Ichihime is being milked while being held in her husband's arms, and they are happily enjoying a deep kiss.
Lately, without any prior notice, every sexual act has been recorded in the "Record Box"—and you can see how euphoric and exhilarating she is, to the point where you want to look back at the records many times later.
However, if I squeeze it too much, there won't be anything left for Manpukumaru and Chacha to drink, so maybe I should stop now.
Since Ichihime already produces significantly more breast milk than the average pregnant woman, there doesn't seem to be much to worry about.
"Oh... this is incredible... everything is sticky with breast milk..."
"Ah... mm, mmm..."
"Now, that's enough. Let's stop milking now."
Perhaps it's because my breasts, which had been heavy and painfully swollen, felt just a little lighter and more comfortable.
Ichihime grabbed my hand affectionately and begged me to milk her more and more.
By the way, as far as I know, there is a huge difference in how women feel about the act of milking.
It seems so.
I know a married woman who said that her nipples hurt so much while she was expressing milk that she didn't even want them touched.
On the other hand, some people have said, "I like it because it's like that feeling when you get your ears cleaned and a lot of earwax comes out at once."
The latter essentially means that the feeling of liberation from having all the pent-up emotions suddenly released is irresistible...
In any case, it seems that Ichihime also falls into that category.
(Even so... this is just too melting...)
Where did all that shyness from just a moment ago go?
Despite the fact that she's now smearing breast milk all over the bed, sliding doors, and even the paper screens, Ichihime's only focus is now on clinging to me.
Perhaps it's because she doesn't experience pain during milking or breastfeeding, but that's nothing short of a stroke of luck when it comes to childcare.
"Ichi... I'm going to touch you."
He declared this, and as Ichihime, breathing heavily, persistently begged for a kiss and clung to him, he reached out his hand to her lower body.
I fumbled between her tightly closed thighs, then broke through and traced my fingertips over her private parts.
The place was enveloped in a thick, humid heat—but, as expected, it wasn't very wet.
"Ah... Nagamasa-sama... there... hah... mm"
But Ichihime's face was flushed, and she was clearly in the mood.
This doesn't mean they weren't feeling it—it was a unique phenomenon common to postpartum women.
During breastfeeding, the amount of estrogen, which is secreted by the ovaries in particular, decreases among the hormones secreted in a woman's body.
Estrogen has various effects, but simply put, it's a hormone that promotes the development of a feminine physique.
And one of the functions of this hormone is to increase the lubrication in the vagina, which helps sperm to bind smoothly to the egg...
In other words, a decrease in this directly translates to "getting less wet."
Therefore, when women ask obstetricians about sexual activity after childbirth, they often receive the suggestion that "it might be a good idea to use a lubricant like lotion."
Regardless of a woman's wishes or feelings, there are times when it's perfectly normal for her not to get wet.
"Ichi... you really are beautiful..."
"Ah...ah..."
As I whisper sweet nothings into Ichihime's ear, my fingertips spread her labia and gently massage her labia minora.
There isn't enough lubrication to insert it like this.
If he thrusts in without sufficient lubrication, he could injure her vagina, and in the worst case, it could lead to death from infection.
(Now, what should I do?)
I nibbled on Ichihime's ear, licking and sucking it slowly, while holding my trembling wife's body close and carefully working on her genitals.
Because I'm targeting her ears, which are her weak spot, she's getting a little more wet, but...
However, if you keep stomping your feet without getting them completely wet, there's a higher chance that Manpukumaru and Chacha will wake up and start begging for milk.
(I certainly can't breastfeed while having sex with Ichihime...)
While I was thinking about something extremely immoral, a brilliant idea suddenly came to me.
"...That's right, there is a natural lubricant."
I lowered Ichihime from my lap, stood up, and stood directly in front of her.
"...Nagamasa-sama?"
A lingering, sticky, and intense gaze.
As Ichihime sat with her legs crossed, looking up at me with a seductive expression, she was incredibly alluring and beautiful.
To expose my throbbing cock in front of such a goddess-like wife.
It was a feeling as if the very concept of beauty was being desecrated—and it sent shivers down my spine in an unparalleled way.
This must be exactly what pleasure feels like.
"Ichi... Ah, you really are... a beautiful yet lewd woman..."
"Ah..."
Ichihime's small voice, tinged with lust, rose up.
Yes, because I started rubbing my penis vigorously—right in front of her.
"N-Nagamasa-sama... I can't believe you're all alone..."
Ichihime murmured sadly, licked her fingers, and gently slipped her hand between her legs.
And he slowly begins to move his hand, but it's not like I want to have a mutual masturbation viewing session.
"Ichi, spread your legs wide like that."
"You mean... my pussy...?"
"Ah, if possible, I'd like to see the filling inside with your finger..."
"...Hehehe"
With a seductive smile, Ichihime parted her secret cleft with her fingertips, revealing it.
She showed me that place, using the slang I'd taught her as she spoke naturally—and despite having given birth to two children, it was a healthy salmon pink color.
The fact that her genitals weren't darkened must be due to her constitution. My beloved wife's private parts were still remarkably clean, considering she had given birth before.
However, there were also aspects that had to change inevitably.
For example, one such example was the labia minora.
What was contained within the labia majora before childbirth has now protruded and become slightly spread out.
But because it adorns the genitals in an indescribably seductive way, increasing their allure—perhaps this is actually a good thing.
Another noticeable change is the vaginal opening.
Many postpartum mothers suffer from the problem of their vaginal opening remaining open.
In short, the problem is that the vagina itself stretches when a large object like a child is born through the vaginal opening, and it doesn't return to its original state easily.
In Ichihime's case, it's not that her vaginal opening remains open and doesn't return to its normal state, but it's certainly true that it's wider than before she gave birth.
However, the way it opens and closes so suggestively is quite adorable.
A gaping, lustful cleft. Spread labia minora and vaginal opening.
Right above that lewd sight were the beautiful, massive breasts dripping with milk—and the speed at which I was stroking Big Sun increased exponentially.
"Oh... juice is flowing from Nagamasa-sama's penis...! What a waste..."
As Ichihime stared intently at the pre-cum overflowing from my big dick, she let out a giddy moan.
She was parting her labia with the fingers of her right hand, but before I knew it, her left hand had quietly reached out and was gently playing with her clitoris through its modest foreskin.
Using my wife's alluring figure as my inspiration, I set my sights on her vulva and unleashed the throbbing desire in my lower body.
"Ah... that was so sudden...!"
With a spurting sound, a milky white liquid gushes out without warning.
It sticks thickly to Ichihime's lower body, contaminating her.
But my beloved wife scooped it up with both hands, and with her right hand she pushed the semen into her vaginal opening—and then, bringing her left hand close to her nose, she began to sniff.
"Lord Nagamasa... Ah, Lord Nagamasa... This is Lord Nagamasa..."
With a dreamy, ecstatic expression on her face, Ichihime savored the smell of semen, looking like a succubus.
But as I slowly approached, she gently clasped her semen-covered hands against her chest—like a devout virgin monk praying to God.
Then she gently kisses my lips.
Judging from the way she's sending me these sticky, flirtatious looks, she probably wants another deep kiss—but that's not what I want.
"Ah... Nagamasa-sama..."
Ichihime's vagina was slippery with semen.
The area she had stimulated herself through masturbation was already soft and meltingly wet.
I inserted my finger, coated in plenty of semen, into the opening and slowly and gently stirred it around.
"Ah, ah... my finger...!"
They're probably no longer capable of rational thought.
Ichihime let out sweet, delirious moans and assumed a position where she would accept everything I did.
"It's been so long since I've been inside you..."
But perhaps because of the smell of semen, Ichihime seemed completely high and didn't have time to reflect.
Her body trembled violently as she covered her mouth with both hands to prevent herself from making a sound.
"Ah, ah...! Mmm, mmm... mmm...!"
It's easy to forget when you're engrossed in your own world, but Manpukumaru and Chacha are sleeping very close by.
If it happens here, it's nothing but a real mood killer.
"Lord Nagamasa... Lord Nagamasa...!"
But even that seemed to become irrelevant to her—Ichihime, radiating an aura of courtship from her entire being, clung to my arm as I continued to fondle her private parts.
"What's wrong...?"
"That, ah... that... it feels so, so good..."
"Oh, that's good to hear."
"But, but... the city, the city..."
My wife, with tears welling up in her eyes, openly expresses her affection like a girl in love.
"I love you... I love you... I love you, Nagamasa-sama...! So, ah... so..."
"that's why...?"
"Please...come back...quickly...!"
Seriously, why is my wife so incredibly cute?
As I slowly withdrew my fingers from her vagina, Ichihime began to wriggle her hips and spread her vulva wide open with both hands.
"...Yeah, that's right."
I gripped the base of Big Sun and gently pressed the tip—against the semen-soaked vaginal opening.
Mating after approximately a year.
I've been looking forward to this day for so long...
"Mm, mmm..."
With just a slight push, the vaginal opening that had given birth to a child—without any resistance, smoothly swallowed the penis.
"The city... it's amazing, going deeper and deeper..."
"...Mmm...Ahh..."
The vaginal opening contracts tightly.
However, it still lacks the ferocious power it once possessed.
Right now, it's just a gentle embrace, and there's absolutely no sense of it "tightening up."
"...city?"
"...Nagamasa-sama..."
But now, physical pleasure is—irrelevant.
Tears streamed down Ichihime's beautiful eyes.
"Welcome back...! For the past year... I, I have been so lonely...! But now, like this, we are together again...! Welcome back, Nagamasa-sama...!"
"Ah... I'm home. I finally feel like I've come home..."
As we savored the gentle, pleasant contraction, Ichihime and I passionately devoured each other's lips.
Tongues enter the mouth, intertwine, licking, sucking, and slurping.
Big Sun, buried inside the soft flesh pot, twitched and convulsed as emotions welled up inside him.
"Mmm... Mmm... Ah... I love you... Mmm"
I'm slowly starting to move my hips.
The only thing that provides moisture is my semen; there's not much vaginal lubrication either.
But it was clear that Ichihime was experiencing pleasure, and she was desperately seeking my lips.
"Hafu... slurp, slurp... ahh... kiss me more... more... mmm, slurp..."
Since it's been quite a while since we last had sex, I'm well aware that I shouldn't move around too wildly.
Each time my cock slowly reopened and tilled her vaginal opening, Ichihime's body was ignited, and she began to crave me without limit.
She clung to me, pressing her breasts against me and spraying breast milk everywhere.
Then she wiggled her hips, subtly shifting her position so that her clitoris rubbed against my hips.
"Ah... mm, ha... ahhh..."
We rubbed our bodies together, covered in sweat and breast milk.
When I squeezed her breasts, which were pressed against me, thick breast milk spurted out.
"N... Nagamasa-sama... mm... nkyu...!"
When her nipples were pinched and teased, Ichihime's eyes rolled back in her head, and she arched her back dramatically.
"Aaaahhhhh... ah... mmm...!"
With a shameless, lustful expression on her face, my wife trembles with ecstatic pleasure.
Her vaginal opening, overflowing with semen, contracted tightly, and her soft flesh wrapped gently around my big dick.
"Ah... how beautiful..."
As I gazed at Ichihime's relaxed body and face, I slowly and deeply moved my hips.
He pulled it out almost completely, then slowly reinserted it—enjoying the slow pace and building up the pleasure in his hips.
"Mmm... haa... aaaahhhh..."
A squelching sound is heard as the semen, acting as a lubricant, makes a sticky noise, and goosebumps form at the point of contact.
From there, he slowly grasped Ichihime's slender waist.
"Nagamasa-sama...! This is no good... no good, it feels... too good... I feel like I'm going to become corrupted..."
I gently nudged and rocked her cervix while desperately holding down my wife's swaying hips.
Her soft, plump flesh is begging, desperately hoping to have sperm poured directly into it.
It's a shame that we can't spend as much time together as we used to, with Manpukumaru and Chacha around, but there's nothing we can do about it.
"Ichi...it's almost time for today..."
"W-inside...!"
"Yeah, I know."
The pleasure of thrusting my hips into Ichihime, who is clinging to me desperately, is overwhelming.
And as she hugged me even tighter, I felt like I could finally see the finish line.
"The city...it's almost time."
"Yes, yes...! Lots, lots and lots射精ispress , and impregnate me again...!"
"City, city…!"
At its thickest point, my glans swelled up, and then semen shot out from the tip of my penis—and was splattered into Ichihime's cervix.
At the moment when the raw, youthful torrent of sexuality defiled the womb of a woman who had just become a mother, I felt a thrilling, spine-tingling pleasure.
"Ah... ah, aa
Ichihime opened her eyes wide, tears streaming down her face, and arched her back dramatically.
It seems she found fulfillment and reached orgasm more on a mental level than a physical one.
"Ah... mm, ah... uh..."
With her entire body stained red, Ichihime was breathing heavily.
Holding my wife in a slightly tighter embrace, I slowly pulled my hips back and withdrew my penis from her vaginal opening.
The semen spilled out in a gush, dripping down like a waterfall, and the body trembled violently with spasms in the hips.
Having sex with Ichihime after such a long time, I felt incredibly satisfied—
(I need to get out some spare bedding...)
—Seeing the bedding in such a horrible state, soaked with sweat, breast milk, and semen, that's what I couldn't help thinking.