Amy's eyes popped open as she suddenly jerked awake. "Wow," she thought, "that was some dream." She couldn't quite remember what had happened, but it was hot, and now she was unbelievably turned on. She turned to the warm lump beside her, and poked it, hoping her husband James was up for a little late-night loving to release the tension. No response. She poked again, a little harder this time. James rolled over and grunted a little. "Alright," she said to herself, "guess it's up to me now."
Amy slid her right hand down her stomach and between her thighs. She was already hot and bothered, and knew it wouldn't take much to send her over the edge. Her fingers crept down between her legs and gently touched her clit, which was already engorged and sensitive. She stroked slowly and gently, her left hand moving to caress her nipples. Next to her, she felt James roll over again, but she completely ignored him, concentrating on herself. Softly pinching her nipples, her right hand sped up its stroking, pressing harder and faster. She dipped her middle finger into her opening, moaning softly at the sensation.
As she was lost in her reverie, she became aware of a third hand caressing her breasts, and something hard pressing against her thigh. Surprised, she opened her eyes and stopped. "Oh no, baby, don't stop," James whispered in her ear. "I wanna watch you make yourself cum." Smiling slightly, she stared into his eyes and began stroking herself again, this time using her left hand to rub his hard cock. As close as she was, having her husband watch just drove her further, and she moaned and panted as she stroked herself faster, harder, dipping her fingers into her slit and pulling them out to once again rub her hard little nub.