Sunday Morning Masturbation

I haven’t written about our sex lives for ages but events this morning made me realise I just had to let you know about some of the things we get up to. I know some of you like to read about what we get up to, but too often we are so busy enjoying ourselves and doing our sex toy reviews that we simply don’t get chance to tell you about it.

Like I said, what just happened made me realise I had to write to you about the marvellous way I was woken up this morning.

I woke to feel Alex’s hard cock pressed into the small of my back. He was moving slowly, grinding himself into me and I soon felt the slick wetness of precum lubricating the skin of his penis against the small of my back.

“What do you want?” I asked, teasing him. It was pretty obvious what he was after.

He mumbled something indistinct then “Suze, I love yourrngh.” He was still asleep and dreaming about me. I wanted to wake him and feel him inside me but didn’t want to spoil his Sunday lie-in so decided to pleasure myself instead. I was tingling at the thought of what pervy little dream Alex would be having about me because when he tells me about his dreams he usually surprises me with the devilish and ingenious sexual scenarios that his unconscious mind creates.

My pussy lips were buzzing with blood already making them swell. I moved my legs, gently so as not to disturb him and wake him from what was obviously an absorbing encounter with me because his hips had started to grind hard against my buttocks. My hand was between my lips and sliding easily because of the copious wetness my filthy mind’s thoughts were causing.

I rubbed my clit, again gently so Alex could enjoy his dream without interruption but I so wanted to frantically frig myself to orgasm! The tension between my desires and my consideration for the owner of the throbbing member rubbing against the skin of my back was unbearable. I was teetering on the edge of a climax but not quite there for minute after minute.

Then Alex’s hand slowly reached around and grasped my breast and crushed it with a grip that made me bite my lip so as not to cry out with discomfort. “Suuuuuze.” He moaned and began to cum!

His hot sticky seed squirted between us and was spread across my back and his stomach by his constant grinding. I could feel each jet making us wetter and stickier. That was it, I came with a groan that turned into a scream of joy.

We both became still and for a minute or so the bedroom was silent.

Then Alex realised he had just had a wet dream. “Oh hell, I’m sorry. I err.”

I put my wet fingers over my shoulder and under his nose “Don’t be sorry.” I said as he sniffed them. “Don’t be sorry at all. Though, you can wipe my back if you like.”