You asked for it

As we lay in bed, the morning sun lighting up the room I awaken before you. Hopefully I didn't wear you out too badly, I think to myself, a small smile on my lips. I just can't help myself, I suppose. We've been married seven years next week, and so far in my life, you've always turned me on more than any of my other lovers, of which there'd been plenty. Sure, there'd been bigger, there'd been the ones with better stamina, the ones who could take me much more forcefully, more skillfully. But none of them looked at me the way you do, that combination of adoration and lust. When you look at me, I know, without a doubt, that I'm the only woman for you, the intense desire in your eyes, the way you treat me, the way you practically worship me. I love it, I really do. It's something that I have yet to tire of. Even when I'm flirting with other men, or even dancing with them when we go out, I see you, staring at me, longingly, lovingly, lustfully. When you look at me like that, it's the most erotic thing for me. Knowing how much you want me, how much you need me.

Contemplating these things, my smile widens, and I pull the sheets down, exposing both of our naked bodies. You still haven't stirred, which is perfect for what I have in mind. I slide down the bed and up between your legs, watching your face as I begin licking your cock, morning wood. Such a strange thing, sound asleep, yet hard as a rock. It's always been something that's boggled my mind, how men do that. According to the men I've asked about it, you're not having sex dreams or anything, it's just there, this big erection. Well, sometimes big, yours isn't particularly noteworthy, but the size of your dick isn't why I married you. Taking it into your mouth, softly sucking it, taking its length into my mouth without difficulty. For things like this, your less than impressive cock is actually quite nice. No discomfort, no struggling, it allows me to just focus on pleasuring you. Still, I usually have to finish myself off after you're done, but that's ok too, maybe even better. Letting you watch as I play with my just-fucked pussy. The intensity of your stare, I know how much you like to watch. I've known ever since that time I brought that woman to our bedroom for a threesome on our honeymoon, and you ended up just watching her and I.

I let out a moan, thinking back on that night. I don't know if it was her skill, or the way you managed to stare just at me even with this other beautiful woman having her way with me, or being with another woman, but I'd never orgasmed so hard or so much before or since. Sucking harder, I feel you begin to stir, you're beginning to awaken, with your cock in my mouth. Since that night I've often thought about trying it again, maybe even without you there, just to experiment, to find out what made that night oh so good. I suspect it was all the elements combined. But, I've remained faithful, not always that easy to do, but I've managed.

My tongue swirls around your cock as your eyes begin opening, looking up at you, I get my knees under me, and prop my ass up into the air, legs spread a bit. I know how much you like this view. I begin moaning and groaning more loudly, gyrating my hips as I bob up and down on your adorable cock. It really is quite cute. Like a little puppy that thinks it's a big dog. So hard to resist playing with it. A few years ago I'd bought a studded pink leather cock harness, complete with a leash. Though I've never dared show it to you, it'd probably hurt your feelings, but sometimes, when I'm seeing to my own needs, I think about you wearing it, and leading you around by its leash, and it sends me right over the edge.

"Good morning" I hear you say, still somewhat sleepily. My response is muffled by your cock in my mouth. I could've removed it, but I know you like it when I try and talk with my mouth full of your dick. Sucking harder now, and working my hips just the way you like, humping the air, as if I'm being fucked. Your body stiffens, and you gently hold my head as your balls erupt, blasting the inside of my mouth with your seed. I keep sucking, until I'm sure I've gotten all I'm going to get, then pull my mouth up off of your cock.

"So, how'd you sleep?" I ask cheerfully. "Great, though not as great as waking up like that!" You say in your state of post-nut bliss. I giggle and smile at you, sliding back up and kissing you. "So, as you know, our anniversary is next week." You nod, listening intently, "And I thought as my present to you, since you've been such a wonderful husband these seven years, that I would fulfill any of your sexual fantasies, no holds barred." Looking at you, I can see that some rather dirty thoughts are swirling through your head, though the way you're trying to stammer out a response lets me know you're a bit embarrassed about telling me what it is you want. A bit of encouragement seems to be needed.

So, I sit up, and straddle you, rubbing my wet pussy over your cock, grinding against it, arching my back, sensually gyrating my body as I do. "I'm sure you have plenty of fantasies, and who knows, if this goes well, maybe I'll fulfill some more of them." I glide my hands over my nude body. Letting you take it in. I know how much you, and most all men, admire my body. My lovely D-cup tits, still perky and yummy. My long hair, my bright blue eyes and full lips, my tight and toned hourglass figure, my long legs. We both know I'm way hotter than you, and our friends have commented on it on more than one occasion, but truth be told, I like that imbalance. "Come on, tell me what you want." I prod. "I know you've got a voyeuristic streak, maybe it involves you watching me do something really naughty?" I emphasize this by grinding harder against your rapidly stiffening cock and pinching one of your nipples. You nod your head, almost involuntarily.

"Ok, so what would you like to watch me doing?" I ask, my eyes locked with yours, awaiting your answer.