Layla Lauderdale always looked beautiful to me from the very first time I've known her from 17 years ago and while we were both in high school.
But waking up to her this morning and in every one of them before for the last few years was the gift in itself. With her now in her late thirties, she still looked downright stunning as ever.
I'd woken up with a slight migraine from hell from our partying the night before. The kids went with their aunt, and while we loved them to the fullest and thensome, we'd caught ourselves wondering when the last time we had a night alone together was. So, we made it happen.
Layla had always been a wonderful mother from my perspective anyway, even though there were days she didn't feel like she was.
There were several examples to back up this claim, but one of the main ones I'll share is that she always talked to all three of them like they were people and not JUST children. She always listened, too, and never made one felt like they were least important from the others.
As a result, all three never were afraid to come her if they needed help, or if they were sad, or had some piece of exciting news to tell them. They were happy because of her, and they overall knew that Layla would always make time for them.
She'd give them her full attention, never snapped at them for "talking too much", fully aware that their already growing minds were in need of their mother's verbal watering to help them flourish all the more.
In our case, Layla and I finally realized what a healthy home can be once we became exclusive. It had been both a long and heart-wrenching road for the both of us as we were on our separate paths. As fate would have it, we'd reconnected sometime in the spring of '22, went apart for a little due to our lives and the way they were at the time, then finally knew that our connection was still there and was no accident.
Now, here we were, laying in the early morning sunlight that was filtering in gently and through the bedroom curtains we'd picked out together some time back.
I propped myself up, and smiled as I looked down at her.
There she lay, on her side and facing me, sound asleep. Her little snores emanated from her heart-shaped lips, and were slightly parted as she slept. Her darkest brown eyes were shut, and even without her occasional makeup she looked amazing when she went natural.
Her auburn hair was tucked over her left ear, and the silky black covers were under her arm, and covering her assets, which swelled calmly against and from behind the sheets. A teasing view of her bare and deep cleavage was peeking just above the sheets themselves, and that further stirred the hardness of my cock.
I wanted her right then... and we'd had numerous highlights of morning sex in the past. We always loved sex with each other at any time of the day ( and sometimes anywhere when we both were feeling both bold and bound up inside!), but we loved it in the morning with each other! It always got the day off to an amazing start.
Sometimes that was one way among several on how she liked wake me up, too. Layla would wake me up with her lips around my cock, sucking me slowly. Her eyes would have this innocent look in them as she was in between my legs, her tits in full view. It never took me long to bust in her mouth, and she always loved to swallow me.
I always loved to hold her hair back so that not only it would it be easier for her while doing so, but so I could see her face.
Sometimes I'd wake to her boobs wrapped around my cock, and her devilish little giggle as she tit-fucked me, which is definitely in my top three of kinks! They always felt warm, soft and out of this fucking world... and when I'd cum, she'd either wrap those lips around it and suck me dry or let me explode in between them, giggling and moaning a little as her tongue was sticking out. She loved facials, too.
Layla could be an absolute freak in bed, which was all the more motivation for me to try and match her. She began to develop beautifully like her photos in her photography biz and in so many ways.
We became and over a period of time, less nervous in getting reacquainted with each other's bodies, minds, souls, all of it. We felt one.
One of her biggest kinks, as I discovered along the way of our sexcapades, was being choked. In our time of reconnecting on a serious level in the summer of '23, I'll never forget us going at it on that air mattress. It'd been our third round during that morning, and just to hear her say in her moans only fueled me all the more as we fucked:
"Nnn... Choke me, Daddy...."
...still never fails to show up in my mental highlight reel whenever I'm getting off in the shower if she can't join me!
Layla also loved to be spanked. A lot of times when she passed me in walking to the other room, I couldn't stop myself and, knowing how much my good girl loves it, I'd playfully crack her a good one on whichever side of her ass cheek that I could reach.
"You can do better than THAT!" she taunts still and to this day.
So, I'd get up, go to her, and she'd bend my way, then: SHLAP. Right on that amazing ass.
She'd giggle, kiss me and go about her way.
We loved to play fight as well, and it only amped up the fire. I personally loved it because I'd always admired strong women who could dish it back.
Layla was always that type, from our sarcastic back-and-forths to just plain fucking with each other throughout the house and without warning.
Practical jokes, in other words.
Once she threw a snowball at the side of my face from inside the living room and out the window!
Normally, I'd have been pissed if it had been anyone else outside of her or the kids. But not with her. Layla always made everything fun, exciting and waking up every day was not only an honor but my biggest dream finally come true.
She lay there still, sleeping. Poor babe had drank the whole bottle with me, and it was damn near 4 in the morning (roughly 3 short hours ago) when we'd passed out in bed after some absolutely SINful sex.
I briefly looked down at my waist, seeing the deep scratches she'd imbedded there. My back looked like I'd been mauled. But that always was worth it.
I gently grazed my fingers along her face and down her cheek, thinking about her loudness from last night.
Layla had really come a long way with her dirty talk, too, and that was another kink of mine... her use of her words and HOW she said it.
She'd been jacking me off during our foreplay before last night's first round, and her deliberately placing her bare feet into my crotch and gently rubbing her soles into my cock beforehand while we'd been on the couch didn't help.
Imagine how much I wanted to bust right there, her gorgeous toes lightly gripping around my shaft when she'd said in a very seductive and authoritative tone...
"Don't cum yet... you're gonna cum INSIDE of me in a few, Mister..."
FUCK!
That was all I needed to hear, because not too long afterwards I was practically ripping her lingerie down her legs and off of her feet before I had her on her back and not even seconds later.
I'll never forget the way she gasped, spread her legs and panted as her eyes practically begged me to rail her hot, dripping and tight tunnel.
I grinned to myself, remembering it all, as I not only knew I was hard up and full length, but also cupping my hand around her ass, giving a gentle but firm squeeze.
Layla let out a slight mew in her sleep, and her smile slowly formed. She squinted, batting her eyes, then looked up my way.
"Good morning, beautiful..." I said softly, eyeing her all over as my smile remained.
Layla looked at me, rubbing her eyes with her cute hands. The black polish on her nails were chipped, and she groaned a little as she settled on her back. Her tits jiggled a little, and my dick flexed.
She was so beautiful first thing in the morning, especially as the light from the sun hit her skin. She turned her head my way, smiling a little more.
"Were you watching me this whole time, you stalker??" she laughed. It was cut short when she winced in slight pain, signalling that she was feeling the hangover.
"I was," I replied gently, moving closer to her. I planted a gentle kiss upon her forehead. "For a couple of minutes..."
"You're cute," she sighed into a yawn, her eyes now looking into mine. They wandered down to my chest, and her hand followed, petting my chest hairs.
