I'd passed out, exhausted from the sex, about 2 in the morning, with my wife's satisfied murmurs fading into slumber right beside me, the tremors of my exploding inside her still rocking me, whether physical or emotional, not sure, just deeply satisfying tremors, proud of myself for making her come, delirious in the afterglow of shooting off several ripping spurts.
Two hours later came wild images, bursting from my dreams, things we'd never done, sights I'd never seen, fantasies turned real, or were those dreams, too?
Feeling the weight on my wife's side of the bed tilt me toward her as she changed positions, reaching out for her body, barely believing how lovely she looked in the darkness, giving up to fall asleep again.
It was one of those nights where a million thoughts crowd into one brain, interrupting sleep, denying sleep, my wife already awake when I awoke, me being only half awake half the time and dazed with my thoughts the rest of the time. Mistakes I'd made came back at me, stuff I'd said I kinda wish she'd never heard me say, my wonderful life with my wonderful wife, her sexy sexy ways right there in bed with me.
Her sounds of love-making came to me while I dreamed, her words of love whispered in my ears as I took her again in the dark, more sighs, more wails of ecstasy than usual. Her pretty voice letting me know she was still cumming, cumming, even as I floated between sleep and the sweet haze of orgasm.
But suddenly something had just awakened me early in spite of not getting much sleep last night.
And now my thoughts swam up to me through the early glimmers of understanding. It was dawn. It was after dawn. The shaft of sunlight coming between the drapes was hot. My eyes were opened to the truth.
I reached out for her hand as I always do when I wake up with her in bed with me. I found her little fingers beside her thigh. She was flat on her back. I meshed my fingers in hers. I still stared straight up.
"You awake?" I knew she was, but ...
She answered with just a soft squeeze.
"Everything OK?" I asked.
"Yeah. ... You ok?"
"Think so."
I rolled onto my side, happy to find her more in the middle of the bed, more toward my side with a wide-open area on her other side. We often slept like this though, as she liked to snuggle up against me.
I was surprised to find that half her torso was not covered all along the side away from me. She never slept that way unless she got hot. I enjoyed the treat. Her full breast was electrifying in its naked beauty. However, there were still red marks around the tip from all that sexual activity during the night. I would've thought they'd have faded by now. I glanced at the sun rays again, as if to check the time.
But I knew what it was. I craned my neck toward her, and she tilted her face a tiny bit my way.
I kissed her, right on the lips. Her kiss back was shallow, sweet, but reticent. I knew why.
She's shy sometimes in the morning after a night of wild sex, and indeed the taste of cum was strong in her kiss, even though her lips did not open to me.
My hand idly skimmed down her chest. I do so love the top slope of her breast. This morning already the tip was hard, like a pearl button in a silk blouse.
I was happy but not surprised to feel her responding that quickly.
I raised up on my other elbow to get a better viewing angle at the pink nub of her breast scissored firmly between my finger knuckles. From that height, I could look down, following the contours of her body. I could see that the sheet and duvet only covered one leg as well. Her shapely thigh, her taut skin stretched across her hip bone, and her creamy flat tummy were all exposed, but of course my gaze was drawn to the magic triangle between my wife's gorgeous blonde legs.
She has a very pretty pussy, and this early morning her lips down there were still tight and puffy from the hard fucking she had gotten last night. Indeed, she was so swollen I thought for a moment that I'd been too rough on her, but then I remembered her sobs had been those of intense pleasure, not pain.
She's always shaved herself completely, which I love, making it so easy to see everything she has. A bit of dampness glistened there already, from my caressing her breast, I guessed. My fingers swept toward those luscious peach-pink lips, but she winced slightly when I rubbed across them.
"Tender, Darling?" I whispered.
