I'm Only Sleeping


Caution: This Humor Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Humor Sex Story: Wife's misinformation proves to be a real boon for her husband.

Life can be quite predictable, for short periods of time. Every so often, something happens that you never expected, or anticipated. I never dared dream I'd be eating Annie's pussy, and certainly not with my wife's blessing.

A little over a week ago, I noticed that Brenda came home from work somewhat distraught. I asked her if anything was bothering her. She assured me that everything was fine. I knew it wasn't, but Brenda would eventually tell me what was wrong.

When I first brought Brenda home to meet the family those many years ago, my folks thought I was letting my little head do my thinking. She was, and still is, a beautiful woman. To say she was unsophisticated would be putting it mildly. Her father was a mechanic, and a real good one. Her mother was a cashier at a local retail store.

I had been drawn to Brenda because of her beauty and her figure. I was twenty one and she was nineteen. It didn't take me long to determine that Brenda was quite uncomplicated. She had struggled to get through high school, mostly because she had difficulty reading. Her vocabulary was somewhat limited and her math skills almost nonexistent.

How hard would it be for a suave college stud like me to get into her pants? I allowed myself three dates to seduce Brenda. I knew that she would be no match for my charm, wit, and experience. A year later, I was still working on that same goal!

I don't know when I finally realized what I was up against. It had just crept up on me. I had fallen in love with Brenda. Her family was a close-knit, loving group. They weren't rocket scientists but they all worked hard, were extremely honest, and fiercely loyal to each other.

Brenda had been taught by her folks to avoid casual sex and she did. It was simple for her. She didn't spend time worrying about what others would say or think. She always did what she felt was right; what she had been taught.

I gradually realized that Brenda's family was an exceptional group and not the bunch of halfwits I had initially assumed. I fell in love, pretty much with the whole damn family! I didn't need to brag, bluster, lie, or make excuses with them. They accepted me, and they seemed to genuinely like me.

My parents weren't as easily convinced that Brenda would make a good life partner. Somehow, they had envisioned me with a woman of so-called class and breeding. I was their fair-haired boy and could have my choice of successful women. A lawyer or doctor with wealthy parents would have been appropriate for me, at least in their minds.

Their thinly veiled insults never fazed Brenda. At the time, I wasn't sure if Brenda failed to catch their meaning, or if she simply refused to take the bait. I had more than a few arguments with my parents and my older sister over their treatment of Brenda.

By the time Brenda and I were married, my family seemed less opposed to our union. By our fifth wedding anniversary, we had had two children. My parents appeared to love Brenda far more then they did me, or so it seemed to me. I couldn't blame them, either. When Brenda became part of my family, she embraced my relatives with the same loyalty and honesty as she did her own. She showed all of us the real meaning of class.

After twenty-two years of marriage, I still marvel at my good fortune. Brenda could not have been a better mother or wife. Her dedication to our kids, and to me, was inspirational. It made me constantly strive to be improve as a father and husband. Over the years, Brenda helped my mother through a couple of difficult medical problems. My dad always lit up when Brenda was near. I had hit the mother lode!

Brenda never told me what was bothering her that night. I did notice that she was extremely amorous when we went to bed. She wasn't aggressive so much as she was insistent. She wanted to give me as much pleasure as she possibly could, and that girl could deliver the goods!

I probably wouldn't have thought about it so much, except it continued every night. Brenda had always been passionate and loving. Now she was smokin'!

I began to worry after three nights of rigorous sex that she was having an affair, as difficult as that was to believe. Many times I had heard that a cheating wife will try to soothe her conscience by screwing her husband to death. Married men should always be wary if the wife suddenly wants a lot of sex, and especially if they want it in new and different ways.

I pressed Brenda a little about her feelings about me. She had never lied to me in our entire marriage, to the best of my knowledge. In fact, I had never heard her lie to anyone, not even telemarketers and salesmen. She kept telling me she was fine, and she just wanted me to know how much she loved me.

"If you could do anything you wanted, what would it be, Jeff?" she asked me one evening after an arduous bout of love making. "If we won the lottery or something, what would you do?"

"Brenda, I did win the lottery when you agreed to marry me," I laughed. "I am a very contented man. Our kids are doing well in their careers. We have each other and now you're screwing me to death. What more could I want?"

"Am I too demanding on you, sexually, Jeff?" worried Brenda with surprising emotion. "Are you feeling weak, or tired?"

"Well, yeah! It's a damn good feeling, though," I admitted as I kissed Brenda's beautiful breasts. "It's great exercise and I'm getting more stamina every day, sweetheart. Don't let up. I'm not crying "Uncle" yet!"

"Okay, but don't say I didn't give you a chance to rest," chided Brenda. "You don't have any secret wishes or dreams that you can think of, Jeff? Wouldn't you like to play golf in the Masters or something?"

"Brenda, I'd love to win all four majors five years in a row, but I may as well wish for wings and a twelve inch dick," I chuckled. "You have to work years to get good enough to even qualify. For that you have to start when you're very young. Then you need more talent that almost anyone else on the planet. That simply isn't a possibility, but thanks for suggesting it."

"Would you like to travel someplace exotic, Jeff?" asked Brenda. "Maybe you'd like to see Europe or Australia! I could check into getting tickets and we could leave right away."

"Where is this coming from, Brenda?" I questioned gently. "You've never told me you wanted to do that. Is that what this is? Do you want to travel someplace, so you're asking me if I want to do it? If you'd like to do that, we'll save up and make plans, Sweetheart. That isn't something you do on the spur of the moment. Maybe we could plan on doing that for our twenty-fifth anniversary."

For some reason, Brenda jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. I could hear her sobbing. She was in there for ten minutes before she finally blew her nose and came back to bed.

"What did I say, Darling?" I asked Brenda softly. "If it means a lot to you, we'll go right away. You've been a wonderful mother and wife and I would do anything for you. I don't think you've ever even asked for anything for yourself before. Now I feel like a heel."

"I don't care about any trip, Jeff! I was just thinking how hard you've worked to take care of your family all these years and how it would be nice to reward you for everything," confessed Brenda.

"You have rewarded me every day of our marriage," I whispered as I held her to my chest. "You have been such a good wife and mom that I always wanted the best for you, and the kids. I was happy to be able to provide for you. That was my duty as your husband and as the kids' father."

"So you're happy, Jeff? Have I been a good lover for you? Are you happy with our sex life?" she questioned me.

"My Gawd!" I groaned. "I don't think I could stand it if you were any more amorous! You are incredible, Darling."

The next night, Brenda's younger sister, Annie, stopped in to visit. She had married a man twelve years her senior and he had died from a massive heart attack a couple years back. She was a younger version of Brenda. She had a wonderful figure and total devotion to her family.

As usual, I flirted shamelessly with her. We had been doing that since Brenda had first taken me home to meet her family. Nothing had ever come of it and I never tried to take it any farther. Brenda and Annie were very close and they would sooner walk on hot coals than betray each other. That was one reason I was so comfortable flirting with Annie. I knew she wouldn't some day show up on my doorstep insisting I run off with her.

"You want to have sex with Annie, don't you, Jeff?" blurted Brenda suddenly as Annie and I were engaged in a little sexual banter after finishing several drinks. "You act like you're joking, but she really turns you on, doesn't she?"

How should a man answer that question? I didn't want to lie, or hurt Annie's feelings. I sure didn't want to tell my wife that her sister really turned me on. I decided that the best course of action was to change the subject.

"If it doesn't rain pretty soon, I'll have to start watering the lawn," I announced. "I'd better go make sure there's enough hose in the garage to cover the whole yard."

I was half way to the garage door when Brenda stopped me in my tracks.

"Jeff! Get back here!" she insisted. "I asked you a question. I'm not upset, Darling. It's just that it finally sunk in my head how much you lust for Annie. I don't blame you. What man wouldn't want a woman as sexy as Annie?"

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