For most of my life I have been a very light sleeper. I remember being awakened as a child every time my parents would make love. The first time I heard it I got scared and ran into their room only to find Dad on top of Mom just pumping away. Later on, as a teenager, I figured out what they were doing and would giggle every time they would wake me up with it.
In college I would wake up every time the guy living across the hall from me would get a phone call. Since his girlfriend worked a graveyard shift at a convenience store and would call him as she got home each morning, it became a problem.
When I got married it took me two months to get to the point where I would stay asleep every time my wife would roll over. I got a kitten, Virgo, and every time she jumped up on the bed, that fourteen ounces of fuzz would cause enough of a ruckus that I would wake up.
All of this made me a morning person, and made what began last Sunday even more exciting and unexplainable than it already is. I woke up to find my wife giving me the best blowjob of my life.
Jessie, my wife of five years, is a night person. She works as a telecommuting web designer for one of the larger consulting firms in town, and her night owl habits make her a little more able to fit in with that crowd. She will come to bed, usually about two or three in the morning. I would wake up, she’d kiss me, and we’d both roll over and go to sleep. By five, I was ready to get up and get on with my day. I’m a real estate broker and my office opens at eight.
All of this combined has made our sex life a little vanilla.
It’s difficult to pull Jess away from the computer when I’m ready to make love. At midnight, when she’s ready, I’ve been asleep for a couple of hours. Like so many happily marrieds, the sex before the marriage was a lot better than the sex afterwards.
Now this is a much my fault as hers. Over the years we’ve slipped into a routine. First the midweek quickies went out the window, a victim to the different work schedules. As both of us fought for promotions and the green stuff, we found that we were just too tired during the week. Saturday became the night of choice.
But, eventually, even Saturday became a little boring. We’d spend the day doing whatever we needed to do, me on my schedule and Jess on her schedule, then spend the evening watching the television. Maybe a little “Skinamax” then off to the bedroom to fuck.
I missed the living room. I missed the backseat of the car. But I missed the blowjobs most of all.
Now don’t get me wrong. I love my wife more than anyone else in the world and would kill or die for her. She is the best woman in the world and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I just miss the sex.
Oh well, as least she still slept naked.
This is what made Sunday morning so special. I woke up to find my wife sucking my cock like she had never done before. She licked and sucked for almost an hour. She brought me right to the edge six or seven times, backed off, then started again. When she finally did let me come I came so hard it rebounded off the back of her mouth and dribbled out the sides.
She crawled back up the bed and snuggled up against me. I could feel her moistness on my leg as she wrapped herself over me. She ran her tongue over her lips and licked her fingers dry and generally looked like Virgo when she had just finished a bowl of cream. As she kissed me I could taste myself on her lips.
“What brought that on?” I asked. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I’m just rather surprised.”
“You needed a little help waking up this morning. You slept through your cell phone ringing. It woke me up instead. Since I was working last night I didn’t have a chance to do anything, so I figured I’d just wake you up in style by having my breakfast.”
“Who called?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t answer it.”
As I rolled over on my side to reach for the phone my leg rubbed Jessie’s pussy and she began to purr like Virgo does when I scratch her ears. “So tell me,” she started, “what are you planning to have for breakfast?”
Now catching Jessie in a horny mood is one of my main ambitions. I love to make love to her and wish we could every day.
“I don’t know yet. What kinds of cereal do we have?”
Jessie laughed and hit me with her pillow, knocking my phone out of my hand. “Now look what you’ve done,” I said.
I picked up the phone and looked at the number on the caller id. “It was Tom. I wonder what he wants at this time of the morning?”
“Tom from next door? He never calls us early. Maybe you should call him back before you, uh, eat,” she said as she reached down between her legs and began to rub herself.
My jaw dropped open in surprise. Here was my wife, fresh from giving me my first blowjob in six months, masturbating in front of me. She had never done that before.
“Hello?” I heard through my amazement.
“Tom? It’s Michael. What’s up?”
“I just wanted to see if you guys are alright. Do you have power?”
“Power? What do you mean?”
Tom laughed sarcastically. “Look out your window.”
I got out of bed and pushed the curtains back. What I saw floored me more than the picture of Jessie rubbing herself in front of me. The world was covered with ice. “Holy shit,” I said.
“Holy shit is right. We had one of those storms to tell the grandkids about last night. Are you guys alright?”
“Yeah, we’re fine. Jesus it looks bad out there.”
“It is bad, pal.”
“How about you guys? Everything okay?”
“Not really. You remember that beautiful old oak tree right outside our bedroom window?”
“The one you said would be perfect to hang a swing in if you and Carrie ever have any kids? That one?”
“Yeah, that one. It won’t hold a swing now.”
