The next thing that I remember was being woken up from a deep sleep by the sound of the phone ringing on the nightstand. I opened my eyes and realized that it was now morning. I grabbed the handset and looked at the caller-id display, it was my wife calling.
I took a deep breath and looked over next to me at Ashley. She was still asleep, half-covered by the comforter and still wearing my wife's black lace babydoll. She looked like an angel in the morning light. I guess last night wasn't a dream after all.
I pressed the talk button and said, "Hello." My voice groggy, telegraphing the fact that I'd just woken up. Ashley's hot, young body started to stir as my wife's voice drifted in over the phone.
"What, did I wake you up?" she asked, leaving me no time to answer. "Since when do you sleep past nine?"
"Is it that late already," I yawned, "I guess I just sleep more soundly when you're not in bed tossing and turning." Ashley looked up at me with her amazing blue eyes and smiled.
"Yeah, right," my wife answered.
"How's Caroline?" I asked, knowing my wife's sister never seems to go a full day without a new crisis invading her life.
"She's ok, we stayed in last night and made Margaritas and she told me all about how she was sure that Mike was going to come running back to her any day now."
"Not if he's smart, she's crazy," I said as Ashley reached over and let her red manicured fingernails slowly trace their way up and down the skin of my arm, sending little shockwaves through my body. "But, it sounds like you two had fun."
"Yeah, we had loads of fun. How was your night? Did you do anything interesting?"
"I just watched the game, so no, nothing exciting," I said as my eyes glanced down at the floor where a pair of black lack panties laid crumpled up in a ball. Ashley shook her head and giggled into the pillow before she sat up and arched her back, stretching her long, slender body. Even just waking up with her hair a total mess she looked like a supermodel. She rolled over next to me and used her warm, red lips to softly kiss my neck. It took all that I had to not make a sound as my wife continued talking.
"Who won?"
"I'm not sure, I guess I fell asleep."
"You're getting old," my wife laughed.
"I know, what can I say?" I replied as Ashley softly nibbled on my neck, occasionally letting her soft, warm tongue trace my skin. I took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on the phone conversation and not on the beautiful blonde with me in my wife's bed.
"Well, Caroline wants me to help her pick out a new couch this afternoon so I probably won't be home until about 4 or 5. Is that ok?"
Ashley's nibbled on my earlobe and whispered in my ear, "Tell her to stay away another night or two so I can have you all to myself."
"Yeah, that's fine, I was just going to do some reading or watch a movie or something. I don't even feel like getting out of bed." I wasn't lying.
"You're a lazy bum!" my wife laughed as Ashley slid her way down to my chest, using her soft, warm lips to tease my body as she looked up at me with her sparkling blue eyes. Each little teasing kiss moved her further down my torso by about an inch or two.
"I know, it's not every day I get this big bed all to myself," I chuckled.
Ashley kicked the comforter to the floor as she moved her body further down the bed. I watched her as she guided her lips precariously close to my hardening cock.
"Yeah, well at least nobody had to hear you snore last night," my wife countered.
"I don't snore, you're full of crap."
Ashley looked up at me, her eyes wide in disbelief as she mouthed the words, "You do too snore."
"We'll just have to agree to disagree," my wife said as Ashley's soft, wet tongue darted out of her mouth and playfully twirled around the head of my cock.
I started to moan and covered it by faking a yawn. I looked down at Ashley, wondering if I could really keep a normal tone of voice if she started really working my cock with that amazing mouth of hers.
"Wake up already," my wife chided me as Ashley grinned and slid her amazing lips slowly up and down my hardening shaft. I fought back a moan as I tried to reach down and stop her. Ashley slapped my hand away as she looked up at me with her blue eyes, biting her lip and shaking her head slowly from side-to-side to tell me she was in control of the situation and not me.
"I will, just as soon as we hang up," I said unconvincingly, distracted from the conversation by Ashley who was twirling her soft tongue around my balls while she slowly jerked my cock with her soft hands.
"Do you want me to pick up dinner on my way home tonight?" my wife asked, as Ashley wrapped her lips around my cockhead and slid each and every inch of my rock hard cock deep into her mouth. The sensation was setting my body on fire and it was all I could do to not acknowledge it.
"Yeah, sure, whatever you want," I said as Ashley sucked on the tip of my cock playfully. Her soft lips moving up and down my manhood as I continued to fight my way through the conversation with my wife.
"Oh, and I forgot to tell you yesterday," my wife said, "Julie invited us over for some big 4th of July barbeque they're having next weekend."
"Really? They're having a party on the 4th? What did you say?"
Julie just so happened to be Ashley's mom. Ashley looked up at me, no doubt figuring out exactly the party I was talking about and smiled wide before sliding her soft red lips back down onto my throbbing flesh. She gripped my pulsating prick tightly between her soft lips and she bobbed her blonde head up and down, turning her face left and right as she twirled her tongue in the opposite direction.
"What could I say?" my wife answered as I fought back yet another moan, "I said we'd be there. But, with the looks that Ashley has been giving me since I told her mom about her being a drunken pot-head I'm guessing it'll be a bit uncomfortable. I'm sure she won't be happy to see us there."
"Hey, don't lump me in with you, I didn't narc on the poor girl," I laughed, "I'm pretty sure she still likes me."
Ashley looked up from sucking my cock and nodded her pretty blonde head in agreement. She grasped my cock at the base like she was holding an ice-cream cone and she flicked at the big throbbing head with her hot, wet tongue. Her blue eyes were looking up at me and I couldn't help but smile.
"Oh I forgot, since she's tall, blonde and hot that makes me the bad guy here," my wife said, still annoyed that I didn't agree with her telling Ashley's parents about the beer and weed in the first place.
"No, you're the bad guy because you didn't have to tell her parents about it. I remember you doing worse things than having a few beers and smoking a joint at Ashley's age."
Ashley's eyes widened again as her deliciously soft lips engulfed my cock and slid slowly up and down my shaft. Her red manicured nails traced the skin of my thighs as her tongue swirled around my cock.
For a moment there was silence on the other end of the phone.
"That was a different time. Plus, Julie is my friend. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't tell her something like that about her daughter?"
"Look, I don't want to argue with you. I just think Ashley is a good kid who was having some fun with her friends."
