I woke up one night with a raging erection and an incredible desire to screw. I checked the clock - 2:30. Geez, three more hours before the alarm. I tried for about half an hour, but my sexual hunger and my wife’s presence next to me would not allow sleep. I thought of going to the bathroom and jerking off knowing that would quench the need enough to get to sleep. Trouble was, I didn’t just want to cum - I wanted sex. I wanted to make her cum as well. I carefully slipped off my Jockeys, which is the most I ever sleep in.

Her back was to me and her arm was draped across her breasts. I placed my hand on her waist and gently slid it down over her belly, then down and under the hem of her t-shirt. Rubbing softly, I stroked her tummy and let my hand slowly move up until I was brushing the undersides of her breasts. She stirred and sighed, then resumed her sleep-breathing.

I tried nudging her arm away so I could have full access to her breasts, but it wouldn’t move gently so I began letting my strokes go lower until I was brushing her pubic hair. Her legs were slightly bent, blocking access to her pussy. Lightly I tried to slip a finger between them, reaching for her slit. She groaned and rolled over onto her stomach. I barely got my hand out before she trapped it under her.