It's early

It's 6:40am, I've been up since 6:00, hard as a rock, laying in bed softly stroking my morning wood.  Usually I'm already at the gym by now. In fact, by now cycle class is over, I'm done watching the angry brunette on the 2nd to last row, or maybe it's Cruise Blonde, or even Young Thing, they are all fun to watch.  On Monday's, like today, I'm more likely in class as a student, watching K's perfect form lead me down the road of muscle cramps and 4 days of hurt until i finally recovered.  


But this morning, the last day before the kids go back to school, I took the morning to sleep in a bit.  I'll still go for my run, but I'll wait until I drop off my oldest at her team's workout and then maybe hit the pool, or the treadmill, or maybe just make a few phone calls as I set at Starbucks and nurse a hot chocolate.  


As I woke up, I felt myself, more, I became aware of myself and then reached down to confirm my suspicions.  I was hard, smooth, ready, and I let myself drift into recollection and touch. I thought back to yesterday, but better, to Friday morning.  


My wife sleeps on my right, closest to the door where the kids come in when frightened, closer to the bathroom, the mommy position we call it.  Friday she rolled over and started stoking my chest, slipping her hand inside my t-shirt and playing with my nipples, something I love, but something I usually need to request.  After a few moments of that, her hand slid down my stomach and found my cock, again it was hard and stretching against my pajama bottoms. (With three kids and a small house, sleeping naked isn't prudent).


She stroked me gently and then bent over and took my cock in her mouth.  Warm and perfectly fit, she sucked me until I was even harder and then came back up to kiss my chest.  She kissed me on the lips and then lifted herself up and said, "I'm not sure how much of this is a dream......"


I laughed and kissed her back and undressed her completely and rolled on top of her as she opened herself to me.  I slid in easily and then pulled out, slipped out of bed, locked the door, grabbed the lube, and her favorite vibrator.  I handed it to her and knelt by her head as she slipped Gigi over her clit and my back into her mouth.  I watched her in the light of the bathroom, the door slightly ajar, casting a yellowish glow over the room.  Watching her pleasure herself as I filled her mouth was almost too much.  She pulled away and asked if she could concentrate so I lay beside her and took to kissing every inch of available skin.  


Her nipples are wonderful, her breasts full, her neck, my favorite part.  My left hand drifted over hers as she guided Gigi in and out and around her clit.  I could feel her getting closer and my hands pulled her thighs wider and added just a touch of pressure to her own touching, just enough to make her feel like she wasn't just being watched. her orgasm was deep, louder than usual, and her body arched and stretched and her body tightened in my arms for 10, 20, then 30 seconds.  Long quivers followed and she pulled me back on top of her, locking her ankles around the small of my back and kissing me deeply.  


Inside she was warm, tight, inviting, encouraging, and she giggled a bit and told me to hurry since it was almost time for our little one to wake up (he's like a clock that kid).  I didn't need a lot of encouragement but I delayed my finish so I could relish the moment.  When I released it was deep and insistent and longer and more copious than most.  I wrapped her up in my arms and pressed deep again and again.


"That was some dream."  I said, and we rolled to our sides and kissed until we heard a soft knocking on the door.


Sometimes it pays to get up early, but it's certainly nice to sleep in.