She woke in the middle of the night and turned to him for warmth if nothing else. He stirred, and pulled her close. “Huh, he must be sleeping pretty deeply to do that,” she thought. No matter, she’d take it. Wasn’t too often she got that in the night now, or anytime for that matter; with kids and work and stress she was lucky if she got a kiss in the morning and a quick fuck once a week on Saturday morning IF the kids had soccer practice. And lately he’d just seemed disinterested altogether.
She snuggled as close as she dared; not wanting to wake him and spoil this unexpected pleasure. She moved slowly, almost stealthily. He did sleep so deeply. Lately he’d been so tired it took two screaming kids, the freight train alarm clock, threats, and bribery to get him out of bed in the mornings. Wonder if she tried something different, just how far could she go? Could she actually get him to sleep-fuck her? Well hell, why not try it?
Reaching down to his pajama bottoms, she got her first surprise: his cock, erect and straining. For her? She giggled, and began to stroke him through the soft cloth. He moved a bit under her touch as if to encourage her so she slid one finger under the waistband. Maybe…oh honey. His arms drew her close, his mouth seeking hers. Niiiice. O-kayyyy. Opening one eye, she checked to see and yes, he was still asleep. Well, maybe she’d give him a good dream!
His hands moved down her back slowly, his fingers pressing into her muscles. Arching her back, she moved her body closer to his. She felt his hands on her ass, lifting her a little, then his fingers on the back of her thighs. Oh! He’s exploring a bit. She smiled and parted her legs, letting him find the heat building at her center.
He groaned as he felt the wetness trickling from her pussy, and just then their youngest cried out from her room across the hall. Struggling not to scream in frustration, she started to move away, to leave him. He pulled her tighter, and said gruffly into her ear, “I’ll go. You stay wet and hot for me. Play with your sweet pussy while I’m gone.” In shock and wonderment she watched as this sudden stranger who was apparently her husband got up, adjusted his pajama bottoms, and went to the door. He turned just as she rose to her knees and pulled her nightgown over her head. In the moonlight she could see his wicked evil grin as she displayed her body for him. “I’ll be right back,” he said. To which she replied, “Oh, I’m not going anywhere, darling.”
She turned and lay on her belly, head on the pillow, ass in the air. Drawing the covers over her nakedness in the cool room, she reached down to feel her panties soaked with her juices. Remembering his request, she began to stroke herself through the thin silk fabric and let her mind wander to the surprise of his hard cock. She heard him return to the room and walk up next the bed. “Let me watch you,” he said. “Pretend I’m not here for a while.”
Self-conscious at first, she remembered he had always liked to see her nipples get hard as she became aroused. Feeling suddenly very wanton, she turned onto her back and, with one hand still stroking her wet panties, brought her other hand up her tummy to cup a breast, squeezing. Well, if he wants a show, why not give it to him! She raised her knees and slipped a finger under the wet scrap of fabric covering her heat. Teasing herself, she watched his eyes darken with increasing desire. She ran her other hand over her breasts and up into her hair, watching as he dropped his pajama bottoms to the floor. Their eyes locked as he took his cock in one hand, stroking and rubbing the tip and grabbing his balls with the other hand. His knees began to buckle and he groaned as he watched her strokes intensify and her breasts swell and flush.
Then yet another shocker came. “Why don’t you play with your toy?” he asked. She gasped. “Did you think I didn’t know about it, my love?” he said with a return of the wicked grin. “Here, I’ll get it for you.” Still stroking his cock, he went to the dresser and opened her lingerie drawer where she kept the vibrator hidden in a box that had originally held a selection of spa products. “How did you know?” she laughed, embarrassed that he’d discovered her secret. From under lowered eyelids he confessed, “To tell you the truth…I accidentally saw you playing with it one afternoon, then I…I’ve watched you on purpose every chance I could get!”
“Why you naughty boy!” she said with a wink. “Did you get yourself off while you watched me?” “Well, yeah I did,” he said sheepishly. “I liked watching you, a lot.” At that she rose and moved toward him where he stood at the foot of the bed. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m very flattered. But surprised…why didn’t you say something?” He hemmed and hawed around a bit, muttered something about being embarrassed, then looked up at her. “You’re flattered?” he asked. “Of course I am, silly. It makes me feel like a porn star or a centerfold in one of your magazines. And yes, I know about those too!”
“Would you like to use my toy to give me pleasure?” she asked. “Hell yes!” was his reply. “Mmm, use me, baby…watch me get hotter for you.” She lay back on the bed and pulled her knees up, running her hands down the backs of her thighs. As he watched, cock in hand, she circled closer to her pussy. When she reached her wetness, she spread herself wide, scooped her finger in, and brought it to her mouth. “Oh, sweet. Would you like to taste, love?” Her fingers found his mouth and he eagerly sucked her juices as he placed the vibrator on her pussy. He inserted it slowly, just like he knew she liked it after having watched her own pleasure sessions, and began to fuck her with it as he continued to stroke and pump his cock. She slid closer to him so she could take his cock in her mouth.
He grunted as she slid his cock down her throat quickly, licking her tongue around him, sucking him hard. She knew how close he already was, and she didn’t want to miss the opportunity to swallow his cum. He began to move faster, a bit out of control, and she tongued him faster. Unable to hold back any longer he spurted hot cum into her mouth, but surprisingly groaned, “Don’t you dare swallow that.” Shocked, she looked up just as he threw the vibrator aside, grabbed her forearms, and jerked her roughly to him, his mouth seeking hers. Their tongues danced together, sharing his cum, the most sensual thing she’d ever experienced.
His cock still spurting, he climbed onto the bed and immediately entered her quivering pussy, sliding in hard and fast, fucking with a forcefulness she’d never seen in him before. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly. Moving together, devouring each other, lips seeking, teeth biting, her nails raking down his back. She could no longer hold back, and as she began to cum he lay her gently back against the pillows, speaking softly, encouraging her orgasms to build and crest again and again. Over and over he brought her to the peak and back down again, holding her close through powerful shuddering spasms when she couldn’t hold back any longer. She lost count of how many times, how many ways they pleasured each other. Finally mindless and cum-drunk, they both fell into a deep dreamless sleep, entwined together.
She woke suddenly and sat up. Daylight! They’d all be late, damn it. Where the hell was he? Usually he was dead to the world. A shadow crossed the bedroom door. “What are you doing up already? Why didn’t you wake me?” She started to swing her legs to the floor, but stopped short when she realized not only was he fully dressed, but he was carrying two cups of steaming, fragrant coffee. “Don’t get up, darling,” he said. “The kids are dressed, bookbags packed, and eating Cheerios in front of The Cartoon Network. I bribed them, the boy with a hockey game this weekend and the girl with ice cream after school. I told them Mommy needed some extra rest today. Carpool picks them up in half an hour.”
He put the coffee on the nightstand, then climbed onto the bed beside her. “I’m taking the day off to spend it with my best girl.” She looked at him incredulously, and said in a low voice, “Who are you and what have you done with my husband?” Then she laughed and said, “Ah, the hell with him. Leave him in the pod!” He laughed and gathered her close into his arms and asked, “Now are you ready for coffee?” She looked at him for a long moment then said, “Forget coffee…I’m ready for round 2!” And pulling his mouth to hers she showed him *exactly* what she meant.