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.