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Compendium IIIDuring the first review of Jacinto, Erin noticed that Marisol and our son were fine. However, she recognized the same nervous expression my thrush gave her during her previous pregnancy.
• Please don't tell me they want to ask me about sex again after another pregnancy – Said the specialist in a toneless voice.
Marisol and I looked at each other.- Indeed, that's it. - I replied to her.
Erin let out a exhausted and frustrated sigh.
• Look, both of you are adults. You just had a baby. Can't you keep it in your pants? – Erin scolded me.
(Look! You're both adults. You just had a baby. Can't you keep it in your pants?)
+ Yes, I can! – Marisol interrupted. – But it's not her problem. It's mine.
Marisol almost burst into tears and Erin noticed my worried face, so she opened up her mind and let me explain.
I told Erin that during the pregnancy, my wife remained constantly excited (even more so, since before her body reacted, Marisol was already afraid this would happen). But just like with Alicia's pregnancy, Marisol's body lost sensitivity in its last months of pregnancy, but her lust prevailed.
• I can prescribe you medication if you want. – Erin offered with a nearly insensitive tone.
This upset me even more.
+ No! No! Please don't do it! – Marisol begged. – I love him. He is my best friend and I don't want to feel different.
Erin focused on Marisol's sadness. She thought this was the way my ruiseñor faced postpartum depression.
• You're putting me in a bind! – Erin admitted. – Marisol, the reason you can't have sex now is because you have stitches. When you had Jacinto, many of your internal tissues were compromised and some broke, which produced scars. We use those stitches to help you heal. They absorb naturally in two or three weeks, but the area remains sensitive. I know I'm being old-fashioned, but having rough sex is out of the question for at least a month. Also, I still believe that anal sex is not recommended in your condition.
Looking at Marisol, it seemed like she had been punished for breaking a window.
- But what if I induce an orgasm? – I asked Erin, reflecting on her words.
• What? – Asked the specialist horrified.
- Yes. – I continued. – Marisol's problem is that she can't reach orgasm. So I thought it would be good if she reached orgasm by herself, with no contact at all. Would that harm her tissues?
Erin looked at us as if we were crazy. However, my nightingale looked at me hopefully.
• Guys, they've been married for more than 10 years. Jacinto is their fourth child. Why is it so important to have sex and risk everything? – Erin asked, trying to make us reason.
Marisol simply smiled…
+ Because it's wonderful. – Marisol replied confidently, looking at me radiant and illusional in the eyes. – Doctor, my husband and I are in love... and our sex between us is incredible. To me, it's like eating vanilla ice cream bathed in chocolate, and you're asking me not to eat any ice cream.
Marisol made Erin laugh with her simple and childish explanation.• Ok, it's fine. – Erin agreed, trying to open her mind without letting her skepticism prevail. – Let's say you can make her reach orgasm without touching her. How would you do it?
Despite having medical studies and being an obstetrician, she gave me the expression that, for Erin, orgasms came from intimacy and questioned my proposal.
I got nervous, but Marisol looked at me in a flirtatious way, willing to be part of the demonstration...
She closed her eyes and settled into the bed, deeply sighing. Our son was having some samples taken and undergoing some exams, so we were only two in Erin's office.
And looking at Marisol, I let my inspiration flow...
I told her I'd start with a soft kiss on the lips, with the passion I know she likes. I'd run my hands over her body, stopping at her breasts, feeling the warmth and weight loaded with cum. I'd squeeze them gently, making Marisol sigh and shudder. Then, my lips would seek out her warm nipple shaped like a strawberry, which today is the pride of Marisol.I explained to Erin that before pregnancy, Marisol was quite flat and that with the birth of the twins, she became the voluptuous woman she is today.I told her I would suck her nipple with a hunger that would make my wife curl her toes. Marisol moaned, stretching her back, her hips starting to move.
Then, I would press my erection around her thigh to let her know how much I'm excited.
As I teased her, I would whisper sweet words in her ear, with a soft and seductive voice, already causing shivers down her spine. I would feel my fingers on her thighs, approaching her pleasure temple but never reaching it, making her desperate for release.
My touches would continue to be more insistent, palpating the curves of her body with smoothness and delicacy. Marisol was already shaking on the bed, her body begging for more.
I knew my wife was near orgasm and could feel it through her constant shivers. But despite my own desires, I had to follow Erin's rules: No penetration, touching or licking.
So I teased my wife with my other hand, near her lips, letting her suck my fingers. In those moments, the sensation was strange because Marisol sucked with the same intensity as when she gives me blowjobs, but she was making me wetter and her sex was already pulsating with urgency.
I lost track of everything, forgetting it was just a sample. The way Marisol sucked my fingers put me hard like a rod, positioning me next to her so her fingers could feel my shape and start massaging her.
- Let me see your beautiful sex, nightingale! - I said in a voice intoxicated with desire.
Her grip on my fallo was sovereign. With her other hand, she hurried to pull down her panties and show me her treasure, opening her legs wider to show me her complete splendor.
I rocked harder onto her hand, which was doing its best to caress me. The warmth of Her body was tremendous and I couldn't resist my impulse to lick her thigh between her legs.
Marisol was sighing and moaning. She could feel her orgasm getting closer, my tongue and lips savoring her sweet flesh
- Hold on, nightingale, hold on! – I ordered, slurping loudly at her thighs.
+ My love! Ahh! My love! – Marisol begged, already in the final stages.
And it was then that Marisol relaxed, feeling warmth flowing from her. Honestly, I would have licked her clean and dry, but Erin's orders were strict. Marisol kept releasing, letting go of more and more of herself.
When I turned to look at her, I found Erin with her palm deeply inserted between her legs…
- Excuse me, doctor, I'll clean everything up! – I said, taking a handkerchief and wiping away the fluids from my nightingale. – I apologize for being too graphic. But that would stimulate Marisol to have an orgasm.
My lord was looking at me with a mischievous and grateful smile. Although Erin is a stranger, Marisol felt satisfied with her audience. I took my time to clean without turning around. Emma cleared her throat and composed herself.• Yes... yes... I think that could work. – The specialist managed to respond, regaining composure.- Will this affect Marisol's internal tissues? – I asked, still worried.
Erin sighed thoughtfully...
• I wouldn't know how to tell you. – She replied, thinking carefully. – If I'm completely honest, you've been my most difficult patients. None of the couples I've seen before experienced their type of problems, so these are unknown waters for me. If you ask me according to my logic, I'd say it could work because there's no physical contact involved. But I worry about the blood circulation in sensitive tissues. If she experiences bleeding, it could be a risk.
- How often should we do it? – I asked with a rational and confident tone at the same time.
• I don't know. – Erin replied with a smile. – As I said, this is a new topic for me. But I suggest you space it out. Take a couple of days between each encounter.
+ Days? – Marisol protested, making a pout.
- Yes! – I responded instead of Erin. - Don't you understand, nightingale? She's offering an alternative and we have to find it halfway. I know you want us to be together, but I worry too much to risk it. Just ask me to be patient, Marisol.
Marisol let out a sigh.
+ Fine! But I still need you. Do you understand that? – She looked at me with her lovely emeralds.
I kissed her instantly.
- Will there be problems if we do it every other day? – I asked Erin, who was still impressed by the dynamics of our couple.
• Honestly, I don't know. – She shrugged. – But if she experiences hemorrhages, bring her to the hospital immediately.
- Okay. – I said, squeezing her hand.
Then when we went to look for our son, I noticed Erin watching us leave. I wondered if we had given a key advice for a good marriage.
But that's how we've managed it To attend to her needs. Marisol understands better that her body needs to recover and that our love goes beyond the physical.
The subsequent days continued with their highs and lows. Marisol struggled with her fixed limitations, but I was there by her side, offering gentle caresses and whispering words of love. We have maintained a strong connection, even though we can't enjoy our favorite pastime.
But, nonetheless, we've entertained ourselves. Every other day, I get to pleasure my wife without penetrating her, exploring new and interesting ways to make her feel good. Although every night, she falls asleep in my arms, feeling desired and loved.
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