Author's Foreward: I wrote this a very, very long time ago. I'd never write something like this today and though certain parts of it (such as the use of present tense, first-person narrative) bother me, I decided against a rewrite. I liked it when I wrote it so that's how you get it...warts and all. My thanks go to Kynhalis for her time and skill to review and comment. She always does a great job. For this, I asked for a light edit so any remaining flaws are strictly my own. I hope you enjoy this: a quick one that isn't too filling...
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I'm awoken by the sound of the door being locked, and it takes all my strength to keep my eyes from springing open. A locked door on Sunday morning means one thing. For a while, we were choosing to be with each other. No interruptions from her mom or our three little ones. This means one thing. And I have had that one thing on my mind for days. My heart starts to beat faster.
The mattress shifts slightly and the sheets rustle gently as Allison slips into bed with me. I'm still on my side with my back to her and she spoons with me for a few moments. I feel her breath on my neck. I begin to contemplate turning to face her when she kisses my shoulder and quickly reaches around me and starts to rub my cock through my underpants.
"I know you're awake." I can hear a smile in her voice. She leans closer and whispers directly into my ear, "You'd better stop pretending and pay me some attention or I'm not going to suck you off."
My eyes spring open and I turn to look at her. What did I just hear? Who is this woman in my bed? She looks like my wife (in that cute, pink cami), but she sure as hell doesn't sound like her.
"Morning, Allis..."
She cuts me off with a warm, deep kiss and rolls on top of me, straddling me. My hands start to move over her body by reflex and I trace my fingertips down her sides trying to transfer a tickling sensation to her skin through the soft cotton of her cami. I pause at her hips and enjoy the softness of her body. I purposefully and firmly slide my hands around her curvy ass, loving the new firmness the gym has given her there. I stop teasing her (and myself) and continue my hands on their journey by moving them ever-so-slowly up her back, pausing only to ensure they slip under the cami and contact her warm skin. At the same time, she shifts her hips to grind her clit into my already stiff cock. A soft moan escapes both our lips simultaneously.
She breaks off the kiss and pulls back, pushing herself up on her hands. Looking me straight in the eye with a serious, but somewhat mischievous look on her face, she seems to be daring me to do something. I don't know whether I'm imagining this or not, so I start to dismiss the idea that just popped into my head, but then think better of it. I don't know how it will be taken, but I decide to chance my idea seeing how she's staring at me.
I slip my right hand out from under her cami, walk my fingers up her side and over her slightly heaving breast (oh, the lovely heaving!), and place my fingertip gently to her lips.
"Kiss it."
She does.
"Again."
