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From: Uther Pendragon <nogardneprethu@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Episiotomy - M" -- Uther -- MF wl pett
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Date: Sat, 14 May 2011 03:10:01 -0400
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This material is copyright, 2011, Uther Pendragon. All rights reserved. I
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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public figures
in the background, are figments of my imagination and any resemblance to
persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.


Episiotomy - M
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com

MF wl pett


Bill Pierce was gloating over the April reports. The Central Region had not
only the highest sales of any region of Andalusia Pharmaceuticals -- which
it ordinarily had -- it had the highest sales per representative. And it had
the second-highest growth over the previous April. Denise spoke over the
intercom.

"Your wife is on the phone." He picked up the phone.

"Carolyn? How did the appointment go?" Her first post-delivery checkup had
been scheduled for this day.

"Great. Don't shop for take-out tonight." Well, how great could a checkup
be? It could find problems, but 'no problems,' while good news, was hardly
grounds for celebration. On the other hand, Carolyn being ready to leave the
twins long enough to go to dinner *was* grounds for celebration.

"You're ready to go out? Are you going to keep the sitter?"

"Not quite. Love you." And she hung up. He'd told Carolyn once that long
conversations with one's wife weren't good executive behavior. She took
brevity to an extreme, though. Anyway, he'd not pick up any food on the way
home, which would bring him home maybe 20 minutes earlier. Now, it was time
to go back to work.

At home, he got his trench coat into the living-room closet and his suit
coat and tie into the bedroom closet without hearing any crying. When he got
to the twins' room, Carolyn was feeding John. She looked unfrazzled, but the
babysitter was gone. Paul, in his crib, wasn't crying, but he was wet. He
changed him and put him back. When Carolyn was finished with John, she
wandered out of the room. He burped John and then changed him.

By this time, appetizing odors were competing with the diaper smell. He held
John until Carolyn called him to dinner. She'd prepared a feast, and they
both -- for a wonder -- got to eat it without getting up.

"This is delicious." Then, he felt guilty for implicitly putting one more
demand on her overflowing stack of demands. "You shouldn't have done it, of
course, but I can appreciate your putting me back on the list of male
Pierces you feed."

"At least you say that it is good instead of crying when you don't get it."
She was grinning. Then John cried. He went to see the problem. It was partly
a wet diaper and partly that he'd had no attention for -- maybe -- 45
minutes. Seeing John getting the attention, Paul cried too. That brought
Carolyn in.

"Let's see how long I can keep them awake," he suggested when they were both
back in their cribs. He was convinced that they had both complained not of
the wet diapers but of lying on their backs with nothing to do but watch a
mobile. It wouldn't have satisfied him for long, anyway.

"You think they'll sleep tonight?" Well, no. Not the whole night. They
wouldn't get that lucky for weeks.

"Not all night, but we can use what they do."  And, for that matter, he'd
enjoy their company, too. They weren't quite up to manipulating their own
rattles, yet. So he shook one for John. He moved his finger over Paul, who
felt those sensations, but hadn't figured them out yet.

He switched after a while, and they did stay awake longer than they were
used to. When Paul finally dropped off, he went out and washed dishes. The
next cry was a hungry cry. Carolyn immediately answered it. He finished up
in the kitchen before going in. Carolyn was feeding Paul.

"He's nearly done," she said. He changed John, getting the diaper off, but
not the new one on, before he woke totally. They switched babies, and he
burped and changed Paul. Having had an exciting day, Paul went right to
sleep when he laid him in the crib. He stayed there, sitting on the changing
table -- once Caroln's desk, until John was satisfied. Then he burped him.
John, too, fell asleep. Carolyn had taken her bathroom time while he was
dealing with John, and he took his immediately after. When he got to the
bedroom, Carolyn was in bed and the bedside lamp was the only light.

"Turn the lamp off, will you?" she asked when he was in bed, too. Then:
"Keep lying like that." Generally, they slept on their left sides with him
holding her. Now, he was on his right side. She curled into his back. He was
acutely aware of her melons pressed into his back. Carolyn didn't know what
she did to him.

All the sex they'd had during her pregnancy, her never bleeding and,
therefore, always available, had come to an abrupt end. Well, that was fair,
and he'd known it was coming. Sex would hurt her, and he didn't want to hurt
her, had never wanted to hurt her, even before she was the mother of his
children. On the other hand, she didn't seem conscious of how arousing she
could be. The nursing was fair, she'd persuaded him easily that it was best
for the twins -- really, best for the single child that they expected at
that time. And, actually, she almost always used the nursing bra. The amount
he saw was his own fault, and he had to admit that some of it was simply his
pleasure in seeing -- even when he couldn't touch -- her melons. He teased
himself, and his arousal was his own fault. Lying like this, though, was
even more arousing. She was teasing him, and that was her fault. Even worse,
she started talking about sex.

"You know, I asked Dr. Gabel about sex -- about whether we could, at least,
bring each other off. He explained that he'd given me an episiotomy -- he'd
cut me so that the boys would have a wider pathway to come out. Then he
sewed me up." Well, that was no longer a turn-on. He wasn't sure that the
horror of hearing this description of her snatch being cut open and sewed up
wasn't worse than a mere arousal.

"So, he said, I'm held together by stitches down there. If I were to have an
orgasm, that might pull out those stitches and cause all sorts of trouble.
So, the way I see it, you shouldn't even touch me that way." And, the way he
saw it, was that -- since they'd always known he couldn't have her -- they
shouldn't tease themselves, shouldn't tease him, with the subject at all.

"Here. Hold these." She shoved something which felt like tissues into his
left hand.

"Well, maybe so." What was maybe so, his holding the tissues? "But *you*
didn't have any operation." She'd gone through pain. Did that mean that she
deserved to put him through pain? Did she know what she'd done to him?
Apparently so, now she was stroking down his belly towards his dick.

"There shouldn't be any problem with you." When she reached his dick, it
regained all the hardness it had lost when she described her operation. She
was wiggling behind him but all his attention was on what her fingers were
doing in front of him. She was stroking his dick quite lightly. He was
getting harder and harder. This time, he was grateful for how she
intensified his arousal. This time he believed she would bring him over.
"Lift your leg," she said. Considering what she was doing to him, he'd oben
any order of hers. When he obeyed this last command, she clasped his balls.
He could lower his leg without crushing them, and he did.

She paused briefly to move the covers off his front. His arousal barely
diminished before her hand was back on his dick. She was the kindest wife in
the entire world, and he was about to erupt. At that point, he remembered
that he had tissues in his left hand -- presumably to catch the eruption.
She was much more imaginative in  bringing him off than he was when he did
it himself. She stroked along the length, but she also played with the most
sensitive part on the bottom below the head.

"Carolyn," he said when he was on the edge. He put the balled tissues right
on the tip when he felt his eruption boil up the length of his dick. Then he
came and came while she kept holding him.

"Get it all?" she asked when she let go.

"I think so." He dropped the tissues into the waste basket on his side. He
took two deep breaths while he tried to figure out how to express his love
and gratitude. "You, my love, are an incredibly sexy..." He didn't get any
further when John demanded attention. He got up to deal with him, hoping to
get there before Paul echoed him. The best wife in the world deserved a
little respite from being a mother.

The end
Episiotomy - M
by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2011/05/12


These same events from Carolyn's perspective, can be read in:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/pie_15f.htm
Carolyn's experience

The first adventures of Bill with Carolyn:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/Gjt/pie_01m.htm
"Get a Room - M"


The index to almost all my stories:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/index.htm
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