It was the first morning of the new year. The kids, who had been up well past midnight with us, watching fireworks and welcoming in the new year, still managed to wake up early. I went downstairs and told them that they could watch television as long as they did so quietly. Then I went back up stairs and climbed back into bed with my wife.
Morning sex has always been my wife's favorite and I wanted to start the new year off with a bang (pun intended). It was a twenty-third new year together, though I wasn't thinking about that at the time. I laid down beside her and let her sleep a bit more. Eventually she began to stir, and I turned towards her. She still had her eye mask on. I reached over and slipped my hand beneath her shirt and began to caress her back. Her body felt warm. Just touching her skin with my skin always calmed my nervous while making my heart race. I stroked her back, with each stroke, sending my hand farther down the back towards the arch of her ass. She lifted up her mask and looked at me. "That feels good but I'm tired," she said.
"Does that mean that you don't want to have sex?" I asked.
"No, I do," she answered in the husky voice she always has after a late night. "I'm just tired."
I pulled her face mask back down over her eyes like a blindfold and lifted her shirt so that I could kiss her stomach. She moaned slightly when my tongue and lips touched her skin. I let my hand drift lower down her back, slipping it beneath her pajama bottoms. They were tied tightly around her waist so I could only get my hand in so far. I pulled it back out and, instead, reached between her legs about her pajamas. I could feel her soft flesh beneath the fabric and began to caress her there. She was warm to the touch and moaned again while grinding herself into my hand. I kissed her back and then rang my tongue along it, up until I was near her neck. Then pulled back from her skin only to bite the lobe of her ear. She moaned again and pressed herself even hard into my hand. I reached down and lifted her shirt over her breasts and took one nipple between my lips.
Her nipple was soft at first, but I could feel it get hard as I sucked on it and ran my tongue around it. I loved feeling her nipples get hard in my mouth. She loved the sounds I made as I sucked on her nipples. She reached down now and untied her pajama bottoms so that I can have unfettered access to her pussy. She pulled her pajama pants off and I began to stroke her clit with my fingers without taking my mouth off of her breasts. I reached between her pussy lips to get some of the wetness there to lubricate her clit while I rubbed it. She was wet to the touch. I made my fingers dance circles around her clit for a few moments, then I plunged them into her pussy. She kept moaning, loud enough for me to know how much she liked what I was doing but soft enough so that the boys would not hear anything downstairs.
I pulled the sheets off her body now so that I could look at her body while I fucked her with my fingers. She reached up and pulled off her face mask now so that she could watch what I was doing to her too. I stood up and took off my own pajama pants, giving her a quick glance at my rock-hard cock and then I dove back down again, long this time, aiming my face and her wet and ready pussy. I licked around the edges of her pussy lips before turning back to her clit. Then I licked that slowly, making my tongue soft and wet. All the while, I stared up at her face, watching it contort in pleasure, watching her lips part ever so slightly as she tried to remember how to breath. After a few moments she made a movement, beckoning me to climb on top of her, to fuck her.
