Morning

I was in the middle of the strangest dream. I was still a stay home dad with pre-pubescent, lovely crazy kids and a workaholic wife and a burdensome house and I didn't even have a job! It was a dream from before.

Then I felt myself slowly rousing, and my real life started slipping back into focus. I opened my eyes and looked at the back of her head. She's lying on her side. Her blonde hair still a bird's nest from our lovemaking last night. Her back and her shoulders are a luminous landscape of aging perfection. Familiar freckles, her scar from the mole that was removed; tiny "blemishes" that accentuate the perfection of her body.

She was snoring, as usual, her special, quiet, squeaking snore. Very cute. And strangely arousing...as usual. I think it's because she snores like she orgasms. So unlike she does anything else. Calmly and quietly.

I put my arm over her naked waist, my hand resting on her stomach. Her perfect, rounded, extra skin, child-bearing belly. She's a bit self conscious of it, but I fucking love it. I gently tickle her belly button. Her snoring stops abruptly and she grabs my hand. I don't think she's fully conscious, but she pushes my hand down her belly and down to her pubic bone. Even when she's asleep she likes to have her long pubic hair caressed, these days. Her legs are still sleepily closed, and she lazily rubs my fingers through her hair. I take over and she lets go, her legs relaxing as she rolls towards me. My middle finger feels the moisture of her and she turns her face to me and kisses my nose. Eventually, eyes closed, she finds my mouth and slides her tongue passed my lips. I slide my finger passed hers and find the tiny nub of her clitorus. She sighs into my mouth and we both moan a little. Her hand finds my penis, which is already hard...cos, morning, and she gently holds and strokes it.

Very quickly my fingers are dripping wet, her pelvis lifting and grinding against me. Her hand grips tighter and pulls my body towards her as she rolls up and on top of me in one fluid movement guiding my cock inside her. Her head falls to my neck and nibbles at my shoulder, her naked breasts pressed against my chest. I roll and lift and grind up into her, feeling every familiar contour of her cunt. This must be the thousandth time we've enacted this morning ritual, and yet I am not bored or distracted. I am just as fascinated by the smooth contours of her arse under my hands, and just as excited by her lips on my skin as I was all those years ago.

It's hard to believe that only ten years ago I didn't know how to tell when she came. Now I can feel her orgasm coming long seconds before it does. The electricity through her skin sends such voltage through me that I would have to concentrate much harder to avoid cumming with her. I don't bother this morning, and we hold each other tight. As usual I breathe/groan and she sighs a tiny squeak to announce our mutual climax. She lays heavy and still on top of me as I continue to move inside her, as is my want. Slowly I stop moving and we lay still and spent and just breathing into each other's necks, kissing our sweaty skin softly.

She eventually lifts her head and pushes her hair out of our faces, half opens her eyes, a dozzy smile on her face and says, "Morning lover. Where's my breakfast?"