The Alarm Clock -- Third Time's the Charm
Copyright (c) 2020 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved.
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The following is a work of fiction and as such all characters mentioned herein are fictional and any resemblance to any persons living, dead or fictional is coincidental. All characters mentioned herein that participate in sexual activities are adults (18 years of age or older).
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I was still a little groggy from the wine we had with dinner and then after dinner so I didn't identify the sound right away. Finally, my brain recognized it as an alarm clock, but where was it?
I got up and stumbled across the hotel room to the nightstand on the other side of the bed.
There it was. Now where is the shut off? It is dark as fuck in here and I have no idea how to turn this devilish machine off.
I turn on the light and pick up the infernal device and start punching buttons. Third time's the charm. It shut the fuck up. I finally looked at it and swore profusely. Who the fuck leaves a goddamn hotel alarm clock set for 5:21am?
Now, being in a hotel isn't usually a big deal, but with the current pandemic going on, we hadn't been anywhere in months. My former co-worker Bob had called up and said they were having a few friends over to burn some burgers on Saturday and invited us up. He promised that everybody that was coming had been locked down since March just like us. Since it was a five hour drive, we got a hotel for the night before and the night after and it felt like we were being so naughty.
I finally put the alarm clock down and looked over at my sleeping wife. 'My god,' I thought, 'she could sleep though a riot, a fire bombing, the zombie apocalypse, World War III, the end of the world or any number of other calamities.' I was insanely jealous.
And I was also insanely horny. My pecker was standing straight out as I looked at my beautiful wife. She had put that silky blue night gown on that hugged her in all the right places. During the night, she had thrown off the covers and one of her perfect boobs had popped out for me to stare at.
I was absent mindedly stroking myself as my gaze wandered down to where her legs were bent. The top leg was out at a forty five degree angle and the nightgown had ridden up giving me a perfect view of her womanhood peeking out.
I looked down and one of those voices in my head called out, "Why are you stroking yourself? There's pussy between those legs. Go get it."
It sounded like a good idea at the time. So I leaned in and grabbed her legs and pulled her perpendicular to the side of the bed as I rolled her onto her back. She stirred a little but didn't wake up. First Mission accomplished!
I spread her knees and knelt down on the floor and buried my face in her secret garden. She moaned and her hand idly slapped the top of my head and then buried her fingers in my hair. Accepting that as encouragement, I slid my tongue down and began to lap her juices from the source. Another moan and her hips rose up.
Sliding my thumb into her love canal I moved my tongue north to that little pleasure bump at the top of her valley. The fingers began to massage my head. As I tongue lashed her little man in the boat, I pulled my thumb out and spread her love around on the little rosebud south of the border. Her fingers froze for a moment and then began to push on my head. A good sign.
I took a moment to reach out to the nightstand where we had set out some lube and some toys before we passed out. Grabbing the lube, I slimed up my thumb and pressed it back into her rosebud. Without much effort, I was able to slide my thumb nearly in to the third joint. The only response was a low purring moan.
Working her butt with my thumb and her clit with my tongue, she started to rock her hips purring the whole time.
After a couple of minutes of this, I could feel her climbing the mountain as her anal muscles started clenching on my thumb to the rhythm of her hips. Grinning, I slathered some lube on my erection and stood up. If there is one thing I like about hotel beds, it's that they are a little bit higher than our bed at home, which leaves them at the perfect height for fucking.
I slid my darling closer to the edge of the bed and put her legs up onto my shoulders. This rubbed the tip of my cock on her pussy and the purring turned into a full blown groan.