Having a newborn at home went much better than expected. For the first few weeks, I was on paternity leave, so my wife and I could share the work. At night, one of us was assigned get-up-and-feed-him duty, while the other one was allowed to sleep. Being able to sleep through a night does wonders to the sanity of new parents.
I had a slight advantage there, since I lacked my wife's luscious breasts and, therefore, the ability to feed him on those nights we had not pumped enough of her milk. So she had to get up during those nights, too. But she was not complaining. I think she enjoyed feeding him, apart from the getting up part.
We were quite lucky, anyway. It was hard to get him to sleep sometimes, but once asleep, he would sleep well through the night, only waking up for hunger.
During the day, we did most of the work together. Other times, one of us was taking care of him, while the other one could run errands on their own, such as shopping. This allowed us to be on our own for a while. Being a parent is great, but occasionally, some quiet is really nice, too.
Sexually, not much was happening. Fortunately, she had never found the scratch marks on my back, and I had tested negatively for diseases, so I was technically ready, but we were simply too busy to think of it much. I talked her into letting me suck her tits and drink her milk once, and I liked it. But I think she was somewhere between aroused and finding it weird, so I did not press the matter further. As I said: We didn't have much time anyway. There were... attempts sometimes. But they were cut short when a hungry, uncomfortable or otherwise angry baby interrupted us. At night, we just fell asleep when our son managed to do so, too.
One late afternoon, we went shopping together. It was just a quick run to stock up on diapers, but this was where we made an important discovery: He fell asleep in the car easily! From now on, whenever we had any trouble in the evening, we would take him for a car ride, and that solved it.
Since I already had the advantage of getting up less often at night, I was usually the one in charge of driving, while my wife used the time to rest. Of course it did not always work immediately, so sometimes I had to drive around for an hour or so, but by and large, this was a great improvement. And I actually liked this new routine, too. I would usually talk to him for a bit, then just let my mind wander.
It did not really matter where I drove, so I usually just took the route that seemed to have the least amount of traffic jams.
I also did this in the final week of my paternity leave. My wife would still be off work for a while, but I would soon have to get back to paid work. At 80%, that is: The plan was for me to earn the bulk of the money, but also allow me to do at least some parenting. As I was not really paying attention to my whereabouts while thinking about work, I suddenly noticed that I had unconsciously taken the route to one of my clients. Well, almost at least. I was on the street where I had met Sarah some months ago.
I had to drive slowly here because the other cars did the same - their drivers were inspecting the ladies that offered their services on the curb. Luckily, my son had already fallen asleep, so it did not really matter.
Driving through there sure brought back some memories! So many hot women were waiting for customers. Now, I was not available, but I was a man that hadn't had an orgasm for weeks (I could not even remember when that had happened the last time!), so of course this had an effect on me. So many possibilities!
If only... but no. I was just looking, not buying. I did enjoy myself, though. One hand was pressing against the bulge in my pants while I was chugging along, taking in the view.
Some meters away, a match was made. The car in front of me stopped to pick up a petite Asian. I had to stop as well, which a middle-aged Latina in hooker boots took advantage of by pressing her milkmakers against the side window. I shook my head, gesturing to the sleeping baby in the in the back. My son was not out for drinks tonight.
Moments later, the car ahead started, and I got ready, too. It was time to go home.
That was when I saw HER. Sarah was there in her favourite green dress that made her boobs look a bit bigger than they really were. Those boobs that fit in my hands so snugly. Not long ago, I had felt these on my chest, had sucked on them and rubbed my dick over them. I prepared for a left turn home.
She turned her head to me before I even started. She smiled immediately and walked towards me, swaying her hips. How had she recognised me so fast? She had never seen my car before. Now it was too late to pretend I hadn't seen her.
She tilted her head to one side and raised an eyebrow, pointing at the side window. Right. I opened it.
"Hi Sarah. I can't today," I told her, "I have my son with me."
"I see," she replied pensively, "just a quick blowjob in the car, then. I'll suck you dry right here, baby!"
She licked her lips and proceeded to open the door. My dick was straining against its confines, but I was still thinking logically. I could not be seen inviting a woman into my car in the redlight district, even less so if she left again after a few minutes.
I informed her of that and was quite proud of myself. Yes, I had come inside this beauty until very recently, but I had always made sure nobody would find out. I would never run such a risk for my marriage.
She nodded understandingly, closing the door again slowly.
"You are right, we can't have that happen... it will be better if you park your car somewhere. I'll wait for you in my flat." I could smell her perfume through the open window. What she said made sense to me. How good that she understood the importance of safety!
I drove off to my usual parking spot. This was a bit awkward: Of course a responsible parent would never leave his child in a parked car, so I took the carry seat carefully out. I walked slowly to avoid waking him up. On the upside, as a dad with a baby, I did not get talked to on the street. It was obvious I was not looking for offers.
In Sarah's flat, I placed the carry seat cautiously in the small living room. Then we moved to the bedroom. She hiked up her dress a bit before she sat down on the bed.
"It's been a long time," she sighed and parted her legs. There were no panties. I knelt down and took in the sight.
After a while, I had to open my own pants to free my enlargened dick. I leant forward to kiss her pussy lightly. I licked from the bottom of her labia up to her clit.
I heard her breathe and started sucking her pearl gently. My hands were massaging her thighs, approaching their destination slowly. When they arrived, I stopped licking and stroked her instead.
A quick test with a fingertip revealed that she was already soaking wet. The whole area had got darker with blood centering in the organs we both concentrated on. She put a leg on my shoulder, and I kissed it.
I inserted first one, then two fingers. The classic "come hither" gesture inside her made her gasp, and I increased my pace until I heard her moan.
