For a moment she considers just staying there, touching herself, relieving her needs. But then she thinks of her husband, or more specifically, his cock. And her pussy quivered, imaging being filled with a real cock rather than a toy.
She got up and quickly entered their darkened bedroom, use to this routine as her husband generally went to bed before her and was normally sound asleep by the time she joined him. She stripped in the dark, dropping her clothes over the back of a chair, then reached for her nightie hanging on the back of the door. She paused, a naughty smile crossing her face, and she decided to leave it hanging there, instead creeping across the floor to her side of the bed.
Lifting the duvet, she slipped in, naked, and quickly rolled against her sleeping husband’s back. She snaked a hand around him, not surprised to feel him in his own pyjama bottoms. Her hand eased over them, tracing the outline of his soft cock, and teasingly she begun to rub him through the soft thin material. And as she did she pressed herself against his back, feeling her hard nipples rub over his skin.
As she felt his cock slowly stiffen under her hand, she eased it into the waistband of his bottoms, sliding inside until she felt the nakedness of his cock and wrapped her hand gently around it. And all this time her husband still slept on.
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