Morning Fun with Free Parking in the Rear
The phone rang. I woke up feeling, as usual, crappy. Having brain injuries makes life much less pleasurable than I have enjoyed in the past. Sleeping is a nice escape from the everyday grind but waking is usually pure hell. This day was no different.
“Hello,” I mumbled.
It was somebody interested in buying the truck I’m trying to sell. I mumbled to him, yes, it’s still available. He had other questions which I was able to slowly answer. I hung up.
“Who was that?” Heather mumbled from her groggy awakening.
“Somebody about the truck,” I answered.
“Can’t they call at a normal time?” She asked.
“9:30,” she answered.
Yeah, I’m retired because of the brain injuries. Heather is off work from teaching school. We’re both loving the time to sleep late and be lazy. By world standards, 9:30 am is a normal time.
“I guess not,” I answered and rolled over to hopefully go back to sleep.
Heather had other plans. She snuggled up behind me and started spooning while rubbing my face, head, and chest with her hand. I wasn’t too happy about this as I figured it wouldn’t go anywhere. I’ve been fairly depressed with our lack of intimacy in the past several months. If I hadn’t been willing to get something moving, the two times we’ve made love during that stretch wouldn’t have happened. I was feeling sexually neglected.
In Heather’s defense, she’s had to pick up the slack with me being out of work and collecting disability. The disability payment helps but it’s a fraction of what I was making before I had to stop working. We’ve been diligent in watching our budget. We’re keeping our heads above water but the stress is a bit overwhelming at times. Heather feels it more than I do. It’s hard to feel amorous when the weight of the world is on your shoulders. Even with that knowledge, it’s easy to be selfish, wanting my wife to desire me.
As she snuggled up, I was trying not to enjoy the sensations of her fingers lightly running over my face, head, chest, arms, and stomach. I knew she wouldn’t go any further south so I was determined to feel the sensations but not give her any indication how much I was enjoying it.
I rolled onto my back and she accommodated me putting my arm around her. No matter how selfish I can be, I still love Heather and wanted her to feel a little closer to me, something she hasn’t been feeling much lately. I’ve been distant and a bit cold in my selfishness. I also wanted to avoid the “what’s wrong?” question that would follow if I didn’t reciprocate at least a little.
As I lie there enjoying the light touch of her fingers, I found my hand exploring her back under her pajamas. I’ve always loved Heather’s soft skin and how I can make her squirm with the tickle of a light touch. I call it “soft caresses”. She calls it tickling. I don’t think we’ll ever come to an agreement.
Suddenly she was rubbing at the top of my athletic shorts (my pajamas of choice), and then a few fingers slipped just under the elastic. My disposition brightened a bit but I still had doubts she would progress any further. Until she did.
Even though her fingers remained on the outside of my shorts, her fingers were suddenly running the length of my soft penis. Her touch was light which is how I love it. I felt a tingling but, again, tried to defy those feelings not wanting to be disappointed when she suddenly announced she had things to do and stopped.
She didn’t stop and I was growing hard under her soft touch. I began having hope for getting some action. I slipped my hand under the elastic of her PJ bottom and began rubbing her ass. She responded by moving her fingers down my leg below my shorts, slipping her hand up under and running her fingernails directly on my stiffening member.
Within a few minutes, I was rock hard and no longer caring that she knew I was enjoying it. I moaned my delight as I continued kneading her sweet ass cheeks.
She suddenly stopped, rolled away from me, hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her PJ bottoms and panties and slid them down her long legs. She tossed them on the floor, sat up and removed her top. She rolled back toward me and started tugging
at my shorts. I didn’t hesitate and immediately helped her pull them off me, then sat up to take off my t-shirt.
It was time for me to get involved. I rolled over toward her, tucked my right arm under her neck, so we were now facing each other. Heather reached for my hardened cock as I explored her soft, bare skin with my left hand. I started at her hip and slowly ran my hand up her side, past her breast up to her face. I cupped her cheek in my palm, my fingers running behind her ear into her hair, and pulled her in for a soft kiss. Our lips parted allowing our tongues to slow dance.
I moved my hand down and gave her nipple a light squeeze. She gasped and her hand moved from my cock to my hand to pull my fingers away.
“Ow,” she said and gave my cheek a quick light slap as she smiled at me.
“You like that didja?” I smirked.
“NO!” she exclaimed, but I knew better. She does like her nipples tweaked but the first one always startles her.
“Whatever,” I smiled.
She reached out and gave my nipple a squeeze. I yelped and we both giggled.
My hand began rubbing and exploring again and soon I was playing with the soft, nappy hair above her pussy. I tugged them lightly then rubbed the sting away. I moved closer to her promised land but slid my fingers to the side to avoid contact with her clit. My middle finger found her opening. She was already leaking moisture on her outside lips.
I slipped my finger in just enough to coat the tip with her juices then back out to smear it around her opening, making my caresses smooth and lubricated. I slipped my finger back inside a bit further and felt the spongy softness of her G-Spot. Her head tilted back and she began cooing her soft moans as I lightly rubbed and massaged inside her.
We’ve learned over the years that Heather gets very wet when she’s aroused. She’s learning to control her wetness and trying to learn how to squirt. She knows how to push her juices out but hasn’t figured out the squirting yet. The more I lightly massaged her G-Spot, the wetter she became.
Eventually, I inserted my ring finger and used both the to alternately massage her. Here and there, I would withdraw and rub my wet fingers on her clit. With her right hand, she would grab my hand and push my fingers harder on her clit. With her left hand, she had a firm grasp on my cock. She was on her back. I was lying facing her with my left leg across her legs. My cock was resting on her thigh as she rubbed me.
As I continued inserting my fingers in her ever increasing moist pussy, she continued stroking my hard cock. At some point, she softly pointed out, “Your cock is leaking all over my leg.”
“Yeah. You must be enjoying this.”
“I thought I was hiding it.”
“Well, you’re leaking all over my fingers,” I pointed out.
“You must be doing something right,” she cooed.
As I continued rubbing her G-Spot, she continued moaning while her juices flowed freely. I began moving my fingers a bit faster, listening to the squishy sounds coming from her drenched pussy. My cock continued leaking pre-cum on her leg.
I soon realized Heather’s pussy was flowing more than could be contained. I slowly removed my fingers and followed the flow down between her pussy and butthole and across her anus. She surprised me when she moaned as I rubbed around her pussy juice soaked asshole. She usually doesn’t go in for much anal play.
I took advantage by slowly slipping my index finger back into her pussy while slowly sliding my middle finger shallowly into her ass. As I rubbed her G-Spot lightly I withdrew my finger from her ass. I rubbed around the outside of her anus as I continued with my attention on her G-Spot. I slowly re-entered her ass a bit deeper, withdrew again, and re-inserted to my middle knuckle. Normally she would have been giving me the stink-eye by now. Not this time. Her head was still thrown back, eyes closed, while she moaned her pleasure.
I started moving quicker, finger fucking her cunt with my index finger, and asshole with my middle finger. She continued stroking my cock and moaning her pleasure.
“Mmmmm, baby. Why don’t you come over here and fuck me?” she asked.
“You won’t need that,” I said.
“Am I wet enough?” she asked.
My answer was to slide my leaking cock into her drenched love hole.
“Oooooohhhhhhhh,” she sighed as I slowly plunged my full length into her and held my position.
I slowly slid out until my head was completely clear then slowly pushed back in. I supported my upper body with my hands under her armpits so I could watch my cock slowly disappear inside her then reappear.
“Mmmmm, you know how to fuck me so good,” she said as I backed out and plunged in.
“I’ve had plenty of practice,” I replied and started a nice, slow, steady pace. I moved my hands and lowered my upper body fully on hers. Our mouths found each other and we kissed with passion. I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth as I pushed my cock inside her cunt.
She was so wet. Each stroke created sloppy, wet fuck sounds.
“We’re making fucking sounds. I can feel my cum running down my ass,” she told me between kisses.
I reached down between our bodies and wrapped my fingers around my cock. She was so wet and slippery. As I fucked her, I started stroking my cock, which, in turn, caused my fingers to enter her along with my cock. I was fucking her with my cock and my index and middle fingers.
She seemed to enjoy me finger fucking her asshole earlier so I slid my ring finger in her ass. She again threw her head back and moaned as I double fucked her ass with one finger, and her cunt with my cock and two other fingers.
I was ready to cum just thinking about being so close to ass fucking my wife, a long time fantasy.
Damn! Our daughter was at the door wanting a ride to work and neither of us had turned the lock. I pulled my hand away from her genitals and began the search for our blanket just in case she opened the door. She didn’t but the mood was broken. Heather told her she’d be out in a minute.
At this point, my cock was softening. Heather thought she could bring me back.
“Fuck me, baby. Give me your hard cock.”
I tried to keep it going but this damn brain with its injuries has a mind of its own. Within about 2 minutes, I was soft.
“How about this?” I started. “Go give her a ride, I’ll pop a few of my ‘special friends’ and get in the shower so I’m not so stinky, and we’ll start again when you get back.” I have been working outside in the heat the past few days and I really was a bit pungent. I also know that after I’ve lost an erection, I have a hard time getting another for a while. God bless Viagra.
“I need a shower too,” she said. “How about you wait for me and we can shower together.”
“Sounds good to me,” I replied and rolled off her.
She got up, grabbed her bedside towel and tried to wipe herself dry.
“Geez, I really am drenched, aren’t I?”
“Pfft, yeah. You’re a fuckin fountain this morning,” I proudly exclaimed.
“HELL YEAH! Don’t you?”
“Yeah, the wetter the better,” she said as she turned to go get dressed.
She finished and she was out the door. She wouldn’t be gone long. Our daughter only works about a mile from home. I popped my pills then grabbed my phone to check my Facebook feed while she was gone.
When she returned, I got up and started the shower. She soon joined me and started shampooing my head (not much hair up there to shampoo.) I love how she runs her fingernails though my … scalp. She also shampoos my face and beard.
After I rinsed the shampoo, she picked up the soap and started lathering my body. When she reached my cock, she was happily surprised that it was flying half-staff. She started stroking me and soon I was hard as a rock. She turned me around to wash my back and ass. She knows I love her finger in my ass and she never disappoints inserting her finger and giving me a wonderful, but short, prostate massage and a good reach around with her other hand.
Heather and I have fucked in the shower many times. But we’re older now. With my back and knee issues, I have a hard time being able to stand long enough to do the job right. I knew I was going to push her against the wall and fuck her hard but also figured it would end in a few short minutes and I’d have to wait to finish the deal in bed.
After a couple of pushes into my ass, I could wait no longer. I grabbed the soap, lathered her pussy, pushed her against the wall and shoved my rock-hard cock into her. She gasped, reached down, grabbed my cock while I pumped in and out of her. I slowed only once to catch my breath. I was close to cumming and realized I would not be denied.
In ecstasy, I unloaded my cum in Heather’s soapy cunt. She moaned her approval as I emptied into her.
Being a man, I’m usually ready for a short nap after a good orgasm. Unlike most men, my brain injuries play a bigger role. After an orgasm, I’m not only ready for a nap, I’m also dizzy and unbalanced which causes even more fatigue. Heather knows this so once I pulled out, she quickly grabbed the handheld shower nozzle and began rinsing me.
I stumbled out of the shower feeling bad I didn’t get the chance to shampoo her long, thick hair, and give her the same lather job I had received from her. But I was so dizzy and fatigued, I was barely able to dry myself and make it to the bed.
Once on the bed, I immediately fell asleep. Heather’s movements in the shower, then drying, and then getting dressed stirred me a few times. I was disappointed when I realized she was dressing as I love the naked cuddle after a good orgasm. She had things to do and knew I needed the sleep. But I knew once dressed, naked time was over for the day.
I slept for about an hour. When my eyes opened slowly, I looked at the clock. I realized I’d slept more than my standard 15-20 minutes. I stretched my arms out and felt Heather next to me. I turned and looked at her fully naked body.
“You’re naked,” I said.
“You’re awake, Captain Obvious,” she replied.
With my right hand, I ran my hand down her chest, across her breast, and down to her pubes. My left hand found my cock. I was surprised to find I had a nice little woody going on.
“Hmmm,” I said, “the Viagra is still working.”
“Yes it is,” she said. “What shall we do about that?”
“I like that idea,“ she said and repositioned herself to suck my cock. She always starts a 69 by sucking my cock for a while first.
“Get up here and fuck me, babe,” I said.
She gave one last wet slurp on my cock, moved up my body, kissed me deeply while positioning her pussy over my cock. She started reaching down to help me in but there was no need. My hard cock was standing at attention. When the moment was right, I simply pushed my hips forward and slid easily into her wetness.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a second orgasm so quickly after the first but I knew I was going to blow soon. I usually have some control over my first orgasm but none on the second. Once I start feeling it, if I stop, I can’t come back. I grabbed Heather’s hips, started pulling her down hard on my cock, and fucked her.
I fucked her harder, pushing her down on my cock over and over until I was again unloading my cum inside her. I pumped a good load into her and held her hips pushing her down on each pulse of cum.
When I finally stopped, Heather looked down at me and said, “Look who’s multi-orgasmic today.”
“Yeah,” I said in my groggy stupor, “That doesn’t happen much.”
“Well, enjoy it, baby. You deserve it,” she said.
Fight as I might, I could not keep my eyes open. Again, I was exhausted and needed sleep. When Heather dismounted, I picked up my bedside towel and, unlike most times when I would normally wipe the cum off my cock, I simply wrapped the towel around my cock. I quickly fell asleep. This time, I slept for nearly three hours.
When I woke, Heather wasn’t in the room. Even though I had just slept, I was still extremely tired. I knew if I didn’t get up, I would sleep the entire day. Brain injury does that to me. When I got up, I realized the towel was still wrapped around my cock. I grabbed it to put it away. As I pulled it away, I realized how juicy Heather truly was. Her cum mixed with mine had created a very powerful adhesive. I about passed out in pain as the towel ripped away from half my cock. I looked down and saw I still had to get the other half free. It took nearly a full minute to slowly unglue myself from the towel.
Sex is a thrilling, messy business. It was worth every painful tug.
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