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|0011| by Monocle _|____|_
(O) o Lyn finds a new way to get to
/ > sleep. Matt finds a new way to | ~~ wake up. |
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Spooning by Monocle
We went to bed spooned, as we often do, but this evening I just couldn't
seem to fall asleep. My mind wouldn't relax, and my body, though
comfortable, wouldn't really let go. You know how that happens sometimes.
The mundane niggling events of the workday just wouldn't leave my head. I
tried to distract myself with songs, memories, even for goodness
sakes, but nothing worked.
I was about to excuse myself from the bed and go to the den to read or
watch the tube or something, but stopped as I moved my hand to tap my
Matt's arm. He was fast asleep. His long deep breaths were an instant
giveaway. He rarely pretends to be asleep, but when he does, I can always
tell, his breathing is never quite the same.
I sighed. It would be a chore to get him up if I really wanted to.
Matt sleeps like a hibernating bear. It would take something akin to an
air-raid siren in the bedroom to wake him when he's really asleep. His
left arm was wrapped possessively over my side, elbow by my navel, hand
resting against my right breast. His right arm lay under both of us,
passing under my right side with the palm and fingers of that hand resting
on the top of my right leg. Though we often slept in positions similar to
this I never wondered until now whether his arm ever fell asleep like that.
Matt never mentioned it, at least.
I was curled in basically a fetal position, with Matt wrapped around me
like a giant cape. I'm pretty petite, and he's not, so I always feel...
enveloped when we lie like this, only rarely do I find it uncomfortable or
feel stuck. Almost always its more a feeling of security and warmth. This
evening I was even more aware of it as I listened to him breathe and felt
his chest expand and contract against my back. I felt totally safe. I
felt happy. I dropped my left hand onto his and snuggled into him, content
just to listen to and feel him for the rest of the night, or at least for
Sometime later I felt him get hard. A little shiver passed up my spine
as I thrilled to the warm stiffening pressing between my legs. I read that
most get erections several times a night while they sleep, even if they
aren't having sexy dreams. My Matt is no exception. His cock was pointing
down between our legs along our bodies. It pressed into the joining of my
legs as it tried to rise. I wondered what he was dreaming about, if
anything. Was it sexy? Was it about us? We're monogamous, but we've both
shared and play-acted fantasies and dreams of course have no moral
restrictions at all.
Images and memories of past dreams and games played in my head, from
silly things like "speeder seduces cop" and "quarterback nails cheerleader"
(or vice versa) to elaborate candle and rose petal bath scenarios. From
there my thoughts drifted to heavier stuff like "interrogating the
prisoner" and "knocking up (name Matt's infatuation of the month)."
I realized I was getting turned on.
A familiar pre-arousal tingling spread through my abdomen to my sex.
But while I'd been fantasizing, Matt had subsided. I still felt his member
between my upper thighs, but it was softer now, not pressing into me. I
thought for a while. I could push my way out of our cuddle, roll him over
with effort and get his attention. He doesn't wake up to noises or
jostling, but past experience has shown that a little swallowing
or impaling herself on his prick did work as a reveille call. But no.
Even though sleepless, I was tired, and it felt too good now simply to have
him around me.
If I moved my legs a bit, I could probably play with myself, in the embrace of my sleeping lover. That seemed like a decent idea, so I
gave it a try, raising my left leg a few inches and reaching my left arm
down over his, sliding over my belly into my pubic patch, to start teasing
myself with slow caresses of my own fingertips. I was a little more ready
- and randy - than I'd thought, and my own wetness quickly coated my
fingers. I tried to keep as still and quiet as I could - an instinct I
followed even though I almost certainly didn't need to worry about waking
Matt. I couldn't help, however letting out some small sighs of pleasure
and wiggling my lower body back against Matt just a little bit as I played.
It didn't take long before I felt Matt rising again, whether from his
own natural patterns or in unconscious reaction to me, I didn't know. His
hardening cock pressed against me again, but this time rose between my
slightly parted legs. I opened them further to let it grow unrestrained.
When I felt it press up against my perineum, I lowered my leg, trapping it
there, and squeezing my own fingers still sliding slowly along my labia. I
felt his cock throb in its captivity and felt its heat reflecting my own.
If I reached down further, I could touch the head, rub my juices on it,
maybe even tickle that extra sensitive spot on the underside.
I'm no penis expert, but am still grateful to the powers in the universe
who/that were responsible for endowing my husband. He doesn't have one of
those porno "monster cocks," but whatever it is (Actually, we did measure
it once I'm just not telling) it is the perfect size and shape for me. The
head is a little pointed, but widens enough that the feel of him entering
me is like a force of nature stretching me open and seeking my center. Its
long enough that, when we're making love just so, I can feel him "bottom
out" and press against end of my tunnel. When he cums that deep in me, I
can imagine feeling his semen shoot right into my womb. We've been doing
it just so allot, recently.
Now, I wanted him. I was all hot and bothered by the flights of my
mind, my own fingers, and the hardness between my legs. I wiggled forward
and back a bit, trying to somehow move myself to get his cock and my to connect. I grasped gently at the head to guide it to me and arched to
get my body to line up right. But was too constrained by our body
positions. Erect, he jutted too far forward for me to cpature him in my
slit. His organ throbbed from the additional stimulation of my squirming.
I stopped moving for a minute, realizing I might actually get him to climax
while frustrating myself.
The solution was simple in concept, but hard to execute given the state
I was now in. I had to stop everything and wait for him to relax on his
own. So I tried. I let go my hand, and raised my leg again, so my body
didn't squeeze him.
A long time passed. And I got hornier by the minute. I listened to
Matt breathe, felt the hairs on his chest and legs tickle my skin, and
waited for the stiffness pressed up between the junction of my legs to
subside. The anticipation was agonizing. Every place we touched felt
electric, especially down there, where he was so close to where I wanted
him to be. I felt drips of my own excitement run over my leg to dampen the
bedsheet. I grew cross with the cock, annoyed that it expected
satisfaction right now when something so much better lay in store for it if
it would only relax. I considered bringing myself off anyway, and to hell
with the big lug. He wouldn't know what he missed. But I rejected that
thought as it came. I knew that right now I wanted, needed him inside me.
I was getting ready to heave him over and jump on him when I finally
felt him start to relax. I slowed my breathing to concentrate on feeling
what was going on. I didn't want to move too soon, lest I end up right
where I'd started, and I wouldn't be able to stand that. My heart was
already beating fast from arousal, and now suspense added to it as I
waited. Finally, the pressure was all but gone, and I could feel his mostly
flaccid length lie on my upper inner right thigh.
I spread my legs a little wider and carefully reached down with my left
hand. I grasped the soft, pliant glans of Matt's penis in my fingers,
pointed the head right between my wet and waiting labia, and held my
It didn't take long. Even in deep sleep, gentle direct manipulation of
his cock got a reaction from Matt. He began to stiffen for a third time.
And I almost lost him, too. My lubricated fingers slipped a bit and the
head of the growing rod pointed off the wrong way for a moment. But I
recovered quickly and poked him back into me. And that's all I had to do.
The lengthening, stiffening cock pushed into me by itself. I kept my hand
there to prevent him from slipping out, but after that first heartbeat or
two, it was really unnecessary. I let my left leg down.
He grew inside me, and oh, god, it was the most erotic feeling! With
each beat of his heart, his cock throbbed larger and longer, pushing deeper
and deeper into me. I was so wet by now that the organ had no trouble
nosing as far as it wanted to go. I exhaled loudly, like he was forcing
air out my lungs with his steady penetration. My left hand reached back
and grabbed his muscular thigh as I arched and pressed my ass back into
him. It was like a hot balloon inflating inside me. No, not a balloon, it
was too substantial. I was so sensitized from my torturous wait, I felt
every ridge and vein of the thickening meat slide against my inner flesh.
It was such a turn on. I whimpered as I felt it pulse, fully erect and
buried in me. My inner muscles squeezed it in return.
I let out a low, catlike purr. But now what? Part of me wanted to just
stay like this and keep him inside me all night, or forever, whichever came
first. Part of me wanted a real fuck - Matt would wake up, growl, grab me
and start thrusting, maybe even flip us into a doggie style so he could
really "do" me, or pull me back against his chest and plow up into me like
a machine. Part of me wanted to get off by myself, with him firmly inside
me, along for the ride. It would be so nice to drift off to sleep
satisfied, with a hot cock buried in me. Who knows how we'd wake up?
My left hand again sought my sex, and I shuddered at my own touch. God,
I was already so close! My stretched clamped around Matt's cock and
the organ responded in kind with a twitch of its own. My index finger
found my erect clit and circled and stroked it. I wanted to so badly,
but teased myself to prolong the feeling. I realized I was shaking.
Perspiration beaded on my exposed skin and made our bodies' contact areas
slick. Finally I couldn't take it any more, and pressed into my clit,
rubbing it earnestly up and down.
I came hard, my body jerking and quaking as the contractions hit me. I
let out strangled grunts of climax, my efforts to keep quiet only making me
want to scream louder. My squeezed and squeezed Matt's cock, its
presence in me perfect in every way. I came... for a long time, subsiding
into ragged breaths and the occasional shivering twinge of aftershock.
I slid my hand down further between my thighs, allowing them to close on
my wrist. My palm rested on the junction of Matt's cock and my pussy, my
fingers lightly cradling is heavy balls. My body relaxed in the way that
had been eluding me all night - the kind of letting go and settling that is
essential for sleep. I took a deep breath and let out a long contented
Then, I heard an echoing deep intake of breath behind me. Almost
imperceptibly, Matt's left arm tightened around me, me fractionally
back to him. Deep within me, I felt Matt twitch...and expand...and throb.
His hips moved, humping forward once in sleep. I felt the skin of Matt's
scrotum tighten against my hand. As I lay finally limp and passive in his
bear-like embrace, his cock shuddered and erupted. Maybe I was already
dreaming, because I imagined I could feel every jet of semen originate in
his balls and surge into me. I counted three, four, five, more! Matt's
nocturnal emissions were apparently even more copious than his waking ones.
The sheer quantity created a palpable additional fullness inside me. I
hardly recognized my own low, breathy groan at the strange sensuality of
My instinctively squeezed him, repeatedly coaxing from him all he
had to offer. With his bulk filling me so completely, I supposed there was
nowhere for the volume to go other than deeper inside. A small shiver ran
up my spine.
Final questions fought to keep me awake. Would he soften and slip out?
Would he wake up and wonder what had happened? Would this time be the one?
Interesting and distracting as they were, they finally could not hold my
mind awake any more. I felt myself smile the smallest of smiles as I at
least drifted away, Matt's final throbs beating the path into my dreams.
The sun from the window falling on my eyes woke me into a haze.
God, what a set of dreams! I could barely remember the details, and what
traces remained were already fading, but the intense eroticism still echoed
through my foggy brain. It felt deep, animal-like. Eyes still closed, I
took a deep breath and began to from my position curled around Lyn.
I froze, though, as two sensations hit me simultaneously. The first was
the heady, strong scent of sex - Lyn's and mine. And no wonder, for the
second sensation was the feeling of my hard cock embedded in my wife's
heavenly pussy. That explained the dreams, I thought, but how did we
manage that in the middle of the night? Was it (lucky, fantastic)
happenstance? Was it somehow her doing? Was I somnopulating?
Pretty quickly, I realized that I didn't really care. There I was, wide
awake, already impaling my beautiful bride, who smelled so ready I was
nearly drooling. I had to have her. Who am I kidding? I already had her.
I wanted to... to _take_ her. I thought back to the times I'd awakened to
her straddling me, lifting up and lowering herself on my cock, me barely
awake as I felt my orgasm overtake me and shoot into her. Now I could
return the favor, if I did everything right.
It took a few minutes. I moved slowly and carefully, trying not to wake
my Lynnie up. She's not a light sleeper, but unless she's really
exhausted, the strangest things can disturb her. After getting rid of the
light sheet that covered us, I moved my pillows in front of her, and
slowly, carefully rolled her over onto her stomach. I held her close, both
to keep me buried in her, and to make sure she didn't fall suddenly and
wake up. I moved my left knee between hers and pushed out, separating her
legs as she settled on her stomach. At the last minute, I moved her left
arm so it wouldn't be trapped under her body, which might have become
uncomfortable enough wake her up. I took my weight on my arms and knees so
as not to press into her too much, constantly resisting the desire to start
plowing her roughly and immediately. She stirred once or twice as I
arranged her, and I stopped moving when she did, hoping she'd settle back
down. Of course, if I failed and she woke up at any point, I'd just start
screwing her anyway. But I now knew how I wanted this to go.
Finally we were there. Lyn, still sleeping, lay under me. The two
scrunched up pillows under us raised her ass and already cock-filled to me. Both my legs were between hers, knees apart, spreading her open.
My knees, left elbow and left forearm supported my weight, with my hand
insinuated between the mattress and her left (Lyn told me once that
her left nipple always seemed a bit more sensitive than the right. I
believe in equal opportunity, and like to pay attention to both her tasty
orbs when I can, but when I _have_ to choose one...). My right hand wormed
between the pillows and her belly, fingers burrowed through her soft pubic
hair, barely touching her mound. My chest kissed her upper back and my
head was right above hers. I'd pulled her long dark tresses out of the
way, so I could gaze at her beautiful, peaceful face in profile. The smell
of sex had only increased though my preparations, and I'd felt the
slipperiness of Lyn's arousal along my shaft and groin as I moved her and
touched her. She'd been mine from the moment I'd woken up, and now I was
going to prove that in spades.
I started with my fingers, rubbing and teasing her gently. My left hand
could do little where it was, except gently squeeze and kneed her breast. I
did get her nipple between the lengths of my index and middle finger,
though, and gently began pinching it between them. My right teased the
folds of her sex and her little button.
I flexed my hips so that my cock slid in and out of her fractionally.
She was so tight, but also wetter and more slippery than usual. Maybe she
had or was having some sexy dreams, too. Well, if not now, she never
would. It didn't take long before I felt her respond. Tiny movements in
her hips pushed her back onto my cock and forward onto my fingers. A tiny
whispery moan escaped her lips, but I'm pretty sure she was still asleep or
I rubbed her hardening clit with my middle finger, sliding the index and
fourth along her labia on either side of my slowly, shallowly pumping
prick. Minutes drifted by and I reveled in the slippery tight feel of her
around me, the little motions so clearly responding to my touches. Lyn's
movements and sounds both increased, so I upped my pace as well. Then, I
felt her startle beneath me, and gasp. Her eyes opened wide.
That was my cue. I let my right hand go wild, stroking and circling and
vibrating her clit with abandon. I groped her with my left,
squeezing her nipple between my fingers. I drew my cock over half-way out
of her and pressed it back home, pushing her down into my hands and the
pillows, simultaneously lowering my mouth to her ear to start whispering to
her, telling her to for me.
And she did. She stiffened and shrieked as if stung. Then she
shuddered, jerked, and grunted as the spasms wracked her. Her squeezed me like a fist. God, how I love that feeling. Her eyes stayed
open but unseeing through it all. I kept moving my fingers and hips slowly
to keep her afloat, whispering to her, asking if it felt nice, telling her
what a good she was, and that I had more for her.
She was till shaking from her when I started in earnest. I didn't
want her to come down completely just yet. I moved my right hand from her
pussy to the bed to help support me while I withdrew my cock most of the
way, and spread my knees apart further, opening her legs more. Lyn's half
moaning/half cooing voice rose as if in question, only to end in a sharp
grunt as I thrust into her.
I fell silent. For the next minute or so I fucked her, plain and
simple. I was fast and unsubtle, humping into my lover's sweet as it
still clenched and relaxed from her recent climax. Lyn's voice rose again,
ululating as I pistoned in and out of her. She was confused, still part
asleep, partly orgasmic, and I didn't let her get oriented. Her fine,
round ass giggled as I slapped into it repeatedly.
It felt fantastic. I wanted her so badly and she was mine. Knowing
that I had given/was giving pleasure to her was just an incidental
feel-good buzz to the pleasure I was taking from her... in her, now. I
wanted still more, and I took it. I pushed hard off the bed with my hands,
reared back and grabbed her hips. Keeping the momentum, I pulled her
backward and up, never letting my cock slide more than part way out before
slamming back in. I ended up kneeling between her widely splayed legs
still buried to the hilt, with her upturned ass pulled against my abdomen
and her chest and head still lying on the mattress, a dazed expression on
Now, I pulled back with my hips and forward with my hands, then
reversed, ramming into her almost savagely. The slap of her ass and thighs
on my skin was impressively loud. The sensation was so good that I grunted
low at the same time she squealed. Here we were in heaven now. I
repeated, pulling us apart and slamming us together, hearing the same
sounds and loving them. I'm no macho man, but rught then I felt a more
intense, self-aware rush utter of _maleness_ than I recall ever feeling
before. I was fucking my woman, the best lay on the planet, and no one on
earth had anything to say about it.
I fucked Lyn. We've made love countless wonderful, deeply fulfilling
times, of course. We've played sexy games that ended up in bed (or on the
table, or car hood, or radio tower...). Only rarely have we just fucked.
Like this. No, never quite like this before. At one point, I didn't think
I could or would have stopped for anything. The scents of our arousal, the
sound of our slurping, smacking skin and our mingled voices (I never
make noise during lovemaking) mesmerized me. My own roughness surprised
and thrilled me - I shoved her on and off my cock as much as I drove my own
body into hers. The feeling of her sliding up and down my shaft was
incredible. Her sheath squeezed almost like it was trying to make me more quickly to spare a prolonged assault. It just made me want to drive
further and harder.
My orgasm started the base of my spine, rising through my body, and
finally rocketing to my brain and penis at the same time. I had the
presence of mind to slam her back into me and grind forward into her one
last time before my muscles locked up. I remember a slight bump of
contact; my cockhead at the end of her passage, then everything went white.
I can't remember any details, only impressions. There was sound - from
both of us, I think. Repeating pressure and release. Consuming pleasure.
Emptying. Love. Possession. Satisfaction. Power. Maybe even God.
Then, like coming down from an hour-long headrush I was back in myself.
I opened my eyes (I hadn't realized they were closed). Lyn looked back at
me from the bed, breathing heavily. Here eyes were now clear and intense.
With some effort, I released my grip from her elegantly curved hips. How I
loved those hips. Now they had marks where I'd held her. I sank back
on my haunches, my finally dwindling prick sliding out of her red, swollen
pussy, followed by copious amounts of our combined cum.
I exhaled, and sank sideways, back to where I'd been sleeping, trying
not to land on Lyn's right leg as I half-fell into place. I thought about
reaching for a towel or something, but just couldn't right now. Lyn rolled
onto her left side and faced me. I suppose I looked about as roughed-up as
"Shhh, Matt. I know," she put her index finger to my lips. Her finger
smelled like sex. Everything now smelled like sex. It was fantastic.
"What day is today?"
Lyn threw her right leg over my left and snuggled in close, her head
under my chin. I heard her breathing slow and deepen, and felt myself
slide back into sleep.
The sun crept higher in the sky, more fully illuminating the sleeping
couple on their bed. They faced each other, legs and arms draped
carelessly, one over the other's.
The clock read 9:42.
The stirred, stretching his long legs down and his arms out, both
over and under the woman's torso. The woman leaned her head back, opened
her eyes, and looked into the man's.
"That was some dream I had last night," he said.
"Me, too." She smiled at him, then blinked a few times.
"...! Hm? How do you-"
"I just know. My said she knew it with both my brothers and I, as
soon as it happened. And her before that."
"You sure its even the right time?"
"Oh, yes. I know, we should test in a few days or weeks, I guess. But
I'm right. I didn't know that I'd know, I didn't know how. But I do now."
"That's crazy," hs said, looking off out the window.
"Is it? I can't really explain it. I just... know."
"Are you _sure_?"
"Yes, Matthew. Look at me. I'm positive"
"This is good, right? This is what we wanted?
"Ohhh, yes, my love. This is right. This is perfect."
"I always thought we'd find out by looking at stripes on little sticks
or something. This is much better. ...Is it a or a girl?"
"How should I know? It doesn't work that way, silly.
"Oh. Just checking. ...I love you, Lyn. Hey! You're going to be a
Mom!" the woman shivered at the words.
"Love you Matt. And you're going to be a Dad." The man's arms closed
around the woman's body and hugged her to him. "...Now, fuck me."
"You want to make love after whatever happened last night... this
"No. I want you to _fuck_ me. Like last night. Please."
"Oh, yes. Yes."
The two bodies moved on the bed...
Spooning by Monocle