John woke slowly in the thick black night, yawning quietly and wondering why he was up so early again. For almost a full week now he had been waking hours before the alarm was poised to pull him out of sleep. Waking up in the middle of the night like this was bothersome, but it wasn't the only problem he had, far from it in fact. For some unknown reason, John had been waking up with an erection so hard it almost hurt, every damned night!
Frustrated, in many more ways than he would like, John sighed and reached between his legs, spreading them slightly to cup his swollen balls and pull them up and free. It felt good. No, it felt really good, just as it had the past couple of nights. John had realized after the first two sleepless episodes that his erections were not the kind that just softened and relented on their own. These hard-ons were the kind the commercials for those pills warn you about, except for one little problem; John wasn't taking any pills.
The first two nights he had lain there, thinking about work and ball games, getting his car to the shop for a check - anything to distract from the aching in his groin. And it had worked eventually, but not before the remaining hours of sleep were lost, leaving him tired, still turned on, and not having the time to deal with either. So on the third day, he took matters in his own hands, or more to the point, hand, and masturbated.
John was not alone in bed, which made this feel desperately exciting and yet weird to him. His wife of five years was sleeping right beside him, breathing softly as he carefully pushed the comforter down and to the side exposing his pulsing cock to the cool night air. Luckily for him, Kim was a deep sleeper, so John did not have to worry much about waking her as he rubbed the underside of his steely hard-on with his fingertips. He pushed his left thumb between his belly and his cock and wrapped the fingers of his right hand around the shaft, squeezing firmly and began to stroke slowly, pulling the skin up and down across the throbbing veins.
He wished he could just wake Kim up and sink his thick, throbbing length inside her beautiful pussy, but he was not a selfish man, and although he wanted to make love to her desperately, he could not bring himself to wake her up.
Closing his eyes, John went through the new routine, stroking himself slowly and firmly. He stopped now and then to tug at the swollen purple tip, which made him gasp softly and raise his hips as his painfully hard prick pulsed uncontrollably. Reaching over the side of the bed, John felt for his discarded t-shirt and brought it up beside him. Putting the shirt down, he reached down to cup his heavy balls in his hand again, squeezing them as his other hand began to tug more quickly. Feeling his balls pulling up tightly, John knew it would not be long before sweet relief would come. He glanced toward Kim in the darkness, seeing that she was in her normal position on her side and facing away from him. He could still hear her soft even breaths in a deep, peaceful slumber, and John knew that there was no chance that his jerking his twitching cock was going to wake her.
John began to stroke himself faster, thinking about Kim's lovely, taut body. She was very small, just barely past five feet tall and 110 pounds. Her breasts were also very small and firm, with little eraser-sized pink nipples that always seemed to be hard. He loved to suck nearly her entire tit into his mouth, pressing her nipples into the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue and rolling it around. It drove her crazy when he did that, and it never failed to bring his cock to attention too.
John stroked faster, feeling his balls tighten even more, forcing a few droplets of precum to well up to the purple, mushroom-shaped head and ooze out. Imagining her on her stomach, his mind's eye drifted down Kim's back to her perfect heart-shaped ass. There was nothing John did not love about her body, but her ass more than anything else could make him shiver with excitement.
Thinking about her on her stomach, he jerked his cock frantically, imaging pushing her cheeks up and apart parting her damp pussy lips and exposing her little wrinkled asshole. It was all John could take; gripping the shaft firmly, John pulled the skin downward and tugged at the mushroom tip quickly. Gasping a little too loudly, his cock jerked wildly and exploded, sending several long, thick ropes of cum up his stomach to his chest.
Catching his gasping breaths between his clenched lips, John's entire body shook softly with each semen-spraying convulsion until he was finally spent, still gripping his slightly softened prick tightly and trying to get his desperate, gasping breaths under control. Beside him, Kim continued breathing softly as he wiped the hot, sticky cum off his stomach, chest, and finally his cock before wadding up the t-shirt and dropping it next to the bed on the floor.
'What the fuck is wrong with me?' he thought. At least he knew he would get some sleep now that he had dealt with his needs, and slowly he drifted off.
The next day was a long one, with tons of work to get done and not as much sleep, John was dragging a little. It did not help matters that he couldn't get his mind off of his nocturnal problem, and he found himself thinking a lot about that and not much else.
Kim was as horny as he was and they enjoyed a very healthy sex life, so the unexplained and nearly unbearable wakeups just didn't add up. With all of his thinking focused around sex, John found himself stirring a lot more than usual at work that day. He was paying a lot more attention to his female co-workers too.
There was Carol the receptionist, her enormous tits wrapped snugly in the small form-fitting blouse. Tall, lithe Deanna, who he thought was a lesbian, with her boyish hips, and tiny little bumps for breasts. And of course Barb who worked upstairs. She was like an older version of Kim, with smallish breasts, a tiny waist, and an incredible ass framed by wide, curved hips that swayed like a pendulum when she walked. Oh how he loved watching her ass jiggle slightly as she walked through the hallways.
"Knock it off already," John muttered to no one in particular.
His cock was once again stirring in his pants and he had two more hours to quitting time. Tonight, he thought, I'm going to seduce my wife and give her the fucking of both our lives. He smiled to himself and rubbed his semi-hard dick through his slacks.
"I'll just wear you out before bed tonight," he thought, "then we can both get some rest!"
His cock jumped a little and then the pulsing subsided, seemingly satisfied with his newly hatched plan.
On the way home, John stopped at the grocery store and bought dinner; all the makings for homemade lasagne, a loaf of Italian bread, and a bottle of good Pinot noir. By the time Kim got home, the apartment smelled like an Italian restaurant, with the scent of fresh herbs and spices and the smell of Italian sausage for the meat sauce competing for her attention. John heard the door close and met her by the couch with a glass of wine and a deep, lingering kiss.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she purred. "You taste like wine."
John kissed her again, a quick peck that time, and grasped her by the small of her back and pulled her firmly against him.
"How do you like it?" he asked.
"Delicious," Kim replied."The wine isn't bad either!"
They both laughed, and she followed him to the kitchen. Dinner was nearly ready, and soon they were engrossed in sharing how their days had gone, in between bites of lasagne and sips of wine. John had become a rather good cook in the past few years as Kim's job kept her there a little later than his did, so he had some time to devote to it. Soon enough, they finished dinner and were cleaning up when John stepped behind Kim at the sink, and reaching around and cupping her firm little breasts, he kissed the back of her neck.
"Hey, watch it you, or you'll lose a finger!"
