Different Circles

“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.

Jake walked into Cadence’s room, still naked, and used some of her baby wipes to clean his hands and face. He then picked her up and put her on the changing table. She continued to cry loudly as he changed her diaper and refastened her jammies. Once changed, he carried her back into the bedroom. Laura had now stripped off her shirt and her maternity bra and was completely naked in the bed. She took the squalling baby and held her to her chest. Caydee immediately latched onto her left nipple and quieted down, leaving only the sound of her suckling. Jake watched for a few minutes, amazed at how quickly his vision of his wife’s body had turned from sexual to maternal. A man’s brain must be hardwired to make the distinction, he theorized.

He cuddled up next to Laura and enjoyed the feel of her warmth and the closeness of his child until Cadence had drank her fill. He then threw a washcloth onto his shoulder, took the baby from Laura, and put her in the burping position. He patted her back gently until she issued a resounding belch.

“That was a good one,” Laura observed.

“Yep,” Jake agreed.