Joys of Married Life

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I was lying in bed on a Sunday morning When my wife called from the kitchen, "Breakfast's ready".
As I was otherwise engaged, I did not reply at first.
"Are you coming?" she called.
"Nearly" I replied.
"What did you say?"
"I'm nearly coming, Wait a bbbit" I gasped.
"Hurry up, it's getting cold"
I was hurrying up. I came with a big explosion. I opened my eyes to see my wife standing in the doorway watching me.
"Come along, big boy", she said, handing me a tissue, "wipe it up and come and eat your breakfast."

It's funny, really, how I always want to masturbate the morning after we have had a good fuck the night before. She doesn't want sex in the morning; she's a night-time fucker.
Quite often we have breakfast sitting up in bed at the weekend and, while she likes to read after, I like to wank lying beside her.
My favourite position is to push up against her and rest my right elbow on her while I wank so that she can feel it. She usually rests her hand on me or plays with my nipple. Sometimes, she will lie down beside me with one arm around my shoulders and with the other hand, hold my balls. That is the best.
When I come, she kisses me and hands me a tissue.

Sometimes I wake up in the night and feel the bed shaking. She has had another of her sexy dreams and is masturbating. I reach out to her and place my hand on her belly to feel the movement and cuddle up against her. Then I reach over with my other hand and insert a finger in her cunt. She likes that, but only if I keep it still.
Sometimes I masturbate alongside her and try to come together with her.
After, we settle down to sleep with her bum pushed into my belly which is still wet and sticky with my cum so that we stick together.
She opens her legs and reaches through and pulls my cock between her thighs and holds it there as we fall asleep.

It's just those little things in married life that give so much joy!

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