Late Night Arrival

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2006, 2009

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Abstract: A man coming home late from work gets to play with his slumbering
wife

I rolled into the garage around 12:30. It had been a long night at the office,
but we finally got the program finished and shipped out the door. I closed the
door behind me quietly and slipped off my shoes before padding upstairs to the
bedroom. The television was still on (Jenny Jones was talking about women who
play with their daughters' dates, or girls who play with their dates' mothers,
or some such thing) but from your snoring you'd been asleep for some time. I
turned the TV sound down, washed my face and brushed my teeth, then took off my
clothes and got into bed.

I slid in and spent a few moments just watching you sleep, your shoulders
shifting slightly. Your nightdress had crept up in back and your long legs were
too tempting for me to ignore. I let my fingers dance lightly from your hip
down to your calf. You stirred the barest bit, then subsided back into sleep. I
rolled close and cradled my body against yours, my cock gently resting against
the cotton-covered space between your cheeks, and reached around to rub your
belly with slow, wide strokes. I was rewarded with a slow roll of your hips
making your bottom shift deliciously against my rising cock.

Smiling, I teased my hand down and up your leg, bringing my fingers to the
gusset of your panties. There was both heat and humidity there, and the pace of
your breathing began to alter. Slowly, gently, I rolled my fingertips against
that damp line, bringing them up over your mons ever so lightly. Your hand
shifted to cover mine, and I knew you were no longer sleeping. From the way you
pushed my fingers down into your cleft, I knew you weren't unhappy about being
woken either.

We moved quietly together that way for minutes, your bottom rubbing against my
shaft, my fingers between your thighs, until you squeezed my hand and gasped
and I felt your body quivering with your quiet, intense orgasm. I held you
against me, letting you come down from your peak, and lightly kissed the back
of your neck. "Happy Birthday," I murmured.

You rolled over and hugged me tight, your wet panties trapping my erection
between us. "And is this my present?" you asked teasingly. "It's already
unwrapped – where's the fun in that?"

Pushing me onto my back, you kissed me hard on the lips and began sliding your
mouth downward while your hand played between my legs. I lay back and smiled,
with the distinct feeling that I'd enjoy your birthday present as much as you
would.

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