I awoke this morning to a very warm body snuggling up against my back. A hand gently traced the outline of my back, shoulders, down my left arm, and over my hip. It slipped around me caressing my chest and stomach. It slid further over across my boxers, finding my cock in "morning-hard-on" status and gently began rubbing the underside with its palm, the gentle pressure causing it to stiffen further.
As my eyes began to adjust to the mainly dark room a little morning light crept in from between the curtains. 6:58am, this was early for her, usually she's trying to sleep in, especially on a Saturday morning. Then in my sleepy haze, I remember, it's my birthday, and I think she intends to ensure I enjoy the first minutes of it. A sly smile crosses my face as she slips her hand underneath the leg of my boxers and gently begins tugging on my shaft, now fully erect in her little grasp. Her hand methodically pumping my cock slowly appreciating the effect it is having on me.
Ann wasn't usually as horny as I am every morning, in fact it was usually me who was the instigator at this hour, and I was thoroughly enjoying the role reversal. We've been married going on 5 years now, both in our mid-thirties and doing our best to stay in shape for one another. I'm 6'4 and about 210 pounds, a former athlete; I still have the athletic frame with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, even if I don't have the 4% body fat I was once so proud of. She's 5'4 and petite with 36-24-34 curves, a nice set of C cups that are still perky and topped with delicious pink nipples that get hard easily. Her green eyes and neck length slightly curly auburn hair are captivating each time I see her. She's classy, and approaches life with style and grace, but this morning I was getting to enjoy her other side. The sexy side, the side that knows her every movement drives me wild and she loved having control over my body. I was relishing her touch, and she knew it, drawing it out for me slowly.