A continuation of Romantic Evening
7
It didn't bother Marie that her husband Henry had fallen asleep during the movie, it had been a wonderful evening and although she would have liked to cap it off making love to her husband, she knew they had all morning. She remembered their younger years when sex seemed such an urgency, almost as if it was done entirely out of need, rather than as an expression of love. Now as they grew older they could relax, come together when they both wanted to share something. She had drifted to sleep looking forward to the morning.
Henry was still asleep when she woke up so she slipped out of bed, headed into the bathroom and then went to the kitchen to start the coffee. When she returned to the bedroom she carried two cups of coffee, which she set down in the bathroom and then crawled back into bed. She looked over at her husband sleeping and pictured him naked. Sure he doesn't look like he did when they were in college, but she couldn't complain and he did know how to use his body to please her.
Carefully reaching over she pulled back the covers and sheet. He was on his back with a nice sized tent in his jockey shorts. She always loved how young and powerful his morning erections were, the best of the day she would always say. Slipping out of the bed, she quietly removed her gown and panties and climbed back into bed.
