The next morning, I woke up just before Lara. I lay awake, and just before Lara woke up, I had an idea. When I heard her stirring, I feigned the deep, even cadence of sleep breathing. I could feel Lara looking over my face, searching to see if I was really asleep. When I felt her presence pull back, I cracked my eyes open just a bit, and oh fuck yes, Lara pulled her flannel nightgown over her head, and I saw the hot, shapely sexy body of my wife. Seeing her nude for only the second time since our marriage, my cock grew fast.
I opened my eyes a bit wider, as she paraded around the bedroom. I worked on keeping that sleep breathing sound, and she never even looked back at me. Perfect, I feasted my eyes on the big, round tits, her nipples were stiff, I ached to play with her sexy milk jugs. I watched, drinking my fill as she turned this way and that, grabbing all the hot views I could get. Her body curved downward, waist nipped in, her stomach was lean, making her jugs look even larger. The hips had once hell of a curve, that neatly trimmed nest of pubic hair, as blonde as the hair on her head. Still that perfect ass, god, I wanted to jump her, throw her down on the bed and fuck every hole she had. Unlike our wedding night, I knew that Stephanie would be coming to me right after Lara left, and she would take care of my morning wood.