I sit in the chair at the bottom of our bed and watch her sleep. She is so peaceful. Only occasionally does she snore lightly when her allergies get bad, but not tonight. Tonight she is absolutely quiet and completely out. The kids wore her out today as they do on most days. Sometimes I think I have the easier job. It is an unseasonably warm night, so warm I can't sleep so here I sit in the chair at the bottom of our bed watching her sleep. Little light is in the room and it is hard for me to see anything at all. If I am going to sit here watching her I want to be able to actually see her so I move to the adjacent bathroom and flick on the light. Pulling the door closed I adjust the brightness of the room down to a barely perceptible glow.
It is just enough light to see her lying there. She has kicked off the covers and is lying on her left side, legs tucked up slightly one on top of the other. Her head is lying on her left arm. Her right arm is in front of her chest, her fingers curled into her palm tucked into the space between her breasts. She is wearing her short, white, sleeveless night gown. In this position it does little to cover her wonderful backside. With my eyes I trace the curves of her baby blue panties as they round her cheeks, pull tightly into the crease then disappear between her legs.
I decide I want to see a little better so I step over and push the bathroom door open just a bit more. The door is closer to the bottom of the bed. The increased light doesn't reach her face so I am not concerned about waking her. After my eyes adjust I can see the tiny dark blue flowers that decorate her night gown. I can see her soft brown hair that has fallen across her neck and forehead. I can see her chest raise and fall and she breathes, utterly unaware that she is being watched. As I silently ogle this woman that I love so much I begin to feel a familiar stirring. My right hand slides up from my thigh where it had been resting to my lap, resting on top of my cock. It moves, growing. Giving it a squeeze I begin to get lost in this sensation.
A rustling of the covers as my wife shifts her positions shocks me back to awareness. She has rolled more onto her back. Her right leg remains pulled up, the pad of her foot near the knee of her left leg which has straightened and kicked closer to the side of the bed. Her left arm no longer rests under her head, but has moved into the space near her breasts previously occupied by the other. Her palm is flat, fingers lying on the slope of her right breast; her finger tip very near to her nipple.
Though not overly large, her nipples are very prominent, pointing proudly from the front of her breast. Our kids are a little older now, but she still wears nursing pads pretty much all the time because they always seem to be hard and she doesn't typically like them to be a spectacle to the public. Even in the dim light I can see the one lifting the cloth covering it like a little teepee. Her hand moves, her index and middle fingers now splayed on either side of it as if to frame it for me.
The change in position has caused her night gown to be pulled up practically to the top of her panties. This leaves her mound facing me, her right leg pulled aside leaving her open to my gazes. Her right hand is lying at the top of her panties just below her belly button with her fingers relaxed, slightly curled. As I stare like a peeping tom at my wife's panty covered sex; my hand resumes its exploration of my cock. Almost fully erect, my fingers begin to pull lightly on it through my shorts.
