Her Sweet Spot

Today was Friday, and it was my day off. I had been feeling a bit under the weather the last couple of days so I was very intentional at sleeping in. After about ten hours in bed I awoke feeling much better.

Looking at the clock it was easy for me to tell that my bride was already off to work and I was home alone. As I lay there in the coziness I could not help but wish my wonderful wife were there to share in the coziness with me. After the last couple of days not feeling good it was very easy for my mind to desire some pleasure. And considering my penis was not capable of becoming any harder that it currently was I found my hand beginning to gently rub it. As I slowly stroked myself my thoughts became filled with how I desired her, I wanted her, I needed her.Wanting to make contact I found myself reaching for my phone to send a good morning text to my lover. First I told her that I was awake, and then I told her how I was wishing that she were here with me spooning. I concluded by telling her how lonely it was without her next to me and I was thinking that I should get some lotion.

I intentionally didn’t go into detail, I didn’t need to, I wanted her mind to envision me lying in bed stroking my morning erection. I wanted her to imagine wrapping her oily hand around her mans cock. It was my hope to distract her from her work.In reality I did not get out of my cozy spot for the lotion, after all I didn’t think I needed it. Everything was working just fine and I was thoroughly enjoying my slow gentle, stroking just the way it was.

Moments later my phone lit up with a reply from my love. Even through the phone her words telling me good morning washed over me. She then asked me how my head was feeling this morning. I told her that when I went to bed it felt like it was ready to explode. I then told her that now there is a different head heady to explode.Texting while at work is always uncertain; you never know when it may come to an abrupt stop. Needless to say that is what happen. I once again found myself all alone. All my attention now went to what my right hand was doing. My slow stroking continued, after all there was no rush.

The desire for my lover was becoming apparent, the pressure was building in my balls and the sperm was beginning to leak from the tip down onto my shaft. I was more than happy to utilize this lubrication. I used my thumb and my first finger to gently wrap around my sensitive cap. After the first squeeze and spin of my fingers the moan that came from my mouth nearly startled me in the quietness of our room. I continued this twisting around the head for a bit, I then found my self going back to the very slow full length strokes.

As I continued this extra slow-motion stroke I found myself thinking of a morning not to long ago….

The alarm had gone off and we were slowly waking up. I wiggled over to your side of the bed and slowly nestled in behind you in our favorite spoon position. I heard the soft moan of your approval. I gently began to rub your back through the fabric of the pajamas only to hear you give me your approval once again. It did not take long and you were guiding my hand to go under the fabric and to make direct contact with your skin. It was with great pleasure I obliged your request. You then adjusted the fit of our spoon by wiggling your behind tighter into my crouch. For some time my hand softly caressed your back and side, my hand and fingers would travel from your neck all the way down to your pantie line, but never crossing the line. My hand would also occasionally go around to the front but I was very carful not to make contact with your breasts. After some time of this you reached down with your right hand and pulled your panties down. You then reached back and grabbed my hand and without words instructed me in where you wanted me to rub your hip and bun. I was more than willing to meet your request.

Throughout this time of coyness I would find myself snuggling and enjoying the skin-to-skin contact. Earlier when the underwear got pulled down I casually slipped my erection between your legs. Occasionally I would attempt to move my erection a bit not really knowing where it was in relation to your pussy or how close I was to your sweet spot. There was enough leakage that the feeling was rather pleasant but I also knew that there was a place in there somewhere that was far better. Occasionally when you felt me wiggle you would also make a wiggle of your own. I couldn’t help but wonder if you wanted my penis to find the same place he wanted to find. After all you had a much better idea of how close the two spots were to becoming one. All I was able to do was to continue to wiggle every now and then and continue to enjoy the extreme coyness.

My hand continued to enjoy roaming and caressing your body. Every now and then one of us would make a soft quite sound of pleasure, but to this point no words had been spoken. Actually we were both still partially asleep. It was during this time of complete coyness that the unexpected happened. I made a slight position change at the same time you made a position change. As we were gently repositioning I felt my penis enter your very wet and very warm pussy. I don’t know if you were expecting this to happen but I was not. It was also very obvious that the pleasure was felt by both of us because the moan of pleasure came out of both of us at the same time. Although what was different this time is that it was not a soft moan.

I then found myself squeezed my buttock in an attempt to discover greater distance with my penis, and as I did you moved in a way that allowed me success. I then reached around and gently placed my hand on your right breast and as I did you grabbed my hand, with your hand and significantly increased the pressure of my squeeze. There was a good reason your pussy was so warm and wet and it was because you had become very hot. Due to the intense coyness that we had been experiencing over the last half hour and my unexpected discovery of your sweet spot I could instantly feel my balls wanting to release there goodness.

It was at that very moment that I stopped stroking myself. I was at the very edge of shooting my sperm all over my chest and that is clearly not where I wanted it to land. I quickly whipped off all my leakage and made my way to the coffee pot.