Kyle woke from a good sleep for no reason. He has trouble sleeping some nights. Tonight, he thought he would just lay there and try to get back to sleep. It was 3:00 AM, and 6:00 wouldn't be far off to get up for work. He still felt somewhat dreamy, so rolled to his side to get more comfortable.
He saw the room was lit up a little from the partial moon coming into their bedroom. He was facing Maxine now, and he could see that in this warm summer night, she had thrown her sheet off. She was nude; she liked to sleep like that. She had said that way she doesn't get wrapped up in bedclothes. He didn't mind...her body was still in good shape at 43. That's why they still made love, or just good hard sex, 3 to 4 times a week. Sometimes everyday. Once in a while more than once a day. And for being 45, he was still able to perform to her satisfaction, even though he was having more trouble the last few years maintaining an erection for the entire session. She accommodated, if necessary. And she enjoyed that, too.
He watched her. Her lovely, still very voluptuous breasts rising and falling with her slow breathing. The outline of her face against the far wall was still taught and well-defined. Max's stomach had a slight bulge, but not a turn-off in the least. She had aged well, but he would never say anything like that out loud to anyone. He had seen the 20-something guys inspecting her when they were out. And it didn't matter what she was wearing.
He was becoming aroused, but wasn't aware of it until now. God she was beautiful! And she was HIS wife. He didn't need to go anywhere else. She was attentive and amorous, as well as she had ever been in their younger years. He wanted to make slow love to her right now. He reached over and just slightly touched the side of her right breast. Oh it was so firm, yet soft at the same time. Just right for him. She didn't move. So, he moved his hand upward to her areola and circled it lightly a few times before tenderly touching her nipple. It was soft, too, not erect. He wasn't used to that. Usually, by the time he would ever feel it, she was awake and they were into foreplay, and it would be at least half hard by now. It usually didn't take much arousal for her to reach that point.
After a few moments of light rubbing with his middle finger, it started to rise and swell. It came to be the size of a dime and about half as high. He moved his hand over to the left side, which was a little harder to reach, that is, without waking her. He did the same to that breast, with about the same reaction - soft at first, then hardness. Kyle was starting to breathe a little more heavily now. He lifted his hand and moved it over her slow-moving stomach, where he touched it with all four fingers of his right hand. Her skin was warm and so soft. He allowed the whole hand too flatten onto her mid-section. It felt wonderful to touch her when she was this relaxed. No expectations from him or her as to what to do next. Just the touching was enough for him right now.
She continued her uninterrupted sleep. He felt peaceful, yet, that familiar tingling of his body told him he couldn't stop. It was sometimes maddening, that desire to just completely fill himself with her emotional AND physical womanhood. But, he knew that she had it, too. And they were very in tune to each other with it. They turned each other on equally...still. Most people their age were winding down and losing interest. Not Kyle and Max. And their friends, and family, knew it. Even their two children, Erica and Sam, weren't as embarrassed by the idea as most kids are with their parents. These two had a special relationship that EVERYONE could see.
He had to touch her in that very special place. But, he wanted to savor it, as he usually does. This helps keep them in love with each other. Max does it, too. And that slowness is better foreplay, more sensual, more arousing. He gently lifted his hand to just leaving his first two fingers touching her skin, then began sliding them down her left leg to almost her knee. He had to be careful since she was ticklish around her knees. He didn't want to wake her, at least yet. He then scanned the almost-inner thigh on the way back toward her stomach, lightly drifting through her thick, curly pubic hair. She kept it well trimmed for bikini season, and to just keep it out of the way for sexual entry. Then, he took his fingers down her right leg, made a U-turn, and brought them back up the right inner thigh. A little further in between this time. He let his digits ever-so-lightly trace the crevice of her sexual mound. Max took a slightly deeper breath. He stopped his touching, and she settled back into the slower rhythm of sleep state.
He gave it a couple of minutes. Kyle then reach to her face. He used the back of his fingers to brush the lower jaw and travel up across her cheek to just below her right eye. Her hair was cut just above the shoulder, for easier care, but enough for him to run his hands through it when he was loving her, or just sitting on the couch watching TV. Sometimes he would come up behind her while she was fixing dinner and slip his fingers through ever so slightly to remind her how much he still loves her. But, now, he left her hair so as to not awaken her, since he was very turned on whenever he did this at the other times. Her lips were so soft and well-rounded. He always liked kissing them, and they responded well in return. She didn't need to use a tongue very often, but did when she was very turned on, and she could use it well at that. His penis took a jump at that thought of her kisses, and Kyle took a deep sigh.