This is a story about me [m, 25] and my wife [f, 23] on a recent Sunday morning. We wrote it in the present tense and in first person so it would be more relatable to our fellow Redditors. We've haunted this sub for a while, but this is our first post!
It's a Sunday. We've been looking forward to today for six weeks because we're going to see a show in the city, an early anniversary gift to ourselves. We haven't been to too many theater productions before, so it's exciting to be doing something out of the ordinary. We're giddy to get going but not excited enough to get out of bed. It's a crystal clear morning and at 6:55am the sky is just barely starting to turn from midnight blue to pink and orange. The light brushes through the shutters of our bedroom and casts such a relaxing and enchanting aura over the bed that we find it difficult to pull ourselves out of bed most days. At night the house cools down to a temperature that encourages cuddling. Almost every morning we wake up only half way, enough to blindly fumble through the covers, find each other, remove all the space between us, and fall asleep again. Our down comforter and each other's comfort is far more enticing than getting out of bed and getting dressed.
Despite our plans for the day, this morning is no different. In slow motion, and unaware we're even doing it, we nestle together under the thick blankets. Now that we've adjusted and I'm spooning you, we start drifting off again. You unconsciously reach back and grab the back of my thigh and pull my knee over you. You're wearing a shirt that's too big for you (I'm not even sure where it came from) no bra, and some modest cotton panties that are slightly cheeky. I'm wearing some flannel pajama bottoms that you bought me because you were tired of me sleeping in my boxers and no shirt. Now that you're being bear-hugged by most of my body and we're pressed together just how you like it, your hand drifts up behind you to my wasteband. You don't mean anything by it, but you let your four fingers slip under my wasteband near the small of my back, your thumb hooked on the outside. Your touch on my back wakes me up just a little. Neither of us know what's going on yet.
We're both on our left sides and my left arm is under your pillow. My right hand is laying lazily on your bare outer thigh. I draw it up your leg and under your shirt to your ribs, stopping there. I was just trying to get comfortable, and I like to feeling of your bare skin. My movement wakes you up ever so slightly and you roll a little forward onto your stomach, sliding your outer knee in front of you, which opens your legs a little. I'm starting to have coherent thoughts now, and I can feel your ass move against my hips, partly covered by your panties, but partly exposed skin. I move my hand back down your side, this time to the back of your thigh. You moved it a little far away before, so I resort to brushing my fingertips up the back of your thigh from your knee to the line of your underwear. It's pleasently warm under the covers. Perfectly warm.
You're starting to stir now, and you love the feeling of my fingers barely touching you, not even in any particular place. I widen my stroke a bit, letting my hand run from your knee, all the way up your ass cheek, across your lower back, and up between your shoulder blades. I momentarily think that I like that you haven't been wearing bras to bed lately. It was a subtle change, but so much more comfortable when we cuddle.
You're more aware of what's happening now, but you're still only half awake, if that. You roll over flat onto your stomach legs straight and only slightly spread, giving me free access to your whole back side, still loving every inch of my hand movement. I'm mostly awake now, and my imagination is starting to race.
I'm thinking about last night when I got a text from you. It said "find a place in the house to wait for me, get yourself hard, then send me a picture when you're ready". You were driving home and only minutes away. I decided on the laundry room just to be funny, and followed your instructions. I love it when you're forward with me. I stripped my pants off and started touching myself. I took a picture of myself propped up on top of the machine with a full erection and shot it to your phone. After getting my racy picture, you found me sitting on top of the dryer. You gave me a slow, deliberate blowjob. It took a long time because you brought me right to the edge a few times, but didn't let me cum. Such a tease. After 15 minutes of pure heaven, you let me cum and pulled me deep into your mouth at exactly the right time, holding on as I bucked against you in an explosive orgasm. You swallow everything, and pull me forward to make out with you…
Back in the bedroom, as I'm laying there spooning you, I shudder just thinking about the whole scene. I let my hand drift right down the middle of your back, between your ass cheeks but outside your underwear. I don't stop until my fingers are right between your legs and I can feel the extra warmth of your pussy under the cotton. I can tell I've sent a bolt of lightning through your body because all of a sudden your hips are rocking ever so slightly forward and backwards against my hand. You spread your legs a little wider, inviting me to do whatever my imagination has come up with.
You're still on your stomach, both hands under your pillow. I pull my arm out from under you and sit up on my elbow, both of us still burried under our down comforter. I reach under you with all four fingers together. My figners wrap against your public area, my palm pressed against your pussy, and my thumb between your ass cheeks. You love it when I give you such firm and total pressure from front to back. Now your hips are really moving. You're grinding against my palm, your clit and pussy are both rubbing hard into my hand, my thumb is just a little extra sensation. I can feel your panties starting to get hot and wet fast. By now, I've been rock hard for 20 minutes and my heart is racing as I look at your tight, athletic body.
I sit all the way up and straddle your legs, pulling them together. The blankets fall off my back, but the cool air feels nice since it was starting to get really warm under the covers. I reach under your hips, gripping them firmly. You love the feeling that I've got you hard by the hips and I can make you move however I want. That's not what I have in mind, however. Instead I slide your panties off slowly. Once they're down and off your feet, you slide your legs wide apart, letting me know that my job wasn't done.
This is one of my favorite positions. With you flat on your stomach, I have great access to your pussy from behind to work with my hand. I reach down between your legs, putting one finger on either side of your clit and my hand against your pussy. You're dripping wet now and I remove my hand immediately to lick my fingers. I love the taste of you so much. You're disappointed that I was there so briefly, and moan to let me know. I immediately return my hand to its position and start to slowly rub your clit and amazing pussy. My other hand is on your left hip, firmly holding your hip bone. Your moans are getting loader and your breathing harder. A few minutes of slow grinding leaves you hungry for more, and harder, and faster.
I move my hand from your pussy to my mouth again, I can't get enough. My left hand leaves your hip and I move it to your clit. My right hand, all wet from you, goes back to your pussy. Still massaging your clit with one hand, I slide two fingers from my right hand into you. Now rubbing you with both hands, I have full control. You're more euphoric with every passing second. I'm going hard and fast now, pressing two fingers against your clit, the other two thrusting into you up to my knuckles. I'm hooking my fingers slightly to make sure I don't miss your G-spot. And I'm hitting it. Hard. Your legs are shaking and you're moaning into your pillow. Both my hands are dripping wet from you and taking deep breaths is all I can do not to cum just by looking at you. I can't stand it anymore. I want you on my face. I want you smothering me. I want a mess, and I want it now.
I grab your hips and pull them up into the air, sliding you back in the bed. I flip over onto my back and sit low against the pillows under you. I get a firm grip of some of your hair and pull you to my ear. "Turn around and grind my face into the headboard". I let your hair go and you don't waste any time. I've arranged myself at exactly the right height. On all fours, you turn around and back up against me. Your pussy is firmly pressed against my mouth. I drive my tongue deep into your pussy, as deep as it goes. You are so turned on that my chin is already dripping. This is so fucking hot. By shifting just an inch, I can put my hand against your clit again and lick your ass. An entirely new combination of sensations, you go crazy again. I'm flicking my tongue lightly over your ass, my hand driving against your clit.
Only now realizing the position you're in, you violently rip my pants down off my hips and around my thighs. Taking my throbbing cock deep into your mouth right away, I moan against your ass. We're escalating quickly.
I reach over to the nightstand and grab the Hitachi vibrator. Back in position, my tongue drives deep into your pussy as I crank the vibrator straight to the highest setting. I'm fucking you as deep as I can with my tongue, the vibrator now pressed hard against your clit, and you're ravaging my dick with your mouth. We're both moments from cumming and we know it's going to happen all of a sudden at the same time. We brace ourselves.
All of a sudden, you thrust your hips back even harder. Stuck between your pussy and the headboard, I can't breathe! But I love it so fucking much. You're shaking and convulsing against my face, and I clench hard as I explode at the same time. Like last night, you bury my dick with your mouth at exactly the right moment. We're both violently shaking, our bodies tensed, cumming into each other's mouths. After an erotic pleasure eternity, we both collapse onto our backs. We slide so our heads are together and laugh for a minute. We're so fucking hot. And we know it.
Neither of us really wants to clean up the mess, loving the evidence of the lovemaking we just did. Instead we choose a messy 5-minute makout session. We can taste each other and ourselves. It's all so hot, we want to go at it all over again. But we have plans. Reluctantly, we roll out of bed and stumble lazily into a hot shower together.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3qmgxw/a_lazy_sunday_morning_mf
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