The sun is up and I haven’t got a wink of sleep. All I could do was look out the window and watch it rise. The morning rays highlighted the oak tree in our backyard. My flowers are in full bloom, covered in the morning dew. Birds on the feeders are singing to us, rabbits and squirrels are chasing each other all around the yard. My perfectly landscaped yard, outlined with the colors of all the flowers took hours to plant and water. Yes, the perfect home, the perfect yard, the perfect life.
I looked at my sleeping husband and gazed out the window once again. I thought of the many times over the years we watched the sunrise together. All those Sunday mornings after expensive dinners and love-making late into the night. All those times he let me stay in bed as he got up and made pancakes for our children. All those talks about our hopes and dreams. I smiled because they all had, in fact, become true.
I don’t know what came over me last night. I really don’t know. I never felt so alive! I never felt so
I looked at my sleeping husband—that face, still handsome after all these years. I pet his hair, still a full head of hair, unlike most of the other men at the reunion last night. I smiled; it may be gray now but he still had the best hair at the reunion. I look at the ceiling fan and feel sad. Well, maybe the second best. I look at him again, he looks so peaceful, so context, so happy. His hair is a mess, Sex curls! I laughed to myself.
Guess that’s what happens when your wife rides your face all night and pulls your hair so she can beat up your face with her breasts and her sex. I can’t believe I locked my knees so tightly around his head that he almost passed out! My, his hair is so… crusty. I creamed so much, all over his face, in his hair, I couldn’t believe how wild I was. I wanted to be so bad. I wanted to be fulfilled so badly, I just couldn’t stop riding his face. I softly kiss his cheek. I can still smell myself on him. He will surely sleep until noon today.
I pull the blanket up to my neck. God, I hate to sleep naked. I always get so cold. But not this morning. I feel so warm. I feel HOT! I decide to throw the blanket off so I can feel the cold breeze from the ceiling fan on my naked body. It feels, nice, especially on my breasts. They are so sore from his 5 o’clock shadow and from the marks he left when I begged him to bite my small pink nipples over and over again. It will take a long bubble bath and a braless weekend in a soft sweatshirt to make them feel better.
I run one finger across them, very slowly. Ohhhhhhhh… so, so nice… My nipples hardened as I think, I wonder who he took to his room last night? My other hand runs down my belly. Ohhhhh… My fingers run though the hair just above my sex. Crusty, just like my husband’s hair. I smile and moan softly. I touch myself there, and think of him.
I wonder who he went home with? That slut Donna no doubt. Homecoming queen at school, blow job queen in the back seat of his car. She and her cheerleader friends must have had sex with most of the guys on the football and basketball team. And they were all so mean in gym class and the locker room, always picking on the awkward girls. They thought it was so funny to nail them in dodgeball. Good thing the basketball girls and I were there. They would hide behind us and we would either catch the cheerleaders’ throws or pick up the balls and nail them right back. I would aim for Donna every time.
All I could think about was seeing her walking down the halls during passing periods holding his hand as they passed me. I would give her a dirty look that let her know I had a crush on him. She always smirked back and put her head on his shoulder just for me. I loved to wing the ball at her and knock her out of the game. I always aimed for her boobs, they were so big you could never miss them. I owned them on the gym floor every dodgeball game. They always got us back in the locker room. They could not wait to unzip their one-piece gym suits and let them fall to the floor to show off their great bodies. Then they would stand there talking in their undies, talking about all the cute guys who were chasing them.
I could not get my clothes on fast enough. None of us had the body to compare with them. I could not help but sneak a look at her, her huge soft breasts peeking out of her tight bras. Her golden hair, everywhere… I wondered to myself how many times he put his hand up her top. How many times he pulled it off over her head, unsnapped her bra, and put his mouth all over her perfect 36 D boobs. How often did he suck her huge brown nipples that always show under whatever top she wore to school? I wondered if he would ever put his mouth on my “almost not even there” boobs. Yes, he surely had sex with her after the reunion.
I cupped my right breast with my left hand. I rolled the tip of my nipple between my finger and my thumb. ohhhhh. I always knew deep down in my heart he would never touch me like this. I moaned softly as my husband rolled over and put his back to me. I closed my eyes and envisioned Eddie’s handsome face, the way it was back in high and the way it was now. I slipped one finger inside my sex. Ohhhhh. I always knew he would never touch me there, never use his finger to break down my resistance and get me naked and do whatever he wanted to me. I press my thumb to the top of my sex. Ohhhhhhhh god… Mmmmmmmmmm…
As my husband slept, I worked my finger faster and deeper and pressed my clit harder and harder until I arched my hips up and had the most intense orgasm of my life. I cupped my fingers and scooped my wetness up to and all over my bush. Then I rolled away from my husband and finally fell asleep wondering if Donna had gained 30 or 40 pounds since high school. And, I dreamed of him yet again.
