The following is work of erotic fiction and is meant to be enjoyed by those eighteen and older.
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I stir slightly in bed, arms stretching as my mind returns from my deepest dreams to reality. I realize that I'm not waking up to my alarm like usual, and the slight shock wakes me up a bit faster. I look to my right where my wife should be, but she isn't in bed. I am almost always up before my wife and I grab my phone to see the time. It's half past seven and I'm normally up by five.
"Stupid alarm," I say to myself.
I toss my blanket to the side and realize I can smell fresh coffee. I normally make the coffee and I start to feel bad that I overslept. I don't even bother throwing a shirt on as I leave our bedroom in just my pajama pants.
I make my way to the kitchen and my wife is standing by the coffee maker in her silk robe. It hugs her curves so well and has my heart beating harder in my chest as I watch her pour a cup of coffee.
"I'm sorry I overslept, babe," I say.
"Oh, honey, that's okay. I know you've had late nights," she says sweetly, bringing a smile to my face.
"You're incredible," I tell her.
"I know," she says, flashing me a playful smile as she looks at me over her shoulder.
I return her playful smile and make my way to our kitchen island as she pours a second cup of coffee. She slides the two cups to the side and turns her body so she's looking right at me. From this close I can tell she's not wearing anything under there robe, and my heart starts pounding in my chest.
"I didn't just make coffee," my wife tells me as she slides the belt off her robe. "I prepared you breakfast," she says, her robe dropping to the floor to reveal her magnificent, naked body.
I feel myself stir in my pajama pants, but I know this morning is about showing my appreciation for her. She takes the couple steps so she is right next to me by the island, her index finger running down my chest.
"I hope you're hungry," she says, sitting herself on the kitchen island.
"Starving," I say as I move in front of her and down to my knees.
Her heels press gently into my back as my hands slide softly along her thighs. I place kisses along her inner thigh, moving ever closer to my delicious meal. My eyes travel to her magnificent pussy, a small strip of hair like an arrow guiding me to my purpose. I slide my tongue starting at the top of her well kept pubic hair, building her anticipation as I draw closer to her pussy.
Her hand finds my head but she doesn't push me further along, simply shows me who is in control. I slip my tongue to her clit, paying extra attention to it before continuing my tongue's journey down to her sweet entrance. I can tell she's already wet, the anticipation of this morning clearly arousing her.
