How I Love My Sleeping Wife

I knew she was exhausted and almost certainly not up for sex, so it surprised me when she came to bed naked, an almost certain sign that I was going to get lucky. She crawled into bed and lay on her side, back to me, pulling my hand to her naked left breast.

"I LIKE it when you come to bed naked," I purred hopefully, nestling close and feeling the blood start to fill my dick.

"Oh, honey, I know you want me, but I was just too tired to put on a nighty."

"I know, you work much too hard, dear."

I curled around her, which really does give her great comfort, and thanked my lucky stars that I had found her.

But she was right, I was horny, and my body couldn't help but react to her nakedness, to the warm, soft bosom that more than filled my left hand. Cupping the softness of her pendulous C cup breast, I resisted the urge to tweak her nipple, anticipating that it would be mine, but later, just a little later.

My prick became engorged, though, and nestled into her tush; it began to twitch, much as I knew that even a quickie was not on the menu tonight.

Tired as she was, she had not fallen asleep in the 60 seconds it had taken for me to react to her.

"Should we put that somewhere where it's warm and safe?" she murmured.

"Mmmmm" I responded as she lifted her left leg and helped guide my still swelling member into her love canal.

"God, you feel so good," she whispered, involuntarily twitching around my thickening staff three or four times, each twitch eliciting a corresponding twitch in my dick. "Just hold still and let me fall asleep, okay?'

"Absolutely," I promised. "I love you more than a lot." I really don't think she registered either response, since the usual, "I love you, too," went unspoken.

That said, she transitioned almost immediately straight into phase II sleep - she was out, her breathing regular and her body totally relaxed. She truly was exhausted.

But I was more than wide awake. There I was, with my prick fully engorged and lodged deep within her pussy, my left hand filled with her amazing boob, and my naked body pressed close against her naked body.

I pictured my dick, so hard and so deep inside her, and I could not help but twitch, even though I'd promised to let her go to sleep. If my twitching dick should wake her up/keep her from falling asleep, she might tell me to roll over, so this was mission critical - control those twitches!

But there was no objection to my spasm. Instead, she shifted her position in the bed, drawing her knees up and letting out a slight moan. Most excellent, I thought, trying but failing to stop another twitch. In this position, her pussy was fully open to me. In time (still too early) I'd be able to slide oh, so deeply into her, then feel the air around my wet dick as I withdrew, giving her a long, slow, comfortable screw, one sided though it might be. This was not our first time doing this dance.

The realization of what I could now do produced yet another spasm, this one bringing me very close to the point of no return, my balls tightening and my sperm totally on call for action. I sucked in my breath and slowly regained control. I was so close. The real thrill, though, was letting the dance to continue, living on the edge for as long as possible.

Oh, she felt SO good, but making it last was so much better! With luck and skill, this exquisite torture could last for hours!

She was totally still now, and I counted her breaths, assuring myself that they were slow and regular. Sixty breaths would be five minutes of deep sleep, putting her well out of reach of being easily awakened. Focusing on that kept me from losing it. After all, my dick was buried deep in her pussy, I was one spasm away from draining my balls, my hand was full of naked breast flesh, and the sensuality of the situation kept praying on my mind, keeping me right on the precipice.

She lay totally still now, and while the breath count approached 60, I relished the situation. By 50 slow even breaths, though, I risked a break in the waiting game. Ever so slowly, I started to massage her glorious left boob. I let my mind focus on its softness and the sensuality of the situation, but I kept my ministrations gentle, at least for a while, so as not to wake her, since that would likely end with my having to roll away from her. She really did need her sleep, and I loved her enough to acknowledge and respect that fact.

When my count finally reached 60, I finally felt it safe to grow bolder. While I continued to gently massage her bosom, I also thrust my hips forward now, but gently and slowly, pushing my rock hark hard dick into her pussy deeper, ever deeper, until there was no place further to go.

Surprisingly, although I was sure she was dead asleep, this thrust was met by an answering contraction at the base of my cock ... followed by a second, and then a third! The last contraction was accompanied by an oh, so sensuous moan. God, I was so close, it would feel so good ... but not so good as waiting! I wanted to enjoy her long into the night.

After her low moan, her breathing very quickly settled back into a steady rhythm, and after counting out another 12 breaths, I began an ever so gentle in and out motion with my prick - shallow at first, then more and more distance on each stroke.

On the in thrust, I was soooo deep. I pictured my hard dick inside her, surrounded by her tight pussy walls, passing her cervix, which I imagined I could feel with the head of my dick as a slight bump in her sacred passageway.

I wondered whether she had reached a dream state, and if so, what she might be dreaming, with my long, thick prick filling her tight cunt. Her love canal was certainly slick, so her body was reacting, consciously or not, to my actions. In fact, I realized that I could new HEAR the moist slurp of my dick as it moved slowly in and out of her pussy. Was she dreaming about a hot cock stretching out the walls of her sweet, wet, cunny and warm hand titillating her swelling bosom and crinkled up nipple?

I considered whether I should try to let myself go to sleep while still inside her, then resume my loving when I woke. I thought back to a week ago, when I'd been nearly as tired as my wife - but still horny ...

On that night, she came to bed in her nighty, but it had been a few days, so when we assumed our usual spooning position (she loves me close and enveloping, sex or not), feeling her warm and soft next to me led to my dick pressing into her back side at full attention, giving off an occasional twitch.

When she said nothing and showed no reaction (though I knew she was not sleeping), I pressed the point by asking, "How would you like to lift your nighty for me?" This was our code for either a) mutual spooning sex (shorter and less demanding of her then when she's wide awake) or b) sleep sex - me coming (or cumming, if you will) inside her.

"I'm sorry, honey, but I really won't be much good to you," by which she meant mutual spooning sex was out. She always felt badly about limiting me to sleep sex, which would deprive me of feeling her react to my lovemaking, feeling that this would be a real disappointment to me. In other words, take a pass on any sex tonight and maybe there would be good "real sex" another day.

But another day often turned into several other days, so I've always figured that a bird in the hand ... or a prick in the bush ... was the best plan.

"That's alright, dear, I know you're tired. But it would feel good to come inside you."

"If you really want, you're welcome to. Just let me go to sleep, please." And with that she pulled her nighty over her hip, lifted her leg, and guided me into her. I then reached under her nighty and found her left breast. I shifted around a little to get everything lined up and comfortable, and she then said, "You've just got to hold still, love."

"All set," I replied, giving her a kiss on her left arm. "I love you more than a lot."

"Love you, too."

Then, for maybe four or five minutes, I had waited, motionless, with my dick hard as steel, relishing the tight feeling of being surrounded by my wife's lovely vagina. Also motionless was my left hand, almost twitching in anticipation of being able to begin my gentle breast massage, to begin to feel her nipple engorge.

Finally, it seemed safe to start a very slow and small pistoning of my prick along with an oh, so gentle squeeze of breast flesh. That does feel divine, I was thinking once I'd begun. I risked withdrawing my dick about two inches before the exquisite return to plumb her greatest depths.

But then, she stirred a little, her pussy contracted twice around the base of my cock, and she whispered, "Please don't move, honey, I've GOT to sleep and you're driving me crazy."

"Sorry, dear, I promise not to move."

"Alright, then. You know I do love the way you feel." With that she gave a little sigh, pushed herself deeper onto my cock, twitched one more time, and clutched my hand tighter to her right breast. Within seconds, she slipped back into regular breathing. I still marvel at how easily she can fall asleep.

But I'd been given my warning, and holding still with her boob in my hand and my dick buried in her love canal was not exactly torture. Or at least not unpleasant torture!

I kept my promise, and while the situation was exciting, remaining motionless eventually dulls the senses. My thoughts fragmented and I drifted off to sleep.

There was no way to know how long I slept (I certainly wasn't going to stir enough to see the bedside alarm clock), but I woke slowly enough that I did not stretch or move any of my limbs.

Time for a proprioceptor check. Where was my left hand? Still attached to the arm that was stretched over my wife's warm body, my palm still filled with her glorious left breast.

Where were my legs? Still curled up behind my wife's.

Now, the most important question - where was my dick? Hard to tell (well, actually, it was too soft to tell). Could I still be inside her?

Before going further, what was my wife's situation? Totally regular breathing, and in fact she was snoring lightly. Perfect - she's in a deeper sleep, and I have an early warning system - if the snoring stops, her sleep state is moving toward waking.

With that, I allowed my prick to start swelling with blood. This may be another advantage of having a foreskin - while the head of my dick had likely slipped outside my wife's body, my guess was that the very end of the foreskin had been trapped by the external gates of her love canal.

Let's see what happens. First, as my prick began to harden, it did feel like there was resistance to moving forward; the end of my dick must still be outside her body. Just a gentle push, though, and I felt the helmet of my penis succeed in stretching and then passing through that outer barrier.

This was an intense and exquisite feeling. Rather than having to be hard to achieve penetration, I was starting from a state of complete softness while expanding into her warm, tight vagina.

Feeling my dick expand and get hard is its own reward, but now that I was inside, the sensations were multiplied, as nerve signals both on the inside and the outside of my penis were feeding into the pleasure centers of my brain.

As my dick lengthened and thickened, it had to fight its way up into the depths of my wife's pussy. The walls of her vagina relented, but I could feel the pressures around my penis in a totally different way than when I start stiff and just push in. I pictured the progress in my mind as the blood pressure in my dick forced open a passage - two inches, then four, then six, then my full seven, pushing those tight walls out along the way. That experience got me very high very fast.

Now at full extension, I pushed my hips forward until my pubic bone came as close to her coccyx as possible, my dick striving to reach as high as her belly button. Oh, this orgasm won't take long!

Holding that position of ultimate penetration, I then very gently moved my hand to find my wife's nipple with my fingers. Just two slow squeezes of that precious nub and I had it fully stiff. Still snoring? Yes, we're good.

Holding onto that wonderful nipple, I withdrew my rod, slowly, slowly, not more than an inch, then slowly back while flattening my wife's rear with the force of my forward hip thrust. Then, back out, maybe two inches, then hold there.

Okay, this is it, it's time and I'm very ready. Using two fingers to hold the nipple, I barely rubbed the tip with a third finger while I pushed by rod back in as far as it would go. Oh, yes, this was going to be mammoth! My balls released their pent up supply of sperm, my prostate added a few ounces of fluid, and the contractions began.

Without waking my wife, I experienced one of the most intense orgasms of my life. The secret nature of the act, the process of reinflating my penis inside her clinging walls, and the automatic response to the nipple manipulation produced and incredible high.

My whole body went rigid as I tried not to move any part of me, other than my spasming prick - having my wife wake right now would spoil it, at least to a degree. Wave after wave of contractions flowed down my penis, depositing a huge load of cum far, far up inside her. It was amazing.

Coming down just a little, I remembered to check her breathing - yes still slow and regular, still snoring.

When the sensations of the orgasm had fully run their course, I relaxed the muscles in the rest of my body and snuggled back in, resuming my customary grip on the fullness of her left tit. "I love you so much," I whispered to her deaf ears.

The next time I woke, I really had to shift my position - other parts of me were getting stiff. I reluctantly released her breast, then rolled away, feeling my soggy, limp penis slide away from her sopping hole, the foreskin finally tearing away from the grip of her cunt opening.

While I rolled to my left side, my wife also rolled over. As she spooned me, putting her hand on my hip, she slurred an "I love you" into my ear.

I'm certain that she had no awareness of my orgasm other than finding the fluids in her groin the next morning. I like to think that she smiled, knowing that I had come inside her, even though she had not been able to give me "a real loving." ...

Remembering the intensity of last week's orgasm, I gave it a try. Hold still ... count sheep ... think about taxes ... Nah, this isn't going to happen! I was just too jacked up to let sleep take over!

Her breathing was still regular, so I risked a squeeze of her precious bosom. God, did it feel good! So soft, yet heavy and large. I love the way I can feel it deform with pressure, oozing out between thumb and fingers. She lay still, so I grew bolder, slowly shifting my grip more toward her side, since I knew her nipple, still soft, must be in my palm. Where IS that wondrous nipple?

Ah, there it is! I had found it with my index finger, and with just the slightest of rubs, I could feel it begin to stiffen. To my surprise, this minor touch of her nipple caused my wife to moan softly and her pussy muscles contracted THREE TIMES around the base of my engorged shaft! Not yet, not yet, oh please, not yet! I could not stop my prick for twitching in response, but with some slow deep breaths, I backed away from the precipice.

I waited maybe a minute for her breathing to steady again, then shifted my thumb into position so that I could begin pinching her nipple. The level of my sexual tension was intense, as I began to give it some serious attention. When I focused my mind on the sensations from my fingertips, it was like the rest of the world had melted away - well, except for the tension down below.

As her wondrous nipple responded to my touch, despite her sleep state, I imagined how the nipple would look, how it would taste. The brown, stiffening nubbin grew ever longer with my manipulations, even as I imagined my dick delving ever deeper in her love canal. I worked my tool slowly and methodically in, to the fullest extent possible, then back out of her now sopping cunt.

I rolled the nipple between my fingers, savoring the roughness, then gently squeezed and pulled on it as it grew ever longer and stiffer. Amazing! Without even being conscious, her body had responded to my hard dick in her pussy and to the warm, loving hand tweaking her sensitive nipple!

Aside from my imagination and the sense of touch, the sensation of sound now came into play. On each stroke of my love piston, I could now distinctly hear gurgling sounds coming from her pussy! Knowing that, despite her sleep state, her body was responding to my tender actions brought the blood pressure in my dick up another notch. If I thought too much about those slurping sounds, I would have gone over the top, so I tried to distract myself. Might she be dreaming about having sex?

I kept up the slow, steady in and out rhythm with my cock, pausing only on occasion to let a series of spasms pass, fighting for control on more than one occasion, but always being careful not to let the magnificence of this experience end. I knew that she felt that she was disappointing me by not having the energy to stay awake and love me back - but this was SO good!

I fantasized that one night, she would feign sleep while I loved her this way, ever so gently and ever so slowly for hour after hour. When she's awake, she also likes to stay with me on the edge - reveling in being high, but waiting, waiting, until the time is right for our mutual release.

What if she is lying there right now, wide awake, but breathing regularly, pretending to be asleep as she felt her nipples engorge and extend in response to my tough, feeling the emptiness of her sopping pussy as my cock slowly works all the way out, leaving her pussy momentarily empty - then pushed ever so slowly all the way back in until she can almost feel it in her belly button?

And when I pause to twitch? She would want to respond with her whole body - but then the magic would be over for both of us all too quickly. So she controls her aching cunt, not reacting to the yearning within her. How long could I go on? How long could she pretend to be asleep while her aching tits and cunt begged for rougher and more violent release?

Where should I focus my mind? On the glorious slurping of her pussy? Or on the stiffness of her left nipple? While there was no denying how great her vagina felt, I had been obsessed with boobs and nipples long before I'd broken and entered, so I focused on the sensation coming from my fingertips. With thumb and index finger, I gave her left nipple another twist, reveling in its harness.

Then, planting my thick cock as deep as I could in her cunny and leaving it planted there, I proceeded with the next phase of my fantasy - tweaking both nipples at once!

Never losing contact between left nipple, thumb, middle and index fingers, I shifted my ring and pinky fingers outward and downward, toward the mattress. First, they traced the lower edges of her left tit. I paused to savor the softness, to give it a little squeeze, before reaching off into space, in search of her right tit.

With another stretch of the fingers, I was rewarded by encountering the soft underside of her right breast as it lay against the bedsheets, rising from her chest wall. As I stroked the magnificent curve of the underside of her right tit, my cock twitched in anticipation, requiring a pause to regain control. But, oh, my god, was my dick ever stiff, deep, and ready!

Ever so slowly, I worked my fingers over that soft breast flesh, searching, searching ... and the finally locating her wondrous right nipple! Perhaps her body had reacted to her over-stuffed pussy, or perhaps there had been a reaction to the diddling I had done to her left nipple. Or might she be awake, secretly savoring this slow, tantalizing love-making? Whatever the reason, I found the right nip to be already elongated, though perhaps not fully at attention.