Sleepy Surprise

"BRRZZZZZT!"

The loud buzz of the alarm terminated almost as abruptly as it began, as I slapped my hand down on the snooze button. No light shone through the drapes; it was still pitch black outside. I hate Daylight Savings, that one time of year when we screw up everybody's internal clock and make them lose an hour's sleep.

This was especially tough for me, since I had to get such an early start on this first Monday after the time change. I held the alarm clock in my outstretched hand, my body frozen in place after its swift movement to stifle the noise. Donny's deep breathing next to me confirmed that he was still soundly asleep. Good. He'd been up very late and could still catch about three hours more sleep before beginning his busy day. Our schedules had somehow gotten out of synch in the past few months, disrupting many things -- not the least of which was our sex life.

I carefully set the clock down on the nighttable, switching off the alarm button, and slipped gently out of bed. In the pitch darkness I made my way into the bathroom, closed the door, and flipped on the light. A few minutes later, I turned on the hot water in the shower to let it warm up. I opened the door just a crack to peek out and check the time. The fixture in the bathroom sent out a strong shaft of light through the doorway, splitting the otherwise totally dark bedroom in half, the centerline running right across our bed. The morning was pleasantly warm, so my husband was lying there totally uncovered. The ribbon of light was just wide enough to illuminate his hips, spotlighting his fully erect cock, standing straight and tall.

Ah, yes, that first magnificent erection of the morning. I smiled as I remembered that phenomenon. Closing the door, I climbed into the shower. Going through my bathing ritual, my mind flashed again on his "tower of love" just outside the door. How many times we'd made good use of that morning arousal... I'd awaken to feel his boner gently prodding my backside, and I'd turn onto my back, part my legs, and invite him inside me. Pulling him into me, I'd tuck my heels into his buttocks, coaxing him even deeper inside. A few words of encouragement, "Come on, lover, give me all of that big cock... it feels soooo good..." and he'd plunge deep into me, his body shuddering, and I'd feel that big blast of cum surge inside my waiting pussy.

Or, just about as often, I'd awaken to see the tent-pole next to me, slide the covers back, and straddle him for an early-morning quickie of my own. I could ride him up and down, sliding his cock in and out, or slide back and forth, moving just my hips. This kept him deep inside me and always seemed to bring him off quickly and strongly.

What had happened to those simpler days? When we could casually knock off a quickie whenever we felt like it, and still have time and energy for long, langorous sessions of intense lovemaking once or twice a week. With our schedules so crazy, and our jobs so demanding, it seemed like we never had time for any sex at all anymore.

I turned off the shower, stepped out, and toweled off. As I roughly dried my hair with a fresh towel, I peeked out to door again just to see... he was still soundly sleeping, in the same position, and his magnificent boner was still pointing skyward, though beginning to droop a bit. I'd forgotten how beautiful his cock was...

When we were first married, I used to tease him about his "porn star cock" and how he should be in movies. His cock is just over six inches long, but perfectly straight and with a flawless cylindrical shaft. The head is a darker color than the shaft, with a silky smooth texture, and is beautifully formed with a pronounced ridge like a big, sexy mushroom. In fact, it looks just like the cock of Peter North, our favorite porn star (not quite as long, of course, and that's alright with me!).

Leaving the door ajar, I finished towel-drying my hair, and quickly ran a comb through it. I stepped into the bedroom, leaving the door open slightly to provide just a bit of light in the room.

Donny's breathing told me that he was deeply and completely asleep. I tiptoed around to his side of the bed. He'd shifted his position, bending the leg nearest me and turning his body slightly toward that side. His erection had nearly subsided, and his cock lay dormant against his upper thigh. I knelt next to the bed, my face near his hips.

I didn't want to wake him, knowing how badly he needed his sleep... but I did want to have a bit of fun. I decided to play a little game with myself, getting him off without using anything but my mouth. Pursing my lips, I gently blew a little cool air over his softening penis. It twitched once in response. I blew again, keeping the stream of air going for several long seconds. This time his cock rose to the occasion, lifting like a fleshy drawbridge off of his thigh. It pointed toward me now at a jaunty angle.

Bending forward, I opened my mouth as wide as I could manage. Without letting any skin touch, I allowed his swollen cock to enter my mouth almost all the way. At the moment I felt his big cockhead touch the back of my tongue, I knew I'd reached my limit, and I closed my lips and mouth around his organ all at once. The warm, moist sensation stirred him, and he reacted with a gentle moan. I held him there, motionless, for several seconds so as not to wake him.

His cock was nearly fully erect, and I knew it wouldn't take long to bring him off. I pulled my head back, allowing his cock to slide between my lips while I kept the suction on it. When his cockhead reached my lips, I pushed forward again, taking him once again all the way into my mouth. With his size and my skill, I can take him almost all the way, plenty far for "the total blowjob experience" as he used to fondly call it.

I started slowly, sucking him from head to base and back again, resisting the urge to reach up and stroke it with my hand or play with his balls (he really likes that... in fact, I've gotten him off more than once just by fondling his balls and whispering sweet nasty things into his ear...). His cock grew totally hard and even more swollen in my mouth, but his deep breathing told me he was still soundly asleep. I began moving my head up and down faster, then faster still, all the while sucking and licking him strongly with each stroke.

The moment of truth had arrived, I could tell. My memory of his habits and techniques was still very clear, even after all these years. It was time.

I pulled my head back until just his cockhead was in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down rapidly, my lips concentrating on the most sensitive inch of his body: the ridge of his cockhead. My efforts were quickly rewarded; after a dozen such strokes his body moved upward, forcing a bit more of his cock in to my mouth, and I reacted by pulling back just a bit and sucking even harder and faster. My mouth was suddenly filled with his hot gooey cream. I resisted the urge to swallow, keeping up my bobbing action to bring all of his juice out. Four or five more spurts followed, and I held all of his juice in my hungry mouth. Finally he was spent.

His cock was hot in my mouth, which was now full of his love juice. I parted my lips slightly, letting his goo run out and down his perfect shaft. Now getting soft, I gently let his cock slip out of my mouth, and it gently fell back against his loins, pointing up toward his face. I ran my lips along the underside, letting the rest of his cum dribble out.

I leaned back to admire my handiwork. His lovely cock was pink and swollen, but now looked very tame. It lay back on his abdomen, pointing toward the head of the bed. A big puddle of white creamy goo lay alongside it from the base up to the head. His body had not moved, and he had certainly not awakened. I wondered... what he had been dreaming about?

I got up and went back to the bathroom to finish getting ready for work. In about three hours, Donny's alarm would go off, and he'd have to get up too. What would he think had happened to him during the night? I'd have to ask him later.