"You know, George," Sylvia Foster told her husband, "I never knew that a man could beam and ogle at the same time."

"Kim is just so sweet," George replied. "I was really beaming at both of you." He ran his fingers through his fairly-new beard. Twirling his mustache ends would have been more appropriate.

"Sure. This is what boobs were designed for, really." Subtle hint, there. "Your fun was just a byproduct."

"Strange." Picking up subtle hints wasn't George's long suit. "I could have sworn you got a little fun out of it, too."

"Moi? Where did you get that idea?" She used her most teasing tone of voice.

And he responded to the teasing. "Could it have been when you held my head there? Nah. Could it have been when you gasped? Nah. Must have been when you pulled my hands to your breasts."

"Well, maybe a little fun."

"Yep. It was when you turned me over on my back and mounted me that you got your real fun." George was remembering nearly eight months back. They hadn't done that for most of her pregnancy.

Well, right now, all they had was dirty talk and fond memories. "Not really. I enjoyed the times that you were on top of me, too. Wanna burp?"

George draped a spit cloth over his shoulder and took Kimberly while Sylvia washed up and got ready for bed. The first few days home from the hospital, she had been exhausted. Now she felt more horny. Her daughter's playing with her boobs, combined with the suggestive talk from her husband, had really turned her on.

George was obviously in the same condition. She could feel his stiff prick against her leg when he kissed her in bed. His tongue played with hers until he drew the kisses lower. Even then, he avoided her sore nips. His hand stroked her ass and her thighs before getting to her pussy. Then he kissed her again while stroking her clit.

He caressed her as she slowly climbed the mountain. Then, as she stiffened and spasmed, he said, "Oh, Sylvia!" He held her as she recovered. It was sweet of him, but it wasn't the same.

And, when she brought him off by hand afterwards, he probably didn't feel the same either. She had to ask the doctor on her next appointment about when she could resume sex.

"Husband getting anxious?" Dr. Brandon asked that Friday. Well, probably George was, though he didn't say so. She damn- well was. "Tell him to wait another week. Even then, take it easy." What taking it easy meant, she couldn't tell. It probably ruled out her on top. "What method of birth control did you use before?"

"I was on the pill."

"That's contraindicated while you're nursing. Will he use condoms?"

"Sure."

"Nursing mothers don't *usually* get pregnant. But it's not rare enough to deserve a medical-journal article. So don't take the risk just so I could write it up. Apparently, too, it has something to do with nutrition. Western nursing mothers are more likely to be fertile than those in the third world. So you need something. The pill is contraindicated. A fitted diaphragm wouldn't fit for long -- your cervix and uterus are still recovering their shape. And, since the uterus is in recovery mode, I'd recommend against an IUD."

"So condoms are the choice?"

"Yes, if you can persuade him to use them." Dr. Brandon seemed to assume a much more patriarchal marriage than Sylvia had experienced. On the way home, she bought a dozen Trojans from a drug store. The clerk looked a little startled. There were days Sylvia thought Regina was stuck in the nineteenth century. She hid the box away for the rest of the week, though.

- = -

"Burp her, will you?" she said. While he did, she dug the rubber out of its hiding place and put it under her pillow. As George cleaned up Kim and lay her down, she pictured the session to come. With that anticipation, George's kiss and the strokes of his hand when he finally got to bed were even more exciting than usual.

When she got close though, she pushed his hand away. He lay back looking a little hurt. She dug the rubber out from under the pillow and handed it to him. "Happy birthday."

He took it. "It isn't my birthday."

"All right, then." But he easily evaded her grab for the rubber.

"Let me put it on," he said. "If you do it, I'll erupt."

Wrapped in latex, kneeling between her legs, he kissed her once more before sliding into her. It was nice to have him back, even if his hands weren't on her boobs. She slid her hands down his back, luxuriating in the closeness. She gripped his ass before pulling her hands back to hug his waist. "Welcome back," she said.

"Oh, Sylvia," he said before starting the familiar -- and so satisfying -- in and out. Her arousal was rising when he stiffened above her. "Sylvia!" he said as he throbbed within her. He remained strained above her for one moment. Then he collapsed onto her. She tightened her legs around his hips and her arms around his body.

"Sorry," he said when he moved off. His hand went to her pussy as his mouth went to hers. His tongue was forceful in exploring her mouth while his finger was gentle in stroking her lips and clitoris. She'd been aroused, been nearly there. She climbed the mountain quickly again. She grabbed his arm to pull him against her pussy as she came.

He kissed her forehead when she relaxed. Later, he hugged her in the spoon. Later still, if not enough later, Kim's crying woke her. She changed a sopping-wet diaper before feeding her. When she was back in bed, George cupped her boob when she cuddled against him. He didn't hold her there any more when he was awake.

He was kissing her between the shoulder blades when she woke up. His beard was ticklish right there. She pressed her ass back against him before getting up. When she got out of the bathroom, he was holding Kim. "Changed," he said, "but hungry."

"A hungry Kimberly is a redundancy." She took her and placed her against the boob. Kim was starting to find it on her own these days. "Where does she put it?"

"Into her diaper. Trust me." George was ogling again.

She needed some clothes that covered her bottom half while she was nursing, a wrap-around skirt or something. Jeans did that, but they took too long to put on when Kim needed her. Still, she didn't want to spend more money on herself when they had all these new expenses. "You sure we can get by without my teaching?" she asked.

"Positive. We're living on my salary, more or less. The trust money is piling up in the bank. My anthropologising is close to home, conspicuous consumption wouldn't endear me to my colleagues, and Canada paid for your delivery. There doesn't seem to be anywhere to spend that money. Want to stay home? Sure it wouldn't drive you stir crazy?"

"Thing is..." The time for subtle hints was past. Dammit! They were *her* boobs. "Thing is, I'd like to continue breastfeeding." He said nothing. "Doctors recommend a year. It's best for the baby's health."

"Are you sure? Not about best for Kimberly's health. Are you sure you want to continue for a year?"

"Yes. Into next summer, probably." There was no reason to stop until just before school resumed again.

"Well, really, you don't have to be sure. That's a decision which can be remade. Anyway, the question I can speak on is that we can afford it, afford it easily. Cabin fever is something you'll have to judge. And, really, cabin fever isn't much of a threat. All you have to do is feed her before you take her out. Now, winter is another question. But winter affects us all."

"Women breast-feed in public."

"So they do. I still think of you as very modest." Which might be true. But, at least, George hadn't got all macho over his wife being half-dressed in front of other men. This conversation had gone much better than she had feared.

Coming back from the bathroom in only a robe (well, it was hot), George had cold cereal for his breakfast while Kim had warm milk for hers. "Want me to do that?" he asked when she started the burping. "Eat your breakfast." She got into her own robe to eat while George burped Kimberly and put her down on her back. She cleaned up the table before getting her clothes. She'd dress after a shower.

"Want to come back to bed?" George asked.

"Didn't you have enough last night?" Was this what the doctor meant by 'overdoing it'? But the idea was attractive.

"I was rather a fizzle last night."

"Really you weren't." He'd been warm and comforting and where he belonged. Well, if that was where he belonged, why not have him back there again? She stripped off the robe dramatically and pranced in an exaggeratedly sexy way back to the bed.

George laughed, but he was half-erect when he'd done his own stripping. He kissed all over her face before settling on her mouth. Their tongue play was long practiced by now. When he left her mouth, it was to kiss down her neck towards her breasts. "Going to shower?" he asked.

That quite broke her mood. "Now?" She was messy, but it was *his* daughter who made the mess.

"Before you feed Kimberly."

"Sure." That was much better. Worrying about Kim's getting his germs was all right. He kissed all over her left breast, avoiding the nipple.

Or maybe saving it for last. He licked it once and said, "Tell me if it gets sore." Still, he licked rather than sucked. The teasing raised her arousal. Then his hand started in on her pussy.

"I've had enough of that," she said. She lay back and spread her legs. George knelt between them, not quite ready. She grabbed another rubber. He opened the packet for her, but she held his prick to put it on. This hardened him.

"Love you," he said as he slid in. She'd had enough love, really he'd been loving ever since she'd brought Kim home -- earlier, too, of course. What she wanted now was a fuck.

She rubbed her hands up and down his back. She held his ass and felt the muscles drive the strokes which filled her. Soon, she was rising to meet him.

"Oh, Sylvia," he said. But he didn't stiffen above her. He didn't speed up as she climbed the mountain to his steady strokes. Even when she came, he maintained the rhythm.

And he was still moving within her as she relaxed. This was good, it was great, and her arousal began to rise again.

He did speed up now. There was no Sylvia anywhere, only a body. And the body was rising when George was pounding in. She was almost there again. Near, so near.

Then she was there. "Sylvia!" George shouted as she convulsed around him. He did stiffen this time, and quivered within her.

They both collapsed this time, him on top. This must be what the doctor had meant by overdoing it, she thought as she gasped for breath.

Worth it, though.