Midnight Wake-Up Call

It was just past four AM on a Sunday morning when I woke up to find my husband, Daniel, wasn’t beside me in bed. The fog of sleep clung to my mind, and I struggled to recall if he’d left for work or if he’d been called in last minute. Nope, he was off, or had he gotten a call and I simply didn't hear it?

I slipped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I was completely nude, as Daniel and I had enjoyed a passionate romp the previous night. A smile curved my lips as I replayed the scene in my mind, a shiver of pleasure rippling through my body. The wine we’d consumed had left my mouth feeling dry, so I pulled on a silky robe and headed to the kitchen. Pouring myself a tall glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, I glanced out the front door, hoping to see Daniel’s truck still parked in the driveway. It was there, confirming his absence, so where was this man of mine?

It had been one of those humid southern nights, perfect for a swim, so perhaps he’d gone for a dip in the pool. I made my way to the back door leading to the pool area and peered through the French doors. He was indeed out there, but he wasn’t swimming. Instead, he was engaging in a private, highly stimulating display, oblivious to my presence. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched him meticulously run his hand up and down his thick, muscular cock, a clear sign of intense arousal.

I'd chronicled this type of scene in several of my stories, and you know how much pleasure I derive from observing Daniel's intense pleasure. There's something inherently erotic about witnessing his most private moments of ecstasy, igniting a primal desire within me. As I stood there, my hand instinctively moved inside my robe, gently tracing over my increasingly erect nipples. My pussy tingled with anticipation, a deep longing to be closer to him. My right hand drifted between my legs, a soft sigh escaping my lips as I touched my heated, throbbing cunt. The anticipation built with each passing second.

I couldn't hold it in any longer; I needed to get a better view. Slowly and deliberately, I opened the door, careful not to disturb his focus. A slight creak echoed through the air as I closed the door behind me, but he was too engrossed in his pleasure to notice.

I moved behind the towering crepe myrtle tree, maintaining a discreet vantage point while still fully appreciating the spectacle unfolding before me. Daniel lay sprawled on the gray lounge chair, his legs extended to the sides. His tanned skin and dark, messy hair were still damp from the pool, as he continued his solo performance, his movements increasingly frantic. The tempo of his stroking increased, interspersed with occasional, guttural groans of pleasure. I felt my own arousal building, drawing closer to the brink of orgasm. The scene was intoxicating.

I stood there, lost in the moment, clinging to the tree trunk with one hand as my legs trembled and weakened with the approaching climax. Was it possible I’d missed his release? Somewhere deep inside, I heard a muffled groan from Daniel. Had he finally reached the point of no return? The anticipation was almost unbearable.

Once I had fully surrendered to the surge of pleasure, I turned my attention to Daniel. Yes, I had indeed missed the grand finale! He was still diligently stroking his now shriveled cock, but much slower, his body twitching slightly in response. I decided to make my presence known.

His eyes widened in surprise as he caught sight of my nude form approaching him. His hand still firmly gripping his recently spent erection. “How long have you been lurking?” he asked, his voice a mixture of shock and amusement.

“Long enough to experience the best part,” I replied, noting the glistening puddles of his semen staining his groin and stomach.

“You did? You should have come over sooner, I could have used a little company,” he said with a playful wink.

“You looked like you had the situation under control! Besides, you know I love to watch,” I retorted, then leaned in and kissed him passionately before using my tongue to meticulously clean him, hungrily lapping up his sweet seed from his body. It was heavenly.

I hope you’ve thoroughly enjoyed this story. Stay wild and lustful, my friends. Sending you all my love.

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