pretending to sleep
In summer there is already some dim light in our bedroom early in the morning. I woke up I don't know why.
Laying on my side facing my wife, who was facing me too.
With half-closed eyes I could see that her pyjama was wide open,
her right hand cupping her left breasts with her thumb on her nip, slowly caressing it.
Then her left hand cupped her right breast, both nips now close together.
The position made her boobs look even fuller than they already were.
I watched in awe.
Ever so slowly I managed to unbutton my pyjama too, then let my left hand
sneak to my right breast and cupping it, massaging it slowly.
She was still lokoing down, apparently enjoying the view of her full breasts being kneaded.
A soft moan escaped her lips.
I moved my feet in a kind of natural sleeping movement and by this pulled down my cover,
so my upper body became partly exposed.
My cupped breast was now in plain view, but I didn't caress it at that moment.
Briefly I asked myself, whether she'd be able to see my exposed breasts,
but of course, since I could see her too.
Her head was now slowly moving up. I breathed deep and pretended to sleep on.
Now she moved all of a sudden a bit closer and down, until her lips were level with my right nip.
Ever so gently her tongue began to circle my nip.
I couldn't help but let my breast twitch under this licking.
Noticing this she was cupping my right breast now with her left hand instead of my own hand.
She gently closed her lips around my nip, but didn't suckle me.
I held my breath, asking myself, how long I'd be able to hold up this charade.
Now she slowly began to suckle me, fell into a rythm.
I moaned.
Now you were whispering 'You like that, I know it.'
I surrendered and murmured 'Oh yes...'
Now she cupped both of my breasts from their sides, making them full.
I moaned again.
Her hands were giving my breasts a gentle massage, thumbs on my nips.
"What are you thinking?' she asked.
'Now, OMG, somehow embarrassing..."
'Nothing is embarrassing here...'
'Oh but it is...'
'Come on...' her massage became more intense.
'Why do you want know?'
'Because it will arouse me, most likely...'
Reluctantly I stammered 'I imagine that you imagine...'
'Yes?' Still cupping my breasts her tongue began to circle my nips.
'Oh...I imagine that you imagine my breasts to be those of a young girl...OMG
'But that's exactly how they look and feel' she whispered and resumed your rythmical suckling.
In summer there is already some dim light in our bedroom early in the morning. I woke up I don't know why.
Laying on my side facing my wife, who was facing me too.
With half-closed eyes I could see that her pyjama was wide open,
her right hand cupping her left breasts with her thumb on her nip, slowly caressing it.
Then her left hand cupped her right breast, both nips now close together.
The position made her boobs look even fuller than they already were.
I watched in awe.
Ever so slowly I managed to unbutton my pyjama too, then let my left hand
sneak to my right breast and cupping it, massaging it slowly.
She was still lokoing down, apparently enjoying the view of her full breasts being kneaded.
A soft moan escaped her lips.
I moved my feet in a kind of natural sleeping movement and by this pulled down my cover,
so my upper body became partly exposed.
My cupped breast was now in plain view, but I didn't caress it at that moment.
Briefly I asked myself, whether she'd be able to see my exposed breasts,
but of course, since I could see her too.
Her head was now slowly moving up. I breathed deep and pretended to sleep on.
Now she moved all of a sudden a bit closer and down, until her lips were level with my right nip.
Ever so gently her tongue began to circle my nip.
I couldn't help but let my breast twitch under this licking.
Noticing this she was cupping my right breast now with her left hand instead of my own hand.
She gently closed her lips around my nip, but didn't suckle me.
I held my breath, asking myself, how long I'd be able to hold up this charade.
Now she slowly began to suckle me, fell into a rythm.
I moaned.
Now you were whispering 'You like that, I know it.'
I surrendered and murmured 'Oh yes...'
Now she cupped both of my breasts from their sides, making them full.
I moaned again.
Her hands were giving my breasts a gentle massage, thumbs on my nips.
"What are you thinking?' she asked.
'Now, OMG, somehow embarrassing..."
'Nothing is embarrassing here...'
'Oh but it is...'
'Come on...' her massage became more intense.
'Why do you want know?'
'Because it will arouse me, most likely...'
Reluctantly I stammered 'I imagine that you imagine...'
'Yes?' Still cupping my breasts her tongue began to circle my nips.
'Oh...I imagine that you imagine my breasts to be those of a young girl...OMG
'But that's exactly how they look and feel' she whispered and resumed your rythmical suckling.