It was still dark out and my husband’s alarm would be going off soon. I reached out under the covers and could feel his warm body. That night, he was sleeping naked. I almost always do myself. My hand felt along his side. He was so warm. I moved slowly so as to not startle him awake. My hand found his stomach. It rose gently with each breath. I love how he’s covered in soft downy hair. It’s so masculine. I slowly moved my hand down his belly until I felt the tip of his penis. He was hard in his sleep, like usual. I love it. It’s always such a welcome thing to reach over and find his cock hard and ready.
I love to rub the pad of my thumb over the smooth head of his penis. A penis has such a unique smoothness to it that’s so foreign to me. After all my years, sex never loses its novelty. Each time I touch him, it’s like the first time. He looks at me the same way. He’s always happy to see me bare my breasts. No matter what. Even if he’s sick, he loves it. Boys love their boobies. Morning wood is the hardest kind. It’s so hard. So rigid. I’m already wet between my legs. My hand barely fits around his girth, but I love to slowly slide it down his shaft. It’s amazing that something like that can completely disappear inside of me and bring me such pleasure. His testicles are soft and loose from the heat under the covers.