I suppose some would consider me a rotten husband. I prefer to think of myself as an extra horny one with the mind of a voyeur. I am great at compartmentalizing and I mostly hide that side from my wife. Angie is rather conservative. At any rate she is far more conservative than me. Our marriage is a good one even if she won't accede to some of my wishes in bed. She tolerates the sexy lingerie I buy her. We also purchase each others underwear. I make sure that under her demure slacks and blouses hides the wispiest most gossamer of underthings. She clothes me in silks boxers and the occasional g-string. I have no sway over the rest of her wardrobe.
On occasion she does humor me. I bought her a stripper dress, complete with long gloves and tear away skirt. When I am an especially good boy she will allow me to put a specific raunchy song on the stereo and she will put on a performance for me. It happens once or twice a year. My birthday and perhaps either our anniversary or Valentine's Day. It is the only time Angie indulges her slutty side.
Angie does not like to attract attention to herself. Unflattering blouses, slacks nun dresses. It does not stop men from staring at her. She is five foot seven with long lovely tapered legs, A slim form with a tight stomach and nice tits with an ass that just will not quit. Her lovely auburn hair cascades to the middle of her sexy back. I am a very lucky man.
Once I hid a camera in our bedroom. Although I had captured some luscious nudes; the pictures I showed the guys at work had her in her bra and panties. All my co-workers, most of whom are also my poker buddies told me the same thing. That I was a very lucky man. The guys all wanted to see more of her but I just could not drop the hammer and show then the nudes I possessed. Despite my peeping Tom nature I could not bring myself to that point, still the idea of my wife naked in front of my friends had an undeniable appeal. It was a pleasing image but I knew that it was unobtainable so I pushed it to the back of my mind.
Angie had a history of sleeping problems. I didn't really mind because having strenuous sex with me was one of the few things that helped her relax to the point where she could fall asleep. Not that She didn't enjoy those encounters as well but her sleeping became more and more erratic. The sex didn't work as often as it had in the past. Her doctor put her on Sonata and my life radically changed.
At first she slept like a log but a few nights later I woke up to an empty bed around midnight. I discovered Angie in the kitchen making pancakes. It took me a few minuets before I realized that despite her open eyes and the expertise in which she was preparing the meal, Angie was deeply asleep. The doctor had warned that sleepwalking could be a side effect of the medication. A good husband would have gently woken her. Instead my voyeur nature rose to the fore. I watched fascinated. Her eyes had an otherworldly look and her expression was blank but if you did not know her you would swear she was awake.
After about an hour Angie abruptly stopped cooking and headed back to the bed. I cleaned up the kitchen and made it spotless. When I returned to our bedroom I found her pleasuring herself in her sleep. When I slipped into bed next to her she sat up and moved over to me. Her head went to my crotch and her hands liberated my penis from my pajama bottoms. She started sucking me off and fucking me.
I could tell that there was nobody home behind her open eyes. Despite this the sex was some of the most intense we had ever had. It was as if her ever inhibition was in remission. It was more than a little creepy yet it also was an incredible turn on. Then, apparently just as quickly as it had started, The otherworldly look disappeared from her eyes, her eyelids shut, her head dropped back on the pillow and she fell back to normal sleep.
In the morning Angie stretched when the alarm went off. "I had the strangest dreams last night." She said as she rose out of bed. She noticed the disheveled nature of her pajamas and said, "I must have been turning and tossing in my sleep but i don't know when I have been more refreshed. This new medicine really works."
When I got the chance I checked out the web and Googled all I could on her medicine and on sleepwalking. I learned that under some situations I could control how she responded while asleep. I also read lots of warnings from doctors stating that sleepwalking problems should be reported to the doctor. But as I said I am a rotten husband.
I carefully observed Angie for about two weeks. Her sleep walking started like clockwork at around one A.M. She would clean and vacuum some nights, others she sat in front of the TV, oblivious to what was on. On most nights when we made love she was always back for another session around 2:30 A.M. It was eating into my sleep time but I was having too much fun to mind. I began experimenting. I discovered that I could get her to abandon her cooking or cleaning activities by putting our song on the stereo. When she heard it she would stop what she was doing and march back to bedroom and be ready for sex. Her sleepy self was ready for anything. I even got away with anal something I usually had to beg long and hard for. It was like she was on autopilot.
I decided to try to shoot the works. One night I put the raunchy stripper number on the stereo. I am forbidden from playing that tune unless I clear it with her first and it ONLY gets played when she is in the mood to preform for me. To my utter amazement, Angie stopped what she was doing stripped, went to the closet and put on the stripper outfit. She preformed for me in the living room with more daring and grace than she had ever shown before. Afterwards she sucked me off on the living room couch. Still in her slumbering state she made her way back to the bedroom, put her pajamas on and crawled back into bed.
Quietly I gathered up the stripper outfit and carefully hung it up in its proper place in the closet. Angie woke up the next morning happy as a clam. I asked her if she was still having strange dreams.
