I woke up this morning and stretched, admiring how perky my breasts were in this new nightdress. I pushed the covers aside to admire it once more, the lacy frill at the bottom, the slit that goes all the way from the bottom of the dress, it's almost knee length, up to my right hip. I love how sexy it makes me feel, the blue silk laying flat against my stomach and perfectly accenting both of my breast by barely covering my nipples. My husband loves it too, I'm sure that's why he bought it for me. I can't help but get aroused when I wear it, and judging by the performance last night, he feels the same.
He isn't awake yet, but he must be having some great dreams. I can see his erection trying to poke through the blanket. I want it. I start to debate with myself, should I wake him, or let him be? Finally I decided that neither is the answer. I cuddle next to him, caressing his smooth chest, his hard nipples, and muscular stomach. My hand seems to find itself near his bellybutton and exploring further. The prize is mine at last. His hard cock in my hand, if I thought I was wet before, that was nothing compared to now.