She got up, used the bathroom, went downstairs and started their coffee. She left it bubbling and went back upstairs. They had things they wanted to do that day. She knew that he didn’t want to get up but he would be upset with himself if he didn’t.

She did her duty and put her hand on his shoulder.

“Come on, time to get up,” she said.

“Hnh,” he said.

He was lean and muscular. His hair was short and well kept mostly. She looked at his long back to his taut buttocks. She looked at the wall of her husband. She climbed onto the bed and leaned over him.

“Wha?” he said.

“Shh, let me wake you up,” she said.

She leaned over him more so that her body was draped over him. She took his dick in her hand and stroked it. It awoke far quicker than he did. She ran her hand slowly, making sure not to grip too tightly. It was always a difficult thing to judge. Him on the other hand, he always knew how much pressure her clit needed. It was one of the reasons she married him and something that she had never mentioned to her girlfriends.

She ran her hand up and down the bulges and veins of his dick. Running her thumb over the tip of it. He began to grow deeply in his throat. He was reaching full hardness.

She leaned over fully and took him in her mouth. Running her tongue over those veins that she had once held. The fullness and hardness in her mouth was something in and of itself. She ran her tongue around it like a stripper going down a pole. She knew he didn’t want her to suck on it like a porn star. He wanted it slow and sensual.

She let out little moans as she sucked. He put his hand in her hair, he didn’t pull it, just let himself feel the silky strands and let them slip out of his fingers. Her suction increased, her speed increased slightly. He began to let out a some strangled noises. He was getting close. He let her hair go. She knew that meant that he would let her choose where he came.

Today, he would finish in her mouth.

She kept going, she heard his moans get higher.

“Oh shit,” he said.

Her mouth was filled with his salty cum. She swallowed it. It was not her favorite taste but she would do this for him. She looked up at him. Licking her lips, to be funny rather than sexy. He looked back at her through lidded eyes.

“How the fuck am I supposed to get up now?” he said. “Christ, that wore me out.”

“Get up, get up,” she said.

She started to push him up out of bed.

“Fine, fine, let’s go,” he said. “Do you want me to go down on you? This feels one sided.”

“You can make it up to me later, c’mon, if we don’t go now, they’ll run out of all the good pastries at the farmer’s market,” she said.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He did make it up to her later. He went down on her while they watched the current dumb reality show that she was into.