Gary woke up to the feeling of his cell phone vibrating on his belt. Even though he had set the alarm on his phone to do this, the jolting sensation disoriented him anyway. After a moment, he came to recognize his surroundings.
He shook his head and looked around. He guessed that he shouldn't be too surprised that he actually fell asleep in the recliner. Judging by the fact that the TV was off and the lights were turned out, he figured that Deanna had tried to wake him up, but ended up going to bed alone. He knew that he wanted to pretend to be asleep, but he could only vaguely remember Deanna telling him to go to bed.
Whenever he actually fell asleep, the net result was what he had hoped: his wife was upstairs and he was downstairs. Judging by the time, she would hopefully be sound asleep.
With some effort, he lowered the footrest of the recliner and walked unsteadily towards the staircase, feeling along the walls in the darkness.
After taking care not to trip on the cat who had a tendency to sleep on the stairs, he reached the bedroom. He saw a towel over the footboards and figured she probably had taken a bath before actually turning in. Knowing Deanna, he mused, that means she's probably sleeping in the nude.
The moonlight shone through the slats of the blinds on her sleeping form. She lay on her side, with her knees slightly bent. He smiled at the beauty of this sight.
He closed his eyes and remembered the conversation they had had three weeks earlier.
"I'm sorry, Gary, but I think we're in a rut." He kept hearing these words ever since she first spoke them.
At the time, he didn't understand. "Huh? What kind of a rut?"
"You know... The magic... The spark... It's just... Something's, well... I miss it."
He never did come up with a good rebuttal. At the time he scowled, but the sincerity in her eyes underscored the truth he hadn't yet realized.
After a few hours of thinking, he accepted the truth of her statement. "Is there anything I can do?" Even the sex had gotten somewhat formulaic.
"Well, surprise and seduce me in a way you've never done before. That's got to be a good start, don't you think?"
The sound of his sleeping wife letting out a low snort brought his thoughts back to the present. He knelt down low beside Deanna and whispered, "You've been waiting three weeks for me to surprise and seduce you. I think you'll like what I've figured out."
He quickly took off his clothes and slid into bed next to her. As he snuggled closer to her, he closed his eyes and remembered the guidance provided by the acupressure website he had found. It had taken him this long to commit to memory the exact locations of the erotic pressure points. Now was the time to test his newfound knowledge.
He leaned closer and listened to her breathing. He wondered how long she'd stay asleep. All he knew was that he didn't want her to wake up immediately. He listened closely to her breathing and every time she exhaled, he whispered the word "sleep" into her ear. If that website on subconscious stimuli was accurate, this ought to work for a short while, anyway.
He ran his hands down her sides, suppressing a slight chuckle as he tried to figure out whether the fact that he had correctly predicted her current nudity was a good thing or a bad thing. Things really had gotten predictable, hadn't they?
The first pressure point he wanted to try out was called the Bubbling Spring. He lightly ran his hand down her leg and grabbed her her foot. Readjusting his position against her, he lifted her foot slightly. He placed his index and middle finger softly on the spot about two-thirds of the distance from the heel to the ball of her foot.
Closing his eyes, he visualized the diagram on the web page. He had found the right spot, he knew he did. He listened for her breathing again and started to repeat the word "sleep" again. This time, though, when he told her to sleep, he also pressed firmly on the Bubbling Spring erotic pressure point on the bottom of her foot.
After doing this move about ten times, he could hear her breathing faster, even though she was definitely still asleep. He paused for a moment, wondering if he should repeat this process on the other foot. She had turned her head and he saw a slight smile start to form on her face in the moonlight.
He adjusted himself to reach her other foot and found the spot. Feeling more confident this time than he had with the first foot, he decided to try a different subliminal word this time. Thinking for a minute, he decided to synchronize her breathing and the erotic acupressure with the word "horny."
In relatively short time, he had followed the procedure ten more times. With the next application of pressure, she rolled off of her side and onto her back. He stopped immediately and lifted himself above her.
"Are you still asleep?"
He smiled broadly when she didn't answer. Before he moved on to the next pressure point, he figured he could check to see how aroused she was. He gently moved his hands up closer to her breasts, and, with a light touch, he started circling her nipples. They had started to tense up, even if they weren't fully erect. Not a bad start, he thought.
Keeping his left hand circling her nipple, he lowered his right hand to a spot between her legs. He could feel that her clit was somewhat engorged, but the real test was the moistness and warmth he could feel.
He smiled, wondering if he was really responsible for this, or if she was just having some really erotic dream. One way to find out, he thought.
The next acupressure point he wanted to try out was called the Heavenly Pillar. He awkwardly found the spots on either side of her head where her spine met with her skull. Lifting her head slightly, his fingers found the hollow spots in the bone. Considering the discomfort of his position compared to hers, he moved over and lay facing her, hovering slightly above her and keeping his legs outside of her own legs.
Apply the pressure and hold it, he told himself. He couldn't tell if her gasp for breath at this exact moment was a result of his touch, or if they just happened to happen at the same time. By the time he had let go, he noticed that, even in her unconscious state, she had spread her legs a little bit wider.
He paused for a minute at this conundrum: He was feeling aroused himself by this point, so it truly became a question of whether it was right for him to penetrate into her while she was still asleep, or if he should try to wake her up first.
Her words came rushing back into his mind: "surprise and seduce me." He was reasonably certain that he'd at least started to seduce her. And what better surprise than to wake up from a sound sleep to being just shy of an orgasm?
He flattened his pelvis against hers, and started to slide back and forth, keeping the shaft of his cock between her labia, but not actually penetrating. His motions brought the tip of his manhood into direct contact with her clit.
Once he found his "groove," he moved his hands back to the Heavenly Pillar pressure point and began to massage her once again. He found himself whispering the word "horny" quickly to coincide with her slow breathing.
As he was wondering how long it would be before she would wake up, she smacked her lips and moved her arms, scratching his chest. He moved his hands away from her head and stopped moving for a moment.
She shook her head and rubbed her eyes. "Gary?"
He smiled at her. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"
She let out a yawn that dissolved into a laugh. "You're sorry, my ass!"
He started to slide back and forth again. "Yeah, you're right."
"What're you doing?" She knew the answer to this question, but didn't know how he was going to respond.
"Nothing. Just trying to turn you on."
"That didn't take much, did it?"
"Why do you say that?"
