Caught

It was early Saturday morning. I lay in bed and looked over at my wife sleeping. She was on her side with her back to me. I slipped off my underwear and curled up next her. For a couple of minutes, we just snuggled together. I slowly reached my hand down and cupped her breast through her thin, cotton nightgown. Her breasts fit perfectly in my hand. As I massaged her breast, I felt her nipple become stiff and I gently squeezed it between my fingers. As I could feel her become aroused, I also became aroused. Her nightgown was little more than a long shirt, and as she slept, it crept up to her waist. As we spooned, I grew hard as I slid between her cheeks.

She started to squeeze her cheeks around my growing cock. I could feel the tip of my cock touching her smooth skin. But then she rolled over and pulled her nightgown off. For a minute, I stared at her and let my eyes wander down her body, over her breasts, and down to her legs. I reached with one hand between her legs and started to caress her while I bent over and took her nipple in my mouth. As I sucked, her nipple grew harder and I let my tongue enjoy its soft texture.

I continued to rub between her legs and spread her lips with my fingers. I slid my index finger between her lips and felt the wetness. I continued to suck her tit, then slowly rubbed her clit that was growing as engorged as the cock that she now held in her hand. I gently pressed on her now wet clit and sucked her breast with a rhythm. I could feel her lifting her hips up and down as I continued to rub. After a minute, her lips squeezed my finger and she arched her back. For the next fifteen or so seconds, she convulsed with pleasure.

I rolled away from her just to take in all her beauty. I saw her face with her relaxed smile, and let my eyes again linger over her body. As I did so, she saw the clock, jumped up, and said, “I’m going to be late for breakfast.” Then she ran into the bathroom to take a shower.

I sat there a bit stunned. It’s not often that she finishes and I don’t. She came out of the shower a minute later, threw on her clothes, kissed me, and headed downstairs. I heard her open the door to leave, then I rolled over with my head on the pillow and my cock in the air, more than a little frustrated.

I closed my eyes and realized my hand still had her wetness on me. So I reached down and started rubbing up and down. With the window open and the noise from the birds outside (and being somewhat distracted) I didn’t hear her come back upstairs. She was about to tell me that she forgot something when she saw me through the door. She stood there quietly and watched.

Slowly, I felt the pulsing and rubbed my hand up and down my shaft. I was ready to explode. I started thinking of having her naked on top of me. And for the next minute, I imagined a dozen different things I would do with her. I couldn’t take anymore and shot my cum in the air. I opened my eyes to see what I was going to have to clean up, and she said, “I think we’ll have to finish something when I get back.” I couldn’t wait.