I sacrifice for you readers; I really do!  You see, the other night I stayed up quite late editing a story that I hoped would be wank-worthy for you.  So, after posting my most recent blog, I slugged off to bed and collapsed having had a very long day.  That was the sacrifice? you might ask. The answer is hell no!  The sacrifice for you began when I woke up early the next morning with the feel of my wife’s long fingers searching for my morning wood.

Truthfully I thought I was dreaming at first.  We often avoid these moments out of concern for the prying eyes of our young-ones.  But through my blurry eyes I noticed that the bedroom door was shut and my wife had decided to take advantage of this moment.  Her searching tentacles slid under my loose-hanging boxers and wrapped around my cock.  Relentless, her hand went to work on me; stroking with a strong, piston-pump. My mind cleared quickly and I had to decide between holding off an orgasm until I knew her intentions or simply blasting off to go back to sleep, albeit with a big smile on my face.  Alas, I am not the selfish kind.

What are you up to? I asked.  Her response was simple: I’m horny and want to get off any way possible. That I could accommodate.  We rolled through our covers until I was on my back and she was only slightly turned in toward me.  She ratcheted her panties off giving my hand access to her already swollen and wet pussy.  My fingers slid down her wet line.  My only decision was whether to give her a clitoral orgasm or a g-spot one.  I decided to give her one of each.

She’s usually not quick to come, but this morning was quite different.  I think I was fingering her clit for maybe a minute or two before her hips started to buck and her arm no longer moved her hand on my cock.  Instead it froze and her fist tightened its grip.  She came, as quietly as the time we fucked in the upstairs of her parents house so many years ago.  Her soft giggle told me she’d concluded with her first.  When I maneuvered for a better angle, she giggled a little louder realizing she was about to get her second.  My thumb slid in and started flicking her g-spot.  A few minutes later, she came again.

She pulled me from the bed towards the bathroom attached to our bedroom.  We closed and locked the door ensuring the children could not happen upon a traumatic scene.  My wife bent over the sink cabinet in the bathroom and I bent my knees behind hers.  My cock slid into to her hot, wet pussy.  I thrust my hips against her hunched body.  Her flesh moved with each thrust and my hands tightened against her hips.  Her face contorted in the mirror as I watched her third climax begin to climb inside of her.  As her head flipped back and her hands squeezed the edge of the cabinet, I climaxed in time with hers.  Quietly, secretly we let our bodies relax from the conclusion of what was only to be a morning wank.