[MF] The message I sent to my sleeping wife that resulted in her waking me with sex after she read it

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 to the other inner thigh again, down your leg, and then repeat the whole movement in reverse. Back and forth.

Eventually, as I’m passing my fingers over the front of your panties, 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 realise 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.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/stqgev/mf_the_message_i_sent_to_my_sleeping_wife_that