On my own.

As the sun begins to poke through the blinds in the bedroom a single beam hits me in the face forcing me back to wakefulness. Still curled up to Jennifer the activities of last night come flooding back. Coupled with the morning wood, the memory pushes my libido back into the daring.

Not moving anymore than I have to, I trace my hand from her shoulder down across her breast where I hesitate for a few moments lightly stimulating her breasts. When a muffled moan escapes Jennifer's lips I continue my hand down her body until my hand is caressing her soft naked thigh. Spending only a few moments there before sliding my hand to her front where I methodical and carefully slide my fingers under her G-string to find her shaved mound.

With a gentle circular motion to my middle and ring fingers I massage her clit until I can feel the firmness in her excited clit and the moistness growing. Ever so gently I slide my two finger down and scoop them into my wife’s pussy applying mild pressure up under her pelvic bone stimulating her G spot. This causes her involuntary movement of pressing her bum firmly into my crotch.

After only a few minutes of stroking my fingers in and out I slowly slip my hand out of her now overly stimulated pussy pulling the leg strap from her panties completely onto her hip exposing her love tunnel for me to enter. Continuing with the subtle movements so as to not disturb Jamie I take my cock in my hand and guide it to the lips of her welcoming pussy. Not being able to help myself I gingerly slap my hard cock against her now soaking crotch sending a slapping sound resonating through the quiet bedroom.

Just before I am about to sink my cock into my wife from behind me a hand grips my shoulder and a hardly audible whisper, "Good morning Mark, sorry to leave you curled up with Jamie, you both looked so comfortable and I am sure she needed to feel loved last night."

Pondering back on the whole night, I now, years later, come to the sudden realization that neither do I know who I played around with, nor do I know if Jamie was awake in the morning. We didn’t talk about it the next day as the two were inseparable for the following week, thankfully Jamie did stay in the spare room after that night. Knowing too that I have never made it that far in the morning before or after without my partner waking up has me now unnerved.