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Wake-up Call

He woke up to a tingling feeling around his cock. He didn’t know what it was at first, but once he oriented himself and moved the blanket away, he saw part of his wife’s dark hair bobbing up and down. The soft slurping sound blended with the unique stillness that you can only find in the middle of the night. He looked at the alarm clock on his dresser and saw that it was 3:45am. “God, you’re sexy,” he said finally. She smiled with his cock still in her mouth and then kept going. Now that he was awake, he started to relax into the blowjob. He stretched out and made himself comfortable, and then put his hand through her hair and stroked her cheek gently with his right thumb. He watched her lips wrapped around his penis, her mouth a perfect “O” and her cheeks sucked in slightly and her cheekbones raised. She didn’t look up, her eyes and mouth focused completely on his cock. He looked at her shoulders, strong and healthily broad from yoga, and down the slight curve of her back to her ass. She had a light tan line from a recent trip to San Diego for business. You could see that she had been wearing a low cut bikini that stopped right above her pubic bone. He looked at the pale bikini outline on her ass and wanted nothing more than to grab and smack it. Instead, he began to rub her shoulders as she continued sucking his cock. She moaned, relaxing into the pleasure. The mutual affection increased their intimacy, and turned him on even more. He began to grind his hips into her mouth ...

... and push his cock deep into it until her lips grazed his balls. They began to move in rhythm. If he wanted to, he could have cum, but he decided to wait. He lifted her head up gently and guided her mouth to his. She was pancaked on top of him, he could feel her wetness and the slight prickliness of her shaved pubic area on the shaft of his penis. He grabbed her ass firmly and then smacked it. She made a slight noise, a combination of a pleasurable moan and a low squeal of light pain. They continued to make out, their momentum and intensity increasing lightly over time along with the grinding of their bodies. Soon, they were completely wrapped in each other’s bodies. Their legs were intertwined and he was holding her as tightly as he could. His cock was at the edge of her vagina, the tip sitting right at its entrance. “I need to be inside you,” he said. She went and got a condom and then came back, put it on him, and climbed on top of him. She rubbed her pussy along his shaft and balls before raising herself slightly so that she could guide him inside her with her hand. Then, she began to grind. She loved to dance and you could tell the way she moved her hips when she was on top. She stretched her torso. Her breasts had light tan lines as well. He put his hand on her smallish, firm breasts, and rubbed her nipples until they began to puff and harden between his fingers. She moaned, her head whipped back, and she moved a tuft of dark hair out of her right eye. She began to grind ...