New Sounds
Written by: Sar
My wife is a mother now. She’s not just a lover with balmy skin under the weight of my body. She’s delicate and eager.
Her breasts are dry, sometimes shriveled around the nipple after the baby feeds from them. The bags under her eyes are becoming a deeper hue of purple as the sleepless nights continue. We haven’t had sex since the baby was born. She’s still sexy though, especially with her new pronounced curves.
She makes a wonderful dulcet sound at night. It’s from the pressure of the baby asleep on her chest. It’s as if, even in her sleep, she’s struggling to breathe for two.
Last week I woke up to a slight chugging sound. I started to wake and through the slits of my eyes all I could see were breast pumps strapped on to her chest. The skin around the tight plastic seemed to swell and turn red. There was a hum to the machine that almost lulled me back to sleep. I fell into a sheepish daze, as the noise became a rhythm.