Tea For Two - Sex Stories

Tea For Two

My son is finally sleeping! Everyone likes to tell you how rewarding, but exhausting, being a new mother is. And to be fair, they are right about that. But it’s still hard to understand the depth of that simple statement until you experience it first-hand. Watching my little six-month-old boy sleep for a moment before I leave his room warms my heart more than I ever would have imagined. But then as soon as I step out of his room, the physical and emotional exhaustion sets in and I want to just curl up in a bed myself.

However, I know I need some ‘me’ time before turning in. So, I head into the kitchen and make myself some tea. I ponder my mood and my options. I could pick up one of the many books I’ve started, but that doesn’t seem appealing at the moment. I probably should do some yoga, I think to myself. Then rephrase it as, ‘I could do some yoga to make my body feel healthy and energized’. A bit tempting, but I’m not quite motivated enough for that. Maybe something physical, but a little more pleasurable? The birth and recovery had taken much longer than I would have liked, and my sex life had suffered. The boy’s father, George, was being wonderfully patient, and maybe it was time to rekindle that flame.

Unfortunately, George was also working nights this week and unable to come home just now. Well, the payoff for all the hard work that goes into a polyamorous relationship is that I have options. I pick up the phone.

“Hello Luther! Are you free?”

“For you my ...

... dear Laurie, I am always free,” a low voice purrs back to me. Hearing his enthusiasm and affection for me warms my heart. I’m also a bit surprised but very happy to feel that faint stirring in my loins at the sound of his voice. Maybe I really am ready to get back to my sexual self. He continues, “Want me to come over? I can be there in about twenty minutes.”

My heart flutters like I’ve just been asked out on a first date, which is hardly the case with Luther. But it has been a long time. “Yes, please. I’ve put on some tea and would enjoy some adult company.”

“Ooh, adult time. I like the sound of that. I’m out the door already!”

Yes, he definitely sounded eager. And I realize, I am too. I’d had a few orgasms since the birth, but mostly perfunctory things in the bath to allow me to sleep. And there were a few sessions with George, but again, mostly just to allow the poor man some release. Tonight, I'm starting to feel like my old self again; horny, even a little slutty. I smile.

I walk into the bathroom and assess what’s in the mirror. Well, a little subpar, but not too far gone. The brown hair is cropped shoulder length and rather unkempt around my face. I brush it out. Then I tussle it up again for a bit of a wild and ready look. My eyes are as big and brown as ever. They’ve been described as ‘doe-like’. They’ve also been described as ‘fuck-me eyes’, I think those descriptions are caused by my tendency to look deeply at other people. But they are also showing the ...