Author's note: There is not much story here; just sex. Don't expect any character arcs or plot development.
I have purposefully left out physical details for two reasons. One, so that you can place yourself into the story, and "my wife" can be whatever female person you're crushing on this week. Or, maybe even your wife. Two, because I couldn't figure out how to include that stuff without it being clunky and awkward, so I gave up.
Lastly, this story involves bisexual themes, specifically some crazy guy-on-guy action. If that's not for you, my feelings won't be hurt in the least by you clicking away. That being said, I'd be willing to bet that somewhere in a dusty, old box in the back of your mind, behind the football and the four-barrel carburetors and the strip clubs, is a you that would dig this fantasy. I hope that guy enjoys!
I'm not sure which woke me up first; the noise, or the feeling. Neither was unpleasant, really, so I wasn't startled awake, but they were insistent enough to draw me from whatever reverie my subconscious had been entertaining. Something about my neighbor's lawnmower? Whatever, I'd forgotten it already. I suppose it was a nice noise.
Letting out something between a grunt and a moan, my body fighting to stay asleep, I clawed my way to consciousness. As they sang in that old coffee commercial, "The worst part of waking up is having to wake up," or something like that. I just couldn't focus on anything, like my senses were all sensing through Jell-O. It finally occurred to me that this wasn't the usual sleepy fog I had to wade through in the mornings; something was distracting me. (What on earth was that noise?) Slowly I came to, my face buried in my pillow and my mind dragging its metaphorical feet. Whatever I was feeling, it was good. Nice, smooth, very pleasant. A little wet, maybe? Sort of like when my wife goes down on me, but it was weird, different, and my cock was pressed to the bed beneath me. It was like somebody was licking my HOLY FUCK. My cock started pressing down harder into the bed, and my shut eyes squeezed shut even harder in a moan of sudden pleasure, no grunt this time. Yup, that's what it was. My asshole was being licked in little, heavenly circles. Fuuuuuck.
My wife was normally a very vanilla, tab-a-slot-b sex kind of girl, so whatever was going on in her mind right then, I wasn't about to argue. I pushed my butt into the air, feeling her tongue dip slightly into me before readjusting to my new position. I shuddered at the unexpected and wonderful intrusion. Pushing further, I slid my chest on the bed down to meet my knees, still keeping my eyes closed, as though if I opened them I would find myself alone in my bed with my butt stuck up in the air. Or my wife would find me alone in my bed with my butt stuck up in the air, that would be embarrassing. What could that noise be? It was making it hard to think.