I'm not like other girls. I love waking up in the morning and feeling my husband's morning hard brushing against my stomach. One of my favorite morning activities is gently playing with his balls, squeezing tiny beads of precum down his shaft. If he stays asleep long enough, I'll slide down his body and suck him awake.
He usually pretends to stay sleep, but I can always tell. My favorite part is watching him make his surprised face. He knows me better than anyone, or at least he thinks he does.
Honestly, the morning handjobs and blowjobs are just a means to an end. As much as I love taking him in my hands, I love how wet I get even more. With every bead of precum that oozes, my pussy drips with heat. Most of the time, I'm trying to jerk him off so that he'll get out of bed sooner.
Of all my favorite mornings, one, in particular, comes to mind. About three months ago, I woke up just before my boy-toy did. As usual, I could feel his slightly hard dick pressed against me.
I stared down at his cock softly raising a tent under our covers. I reached over and grabbed his semi-hard shaft. The heat from his balls sent shivers down my thighs. It didn't take long for the first drops of precum to ooze down to my hand. His body jolted as I squeezed him from base to tip.
I saw his eyes beginning to move. I quickened my strokes, hurrying him to wake up. That particular morning, he was heading into the office early. The moment he was conscious enough, he stopped my hand.
"As much as I would love to let you finish, I gotta go."
"No," I sarcastically cried out.
He slid out of bed and walked into the bathroom. As I heard him lift the toilet seat lid, my precum-covered hand found its way to my pussy. Unfortunately, I keep my pussy shaven for my man; I prefer a little bush to rub after an orgasmic exploration. (I call them "explorations" because I try using every orgasm to discover a deeper part of my sexual self.)
I've lain in bed while he's in the bathroom enough times to know how long he'll stay in the bathroom. He was awake and planning to head into the office early. That gave me an estimated ten minutes of alone time.
For most girls, ten minutes is more than enough time. As I've already explained, I'm not like other girls. Ten minutes to me is enough to warm myself up. When I'm alone, I like taking things slow. What's the point of being a housewife if you can't play with your pussy all day?
There's no way I could get myself off before he came out of the bathroom. I could wait, but I was so horny. He rarely left me alone so early. On mornings like that, I prepare an entire day of pussy pleasuring. His surprise early morning work schedule actually made me angry.
Once I heard the toilet flush and the shower cut on, I let my index finger twirl over my little hood. I love the wave sensations that rushed over my body. I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I massaged my wanting lips, squeezing some elixir into my hand. Before I knew it, my middle finger had found my G-spot.
I felt a sudden spark shoot up my spine. As much as I wanted to dive into my pussy, I lay there and let the sensations gently rush over me. The sounds in the room faded away; all I could hear was my breathing.
Tantalizing tingles traveled up and down my body. My body squirmed and trembled as I fought to control my breathing. Long, deep breaths began simulating a perfectly shaped dick hitting deep inside me. As I softly moaned, my own sounds put me in a trance.
My hips rocked against my hand. As my finger swirled, my hips matched every motion. I tasted the sweet sweat forming on my lips. My tongue danced in my mouth as I struggled not to cry out in pleasure. I used my free hand to cover my mouth.
My eyes softly opened, giving me a glance at my covered body. The heat under the covers stewed me in my own juices. With every brush against my G-spot, a drip of juice trickled down lips. My hand was soaked, making the massage slippery and hot.
Soon, covering my mouth wasn't enough. I bit my hand, trapping my mouth shut. I drifted in and out so much, my finger instinctually picked up speed. I repeatedly slowed myself, letting the suspense build fluently.
As I neared the end of another exploration, the pit of my stomach tied into a powerful knot. Every muscle in my midsection tightened. Soon, my entire body was trying to tighten. I forced myself back into submission and continued my slow journey.
At some point, I think my husband came out of the bathroom. I felt what I assume was him kissing my forehead. Knowing him, he probably said something; some stupid joke that only he thought was funny. I didn't really care, so I wasn't paying him any attention.
My body clenched and released uncontrollably. I barely kept my finger stroking my hot spot. Every hard breath I took was a struggle not to cum. The sensations were so powerful that my legs began stretching. I could feel them moving underneath the covers, but my pussy quaked harder with every passing second.
I soon had no control over my body. I shook so violently, my hand-massage fucked my pussy involuntarily. I only had control over my mind. I did everything in my power to keep myself from cumming.
My hand moved from my mouth and grabbed my tit. I felt the sudden pain of my nipple being pulled. I couldn't look down, but I felt my hand pushing me toward completion. My hips bucked as I violently shuddered. My legs flailed aimlessly as I was finally overtaken by my orgasm.
My heart raced and my mind fogged. All I can remember are brief moments of clarity when I could see the room. While twitching under the covers, I felt my pussy singing songs of bliss which filled my head.
I cried out in pain as my pussy quaked. I couldn't feel my body, but I could feel every sensation of every nerve. The tip of my spine rattled my hips, making me writhe in ecstasy. My arms pushed the covers away, exposing my sweaty body to the room.
The cold air chilled my overheating body. My sweat soaked the sheets underneath me. My hands and legs were still shaking, but I was able to slide my right hand against my pussy. As my body quivered, I explored my pussy.
From the first touch, sensation shot through me like lightning. I brushed my hair back and moaned from the sensitivity.
"Oh my god..." My hips swirled with my hand. I slowly began regaining control of my body. "Ow," I softly moaned.
