawer and got out the tube of KY Jelly Kristin had put there. He sat with his back against the headboard so he’d be upright and pulled Kristin over his lap.

She was taking gasping breaths.

Johnny said, “Take it easy Baby, try to relax,” as be rubbed her back and sides and massaged her bottom.

“Johnny my tummy’s turning flip flops and I feel like I’ve gotta pee.”

“Kris, it’s just nerves, just relax,” he said as he slid the first lubed finger through her sphincter.

She clamped him, tightening her buttocks.

“Relax Kris, easy, come on let the tension go.”

He felt her muscles loosen and he added more gel. Pumping her and adding a second finger. She let out a little gasp when the second digit went in. That was more than she’d ever had.

Johnny pumped both fingers, stretching her. He added more of the KY then rolled her onto her side. He got behind her in their spoon position.

“I think it might be easier on you if we do it this way the first time. You can scoot back onto me at your pace. If you want to rest, stop pushing, I’ll wait for you, let you dictate how fast or slow, ok?”

“Ok Johnny.”

He spread her cheeks and placed the head of his penis against her tight little rosebud and pressed just a little so she’d know he was ready.

He never expected what happened next. Kristin pushed back hard. He broke through her and was all the way in and she howled.

“Oooh my God, Johnny, I’ve split myself open, oh God it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.”

She was emitting little mewling sobs as they talked.

“Baby, you were supposed to take it slow and easy,” Johnny said.

“I know, God I know I thought I’d just get the pain over with quick.”

“Well you did that,” Johnny replied.

“Unh uh no I didn’t, I still feel like I split myself in half. Ah hell, you’re in, pump me Johnny, you do the work, I think I kinda botched it when I tried to do it.”

And so he pumped her, slowly and gently. He reached between her legs and massaged her clitoris, slowly, in rhythm with his strokes.

“Hey whatcha doing Big Boy, that’s not my bottom.”

“Trying to make you feel better.”

“Well it’s not work…; yeah, maybe it is, don’t stop.”

Kris sighed, it was working, her bottom was only a dull ache and she liked the fullness his cock was giving her; she was lubricating from the attention he was giving her clit; she rode his hand. She picked up the pace, not Johnny, she did. Her cunt, God did she even think that nasty word, but yes, her cunt was crying to be filled, she was sure of that, she could feel it weeping, she had never, ever felt like she felt just now.

“Johnny fuck me harder please fuck me harder, I don’t want to leave you behind and I’m gonna cum, oh God, I’m gonna cum.”

Kris did beat him there, she wailed as her orgasm washed through her, ripple after ripple, contraction after contraction, spasm after spasm her body was awash with pleasure, pleasure more than she’d ever endured. Her sphincter was clenching as she came. Her tightening and loosening, constriction and release constriction and release of her tight strong muscle was masturbating Johnny, milking him. He exploded into her, he roared as he filled her bowels, gushing into her, flooding her, fucking her, fucking her tight so very tight ass. My God, he’d never experienced anything like it before. When his climax had faded he was still stunned. He was still in her, he was still hard. She still lay with her back to him, nothing had changed, no, not true, everything had changed.

She gave him a little squeeze with her ring but he was spent.

She liked that he was still in her even though he was softening. She didn’t turn to face him as she said, “Johnny I really do want you in me like a man and woman are supposed to be, and this is unnatural isn’t it? But Johnny I don’t care, my God man the way you made me feel tonight, oh, Johnny you’ll do it again, won’t you.”

Johnny smiled to himself, “I promise, just as often as you want.”

Look before you leap, think before you speak; these thoughts ran through Johnny’s mind. Yes he was still a young man; he was only twenty-seven. Kristin was twenty-six but she swore to him that she owed him at least 365 for the year she wouldn’t. Johnny was ok with the number but damn, she wanted to catch up in just two months. Every night, five nights a week and twice on Saturday and Sunday she was on him, she swallowed now and she liked to try to drain him then she’d bring him back to an erection so he could fill her, yes, that way, she wanted her bottom filled and she wanted to feel his hand on her, between her legs.

Kristin’s doctor’s appointment was now only two weeks in the future. They had tried or accomplished sex in about every imaginable position possible except, of course, for vaginal insertion and that was on the horizon. They were in the family room watching television. Johnny was in casual attire, shorts and a collared pull over; Kris wore a cute yellow sun dress; they were sipping vodka and tonics, Johnny was chewing on his lime and daydreaming.

The year without sex had been difficult or beyond, he had nearly faltered several times but he was proud of himself. Proud that he’d remained true to Kris. He thought, I certainly wouldn’t want to go through another year like that one but had he known the outcome he would have endured it with relish. Their sex life as it now existed would have been impossible. Oral, anal, any which way, every which way would never have happened; Kris had been too constrained by her background and, if truth be known, he would have hesitated to go where they’d gone. But they had and they’d never go back, they took such great pleasure in each other. Not just the sex; that was fantastic, but in the closeness they’d developed. Johnny had loved Kris before but when he thought of the moral sacrifices she’d made to prove her love to him, to keep him, he was overwhelmed.

Kris interrupted his reverie, she was unzipping his shorts. Johnny was commando, no underwear; he lifted his hips so she could pull them down. She took his flaccid penis between her lips and got him hard.

“Wanta do a girl a favor?” She asked.

“Anything for my girl,” he answered.

She got up leaving him sitting with an enormous erection jutting out. They’d tried a lot of things but always unclothed and always in the bedroom; Kris wanted to experiment: from the pocket of her dress she took a tube of lubricant and tossed it onto his lap.

She walked to their overstuffed chair and bent across the arm saying, “Come get me.”

He paused for a moment then got up and followed. He started to remove her dress.

“Unh uh, leave it on Johnny; just flip it up, please, play my little game with me. I want to feel like a housewife being ravaged by a wild man; be my wild man Johnny.”

He turned up the hem of her dress, over her back. Her pantied posterior was so cute. He slid her panties down over her hips and took them from around her feet. Just a little lube, some on him some on her; it didn’t require much anymore; two months of stringent “potty training” had loosened her up.

He spread her cheeks and took aim.

Kris rasped, “Make it hard Johnny, fuck me hard, be my wild man.”

Her next sound was, “Oooh God, oooh nooo.”

He’d taken her at her word, he rammed all seven and a half inches into her, bottoming out, slamming his hips against her soft bottom. He’d never done that before, he’d always been gentle with her. Not this time, she wanted it hard, hard she would get. He gripped her hips and pumped her.

His violent thrusts were forcing Kris’ face hard against the seat of the chair; her feet were being lifted off the ground as he drove into her.

Kris was mewling, “Oooh, oooh, oooh,” soft sounds of pain.

It felt like he was in her belly he was so deep. He’d never seemed this big before, it was like she was riding a spear. He was stabbing her, stabbing way up into her guts, Jesus she was so full, full of him.

Johnny could see and hear Kris’ distress, she’d asked for it and he was going to give it to her but he thought maybe he could give her a little relief. He released on hip and slid his hand under her. He didn’t have much room to maneuver, her weight was on his hand, but he could get two fingers in her slit. He found her clitoris and with a finger on each side he let her ride his hand as he pumped her bottom.

Oh yeah, that was better, Kris thought, her ass was taking a pounding but those two delicious fingers were giving her a tingle that was building, her pussy began to leak. She could feel her fluids running down the insides of her thighs, soaking Johnny’s balls and soaking her.

Johnny’s cock was swelling, filling, he was ready when Kris started shaking, she ground her groin down hard on his hand, wailing, “Oooh yesss, oh, oh, oh, yesss.”

Into her climaxing body Johnny exploded, his cum gushing, he pumped spewing spurt after spurt, flooding her bowels. He kept pumping, slower and slower until he was spent.

Johnny stepped back. Kris didn’t move, she still lay sprawled over the arm of the chair; and he took in the view.

It was a sight he’d never forget. His beautiful blonde wife, her dress thrown over her back, her cheeks reddened from his pounding hips and her rosebud agape, distended and oozing his cum.

He just stared until at last Kris asked, “Johnny will you help me up I don’t think my legs will support me and I want to lie down on the sofa for a little while.”

Johnny supported her, an arm around her waist and laid her on the sofa.

“Why don’t you get cleaned up then come sit with me?” She asked.

“Ok, I’ll get a cloth and clean you, too.”

“No not me, not yet, I want to keep you in me for a little while but you could bring me another vodka tonic.”

He brought a drink for each of them and sat with her.

“Wow Johnny, I might not ask for that again real soon but you were my wild man, all I can say is WOW.”

He just stroked her hair.

Finally, the big day, her appointment was in the afternoon. Johnny was at his office but they planned to go out to dinner when he got home.

She met with her doctor, they discussed the issues involved them they went to the examination room.

“Kris, I want to give you a physical then, if there are no problems I’ll fit you with the IUD, ok?”

“Alright.”

“Why don’t you get undressed and get up on the table. There’s a gown hanging behind the door if you want it. You won’t really need it though; I’ll just take it off when I get back.”

Kris was sitting on the exam table when the doctor came back. She’d draped the gown over her shoulders; it was a little chilly in the room.

Her doctor checked her ears and throat then shined a little pen light into her eyes. With her stethoscope she listened on Kris’ back then on her chest. When she was done with that she asked Kris to lie down.

“Kris, put your hands above your head please, I want to examine your breasts. She kneaded each one then twisted her nipples checking for discharge, there was none. Moving down her body the doctor commented;

“Your incision healed nicely didn’t it, it’s hardly evident.”

The doctor had used a bikini cut when she’d delivered John Jr. and the scar could hardly be seen.

“You did great work Doctor Gupta,” Kris answered.

The doctor probed her stomach and abdomen, pressing here and there.

“Everything seems fine here; now, let’s get your feet in the stirrups.”

With her feet in the stirrups the doctor asked her to scoot her bottom down to the edge of the table.

The doctor pulled the lamp closer and brought it down toward Kris’ open thighs. Kris heard the snap of rubber gloves going on then Doctor Gupta said,

“Just relax Kris.”

She opened Kris’ lips, looking at her labia and vulva, there was nothing there evidencing any problems. She pulled off her right glove and squirted a little KY Jelly on her left then probed into Kris’ vagina.

Outside, the doctor pressed on Kris’ ovaries while her other hand was registering whether or not there were any problems. None were in evidence. She finished the digital exam and pulled off her glove.

“Everything looks perfect Kris but I do want to check that there are no problems with your uterus.”

Now this was the part that Kris really didn’t care for. The vaginal exam she could live with but to check her uterus the doctor needed to get under it and then press on her abdomen. There was only one port of entry the doctor could use and it was so invasive. Kris heard the snap of another rubber glove.

“Try to relax Kris,” Doctor Gupta said.

Kris felt the cold lubricant as the doctor slid her fingers into her anus. Kris moaned softly.

“Relax Kris, we’ll be done in just a moment,” the doctor said as she pressed on her abdomen.

The doctor extracted her fingers and handed Kris a box of tissues. You can clean up while I go over my notes. There’s no reason to get dressed yet, though, everything seems fine, I’ll be back in just a few minutes to fit your IUD.”

In less than thirty minutes Kris was up and on her way home. Tonight was going to be a special night.

She stopped and bought a bottle of champagne for later. Then got home and bathed, she added some sweet smelling oil to her water; she wanted to be perfect for Johnny.

She took her time with her make-up; she didn’t need much and styled her hair. She dressed in her panties and brassiere, lacy things in a light lilac color then put on a robe. She was going to wear that infamous “Little Black Dress” but she’d wait ‘til later to put it on.

Johnny got home at six and went upstairs to shower and dress. Their reservation was for seven thirty but she wanted to be a little early. They’d have a drink in the bar before dinner. She slipped into her dress and put on minimal jewelry, just a silver chain and matching earrings.

Johnny came downstairs. He’d opted for a sport coat and slacks. He was wearing a tie.

At the restaurant the sat in an intimate booth and had an intimate conversation. She told him about her exam, how it had gone and what she was now sitting on and she gave him details of how the exam was done. Johnny was a little aroused by the conversation; he opined that maybe he’d have to give her her next check-up.

She chuckled, “Yeah maybe you will.”

Dinner was tasty but they didn’t linger. Both were anxious and both were a little nervous. It had been a long time.

Once home Kris ignored the champagne, maybe they’d come down for it later, maybe not; arm in arm they went upstairs.

Kris helped Johnny out of his coat, untied his tie and took off his shirt then unbuckled his belt. He stepped out of his shoes and she lowered his trousers then lowered his boxers. Johnny stood before her nude. She thought he was so handsome, her Adonis.

Then he started on her. He removed her jewelry then unzipped her dress and lifted it over her head. He turned her around, unfastened her bra and slid it off her shoulders. Turning her to face him he stepped back, taking her in. Even as a mother her breasts were high and proud. Her nipples were hard little pebbles. He knelt in front of her and rolled her panties down over her hips to her feet. She stepped out of then and stood before him, her legs slightly apart. Encircling her hips he pulled her to him. He wanted to smell her sweet fragrance; he breathed deeply, inhaling her perfume then stood and led her to the bed.

They lay side by side, entwined in each others arms, kissing and nuzzling.

“I love you Johnny,” Kris said as she turned onto her back and opened her legs, inviting him in.

He was on his knees between her thighs. They smiled at one another and he entered her. No lubricant was necessary, she was liquid. Johnny entered her slowly, like she was a virgin. Their lovemaking was languid, long gentle strokes making love; not fucking, making love. He talked to her while he stroked her, how much he loved her, how she was the most beautiful woman in the world, how lucky he was to have her. He truly felt all of those things.

They came tenderly, Kristin a series of small orgasms; Johnny a sweet release. Afterwards they lay in each others arms.

Kristin broke the silence, “Johnny thank you for waiting for me. You know I think I want another baby, maybe in a year or so.”

And Johnny silently thought, thanks be to all, I’ve got her back, all the way back.

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