In the middle of the night, I woke to the sound of my wife digging through the contents of her side table’s drawer.

“What are you looking for?” I asked groggily. Suddenly, she stopped moving and I rubbed my eyes open confusedly, seeing she was clad in only her bra and panties.

She blushed, frozen in place, toy in hand, as if I’d caught her red-handed. My wife answered me shyly, “You were sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake you, so I wanted to use my friend.”

I laughed at the euphemism. After laying my head back down, I scooted closer to her, wrapped an arm around her, and kissed her cheek, and whispered in her ear, “well, don’t stop on my behalf.”

She shuddered with excitement, messing with her vibrator to get it to the right settings. I closed my eyes and feigned sleepiness, content to hold her while she played.

I focused on the sounds: the rustle of the sheets as she kicked off her shorts, the buzz and hum of her toy, the light gasp as it made contact with her clit, and the low moans she attempted to suppress in an effort to not wake me.

I focused on how she felt under my fingertips, her skin was warm to the touch, soft, goosebumps forming the longer she played. I ran my hand along my wife’s side, tracing small circles until it wandered up. I wiggled my way under her bra, indulging in a squeeze of her supple breast. My thumb teased her hardening nipples.

My wife let me explore her body while she continued to enjoy herself. I opened my eyes, no longer wishing to keep up my facade up of being asleep (my wife knew I couldn't keep my hands off her). I focused on the sight of her: her careful, concentrated expression and the way she caressed her other breast, pulling her bra down to bare her nipple to me. She spread her legs, entangling them with mine, and the bed rocked as she ground against her vibrator.

My hand had since traveled across her body, down her stomach, until it found its current resting spot on her inner thigh. The light tremors of her legs only increased in intensity, resorting to shaking the longer time went on. I moved my fingers closer toward her pussy, teasing them under her panties and tracing gently along her wetness.

She whined. Indistinguishable mumblings turned into soft pleas: “Finger me. Please, baby.”

I applied with two fingers right off the bat. She was plenty wet already so I thrusted them in and out slowly. I took her nipple into my mouth, pinching it gently between my teeth and sucking on it devotedly.

“How many fingers do you have inside?” She asked me. I answered her and she paused. I watched as she bit her lip. A grin formed on her face, and she gave me one more request, “Can I have one more?”

The rhythm of her moans was broken up completely when I added another digit. I could tell how concentrated she was by her quiet, deep exhale. It took her everything to not go crazy and come on the spot. With her nipple still in my mouth, I looked up at her, deep into her eyes. She nodded desperately, giving me permission to continue. I pushed my fingers in deeper, slowly at first, so I could acclimating her to the additional thickness. At her request, I picked up my pace, letting my fingers work her pussy while my tongue flicked over her nipple.

Her pussy pulsed around my fingers, and as the contractions grew closer together, so did each of her moans which also grew louder with each breath. I maintained my pace, continued to build up her pleasure, and worked her into a needy mess.

My wife turned up her toy one last time, and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer. She squirmed and spasmed, writhing with intense pleasure. Her free hand grabbed at my scalp and held my head down to continue giving ample attention to her breasts. Expletives filled the room. Chants of “fuck,” and “shit,” dissipated into moans. Needily, she mustered one last request before she spilled over the edge, “After I come, I need your fucking cock inside me.”

I watched in glee as her eyes shut closed. Her body jerked, grinding against her toy and my fingers. Her back arched off the bed, stiffening in place and her mouth opened wide, without a single sound exiting her lips. As she came to, her eyes opened, looking right at me. From the furrow of her brows I knew she wanted me, needed me, and would not stand to wait. I eased my three fingers out of her and licked them clean, maintaining eye contact. Her eyes lit up in excitement.

I pulled my shirt off over my head and threw it off to the side, fumbling with my shorts and boxers. My hands cupped her ass and lifted her hips up to peel her panties off. I positioned myself at her opening, slapping her sensitive clit with my cock.

Welps caused by a quick jolt of pleasure escaped her throat, and she unamusedly grabbed me by my nape, pulling me down to her face. The need on her face was not enough to wipe the smug grin off mine, but I chose to be gracious to her. I took my cock in my hand and angled myself to give her what she wanted. She was soaking wet already, so I slid in easily.

My wife's fingers weaved through my hair, and the tugging suggested she didn't need the pleasantries to get used to the feeling of my cock. She needed to be fucked immediately. My hands rested on her waist while I worked my hips. Each thrust was a deep, deliberate blow that hit her favorite spots. I switched up my movements, rolling my hips so each stroke allowed her to feel every inch of me and my throbbing cock could grind against her sensitive clit. Despite the change in technique, I fucked her with the same level of fervor, earning breathy moans to match my rhythm.

I took a hold of her two ankles, resting them on my shoulders. I looked at my wife's expression. Her face was stuck in a daze of pleasure as she soaked every sensation in. Her mouth opened wide in surprise as I leaned down to pin her legs down against her torso with my body weight. I couldn’t hold back and my hips went crazy, speeding up.

“I wanna fucking breed you,” I practically growled under my breath. The rhythm of our hips clapping against each other was music to my ears, only augmented by my wife’s indulgent cries.

“Don’t you dare pull out,” she begged me. Her breaths quickened and I felt her pussy squeeze me tightly. This was it. She whined, “Fuck, baby. Come for me. I need you to come inside me.”

As I slammed into her, going as hard and fast as I could, I kissed her to muffle her sweet moans that signified her climax. I took in the moment, focusing on anything I could. I thought of every rewarding sound I drew from her lips and the echo of the pounding from each thrust. I thought of how I felt her body tremble under me, or how her hands held my waist, pulling me closer as if to not give me the chance to pull out of her. I thought of how beautiful she was as she came.

It was time to give my wife what she wanted. I wrapped my arms around her and bucked my hips into her. The cursing under my breath grew indistinguishable, turning into full-fledged moans and grunts. My cock throbbed and I shot barrage after barrage of cum into her pussy as pleasure came over me.

I kissed my wife one last time before I pulled out, rolling over to collapse next to her. We took a deep breath in unison as we exchanged a knowing glance. I nudged her with my elbow, joking to her, “aren’t you glad I woke up when I did?”

My wife laughed. “I would’ve woken you up either way.”