You get home from the office Christmas party and stumble up the stairs, stripping off the dress, the heels, the bra, dropping your glasses on the vanity and collapsing into bed beside your husband. Within seconds, you're snoring. Good thing, he's already asleep.
Morning comes and you feel his arm covering you. You reach back and feel that he's hard. Whimpering quietly in his sleep as you touch him. You pull your panties down and ease back against him, sliding his shorts down and while you're not quite wet enough, you still push yourself onto him. Ever since he agreed to get the vasectomy, you're more attracted to him than ever.
He doesn't move. He's still asleep. You smile to yourself. "How great of a wife would he think I am if he wakes up and I'm riding his cock?" So you keep it gentle, small rocking of your hips as you gradually ease yourself all the way on him.
"Fuck, he's extremely hard today," you think.
It's been a few days since the two of you had sex so you don't think he will last long once he wakes up. You look back at his blurry face and then reach between your legs, cradling his balls.
"How is he still asleep?"
"Unh, unh," he moans softly in his sleep and then you feel his cock throbbing, shooting cum into you.
You slide off, disappointed he never woke up before he came. But maybe he had a really great dream and you could play along with it for a bit. Torture him.
You slide out of bed and tiptoe to the bathroom to pee. Washing your hands, you pick up your glasses and look at yourself in the mirror. Dark circles under your eyes. Headache. You need coffee.
You root around on the floor and find your purse, looking for your phone to see what time it is but forget all of that because you have eight missed calls and as many texts. All from your husband. He was so sorry but had to go into work. He was trying to reach you to see what you wanted to do. Critical patient. But someone needed to stay at the house with the kids while they slept. Don't freak out if you walk in and he's asleep on the sofa or in the spare room.
The only person he could find was his best friend, the best man in our wedding, and somehow still a virgin at 35. Except, now he wasn't a virgin. He was reliable and trustworthy, and a good cook, and somehow still a virgin. Except, now he definitely wasn't.
Your husband has had a vasectomy. Jon has not. You turn the shower on and step in, hopping up and down trying to shake the cum out, resorting to squatting and spreading your pussy.
You grab a towel and dry off. You calm down because you want to keep up appearances when you walk out and see Jon.
He's still asleep. You pull back the covers and see his cock, it's still hard. You cover it up by sliding his shorts over it. He stirs and opens his eyes.
"Oh, sorry," he says. "I didn't mean to fall asleep here."
"It's ok. I saw the texts. Just too late. Thanks for watching the kids,"
"It's no problem. I was sitting here, watching the monitor because I heard some coughing. But they were ok. I must have leaned back or something. I was really tired."
"It's really ok."
He pulls back the covers and then realizes his erection, which is still very prominent. He turns a brighter shade of red.
"Sorry."
"I need to confess something," you say. "I didn't know you were you. I thought you were my husband. I had sex with you while you slept."
"No. No way."
"Yes, I did. You were out cold. I thought I'd give him a surprise when he woke up like that, but you didn't wake up."
"Then, my dream wasn't just a dream... did I finish?"
You nod.
"Oh no," he says. "I'm so sorry."
"Neither of us really knew. It was an accident. It'll be ok."
"But what if you get pregnant. Or what if he finds out?"
"I'm not going to get pregnant. It's very unlikely from just once. We had such trouble when we were trying. I'm also not going to tell him. What good would it do? I didn't cheat on him."
"OK. Are you ok?"
You nod.
"Figures, my first time and I don't remember any of it."
"Only you, Jon. Only you. That's what we always say."
"I know. Believe me."
"Was it a good dream at least?"
"The best one I've ever had," he says, nodding.
"The best?"
"I think maybe due to some outside influences."
"The orgasm."
"Which I don't remember, except for some very nice things in my dream."
You look around and then at Jon, considering his kindness over the years.
"I think we still have some condoms here, from when we had to 'clear his pipes' after the vasectomy. As a thank you for last night and for everything and an apology at ruining your first time, I'll make it up to you."
"No, no, I couldn't."
"It'll be between us. A private thank you. I'm not leaving him, so you aren't breaking up our marriage."
"I don't know if I could look him in the eyes after. I don't even know if I could right now."
You push him back, pinning his arms to the bed with your knees as you reach into the bedside table. The condoms are there still. Jon is still hard, likely from the excitement of their conversation. He hasn't talked to a woman about sex before and it seemed to thrill him.
You rip open the package and unroll it onto his cock, sliding yourself onto him again. This time he is watching you. The way you move, where his body joins to yours, the way your mouth moves as you glide up and down on him.
Your aim isn't to cum. Your aim is to make him cum, and make it up to him. It's not about you right now, so you play up the action, giving more emphasis than usual on your moaning and bouncing. He moves his hands to your hips and he seems to be testing the waters. When you don't react, he moves to your breasts, squeezing their fullness, touching the nipples. It's new to him so you let him.
Your phone rings.
"Shouldn't you get that," he asks.
You lean over his face and cover his mouth. As you do that, you fuck him harder, feeling your wetness spreading. Your breasts compress against his chest. You're both getting sweaty and breathing intensifies. Then it hits you. You didn't mean to, but the familiar waves hit you. Tension and pleasure.
Seeing you come makes Jon smile, and feel pride, though you did most of the work. It also makes him orgasm. You pull a couple strong movements together to squeeze and milk him as he comes. You both go limp.
You roll off of him and check your phone.
"Quick, shower. Both of us. No time. He will be here in ten."
You bolt out of bed, as does he, and jump in the shower. He peels off the condom, cum falling onto the floor tiles. "Amateur," you think.
The water rinses it away. He tosses it to the trash can.
You both towel off and get dressed, running downstairs to act totally normal. You put the coffee on and start breakfast.
"I have to ask something," he says.
"What is it?" You kind of expect it.
"Is it, you know, a good size?"
"I came, didn't I? It is. It's not super important to most women. But it is."
"Ok good. I trust your opinion."
"Remember, it never happened."
"Got it. And thanks."
"You liked it," you ask.
"I think I'll have to find a woman I like and do that a lot more often."
You flip the bacon. The door opens. Your husband comes home and thanks Jon for helping you out.
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