Amazingly, her body seemed to be increasing it's production.
The same could not be said about Richard. Her husband had always been an attentive lover, and Tammy particularly enjoyed the attention he paid to her nipples, but ever since the pregnancy he had claimed to be grossed out by breast milk, exclaiming how eager he was for her to stop. Her increased libido and almost instantaneous recovery (and, Dr. Albright was quick to warn, hormonally elevated fertility) were being completely lost on her husband's phobia of her breasts. It hurt her deeply to feel unattractive to the father of her child. The only man she had ever known now struggled to be attracted to her, and was spending longer and longer hours at the office instead of servicing his wife and helping her raise their child. She sighed, burped her son, and tried not to think about the ever present dampness between her thighs.
The rest of the morning saw her struggle through chores before she surrendered and paid the shower head a visit. The gorgeously built little blonde mom stripped out of her skin-tight workout shorts and bra - the cups sticky and wet - and stepped into the shower. Her ass, thighs, and breasts bouncing firmly with each minor motion, beckoning for a lover that wasn't there. She spent the next fifteen minutes chasing bliss as her hands explored her body. In her mind, brief flashes of random arousal from her week: the dark skinned contractor Richard had hired that had shamelessly eyed her up and down, the "miss u tons" text from Neiva that reminded her of their secret drunk make-out sessions in college, Richard's hard 6" cock..the cock that had made her a woman and a mother. And, persistently, as the warm water made the squirming wife whimper and beg, a brief moment with the black 18 year-old boy from down the street, who had showed up sweaty and shirtless and seemingly enormous on her doorstep, looking for an overthrown football. Tammy had opened the door without thinking, in a workout outfit that preceded her tastefully thicc motherly figure and accentuated every crease, every curve, and contained her swollen cleavage in only the most minimal of ways. Tammy was greeted by a slab of towering abs, pecs and biceps that instantly made her feel vulnerable. She had absent mindedly and obviously looked him over, unable to form words, her nipples painfully engorged and wetting her bra, her eyes locking into the impossible shape in his shorts. An unknown number of seconds passed before she regained her senses and looked up to the young man's eyes, his face in a knowing smile..
