I was still in the arms of the strange, exciting women that I had been making love to on the couch, her blonde hair spread on the cushion, her pretty face looking up at me with an intense expression as I slowly and methodically pumped my cock in and out of her. As I gazed into her eyes, I heard a sound, and felt myself pulling away. She smiled at me as her face faded into oblivion. It was an alarm clock. My eyes opened, and I saw the ceiling of our bedroom, and heard the clock belting out it’s annoying sound.
“Damn, only a dream.” I said aloud.
I looked down, and saw that my cock was fully erect, the blanket over the top of it, sticking straight up. I smiled as I remembered all of those old, corny, “pitching a tent” jokes that I had heard as a kid. I looked over at my wife, who was beginning to stir. I realized that I didn’t have to work today, it being Saturday, and felt a wave of relief. She had to go in today, though, so I reached over and gently touched her shoulder. She wasn’t facing me, and I heard her hit the “snooze” button on the clock, silencing it.
“You have to get up, sweetie, it’s time to get ready.”
“Oh, I know. Just a few more minutes.” She said in her half asleep, morning voice.
I rolled my head over, closing my eyes, longing to be back with the blonde in my dream. Suddenly, I heard a movement under the covers. I felt my wife’s hand touch my thigh, her fingers caressing my skin. I felt the shivers run up my spine. She had turned her head toward me, and had noticed my state of arousal. Her hand moved up, and slid around my hard shaft, wrapping her fingers around it.
“Mmm, what has you so worked up this morning? Dreaming again?” She said in a low voice.
Her hand began pumping up and down slowly, my cock hardening even more.
“Umm yes,” I moaned, I can’t help it!” I moaned.
She then slid her head under the blanket, moving down toward my crotch. I looked down and watched as she moved directly over my cock, the blanket concealing her. I then felt it, an almost imperceptible touch, a gentle licking on the very end of it. Then, more deliberate licks all over the head, the soft tongue massaging it gently. I closed my eyes, and groaned.
“This is almost too good to be true.” I thought.
I heard her moan softly, then felt her soft, warm mouth slide over the head of my cock. Then, she began to suck, gently at first, the gradually harder. Her hand was still wrapped around the base of my shaft, and she had begun a slow pumping. I felt her other hand move up and cup my balls, gently massaging them. I looked straight up at the ceiling, my mind whirling with thoughts of total lust, my hips moving up and down slowly, meeting her rhythm, lost in the pleasure of this moment.