I can’t help it, I love fucking my wife, she’s just…fuckable. The only time I’m not in her is when she has her period. Those nights I hold her and put the hot water bottle on her aching tummy until she falls asleep. Then I let her sleep on my chest, which seems to be the only comfort she can find while going through that hell.
In other words our bond has been well and truly forged and nothing and no one is going to get between us, especially not some overblown bottle blonde with silicone in her damn chest. Her pussy could be made of gold and I still wouldn’t touch that shit.
Anyhow I found out from my baby that this chick has recently sent her a friend request on social media and is basically playing it like she’s her new best friend. Yeah, like I’m falling for that shit. She’s just looking for another way to keep tabs not only on my wife who she could give a fuck about, but on me and my life. Stalker bitch can get fucked.
Holly isn’t going to tell me anything if she steps out of line. She’ll see it as her being a baby for complaining even though it’s what I want. So it’s my duty to limit her exposure to this toxic bitch. The fact that she’s a supposedly grieving widow, don’t mean fuck all to me. If she messes with my girl, her ass is gonna get burned.
Those are the things I was thinking about, as I laid awake in the early morning hours with my baby’s warmth cozied up beside me. Her warmth soon had me drifting off and I fell into sleep easily with my whole world right there in my arms.
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I came awake before her the next morning as usual and leaned my head back and down to look at her face on the pillow next to mine. I like to spend the first few minutes after I wake up just taking her in and counting my blessings that I’d found her.
She’d taught me in the time we’ve been together to never take shit for granted. I don’t want to say that having her was like having a kid, but she’d been taught so much bullshit by the two people who reared her that I’ve spent a lot of time trying to unravel that shit and in the process have learned to pay very close attention to all her needs.
She’s the first woman I’ve ever been that invested in and it taught me a whole new way of treating the woman in my life. I put as much if not more time and energy into our relationship as I did when I was trying to get my business off the ground straight out of university.
So this morning ritual of mine is something I don’t take lightly. Those first few minutes are literally spent going over the prior day’s events and deciding on any kinks I might need to work out so that this new day can go as smoothly as possible for her. A lesser man might find this shit tedious but not me, I live for this shit.
She has no idea I do this shit, or all the other things I do to make her life run smoothly when I’m not there to watch over her and pick up the pieces. As per usual my morning wood was starting to get rowdy so I took her hand in mine and led it to my dick before she was even awake.
She sighed and stroked me in her sleep; that shit takes practice. Her hair tickled my nose when she moved her head to my shoulder before making her way down my middle.
The sweet warmth of her mouth as it wrapped around my cock was heaven. I held her head, pushing it down ever so gently so she could take more of my meat in her sleepy mouth. This shit is hot! A sleepy sloppy blow job first thing in the morning from my hot as fuck wife.
Her little tongue cleaned my cockhead with kitten like strokes while I drooled precum onto her tongue and fought myself not to push her too far too fast. Fuck this! She came awake when I forced my cock past her tonsils and ended up in her neck.
Pretty soon she was bobbing up and down on my meat until her mouth started overflowing with pre-cum while she did the breathing exercises I’d taught her to do while cleaning my knob. When she needed more air she pulled off but kept just the swollen head in the warmth of her mouth.
She teased my cock slit with her tongue and played with my balls as her eyes came fully open on mine. Then she took my cock in her hand, pulling it out of her mouth, shaking it back and forth as she eyed it like she’d never seen it before.