Silent Mornings, Secret Desires

Brian and I volunteer at a local charity on Saturdays. We have great experiences helping contribute to all the good the organization does. And it’s really nice that our work doesn’t start until 9:00 AM. Since it only takes about ten minutes to drive there from home, we can set the alarm for a lot later than our usual weekday schedules allow. It’s so nice to have a little extra time in the morning.

But last Saturday, for some reason, I woke up before the alarm sounded. Like many women, I suppose, my mind was quickly occupied with lots and lots of thoughts. I tried to quiet my mind and fall back to sleep, but it was useless. Then I glanced over at Brian, still sleeping soundly. I took notice of his handsome features: tanned skin from various outdoor summer activities. The shadow of his morning stubble outlining his jaw. The muscles of his arms and chest, reminding me of his hugs and the strength of his protection. Now I had something much more pleasant to think about!

The top of the sheet was just below his waist. I could see the outline of his wonderful cock laying on his abdomen as the sheet gracefully draped over it. His length and thickness could not be obscured by the cotton fabric clinging to it. My mind raced back to the wonderful night we just had. There was a feeling of completeness, of satisfaction, as he filled me with his magnificent organ.

As I gazed at him, I realized again how blessed I was to have this kind and caring man as my loving husband. I found my hands gently moving over my stomach and ribs. Soon they found their way to my breasts. My fingers were sensing the smoothness of my skin, my touch noticing the pillowy softness that it covered.

My breasts responded to my kneading fingers, warmth accumulating at their peaks. Even before I touched them, I sensed that my nipples were getting harder. A brief brush with my fingertips confirmed that they were delightfully sensitive and made them harder still. As they swelled, pointing at the ceiling, the darkening tissue drew tight, resisting the strumming of my fingers across them. Gentle rolling each of them between my thumb and middle finger, along with some light tugs, excited them still more. Oh, I wish I could feel the wet heat of Brian’s mouth on them right now. The way he flicks them with his tongue and sucks them into his mouth. If I could only see them glisten from his licks.

The effect of my nipple play and thoughts of Brian was spreading. My hands glided down my ribs and stomach again. They moved slowly over my hips to rest on the sensitive tissue of my inner thighs. Soft strokes gradually moved closer and closer to the delicate valley that defines the edges of my mound. Moving in unison, my fingers finally reached the smooth skin of my outer lips. Tracing my fingertips up and down, over and over, brought more and more warmth as they swelled from the attention.

If only my fingers were Brian’s tongue stroking along the bare skin of my engorged lips. If only I could feel the warmth of his breath as his mouth works the magic it always does.

My fingers approached the slit between my lips and separated them gently. The middle finger of one hand explored the gentle folds within. My moisture made my finger slip ever so smoothly up and down the pink valley between my darker inner lips. Softly, stroke after stroke after stroke, I could feel the warmth build.

My finger touched my entrance. It made small circles along the very delicate tissue that sheltered that special place for Brian’s cock. My body responded to this heightened pleasure. My back arched, thrusting my mound upward.

My clit was practically begging for attention. The middle finger of my other hand found its way to the sides of my clit. It began stroking. Several strokes on one side and then several on the other. More heat was building inside. My legs were pushing against the bed to elevate my mound still more. My fingers started to rub my clit from side to side, only stopping to resume the stroking.

It was so hard suppressing my moans. I thought of the way Brian touches me, the way his mouth feels there, the way his tongue traces and flicks all the right spots. My fingers were rubbing harder and faster now.

Don’t stop. That’s it. Right there! Oh, I was getting closer and closer. Holding in my moans, my screams, was almost impossible.

Oh!

Oh!!

Oh!!!

Then the sensation I’d been anxious for. The signal that my orgasm would happen. That I would cum! Now!!!

Ooooohhhh!

The first contraction signaled the arrival of the next, and the next, and the next. Each one stronger than the last. How I wanted to scream out my pleasure, my ecstasy, but I managed to stifle my noises. My attempts to suppress the quivering of my legs and the lurching of my whole body was less successful. I tightened my legs, holding them straight, but the spasms couldn’t be entirely contained. My clit and whole pussy thrust forward and then retracted, only to thrust up again.

Eventually, the last, lingering contraction and pleasure wave faded. I was left to enjoy the warm afterglow. My hands cupped my pussy, containing my pleasure, not letting it escape. Every nerve ending of my body tingling with the effervescence of post-orgasm bliss.

Then I heard a sound and felt the bed move a bit. I turned to see Brian’s smile.

“Good?” was his single word question.

“Very!” was my single word answer.

“I love watching you cum!” he said, in his most tender voice.

“The only thing better is cumming with you inside me.”

“I can help with that!” he responded.

As I gazed at him, I realized again how blessed I was to have this kind and caring man as my loving husband. I found my hands gently moving over my stomach and ribs. Soon they found their way to my breasts. My fingers were sensing the smoothness of my skin, my touch noticing the pillowy softness that it covered.

The top of the sheet was just below his waist. I could see the outline of his wonderful cock laying on his abdomen as the sheet gracefully draped over it. His length and thickness could not be obscured by the cotton fabric clinging to it. My mind raced back to the wonderful night we just had. There was a feeling of completeness, of satisfaction, as he filled me with his magnificent organ.

As I gazed at him, I realized again how blessed I was to have this kind and caring man as my loving husband. I found my hands gently moving over my stomach and ribs. Soon they found their way to my breasts. My fingers were sensing the smoothness of my skin, my touch noticing the pillowy softness that it covered.

My breasts responded to my kneading fingers, warmth accumulating at their peaks. Even before I touched them, I sensed that my nipples were getting harder. A brief brush with my fingertips confirmed that they were delightfully sensitive and made them harder still. As they swelled, pointing at the ceiling, the darkening tissue drew tight, resisting the strumming of my fingers across them. Gentle rolling each of them between my thumb and middle finger, along with some light tugs, excited them still more. Oh, I wish I could feel the wet heat of Brian’s mouth on them right now. The way he flicks them with his tongue and sucks them into his mouth. If I could only see them glisten from his licks.

The effect of my nipple play and thoughts of Brian was spreading. My hands glided down my ribs and stomach again. They moved slowly over my hips to rest on the sensitive tissue of my inner thighs. Soft strokes gradually moved closer and closer to the delicate valley that defines the edges of my mound. Moving in unison, my fingers finally reached the smooth skin of my outer lips. Tracing my fingertips up and down, over and over, brought more and more warmth as they swelled from the attention.

If only my fingers were Brian’s tongue stroking along the bare skin of my engorged lips. If only I could feel the warmth of his breath as his mouth works the magic it always does.

My fingers approached the slit between my lips and separated them gently. The middle finger of one hand explored the gentle folds within. My moisture made my finger slip ever so smoothly up and down the pink valley between my darker inner lips. Softly, stroke after stroke after stroke, I could feel the warmth build.

My finger touched my entrance. It made small circles along the very delicate tissue that sheltered that special place for Brian’s cock. My body responded to this heightened pleasure. My back arched, thrusting my mound upward.

My clit was practically begging for attention. The middle finger of my other hand found its way to the sides of my clit. It began stroking. Several strokes on one side and then several on the other. More heat was building inside. My legs were pushing against the bed to elevate my mound still more. My fingers started to rub my clit from side to side, only stopping to resume the stroking.

It was so hard suppressing my moans. I thought of the way Brian touches me, the way his mouth feels there, the way his tongue traces and flicks all the right spots. My fingers were rubbing harder and faster now.

Don’t stop. That’s it. Right there! Oh, I was getting closer and closer. Holding in my moans, my screams, was almost impossible.

Oh!

Oh!!

Oh!!!

Then the sensation I’d been anxious for. The signal that my orgasm would happen. That I would cum! Now!!!

Ooooohhhh!

The first contraction signaled the arrival of the next, and the next, and the next. Each one stronger than the last. How I wanted to scream out my pleasure, my ecstasy, but I managed to stifle my noises. My attempts to suppress the quivering of my legs and the lurching of my whole body was less successful. I tightened my legs, holding them straight, but the spasms couldn’t be entirely contained. My clit and whole pussy thrust forward and then retracted, only to thrust up again.

Eventually, the last, lingering contraction and pleasure wave faded. I was left to enjoy the warm afterglow. My hands cupped my pussy, containing my pleasure, not letting it escape. Every nerve ending of my body tingling with the effervescence of post-orgasm bliss.

Then I heard a sound and felt the bed move a bit. I turned to see Brian’s smile.

“Good?” was his single word question.

“Very!” was my single word answer.

“I love watching you cum!” he said, in his most tender voice.

“The only thing better is cumming with you inside me.”

“I can help with that!” he responded.

As I gazed at him, I realized again how blessed I was to have this kind and caring man as my loving husband. I found my hands gently moving over my stomach and ribs. Soon they found their way to my breasts. My fingers were sensing the smoothness of my skin, my touch noticing the pillowy softness that it covered.

The top of the sheet was just below his waist. I could see the outline of his wonderful cock laying on his abdomen as the sheet gracefully draped over it. His length and thickness could not be obscured by the cotton fabric clinging to it. My mind raced back to the wonderful night we just had. There was a feeling of completeness, of satisfaction, as he filled me with his magnificent organ.

As I gazed at him, I realized again how blessed I was to have this kind and caring man as my loving husband. I found my hands gently moving over my stomach and ribs. Soon they found their way to my breasts. My fingers were sensing the smoothness of my skin, my touch noticing the pillowy softness that it covered.

My breasts responded to my kneading fingers, warmth accumulating at their peaks. Even before I touched them, I sensed that my nipples were getting harder. A brief brush with my fingertips confirmed that they were delightfully sensitive and made them harder still. As they swelled, pointing at the ceiling, the darkening tissue drew tight, resisting the strumming of my fingers across them. Gentle rolling each of them between my thumb and middle finger, along with some light tugs, excited them still more. Oh, I wish I could feel the wet heat of Brian’s mouth on them right now. The way he flicks them with his tongue and sucks them into his mouth. If I could only see them glisten from his licks.

The effect of my nipple play and thoughts of Brian was spreading. My hands glided down my ribs and stomach again. They moved slowly over my hips to rest on the sensitive tissue of my inner thighs. Soft strokes gradually moved closer and closer to the delicate valley that defines the edges of my mound. Moving in unison, my fingers finally reached the smooth skin of my outer lips. Tracing my fingertips up and down, over and over, brought more and more warmth as they swelled from the attention.

If only my fingers were Brian’s tongue stroking along the bare skin of my engorged lips. If only I could feel the warmth of his breath as his mouth works the magic it always does.

My fingers approached the slit between my lips and separated them gently. The middle finger of one hand explored the gentle folds within. My moisture made my finger slip ever so smoothly up and down the pink valley between my darker inner lips. Softly, stroke after stroke after stroke, I could feel the warmth build.

My finger touched my entrance. It made small circles along the very delicate tissue that sheltered that special place for Brian’s cock. My body responded to this heightened pleasure. My back arched, thrusting my mound upward.

My clit was practically begging for attention. The middle finger of my other hand found its way to the sides of my clit. It began stroking. Several strokes on one side and then several on the other. More heat was building inside. My legs were pushing against the bed to elevate my mound still more. My fingers started to rub my clit from side to side, only stopping to resume the stroking.

It was so hard suppressing my moans. I thought of the way Brian touches me, the way his mouth feels there, the way his tongue traces and flicks all the right spots. My fingers were rubbing harder and faster now.

Don’t stop. That’s it. Right there! Oh, I was getting closer and closer. Holding in my moans, my screams, was almost impossible.

Oh!

Oh!!

Oh!!!

Then the sensation I’d been anxious for. The signal that my orgasm would happen. That I would cum! Now!!!

Ooooohhhh!

The first contraction signaled the arrival of the next, and the next, and the next. Each one stronger than the last. How I wanted to scream out my pleasure, my ecstasy, but I managed to stifle my noises. My attempts to suppress the quivering of my legs and the lurching of my whole body was less successful. I tightened my legs, holding them straight, but the spasms couldn’t be entirely contained. My clit and whole pussy thrust forward and then retracted, only to thrust up again.

Eventually, the last, lingering contraction and pleasure wave faded. I was left to enjoy the warm afterglow. My hands cupped my pussy, containing my pleasure, not letting it escape. Every nerve ending of my body tingling with the effervescence of post-orgasm bliss.

Then I heard a sound and felt the bed move a bit. I turned to see Brian’s smile.

“Good?” was his single word question.

“Very!” was my single word answer.

“I love watching you cum!” he said, in his most tender voice.

“The only thing better is cumming with you inside me.”

“I can help with that!” he responded.

As I gazed at him, I realized again how blessed I was to have this kind and caring man as my loving husband. I found my hands gently moving over my stomach and ribs. Soon they found their way to my breasts. My fingers were sensing the smoothness of my skin, my touch noticing the pillowy softness that it covered.

The top of the sheet was just below his waist. I could see the outline of his wonderful cock laying on his abdomen as the sheet gracefully draped over it. His length and thickness could not be obscured by the cotton fabric clinging to it. My mind raced back to the wonderful night we just had. There was a feeling of completeness, of satisfaction, as he filled me with his magnificent organ.

As I gazed at him, I realized again how blessed I was to have this kind and caring man as my loving husband. I found my hands gently moving over my stomach and ribs. Soon they found their way to my breasts. My fingers were sensing the smoothness of my skin, my touch noticing the pillowy softness that it covered.

My breasts responded to my kneading fingers, warmth accumulating at their peaks. Even before I touched them, I sensed that my nipples were getting harder. A brief brush with my fingertips confirmed that they were delightfully sensitive and made them harder still. As they swelled, pointing at the ceiling, the darkening tissue drew tight, resisting the strumming of my fingers across them. Gentle rolling each of them between my thumb and middle finger, along with some light tugs, excited them still more. Oh, I wish I could feel the wet heat of Brian’s mouth on them right now. The way he flicks them with his tongue and sucks them into his mouth. If I could only see them glisten from his licks.

The effect of my nipple play and thoughts of Brian was spreading. My hands glided down my ribs and stomach again. They moved slowly over my hips to rest on the sensitive tissue of my inner thighs. Soft strokes gradually moved closer and closer to the delicate valley that defines the edges of my mound. Moving in unison, my fingers finally reached the smooth skin of my outer lips. Tracing my fingertips up and down, over and over, brought more and more warmth as they swelled from the attention.

If only my fingers were Brian’s tongue stroking along the bare skin of my engorged lips. If only I could feel the warmth of his breath as his mouth works the magic it always does.

My fingers approached the slit between my lips and separated them gently. The middle finger of one hand explored the gentle folds within. My moisture made my finger slip ever so smoothly up and down the pink valley between my darker inner lips. Softly, stroke after stroke after stroke, I could feel the warmth build.

My finger touched my entrance. It made small circles along the very delicate tissue that sheltered that special place for Brian’s cock. My body responded to this heightened pleasure. My back arched, thrusting my mound upward.

My clit was practically begging for attention. The middle finger of my other hand found its way to the sides of my clit. It began stroking. Several strokes on one side and then several on the other. More heat was building inside. My legs were pushing against the bed to elevate my mound still more. My fingers started to rub my clit from side to side, only stopping to resume the stroking.

It was so hard suppressing my moans. I thought of the way Brian touches me, the way his mouth feels there, the way his tongue

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