It was still dark when I woke up. My joints were cracking a bit as I stretched out in the bed under the blanket. I recalled watching Die Hard last night and drinking a toast to Bruce Willis. And of course to myself, since my birthday came the next day.
The silence and the peace that morning felt unusual. There was no need to hurry anywhere, to huddle breakfast to anyone, and even the neighbor wasn't hammering as usual on Saturdays. Our kids were with their grandparents, we had done the shopping online, and now we had the whole morning just for ourselves! Maybe we would even order Chinese, which we sometimes did at times like this.
My slow awakening was interrupted by a pleasantly warm, soft hand. My wife, Laura reached into my pajamas and grabbed my morning erection. She had always loved to play with it, she had been amused by this kind of function of the male body. Even now she began to fondle it loosely, pulling the skin up and down on the end of my cock.
"Good morning, darling," she moaned to my ear. "Did you sleep well?"
"Oh, yeah...," I moaned lustfully, with my eyes still closed. "I haven't slept this well for such a long time..."
To be honest, I could actually have said anything, Laura didn't really pay attention to my exact words: she leaned under the blanket, pushed my pajama pants off my groin, and blew a kiss to the end of my dick.
"Oh, how nice!" I declared. "Will there be more?"
"Maybe..." and she already slipped my bulb between her lips, then began to suck on it gently.
It may come as a surprise, but during the ten years of our marriage, we had relatively little time and energy for morning sex. We had just had to rush to work and deal with things every day, and after the children had been born, we became completely overwhelmed for the weekends. That's why I considered it a rare treasure to be able to cuddle like this - with some mixed metaphor, I was happy like a monkey with a peanut machine.