My early morning.
I woke this morning to a dampness between my thighs from a dream I cannot remember. I sleep naked and have for thrity plus years. My hand was immediately drawn to my wetness, my fingers massaging my damp petals. I let out a gasp at my own touch as I slipped two fingers deep inside and pressed my thumb on my stiffening clitoris. My husband lay next to me in bed sleeping as I finger fucked myself to multiple orgasms. As the sun crept in the shuttered windows I pulled my sopping fingers from my leaking cunt, raised my hand to my mouth and sucked my juices from them. I rose moments later, leaving a pool of my nectar there on the bed sheets next to my still sleeping husband, went to the kitchen and made coffee, wondering if he will roll onto my wet spot and what he will think or do.
You must be logged in to post wall comments or like a story. Please login or signup (free).