The first sounding of prayers started around 5am each morning, though today, my reaction was different. As the sounds awakened me, I felt a stirring in my already growing cock, responding in a direct way to what many consider holy words. Words were paradise is promised, and modesty enforced, sex being something that only the married should enjoy. Where marriage is associated with a sense of power provided though god to enjoy one's natural rights. Rights centered on a cock growing larger as the prayers continued. Enjoying the promise of taking what it wanted, a strangely desirable state. Getting hard as purpose, combining sex and power into a single goal.
My wife was laying next to me in the hotel room, half covered by the blanket on yet another unseasonably warm October morning in Istanbul, wearing a thin cotton t-shirt and pajama bottoms. A poking nipple was visible under the t-shirt as she lay on her side, one breast hanging, the other on the bed. She moved to put the pillow over her turned head as the words continued, and as the blankets shifted, my hand began to go towards my aroused cock.
A scent was filling the room, part of the reason causing my breathing to change, trying to gather it in. A scent that infallibly turns me on, though when it is already this intensely entrancing, it meant that she was at the very peak of her cycle. Reaching the peak that marriage is arranged for, a peak that overwhelms any rational thought, as bodies respond to each other in a way that has existed since the beginning of time. Now, though, the prayers added to the idea of using a woman to enter paradise, hand touching the base of my erect shaft, bringing it straight in the dim light.
The desire to simply take her grew. Rolling on my side, getting closer, the unknown words continued to provide inspiration in a direct fashion. Looking at the body of my wife, knowing that her pussy would be sopping wet, as always when at her most fertile. Living with a woman over years teaches an observant man how her body works, even if her mind remains mysterious.
It was a surprise to feel her stir, and a more welcome surprise when her hand brushed over my cock several times before settling on it, circled fingers gripping along the length. She began to tighten and loosen her grasp, freeing my right hand to run along her back. Going under the blanket, my fingers slid over her ass, easily going underneath the pajama bottoms to feel her soft skin.
Followed by pulling them down, thumb under the loose waistband, being helped when she her moved her hip up, a clear sign of acquiescence to continue to undress her. Her motion along my cock, lightly pulling it towards her each time her grip tightened, went considerably beyond acquiescence. Providing simple confirmation of desiring an available cock to fill her turned on pussy.
