It was 4:30 A.M. and I couldn't sleep. So I was sitting at the computer and surfing the 'net, checking e-mail and looking for a story where two people love each other, not just want to fuck, or want to use fucking to hurt someone.
An hour had passed since I had gotten up and the house was as quiet as it ever gets. Our last child had moved out less than a month ago and now Ann and I rattled around this big, old house like two marbles in a bowl. A big bowl.
The only sound was the soft hum of the computer and the purr of the cat sitting on my lap. Then I heard the floorboards creak and soft steps as Ann got up and walked across the floor above me. Her footsteps came down the hallway and then down the stairs.
The cat jumped down when Ann came through the study door and I swung around in the chair and watched as she came in.
The light from the monitor was enough to illuminate my wife and I could see she wore a plain pink nighty, knee length with nothing on underneath. Her breasts shook a bit, her nipples stood out and there was no panty line, so I knew if I talked her out of the nighty she would be as nude as she had been the first three days of our honeymoon, twenty-seven years ago.
Ann walked over to me and stood between my legs. Not being a fool, I seized the opportunity and slid my hand up under the nighty and rested them on her bare backside, drew her close and put my head against her soft, flat tummy.
She ran her fingers through my hair, then put her hand under my chin and tilted my head back until I was looking in her eyes. The sleepy look on her face could not hide the clear blue of her eyes. There was a sweet smile on her soft lips and her lovely face was framed by the sleep touseled, short, dark blond hair. My own personal angel.
"Are you having trouble sleeping again?" She asked, concern in her voice.
"A little," I replied, "just the usual. I guess I don't need as much sleep as I used to."
"You're not having nightmares again are you?"
"Not this time," I lied. "Probably the paperboy banging the door woke me up."
It's just not possible to lie to someone who knows you as well as she does me, but she let it slide. Pushing my hands down off her butt, she pulled me to my feet and over toward the couch. "Maybe if we lie together you can get a little more sleep," she said as she pulled me down beside her.
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled my head down on her left shoulder. I lay on my side and bent my top leg so it was laying across her knees. Then I reached up and flipped the blanket from the back of the couch over us for added warmth. With my arm tucked under the blanket, I slid my hand up over top of her right tit. The nipple hardened under my palm.
"Hey," she said in a stern but playful voice, "that's not sleeping!"
"Well, it will help relax me then maybe I can fall back to sleep."
I heard her mumble "Men" under her breath, then she put her lips on mine and reached down to fondle my semi-soft penis. I inched up her body until I was even with her and started rubbing her right tit. When the nipple got hard, my hand moved to her left. When that nipple stiffened, I slid the hand down over her stomach to her middle and gently scratched her pubic hair then rubbed my palm over the crease. The kiss got hotter as my cock got harder and within minutes Ann grabbed the hem of her nighty and pulled it high enough to uncover her middle.
"Come on, get on," she said, and tried to push/pull me up on top of her.
"You're not ready!" I said, "I don't want to hurt you."
"Don't be silly," she said, "how can you possibly hurt a woman by poking her with a long, blunt object? Especially if she wants you to!"
There's no argument to that line of reasoning, so I rolled on top of her and placed myself between her open thighs with my dick at her opening. As I feared, she was too dry to penetrate without hurting her, so I reached down and rubbed the head of my prick up and down her slot. This had the desired effect and she was soon wet enough to start sliding in. I did, working my way in slowly and pulling back often so she could continue to lubricate me, until our pubic hair mingled and I could feel her cervix at the head of my dick.
I knew this was a "get the husband off" fuck and not a "ring my chimes" screw, so I tried to hurry. Ann put her heart into it, pumping her hips enthusiastically. It only took two or three minutes and I was cumming with a nice, wet morning ejaculation. At that point exhaustion claimed me and with barely enough time to slide off, blackness overcame me and I fell into a sound sleep.
If we had been in our bed I'm sure I could have slept ten hours, but unfortunately, the couch is too uncomfortable for two people to sleep on for long and I woke up after about ten minutes. I saw immediately that Ann was awake, but not moving for fear of waking me.
"I'm sorry I fell asleep, Honey," I said, "but that sure seemed to work well."
"I'm glad you got a little nap," my wife said, " I wonder if you could reach the tissues for me? Your juice is running out of me and getting my nighty wet."
"After what you've just done, it will be my pleasure." I replied, and sat up and reached for the tissues. Grabbing a couple, I turned and said, "In fact, it would be my pleasure to help clean you up, Madam!"
"Why thank you, kind Sir," she said and by bending her knee and swinging her leg over my head she gave me full access to her center.
As anyone who has put their nose into a woman's crotch knows, the smell is sometimes strong. Even more so in the morning before the first shower, and doubly so for just having had sex. Sometimes the urge to do something good and loving is so strong nothing can stop it, certainly not an odor. This decision was an easy one.
My left hand slipped under her and placed the tissues over the wet spot. I looked down and could see her pussy wide open just inches away from my face, so I lowered my mouth and gave her clit a big, wet kiss, with tongue.
"Hey, whoa! What are... Oh, OH!" came from her and I knew this was a welcome action. With one hand still under her fanny, I placed the other hand on the inside of her thigh and started licking in earnest. The odor was strong, but as the saying goes, "once you get past the smell, you've got it licked!" And I licked. I licked up both labia and plunged my tongue deep into her hole. Her cream was well mixed with my own and tasted salty and tart. It was not sweet and delicious like chocolate mud pie, but on the other hand, there were a lot fewer calories.
I continued slurping at her with long strokes, covering both labia, the hole and flicking over the clitoris, then sucking on it.
Ann's hips started rocking, slow and smooth at first, but picking up speed.
While my tongue was busy, I slid my right hand up and down her thigh, then around the outside and up to her breast. I turned my other hand over so the palm was up and the thumb was at the opening of her cunt. My thumb slid into her smoothly to the first knuckle then slipped in and out as she rocked her hips. My tongue lapped on both sides of her pussy and as she jerked up my thumb slipped out of her and was replaced by my tongue which I plunged as deep into her as I could go. My thumb, meanwhile, was now right over her anus, which was lubricated from the juices that had run out of her pussy. I started moving my thumb in tight circles, not pressing in but gently rubbing .
