I woke up, as I’d half guessed I would but was still thrilled to realise, to the firm pressure of my wife’s lips on my cock. Still half asleep and feeling contentedly entitled (well it was my birthday) I lay there passively, my else still closed, as she worked away, eventually sending a lazy hand down under the blankets to stroke her hair as I blew some quiet kisses her way, before slumping back into relaxed arousal. I don’t know how long she’d been working it but she gave the best blow jobs of anyone I knew and it didn’t seem long in my foggy state before I was ready to blow. I knew she’d gladly swallow me, but I was turned on by the idea that she had to and so I sent the lazy hand back down again to press gently on the back of her neck and hold her head onto me as I came.
She crawled up the bed and nuzzled into my neck, I wrapped my arms around her and – it seems – fell back to sleep.