Sick Time

So it's midnight on Wednesday, and I've been asleep for about an hour when my wife comes in and wakes me. "Honey, the baby is sick." she says, and I groggily help her tend to our beautiful little girl, who is fussing and wailing with a stomach virus. We all lie down together in bed, and as our baby princess settles down, my wife whispers to me, "Sorry about this.. something always seems to be coming up these days." We haven't had sex in about three weeks, and frankly, I'm getting a little tired of playing with myself in the shower. But I'm a good husband. "It's alright," I whisper, lying next to her, enjoying her soft, sexy scent and her smooth bare back against my chest. "I'll live." The baby quiets down a little, and then a little more, and she starts gently stroking my arm, a sure sign she's in the mood. My dick immediately starts to rise, as I return the gentle stroking, kissing her softly on the back of the neck. Slowly, agonizingly, her hand drifts downward, fumbling at the top of my underpants, reaching for the hardness inside. Fourteen years of sex has made her quite the expert at the hand job, and she runs her soft fingers up and down my shaft, cradling my balls, tugging lightly at the head, the kind of expertise one gets from almost half a lifetime of sex. Of course, she expects the same in return, but usually she's facing me when we do this, but tonight she's facing away. I'm already stroking her leg, and I run my hand up her thigh towards her panties and the tender warmth underneath. Normally I'd have her take them off, but I'm tired, and it's late, so I reach my hand around from behind, and gently rub her pussy with my thumb. I'm aiming for the clit, of course, but it's hard to know whether I'm hitting it exactly, the angle is a little strange. She doesn't ever talk about how it feels, so I don't know whether it's working for her or not. Our routine is pretty good - we play with each other until she gets close to cumming, and then I "climb aboard" and we usually finish up together. Sometimes, especially if I've masturbated right before bed, I can get her to cum twice before I'm spent, which I always enjoy. The only way I know whether she's enjoying a new technique is if she starts pulling at my penis faster, and more insistently, and she's not doing that. But she's breathing funny, and she hasn't told me to switch positions, so I'm getting mixed signals. I keep rubbing my thumb around the outside of her panties, pushing gently, taking my time, enjoying the mellow ecstasy of our physical, emotional and intellectual oneness. But she's still not pulling any faster, so I decide to try the overhand route, and I pull my hand out from behind, and run it back over her stomach, again pushing and rubbing gently against her clitoris through her soft cotton underpants. And almost immediately, she squeezes my shaft, the sign that she's hit her orgasm, and with her free hand she presses my fingers against her pussy, and I carefully tease the orgasm out of her, pushing and relaxing, rubbing fast and slow, while she arches her back, gasping quietly as her body trembles in waves as the pleasure rushes through her. "Wow.. that was awesome" I think, smiling secretly n in the dark, glad for her pleasure, and glad that I can give her those great orgasms. "You cheated." she whispers, as she pulls off her underwear. "How do you want me?" "However you want." I respond, my underwear immediately joining hers at the bottom of the bed, my dick twitching in eagerness. She rolls over on her back, smiling sweetly as she opens herself up to me, and I come in smoothly, and the warmth of her womb envelops me. After three kids, her pussy isn't the tight hole that it used to be, more like a warm, soft bathrobe that gently wraps itself around me. But honestly, I think it's better this way. I can last a lot longer, which means she comes more often, and I get to fuck my wife for twice as long. It's a win-win! I spend half a minute just enjoying the warmth, enjoying the near-perfection of the moment before I start pumping. This is the best kind of fucking - she's already come, so I can lose myself in it, just enjoy the pleasure, without all the mind games I have to play to keep myself from coming too early. Besides, I have an excuse to go fast... we both know that if I take too long, my daughter will wake up, and we'll have to stop. But the fates are not with me, and after just a few moments, my dear daughter wakes up and starts crying. Sighing, my wife and I part, and she rolls over, placing her breast in my daughter's mouth. Staring at my wife's smooth ass, I contemplate finishing myself off, but few things annoy her more than me jerking off while she's tending to a sick kid. (And frankly, when I'm not surging with sex hormones, I certainly can't blame her.) So I pull away, letting the erection go. I help her with the baby for a while, but she's inconsolable, and I have to get up early in the morning for work. Finally, my wife picks up our daughter, and carries her to the spare bedroom to finish nursing, leaving me to relive the experience in my mind, the stroking, the warmth of her pussy, her gasping orgasm, until my dick surges, throbbing with pleasure as I leave gobs of cum on my tshirt. I take it off, leaving it beside the bed as I snuggle under the covers and close my eyes, and I smile as I think of the different ways I might rub her off tomorrow night.