Late Night Arrival by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2006, 2009 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License (by-nc-sa). In jurisdictions where the Creative Commons license is not recognized, United States copyright and Berne Convention provisions apply; all rights reserved to Rajah Dodger except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain attached. 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. /END/