John turned his attention back to his sleeping wife. She looked so peaceful as he carefully undid her pajama shirt. She wore no bra under it, and he carefully pushed it away from her chest, exposing her big boobs. She showed no sign of waking up from John's action, though her nipples were hard. Probably from the cool night air, thought John.
Moving downward, John saw that his wife's pajama bottoms and panties had slid off her waist during night, exposing her auburn bush to the night air. The pajama drawstring had come untied. John found this very odd. The only way this could have happened would be if Stacy had done it herself while she was sleeping. Her pussy was wet; she was aroused.
John carefully slid his wife's pajama pants and panties off, dropping them on the floor at the edge of the bed. He went back to looking at her sleeping face. He hadn't removed her top, just unbuttoned it. Yet her top was on the floor on her side of the bed. Now his wife was nude, next to him.
John kissed his sleeping wife lightly on the lips, and she moaned in response. She started spreading her legs, inviting her husband to make love to her. John knew she was still sleeping. He mounted Stacy and began to thrust his cock into her. Slowly, at first, but gaining momentum with every thrust. Throughout the intercourse, Stacy's face remained unchanged. She was asleep, as her husband came inside her.
John rolled off his wife and back onto his side of the bed. He could not believe that he had fucked his wife in her sleep, and she had not woken up. Yet that paled to what happened next.
Stacy got out of bed, still sound asleep. Her big tits jiggled as she rose. Her head was off to one side, her eyes still closed.
"Checking on the kids. Be right back." she said in a sleep-blurred voice. She headed out of the room, nude.
John, alarmed by his wife's sudden sleepwalking, put on his robe and followed her. The events of the last fifteen minutes had suddenly taken a turn towards the bizarre. |