I woke up early on Monday morning, rolling over to see Taylor still asleep next to me. I stared at her for a few seconds, still in a little shock that she was now my wife and I had just spent the most amazing weekend with her. As I watched her sleep, I noticed a piece of her hair had fallen out of the bun she had it in and was covering her face. I reached out and softly moved it, tucking it behind her ear. As my fingers brushed against her face, she opened her eyes and smiled at me.
"Good morning, beautiful," I said.
"Good morning," she replied back. "I was supposed to wake up before you."
"Why?" I asked her, with a hopeful smile.
"For this," she said as she started to move under the covers.
As I lay flat on my back, I felt one of her hands rubbing my semi-hard cock through my boxers, while her other hand started to pull them down. When my cock was exposed, she wrapped her hand around it and started to jack me off. I moaned as I felt her sticking out her tongue and swirl it around the tip of my cock.
When I was at my full six-inch length, Taylor wrapped her lips around my cock and started to bob her head up and down the first couple inches of my cock, using her hand on the lower portion of my shaft. As I enjoyed the feeling of her sucking my cock, I watched the blanket that was covering us being moved up and down by her head.
It wasn't very long before I knew that I was getting close and I told her that she was doing too good of a job. When Taylor started to moan around my shaft, sending waves of pleasure coursing through it, I moaned loudly as I reached my climax. Feeling my cock throbbing in her head and mouth, Taylor pushed her mouth as far down my cock as it would go and used her hand to jack me off as I started to cum. "Oh, my God," I moaned as I slowly pumped my hips up and down, feeling the cum shooting out of my cock and down her throat.
When I was done, I felt Taylor licking all over my cock with her tongue before she stared to move up the bed. I lifted up the covers as her head poked out and she said, "Now, that is a good morning."
I wrapped my arm around her, pulled her body close to mine, and leaned over to kiss her forehead. After a few minutes, Taylor said, "We should probably get going soon."
We both started to move to get out of the bed and walked to the bathroom. We stripped each others pajamas off before getting into the shower, both of us trying to kiss and touch the other while we washed ourselves off. After getting out, drying off, and getting dressed, we quickly went through the house, making sure we had everything cleaned up, and packed the car before we left to drive home.
A few hours into our six-hour drive home, Taylor looked down at my phone and said, "Oh, baby, you have a bunch of text messages. Do you want me to look at them?"
I glanced down at my phone, sitting in a cup holder in the center console. Wondering who was texting me, I told her of course, as I moved my eyes back to the road. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Taylor's eyes go wide before she laughed and covered her mouth as she said, "Oh, my gosh. I was not expecting that."
She put my phone down as I asked what it was. "Um. I probably shouldn't have looked," she said.
Giving her a confused glance, I went to reach for my phone but she stopped my hand before I could pick it up. "Yeah, no, you shouldn't look at it while you're driving," she said.
"You better tell me then, because I'm really curious what would make you react like that," I said.
"OK, fine," Taylor said, laughing as she grabbed my phone again and unlocked it. I tried to look over to see what it was, but she held her hand over my phone, blocking me from viewing it.
"So, it's from Lauren. Umm, she sent you like four messages. The first is pretty simple, just asking how you're doing and telling her that she misses you. Then she sent you a picture of her face," Taylor told me.
"OK. That doesn't sound too good, but I should probably tell her that I'm married," I said.
"Oh, just wait. The second message, she said that she's been thinking about you a lot, especially at night. And she said, and I quote, 'I think you need to come visit me. My dildo just isn't the same as what you could give me.' And she sent you a pretty risqué photo."
"Oh, my gosh, Taylor, I'm sorry you had to see something like that. I promise, she has never done that before, well, not since everything has happened with you. But, as soon as we stop, I'll call her and tell her about me and you," I said, hoping Taylor wasn't upset.
"Christopher, I'm not mad about it. I'm actually surprised that she hasn't done it before. It's kinda fluttering to be married to a man wanted by somebody else," Taylor said. "Do you want to know what the picture looks like?"
"Are you serious?" I asked her, shocked at her reaction.
"Of course. I can't get mad at either one of you. She has a really nice body. I can see why you two were, or are, attracted to each other," Taylor said, her eyes glued to my phone, twisting it around as she looked at Lauren's photo.
