In the middle of the night, I woke up with a raging erection and an insatiable desire for my wife. I looked at her, who was still fast asleep in my arms. I did eveyrhing I could in hopes of lulling her awake: peppering her with kisses, rubbing her thighs gently, and quiet whispers of her name.

Nothing was working, and all I could muster was for her to roll over onto her back. I was bummed, but not entirely disappointed. There was no shame in masturbation (I just had to make sure I didn't wake her up). I pulled my underwear down, determined to not waste a good hard-on. I grabbed the base of my cock and stroked upwards. There was no need to rush, so I took my sweet time to enjoy myself.

I spit on my hand and attended to my cock until it was slick with a good coat of saliva. My thumb teased the tip and I wrapped my hand around my shaft, continuing to stroke along my entire length.

My eyes closed and my mind filled with a highlight reel of my favorite escapades with my wife. Everything from the sensual and sweet to the hot and heavy. I found myself thrusting into my hand, wishing it was my wife instead. Moans and grunts were inevitable, even as I tried to keep quiet.

Getting lost in pleasure, I lost track of the amount of noise and movement I made. My wife stirred, rolling onto her side to face me. Sweat beaded on my forehead. Should I stop?

Her arm wrapped around me, resting across my hips. She was caught off guard by the sensation of my bare skin against her arm and my evident lack of pants. Her eyes darted open and I stopped dead in my tracks.

I saw her peer down as I lifted my hips, prepared to put my clothes back on. She took me by surprise when she took a handful of my cock and giving it a squeeze.

“Fuck,” she whispered with a content smile. “You're so hard.”

I stammered an apology, saying sorry for basically anything that came to mind that made sense for the moment, and she stopped me, trying to reassure me. She snuggled up closer to me, laid her head on my chest and cooed, “you should keep going.”

While I couldn't see her face, I could only imagine what sort of face she was making. Would I find a lusty grin? Or curious concentration? I didn't even know if she fell back asleep or if her eyes were locked on me, waiting for me to continue.

But even the idea of having an audience only heightened my arousal. I felt my dick twitch and grabbed it once again. I stroked slowly at first, easing into it. I was in no particular hurry. I found myself moaning under my breath, which pleased my wife. While she didn't say anything, I would hear occasional hums of approval from her.

Without even actively touching me, my wife was driving me crazy. My imagination ran wild. I thought about how it feels to bury my cock deep inside her. I thought about how impossibly hot she is when she rides me. I thought about her perfect lips and the way she uses them to give the best blowjobs.

My mind lingered on that last thought for much longer than I intended. Her head was already lying on my chest. She wouldn't have to move far to start sucking me off. I pictured her bobbing her head on my cock and found myself stroking faster.

“Baby,” I called out in between desperate whimpers, “can you put your mouth on it?”

My wife looked up at me, and I fully expected her to say no. Rather than answer, she sat up against the headboard. She pointed to her open mouth, presenting her tongue to me.

Eagerly, I repositioned myself. I had a knee on either side of her, and her mouth was at the perfect height for my cock. I inched closer, guiding my tip to her tongue. Her tongue wasted no time swirling around the head.

Her hands squeezed my ass, pulling me into her mouth. I felt her lips squeeze along my shaft, taking me slowly, inch-by-inch until they touched the base. She let go off my ass, dripping her arms downs, effectively giving me the reins. I pulled out of her mouth and placed my hands on her head, running my fingers through her hair. I moved my hips to return my cock to her mouth and started with shallow thrusts, only sticking the head of my cock in.

I let myself thrust deeper and deeper, savoring the feeling. She’s usually one to take control during a blowjob, and it was a refreshing change of pace to take charge. My wife’s mouth felt amazing. Even as I pushed in as deep as I could, I was impressed by the fact that she took it all while making it look effortless. As my cock hit the back of her throat, I tugged her hair. The moan she let out, mouth full and muffled by my cock was enough to set me off.

My hips moved faster. I didn’t need to push in deep with every stroke. The best feeling was the way her lips and tongue stimulated along my length. I cursed under my breath, groans involuntarily escaped my lips.

My wife still had a few tricks up her sleeve. Her hands returned to cup and squeeze my ass again, holding me in place and letting her take the lead. Her mouth worked my cock, keeping my same pace whole incorporating a twisting of her mouth along my cock.

Fuck, I wanted to come so badly. I braced myself, hands practically clawing the wall. My labored breaths were an indication that my climax grew closer, signaling my wife to suck faster and harder. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I balled a clump of her hair from the back of her head in my hand and held her still. I pulled my cock out from her mouth. It was glistening in her saliva, dripping precum, and absolutely throbbing in my hand.

The temptation to come all over her pretty face was strong, but I held off to ask her, “where do you want it?”

My wife caught onto the urgency in my voice, knowing I would erupt at any moment, only a few strokes away. She quickly removed her shirt, revealing her perfect tits. “Make a mess on my chest, baby.”

I pumped my cock rapidly, desperate for release. My wife looked up at me patiently awaiting her reward as she watched me stroke. My eyes locked onto her breasts. The first rope shot out hard, landing perfectly on target. Subsequent splatters left my wife’s body covered in my cum.

I don’t know what came over me, but I found myself drawn to her chest. I took her nipple into my mouth and was shocked to be met with the taste of my own cum. It was a salty sort of flavor with a hint of sweetness and a texture I wasn’t used to.

“Oh, fuck,” my wife reacted to the sight before I moved up to kiss her passionately. The taste of my cum lingered, and the thought of sharing it with her was a new sensation that had never crossed my mind before. I lapped up another bit of cum off her breasts, taking more this time and let it swirl in my mouth before sharing another deep kiss with my wife. Our lips locked and I pushed my tongue into her mouth. We got lost in the moment, swapping and sharing the cum back and forth. I could taste myself on her lips and tongue and it was intoxicating.

After I cleaned the remainder of my mess up, wiping my wife down with a towel, I pulled her in close to hold her. I kissed her forehead and stroked her hair until we eventually drifted off to sleep.