My husband Earl was fast asleep when I slid into bed around two in the morning.

I snuggled my naked body up against his, automatically slipping my arm around him in search of his meaty cock, having gone off to sleep with it in my hand for over 17 years. His dick went from flaccid to erect in just a few seconds as he stirred, then rolled over to face me and kiss me tenderly. “It’s pretty late,” he whispered, glancing at our bedside clock. “What have you and our house guest been doing?”

Instead of answering him, I guided his hand between my legs to feel the sloppy condition of my pussy. His sharp intake of breath indicated his realization that his wife had been very naughty. Fully awake now, he quickly rolled over on top of me, and I happily spread my legs to receive him. His cock... Read More