I woke up first Monday morning.I woke up first Monday morning. Of course, I always wake up first. After seven years of marriage this was nothing new. New Years Eve had been fun, the other couples at the party were good company. My wife Julie, as was her custom, had flirted with every man during the evening. Now this morning she lay sleeping, tired from being out until two in the morning. Just like every morning I looked at the woman I had grown to know so well over the years. Thirty one last July, she still maintained her youthful looks. Five foot seven, 36-C breasts with nipples that turn rock hard. A slim waist and legs that go forever. After seven years, I knew better than to wake her up without the normal morning cup of coffee. Downstairs, make coffee, and return. "Morning sweet heart, coffee is ready", I said, placing the coffee on her night stand. I took my cup, and climbed back into bed, newspaper ready to read. She lay on her belly to my right. I could see the outline of her body under the sheets. Her pajama bottoms lay crumpled at the foot of the bed. It has always amazed me how she goes to sleep in silk pajamas and wakes up naked from the waist down. "Oh well", I thought, "lets see." I lay down the paper and moved my right hand under the sheets to rest on the small of her back. No jerk, no reaction. Slowly my hand moves down over her left cheek. Her little ass feels gooooood. Back and forth with my hand. Now gently the side of my hand moves into the crack and I grab and squeeze. Julie moans quietly, and shifts her position slightly. Now she is on her left side, and her movement places my hand on her waist and hip. |