My [F38] bedroom is my favorite room in the house because it's painted a lovely blue and has two windows. On weekends in the summer, the morning light wakes me up softly, suffusing the space comfortably, without any harshness as I open my eyes for the first time, lying on my back in bed. I'm always the first to wake. There's no weight to the day on a morning like this. I can do anything I want, for as long as I want.

I stretch, my heels pressing toward the foot of the bed and my fingertips grazing the blue wall just behind its head. The covers cling to my hips, so the top edge pulls below my bare breasts with the movement. Glancing to my left I can see my husband [41M] is still asleep, on his right side facing my direction. We'll see how long that lasts. I roll onto my own right side and stretch again, this time like a cat, my back arching back toward him and my arms reaching out to my front. I shimmy backwards into the curve of his body; I feel his body heat hit my skin the moment before his skin does. He's still half asleep but senses me and throws his left arm around my waist–bingo! I smile a little. I grab his hand and kiss his palm. Instead of moving his hand back to my waist I move it to my breast and wait. I inhale deeply, enjoying his musky scent and the warmth of his chest against my back, his thighs against the backs of mine. Exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale, my chest expanding, my breasts lifting with each breath.

He's rising into awareness of my body pressed against his. He strokes the curve of my breast with his thumb. He rolls my hardening nipple between his index and middle fingers. I purr and wriggle in response. I'm wearing pink mesh high cut panties with a floral embroidered pattern in the front. I reach a hand back and stroke his thigh. His attention to my breast intensifies. He murmurs a good morning in my ear. All I reply with is “HHMmmmm…” I'm letting my body talk. I roll back onto my back nudging him a little with my left hip as I do. I can feel his swiftly hardening length through the mesh of my panties as my left ass cheek drags along his manhood on its way to the mattress. The shift alters gravity’s direction relative to my curves and I begin to feel my own fluid dripping slowly down my labia toward the gray cotton bedhseet. I know if he could see me I'd be glistening.

I lift my shoulders just a bit off the mattress, propped on my elbows, and he buries his face in my cleavage. His beard is soft against the twin swells of my chest. My tits are a plush DDD, big enough that the tip of his nose is nestled in my pale flesh. His beard tickles and I laugh. I'm excited for him to discover how wet I am but I want him to discover it himself. I throw my head back when he circles a nipple with his tongue, I let out a moan when he sucks it. It feels like a rubber band of nerves connecting my nipple to my cunt. An elastic tension draws sensation back and forth along the line between them. His attention on my tits feels like an insistent pull at my pussy, from the inside. I'm incredibly aware of the space opening within me. My hips are weaving subtly in a tiny figure eight, my ass just barely lifted off the mattress, still touching it, but the roundness of my ass cheeks uncompressed by my full body weight. He rests on one elbow and smooths his other palm down the curve of my breast, along my soft stomach, twisting his wrist so his fingertips aim toward the scalloped top edge of my embroidered panties. I gasp a little in anticipation. His hand slips beneath my panties and he slips his expert middle finger along my soaking wet entrance without inserting it. I'm delighted, and needy, and the sound I make is “Nnngg…” I let myself fall flat, freeing my hands to reach for his face. My thighs fall open. My pelvis tilts to rock against his palm, driving his middle and ring finger slightly inside me.

Fingers buried in his beard, tracing his jaw line toward his ears, I pull him to my lips too quickly: our teeth click together, his hand slips out of my underwear. I laugh more. I feel like floating. I shove his shoulder playfully and he let's himself fall onto his back flat. I follow the movements, swinging a leg up and over him so I straddle him on my knees, sitting on his groin. He rakes his fingers down my hips and thighs, pulling my panties down with them until they rest beneath the curve of my ass, unable to get free because of my straddle. I lift one knee and then the other as he pulls them off one leg at a time. The smell of sex lingers between us as I twist my hips and grind against his hard cock through his boxers. I lean forward to kiss him passionately as I run both hands over his chest. Our tongues twist together. He's gripping my thighs. I sit up and back a little so I can rub the full length of his dick through those boxers with both hands before pulling the fabric off him. Once it's gone I stroke my fingers up his thighs as I slowly drag my tongue from the base of his cut cock to the tip. When my bottom lip is just grazing the edge of his glans I open wider and wrap my mouth around him. He is steel hard and so enticing. I swirl my tongue around his head and hum in appreciation of his shape. I pull him further, feeling his head reach the back of my tongue as I try to touch my nose to his stomach. Still can't quite get there. I play with him, moving his cock in and out of my mouth, sometimes opening my mouth to and locking eyes with him so he can see the how big he is against my tongue.

I get a taste of salt on the top of his dick that makes me even wetter. I'm imagining what his orgasm will feel like, flashing back and forth between possibilities: A deep powerful load inside me? Or a shocking splash of his seed across my chest? I don't decide yet, I just want to ride him immediately. This little oral interlude is really just a tease.

I release his cock from my mouth with a bit of a smile and haul my body up his until my pussy is positioned perfectly. I'm dripping, completely slick, and I slide onto his fully erect manhood with practiced ease. I want him so bad I pick up the pace right away. I'm bouncing my hips up and down with enough enthusiasm that my tits are bouncing too. He stares at my face with an intense blue gaze and it sets my skin on fire. He puts a long-fingered hand on my hip and slides his thumb toward my center, then rubs my clit in little circles while I'm riding him hard. It's incredible. I'm already close to My vision goes white–or maybe my mind just refuses to interpret my sensations visually for a second. Suddenly I'm overwhelmed by all my muscles contracting. I come hard, my thighs and cunt fluttering in the afterglow as I fall forward, gasping into his neck.

He deftly compensates for my collapse by lifting his hips and pulling down both of mine, driving into me even though I lack the strength to keep riding him in my post ecstatic stupor. He feels even thicker and harder than usual in the shuddering grip of my pussy. He is growling softly and the speed of his thrusts increases. He has locked eyes with me again. “Tell me where you want my cum,” he urges me. I am sure now. “Spray it all over my tits… please, give it to me!” The last bit comes out almost as a squeak, my vocal chords a tight with anticipation or my diaphragm reacting to the power of his fucking. I'm not sure which and I certainly couldn't care less. It could also be that as the word “please” left my lips, he was flipping me to my back again and kneeling at my shoulder. I propped myself back up on my elbows and looked up at him as stroked his cock, still slick from my own orgasm six inches from my nose. I grin and shimmy upward a little so the head of his iron shaft plunges into my cleavage with every outward stroke. He whispers how close he is and I pinch one of my nipples while I watch. I reach out my other hand to tickle his balls.

His torso stiffens for an instant and then he cries out loud as his load explodes onto me. One, two, three distinct eruptions of his seed onto my skin. He paints both tits with hot cum, a little globule dripping perfectly off my left nipple another blocked by his right ring finger. We laugh together as he point out the outlier drops on my rib cage, in my belly button, and the underside of my chin. He makes a remark about getting my face next time. I slurp up the cum from his finger. He licks some off my breasts and sweetly removes the rest with a cloth. This morning I've gotten exactly what I wanted. We fall back asleep together until the sun is high.