I stirred from my dream state as my husband David slid into his side of the bed. With two years of marriage behind us, our sex life had taken on some routines but I felt a tingle of excitement with his arrival. I knew that his hand would soon find its way to the flat of my stomach before slowly moving up to my breast. We often had sex when he returned home in the early morning hours after being called to the office for some emergency computer problem. It was part of his job and although he didn't have to keep regular office hours, he was on call 24/7. Sometimes he would not return until late morning and sometimes, like tonight, he returned in the middle of the night. We always had sex if he returned while I was still in bed. This night was no different.
David and I had agreed to try to spice up our sex life but it seemed that tonight would be the normal way that we always made love. I loved sex with my husband in any fashion, but I didn't want us to get bored with it. We both slept in the nude because we liked the lewdness of it and I preferred it because I liked to remain in the dream state while we loved. Having to remove clothing generally would break the "half awake-half asleep" feeling, I so loved.
By the time David's hand reached my breast, my own hand was searching for his manhood. I wrapped my hand on his shaft and began a slow stroking up and down. Rolling my nipple with his fingers, David brought a low moan to my lips. I slowly rubbed my thighs together as the passion in me grew. As David moved to caress my other breast, his mouth covered the nipple that he had been massaging. I felt his smoothly shaven chin against my skin as my nipple elongated into his mouth. I urgently pulled at his erection and he raised and then settled between my legs. As I guided him to my nether lips, he slipped easily into me. We began our ritual of slow love making. I kept my eyes closed tight like I always did and just concentrated on being the best piece of ass I could be, for David.
David, being the gentle lover that he always was, stroked in and out of me at his normal moderate pace until the friction against my clit sent me into orgasm. Soon after, David was pulsing sperm into me while breathing heavily into my ear. Some sperm dribbled down onto the sheet as he removed himself and we both fell asleep.
"Angela... Angela, wake up Hon. Don't you hear the alarm?" slowly registered in my sleepy brain. "Your dad is coming today, remember?" continued David. Groggily, I reached to turn off the alarm and arose from the bed. "Damn, six in the morning," I was thinking. "I love Dad for coming to build the new porch, but jeeze, why does he always have to begin his day so early?"
Drying off after my morning shower, I was interrupted by David handing me the phone. "Hi Mom, Yes, I'm awake. Dad is on the way now? Don't worry; I'll take care of Dad for the weekend." "You go and have a good time with Aunt Betty," I continued, "Yes; I'll make sure he gets enough rest. I know Mom, I know. He can't sleep on the couch or his back might go out again. He can use our bed and David and I will sleep elsewhere. Have a good time and don't worry." I made a mental note to change the sheets. It wouldn’t due for Daddy to see the stained sheets.
Dad pulled in the driveway just about the time the coffee was ready. I watched him from my kitchen window as he climbed from his pickup truck. I was always in awe of him. For the full twenty-two years of my life, he was the one man who never failed to bring a smile to my face. He, being twice my age, had just turned forty-four. He was quite the opposite of David. Though they were about the same height and weight, their lifestyles were totally different. Dad, being in construction since he was a teenager, was a hard body. I suppose it is how he was able to still function with the back problems. David, on the other hand, was a computer wizard. I was amazed at how quickly they came to agreement on building the porch. David designed it with a computer program. Dad read the plan and we discussed a few changes. Dad then surprised us all by saying, "Great design, I'll build it for you." I was so pleased. I would have the porch I loved, designed by my husband, and built by my father. Life was great.
My dad hugged me tightly as he came through the kitchen door. His strong arms circled around me as I hugged him back. I was breathless as my body responded to his embrace. Being crushed up against him always made me feel protected, yet my nipples never failed to harden in his embrace. "Daddy, it is so good to see you," I breathed as I lightly kissed his neck. Dad suddenly broke our hug but not before I felt his member begin to rise against my leg. I gave him my best smile while thinking it would be dangerous to be in his arms for very long. I was sure that I would cum uncontrollably if his cock were pressed against me for a second or two more. "Calm yourself, Angela," I told myself. "He's your Dad."
Dad worked all day building the porch to exactly the way it was in the plan. I brought him drinks a few times and sat with him during those breaks. He gazed at me with those steel gray eyes, as we conversed lightly. By dinner time, he was more than half finished. After much discussion, I convinced him that he would have plenty of time to finish it tomorrow. During dinner I finally convinced my dad that he would sleep in the main bedroom and I would sleep on the couch in the living room. David was certain to be called to work before long and he would use the couch in his den if he got back before morning.
By eight that evening, there were several emergency calls for David to respond to and he left. I set towels out for Dad to shower and then I showered after he was finished. I put on my robe over my nude body, as I did every night, and met Dad in the living room for a movie. He had donned a T-shirt and summer shorts he brought with him. We sat on the couch and I had a few glasses of wine while my dad sipped bourbon. We talked, mostly ignoring the movie. I held his hand, told him I loved him and settled in close to him. With his arm around my shoulder, I rested my head on his chest. I felt my nipples extend at the closeness of him and basked in the giddy feeling of being in his embrace.
There was a long pause during our light conversation and Dad spoke again. "Baby, I love the view but I am having some difficulty dealing with it," said my father as he lightly kissed the top of my head. I turned my head and looked at him with a quizzical smile. Following his gaze, I looked down and saw that my right breast was fully exposed to his view. A surge of adrenaline jerked my body and I saw my nipple jut to its fullest extent. Embarrassed and excited at the same time, I exclaimed, "Oh damn, I'm sorry Daddy. I didn't mean to tease you." I adjusted my position on the couch and closed the opening enough to cover the nipple. Red faced, I looked at him and said, "Forgive me, Daddy?"
