I woke from a dream I could only vaguely recall, but it left me aroused and aching to come. If my husband had still been in bed with me, I would have drawn him from sleep with kisses and caresses, making it clear I was in the mood for morning sex. But Wade was already in the shower. Since he'd started his new job, he'd been going into the office early and coming home late. Though I understood he wanted to prove himself to his colleagues, I missed waking up next to him.
With a heavy sigh, I got out of bed and headed out into the hall, making my way to the other bathroom. I figured my horniness would subside as the hazy erotic dream slipped further from my mind, but I found that after relieving myself and washing my hands, my desire hadn't decreased in the slightest. I didn't bother to run a brush through my tousled brown hair before returning to the bedroom. I'd need to start getting ready for work soon enough. I also didn't bother making the bed. Instead, I took off my nightshirt and tossed it aside, then stepped out of my plain cotton panties. I debated whether to stay completely naked or put on a silky thong. By the time I decided on the latter, the shower had stopped.
I quickly climbed onto the bed, lying on my stomach and trying my best to look as alluring as possible at seven in the morning. When Wade stepped out of the bathroom adjoining our room, I gave his nude body a long, appreciative stare. He and I had been married over a decade, and while the sex had grown somewhat predictable in recent years, my attraction to him had never waned. My husband was of average height and build, handsome in a nondescript way. With his light brown hair and pale blue eyes, he looked like many handsome men approaching middle age. He often said I was completely out of his league.
In my eyes, Wade was the sexiest man on the planet, and on this morning in particular, I wanted to make sure he knew it. Our eyes met, and he gave me an affectionate smile.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." He approached me and leaned to plant a quick kiss on my mouth. His gaze moved over my bare skin, settling on the underwear I'd chosen. It had done the trick in capturing his attention. "You gonna wear that thong to work?" His voice grew husky as he slid his fingertips along my thigh.
"Maybe." Though we both knew I'd choose something more practical, I couldn't resist flashing him a teasing grin over my shoulder.
Wade rested his palm on my right buttock, and I shivered with pleasure when he squeezed my flesh. "You have the most gorgeous ass I've ever seen." To emphasize his compliment, my husband lowered his lips to my skin. His tender kiss, followed by a playful bite, made me moan. I was already getting wet. Since I'd awoken from that dream, my pussy remained exquisitely sensitive, as if I'd been stimulated by fingers or a skillful mouth. But before I had a chance to reach for Wade, he straightened up. His smile widened as he stroked my hair.
"Sorry, couldn't resist," he murmured. Then he strode to the other side of the room.
I watched, incredulous, while he took a pair of boxer briefs from the dresser drawer. Was he being willfully oblivious to all my signals? Flipping over on my back, I huffed in exasperation. I knew my timing was bad, but Wade was chronically early to work. He could spend a few minutes with me and still make it to the office without having to rush.
A slow smile formed on my lips as I closed my eyes and slipped a hand into my panties. My clit was begging for attention, and I realized I'd have to be the one to provide it. That first touch made my spine arch. I could hear how wet I was beneath my fingers.
My needy whimper was loud enough to carry across the room to Wade. I heard him draw near, but I didn't open my eyes until he placed a hand against my cheek. When our stares met, I found his expression easy to read. He seemed mildly bewildered by the fact that I'd chosen to masturbate while he was getting ready for work, but beyond that confusion was a look I knew well: rapidly growing arousal. His cock had already begun to harden.
"What's gotten into you this morning, Leah?" As he spoke, his stare was riveted to my hand inside my panties.
I stopped playing with my pussy long enough to move on the bed so I was facing him. His eyes followed my breasts as I changed position. My tits were slightly less firm now that I was almost forty, but my husband was still transfixed by them.
"You know what hasn't gotten into me lately?" I hooked my legs around him. "Your dick. And I think we should change that right now."
His eyes widened a little, and I heard his breathing quicken. Yet he glanced at the clock. "Baby, I would absolutely love to, but I'd planned to get to work early so I could prepare for the meeting this morning."
"You stayed up late last night preparing for it." I sat up and scooted backward a little. My grin was downright wicked as I brought my foot to Wade's groin and ever so gently began massaging his cock.
Now it was his turn to moan. Looking downward, he eagerly watched me slide my foot along the underside of his shaft. "Ah, Leah! Sweetheart..." His voice was edged with desperation.
I soon had him fully hard. Though we'd fucked countless times by this point in our marriage, he was always quick to respond to my touch. Of course, this was the first time I'd attempted to excite him with my foot!
When I withdrew from him, he let out a groan of frustration. "It's not nice to tease your exhausted, stressed-out husband."
"Who says I'm teasing?" Spreading my legs farther apart, I pulled the crotch of my panties aside, giving him a perfect view of how ready I was. "Fuck me," I demanded in a low voice. "I know we don't have much time, but as horny as I am, we won't need it. We can be quick and dirty."
His dick pulsed at my words. When our eyes locked, I sensed the last of his finely honed self-discipline crumbling. I barely had time to register his movement before he lunged for me. His hands were rough as he dragged me toward him so my ass was at the edge of the bed. He seemed half-wild while yanking the thong down my legs. Once I was free of the underwear, I wrapped my legs around him once more.