(If this seems familiar it is because this is a re-upload of a post I originally made on my main account. I now have a NSFW account so I have deleted the original.)
It’s late, after 1am.
You have not long come back to bed; that’s what woke me. You’ve tossed and turned a bit, and you’re facing me, resting your hand on my bicep. I know you’ve been sleeping poorly recently, so I start stroking your skin because that’s helped to settle you before.
I start with your arm that’s holding me, moving the pads of my fingers lightly across your skin, and you make a pleasant noise; something halfway between a sigh and a moan.
After a short while you roll into your back. I start stroking your other arm, because it’s closer and more accessible. When I run my fingertips over your inner elbow you make the noise again. That noise stirs something in me; I love it, and it makes me want you. But that’s not what I’m trying to do – I just want to help you relax. I stop stroking your arm and move my hand – my fingers – to your stomach; you’ve mentioned before that my gentle touch here has helped you get to sleep.
After a while of this you move your leg over to me, spreading your legs apart and touching your skin to mine. I move my hand down and start stroking the top of your thigh, right next to where you’re touching my own leg with yours. You moan/sigh again.
Fuck, now I’m hard.
I know I shouldn’t – I’m just trying to help you settle, not molest you and get off – but I start to stroke your inner thigh. I slowly and gently rub my fingertips from your knee up your leg and back down again.
After a while of this, when I get up towards the top of your leg, you flex your butt, pushing your crotch toward my fingers. It seems your body wants me to move my stroking elsewhere. I don’t want to, because if I grope you now and wake you you’ll be mad; you have work in the morning and you’re already tired.
I do want to, though. My cock twitches.
I reach over to your other leg, stroking your inner thigh again like I did on the near leg. Again, you seem to thrust toward my hand as I reach nearly to your panty line. I stop rubbing your inner thigh and start stroking the top of your leg. Down to the knee, up to the hip. I stroke up on to your underwear this time; “It’s only your hip, so I’m not groping,” I tell myself. My forearm is close to your pussy though, and I can feel it radiating the most beautiful warmth.
Fuck.
I go back to running my fingers up and down your inner thighs, but this time going from one leg to the other. Not directly over your pussy though; don’t want the sensation to be enough to wake you. I trace my fingers up your leg, meeting your panty line halfway between your pussy and your hip. I keep going, moving them onto your panties and stroke up to your hip, then across to the other hip. I make sure that I pass over your mound a little on the way over, feeling the prickles of some hairs poking through as I pass. Then I stroke down the other inner thigh again, and repeat the whole movement in reverse. Back and forth.
Eventually, as I’m passing my fingers over the front of your undies, you flex your butt again – perfectly timed so that my fingers pass over further down.
That warmth again, on my fingers this time…
Fuck…
I’m hard and twitching.
I imagine how hot it would be to put my hand in your underwear and rub your clit, for you to grind yourself on my fingers. For that to progress to a spontaneous late night fuck…
I realise I’ve been cupping your pussy in my hand for a few minutes now while I’ve been fantasising. I want so badly to be in there.
Another time, though; not now.
I notice that I need to pee; the wine from earlier has made its way through. I slowly, gently, take my hand away from your pussy; the air feeling cool in the absence of its warmth.
I wait for my cock to go down enough, then go to the bathroom.
When I get back you’re on your side, knees together, facing my side of the bed – just how you were when this all started. But I don’t resume stroking; I don’t need to. You’re settled. You need the sleep, and I need to stop before I push things too far.
I write this instead.
I’m really looking forward to the next time we can help each other cum.
I’m so fucking hungry for you again.
*****
It was hard and fast; had to be a quickie as she had work to get to.
I woke at about 6am to my shoulder being squeezed and the covers being pulled back. She climbed on top of me, kissing me on my neck and breathing heavily in my ear.
I lifted up my hips under her, reached down and removed my boxers; not easy being under someone. As soon as my cock was bare she started sliding it along between her lips, grinding her clit along the length of my morning wood. She was absolutely saturated. She reached a hand down, and in a smooth motion pushed me into her at the top of one of the strokes.
“Fuck yes!” she exclaimed quietly in my ear.
I started playing with her nipples; one between my finger and thumb, one in my mouth. I squeezed her butt cheek with my other hand, massaging it and pulling her in sync with her grinding. After a little while, not sure how long, I swapped the sides – the hand on her butt came up to the breast in my mouth, my mouth moved to the other breast, and the hand on that breast went down to the other butt cheek.
It was not long before she pulled my head up to look her in the eyes and she quietly said in a breathy voice “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”
That sent me over the edge too; looking into her eyes in the dim morning light, feeling the warm wet of her pussy along my cock, hearing her breathy gasps of pleasure, feeling her convulsing and squeezing me. I filled her up with cum, and it was no small amount after the build-up from overnight.
After a moment to catch her breath she lifted herself up off me, cum dripping out of her onto me. We were a mess! She rushed off to clean herself up and get ready for work, throwing me a dry washcloth to mop myself up.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/trt90g/mf_the_message_i_sent_to_my_sleeping_wife_that
Amazing. Loved this story when you first posted it and still love it!