Well, She's Sleeping Soundly

Today, we spent a long afternoon with her family.
Her mom, her father, her brother, his wife, and their messed up son.
It was exhausting.

We played the part of good daughter, son, aunt, uncle, whatever...we hosted, we cooked, we chatted, and we made nice. Around about five o'clock, my wife and I were outside smoking a cigarette and we both admitted we were ready for them all to leave.
A small part of my brain said "hell yes!" The rest pretended to be happy to have had them over.

Two hours later, they were all gone. Dinner was take-away Indian food. My wife and I shared a bottle of wine. She was exhausted emotionally and physically and the wine seemed to hit her pretty hard.

Two hours later, the house was quiet, my wife is passed out on the couch, and I started to help her into bed. A small part of her was still awake and grateful for my patience with her family. Although she was drunk, she was lovingly expressing her gratitude...sloppy kisses, heartfelt thanks, and awkward caresses up and down my thigh and my cock.

I tucked her into bed and went to brush my teeth.

When I came back, she had kicked the covers off. Her slim body was exposed--her small breasts pushing against the tank top, her silky panties hugging her mound, and her thighs fallen naturally apart as she lay on her back snoring softly. I brushed my teeth and climbed into bed without any expectations, understanding the relief and the quantity of alcohol she was feeling.

When I climbed into bed, though, she was slightly awake. She turned toward me and dr**ed her knee across my thighs and her arm across my chest. I settled in, grateful for the warmth, and closed my eyes.

I have no idea how long it was, but my eyes opened. Her foot was between my knees and her thigh lay warmly across my cock. My hand was on her firm, warm belly and the heat of her body enveloped me under the overs.

I stroked her soft skin experimentally, running my hand from her hip bone up under her top to cup and caress her breast. She moaned in response but didn't seem to know what was going on. Her head did turn toward me, though, and her lips nuzzled my cheek. I took this for a good sign and kept it up, rubbing her belly and her breasts and kissing her soft lips.

All of this action had my cock growing, naturally, and I wanted more. My hand left her breasts and worked its way under her waistband, stroking the trimmed hair of her mound and rubbing the creases between her pussy and her thighs. She sighed happily and her legs fell open more

Without a second thought, my fingers traced the contours of her mound and the silky skin of her inner thighs. This brought a sigh of reaction, so I kept doing it. I caressed her labia, cupped her whole pussy, and kissed her neck as I stimulated her groin.

When I finally let my fingers trace the line of her labia, I found her slick with excitement despite her half-awake response. I pushed my boxers down to my thighs and let my thick, hard cock spring out to bump against her warm skin.

Because I'm a gentleman, I pulled her head toward me and kissed her lips softly, trying to wake her up. Her lips pursed in response, but that was it. No stroking, no indication that she felt my cock, and nothing but snores to show I was making her react at all.

"Fuck that!" I thought to myself.

I pulled her leg up higher where it crossed my thigh. No response.
I stroked her pussy lips and felt the heat radiated from her crotch. No response.
I moved my hand up and pushed her tank top over her breasts, freeing them for my enjoyment. While I pinched her far nipple, I leaned in and sucked the closer one hard, flicking my tongue across the firm tip while I played with her body. Her back arched a bit to urge me on, but her breathing remained deep and even.

As horny as I was, I couldn't stop there. On the next down-stroke of her labia, I pulled back and let my fingers trace the line of her pussy. Happily, I felt the slickness of arousal and my fingertips dipped inside her just a bit, spreading her juices along the path of my fingers.

Shifting my hips, I pulled her leg fully across myself and scooted down a bit, creating room for myself between her thighs. Abandoning her pussy, I pulled my cock into position against her warm leg and twisted until I had a good angle. In the darkness of the bedroom, I smiled to myself--another great night.

My cock was already drooling pre-cum when I rubbed it up and down her labia. When I aimed the head into her opening and thrust a little bit, I groaned happily and felt her pussy open just a bit to let me in.

Another shift of my hips and my cock was lined up with her pussy completely. Wiggling gently, I gasped as I felt her labia open up to admit me and I felt her body relax as I thrust inside her a few inches. Slick heat enveloped me and I moaned happily and laid my head back against the pillow. With a few more gentle thrusts, I was fully inside her--my cock gripped by her tight, slick pussy and her soft pubes rubbing against mine as she lay quietly beside me.

Once I was certain she didn't know, I pulled my hips back and felt her pussy lips grabbing my cock head. With a slow, firm thrust, I felt her body welcome me into its depths, slick and hot.

After only a few minutes, I felt myself losing control and the orgasm rose between us. Deep inside her, my cock pulsed and jet after jet flew along my cock to splash against her cervix. There is no better feeling in the world! Her leg relaxed afterward and her panties slipped back into place against my softening cock.

The next morning, she made me coffee and kissed me passionately as a thank-you for putting up with her family. When she climbed on top of my thickening erection and guided me into her pussy, I smiled in the vague shadows of dawn and accepted the thanks she offered, pleased at the outcome and doubly pleased that I got away with the night before.