I woke the other day next to my partner feeling a tad on the horny side. It was still before dawn and she had just returned from the toilet.
Once she had settled in bed, I sidled up to her and started to dry hump the side of her thigh. She said something quietly but it wasn’t “bugger off” or the dreaded “not now” and so, somewhat encouraged by default, I continued. My horniness increasing, I threw a leg over her leg and continued my dry humping. When I say dry humping, it wasn’t all that dry on my part or on hers either I found out shortly after. I continued slowly gyrating my hips, rubbing my tool up and down on her leg. We were both still clothed in our pyjamas and I knew from previous experience that the inside of my pyjama pants was going to be very wet with pre-cum that’s if it wasn’t already but neither of us was particularly concerned, I certainly wasn’t. My knob, penis and I were really enjoying our humping in the relatively quiet peace of the early morning. Life is good.

She was lying on her back and as I was on my side facing her I could see the profile of her face in the gloom of the pre-dawn light. I wasn’t quite sure whether she had gone back to sleep as I amused myself with her body or not. She was very quiet as I moved her gently with my humping but I suppose she was either putting up with my debauchery and tolerating it or as I say she had gone to sleep. Can anyone sleep through that? I don’t think I could. I draped an arm over her to pull her to me, holding at first onto her shoulder and then down onto her tit. I have found that most parts of a woman’s body are handy when hanging on and dry humping (or rooting for that matter) but tits are the best handles in my humble opinion and certainly the most fun. I sort out her nipple (through her pyjama top) and pinched and rolled it around between forefinger and thumb. Judging by the quiet gasps or deep breaths, I reasoned that she was awake now if she hadn’t been before.

She wears sloppy normal street clothing as PJs, Usually nice and soft to the touch and conducive to my pleasure. Comfortable ones but certainly not PJ looking whereas I am a flanno man (during winter) through and through. Not very sexy but they do the comfort job and that’s important at my age, although they do try to cut me and my scrotum in half on occasion resulting in some gear adjusting from time to time.

She had let out a quiet but playful “ooo” when I first took hold of her tit but now let out a more “oooowh” sound as I massaged her nipple that suggested that the pleasure of me attending to one of her erogenous zones was giving her possibly even more pleasure than it was me, and even though that was pure speculation on my part, I was pretty sure that was the case. It didn’t take long and the ceaseless, merciless massage of the nipple turned into a bed shaking orgasm for her, accompanied by a short but muffled scream and then there was silence and a bit of panting or more heavy breathing of recovery on her part as she slapped my hand and fingers from her nipple as they were probably getting a bit on the over sensitive side.

Now that she had been satisfied, my slow but steady dry humping during all of this had turned into rather frantic, bed shaking thrusting of my erection into the side of her leg striving desperately for my orgasm. Other than her body then and there, the memory of our shower together from the day before had driven my horniness when I woke earlier with a horn that I could have driven nails with.

The shower had been the late in the day usual shower for her and I usually followed up and hour of so later. She strode stark naked as per usual out from the bedroom, tits wobbling delightfully and arse wonderfully on display. She doesn’t muck around, she just moves with purpose from one room to another across the kitchen and into the back sunroom where I was sitting reading. I was interested in my book but I knew she would be walking naked in front of me shortly and so I had been listening for her approach as I read, knowing full well that I was going to view her naked body as she headed to the shower. I mean to say, the book will always be there whereas she isn’t always naked and wobbling!

I copped a “tsk!” from her as I had been expected to pull the curtains across due to her modesty so that the neighbours wouldn’t be able to see her naked as she walked past the glass back door. Not that that could happen as there are no neighbouring windows that look into that room and the only possible windows were two or three hundred metres away and you would need binoculars at that. Still, as the saying goes “Happy wife, Happy life” and so, why hadn’t I pulled the curtains across?! What the hell was I thinking!? as I jokingly chastised myself in my mind. In my defence to her, I said that I was engrossed in my book but that of course was no excuse. Anyway as she pulled the curtains across and gave me a look of distain for failing in my curtain duty, my penis and I couldn’t help but drink in the magnificent female curves of arse, tits, pronounced nipples and when she turned on full frontal, that delightful vee that is created by a woman’s padded (bless ‘em) thighs as they form down to accentuate the lips of her plump newly waxed vagina - except for that little tuft she leaves just about her pussy lips. I apologised, telling her, as I stared not into her face but at her plump pussy, peering between her legs unapologetically as I spoke, in an inspecting sort of way, that it won’t happen again (it will of course) and anyway no one can see in and if they could then (if they were guys) they would certainly appreciate the show. That didn’t go down well as I received yet another dressing down (this time playful) with somewhat false aggression as she knew that I was enjoying perving at her body as she berated me. I murmured out a few “yes dear”s and the occasional “Ahuh” all the while still looking deliberately at her naked jiggling body. The false aggression continued, I am happy to say, and her tits wobbled as she threw herself into it which gave my penis and I no end of pleasure as I nodded still staring at her tits and vagina and not up at her face. She eventually continued on to the bathroom (damn it!) and after an eternity (what do women do in the bathroom all of that time?!) the shower went on. The lounge I was sitting on wasn’t that far from the bathroom door and so, as enthralling as my book was, I peeped around to see her with her back to me behind the glass door of the shower recess. The shower cap didn’t help the horniness of the scene but other than that, I was, let us say, very interested, massaging my tool through my pants as I watched.

As I said I usually showered later but my horniness was overpowering and so mere seconds later I had stripped off and headed into the bathroom, tool in hand, stroking myself as I struggled by now to see her female shape through the steamed up door. She must have sensed me and looked back over her shoulder at me, giving a little smile as she could see that I was pulling myself as I ogled her excellent shape. The animal randiness in me, drove my need to improve my vision and so I ordered (I don’t usually “order” as I like living) her to “splash some water on the (steamed up shower) door”. She must have accepted my ordering about of her, as driven by sheer lecherous lust and therefore it was tolerable. She nonchalantly cupped her hands and splashed the water, clearing up the view no end, much to my penis’s and my delight. My penis pulling increased as she turned almost ignoring me to continue her showering. Thoughts of “wench!, I could so root her!” made my heart beat even faster and I am sure the veins were probably standing out on my neck. Had I been Tarzan. I would have been yodelling by then.

My eyes were going everywhere over her body, concentrating and savouring every part of her. I didn’t know where to look next. Oooo, so horny! She opened the door and beckoned me to come in with an almost casual “come in if you want too, but not if you don’t” look. To anyone observing on it would have been embarrassing to see the haste with which I joined her. I loose all sense of self-respect when it comes to women and sex. I am, after all, just a pathetic male.

I closed the door behind me and grabbed the soap. Where to soap up first! Where to soap up first! Only two hands and so many toys! Tits first, letting each soaped up mound slip from my hands in turn only to be reacquired and soaped up again. It was exquisite. Not that I tired of soaping up and slithering all over her tits, but….well…you know, so much to do and so little time! I stared down on her over her shoulder (I am 6’3” and she is 5’4” and so I don’t have any trouble looking over her shoulder and down her back) at her buns. I soaped them up and ran my hands all over them and into her arse crack, feeling each bun in turn, wallowing in their slippery surface, letting them squelch and squish about, so delightful to the feel. Even without soap (the water kept washing the soap away, damn it!) they were wonderful. I slid a hand in between her legs under her buns from the back and dispatched the other hand in under her twat from the front. Slipping a finger into her warm slippery hole, fingering her slowly at first before increasing the tempo to frenzy mode, my finger and hand slapping into her vagina, the shower water splashing about as she held onto me for support. I slowed but was told to keep going as she told me “oh, don’t stop, that was good” and so I did “keep going” before getting distracted by tits and her arse.

I have the concentration span of a gold fish in such situations – too much input! She must have taken the soap from me (I can’t remember) for I seemed to be feeling her buns and then her tits and then back to the buns and when I looked down she was soaping up my tool and balls. I was torn between looking at her tits and arse and at her soaping up and pulling on my erect, rock hard tool. She pulled on it letting one hand slide up and down the soapy, frothy veiny shaft as the other fondled my soaped up balls rolling them around in her hand and their sac. They popped out of her hands (an exquisite feeling – for me) due to the slipperiness and she immediately took the soap again and applied it in such a satisfyingly superb way, that it was making me light headed. The knob was getting oversensitive and I had to pull away from her hand a couple of times only to return for more torture until I couldn’t stand it any more and retreated yet again. This went on a few times. My pulling away made her chuckle and she wanted to do it more, the bitch! That only went on for as long as I could stand it but it was excellent while it lasted.

So, with the shower still glowing in my mind, as I said the following morning I awoke randy and we had the dry humping session to start the day and then adjourned to the kitchen for breakfast afterwards. I still had a hard on and that was sticking out the front of my pyjamas as I didn’t want it gooing up the inside of my pjs. That was one feeble reason; in reality I am also an exhibitionist and just love parading around with an erection to show off. By the time I reached the kitchen she was doing something or other and as I casually wandered around the room putting on the kettle for the tea I think. She turned and sighted my erection, still as hard a rock, sticking out the front of my pjs. She looked down and as if talking to an independently sentient being (and not just a penis that was part of me) said “Oh, hello” in a very pleased tone and with a lovely smile on her face and a glint in her eyes, something similar to how one would gaze at a banana split or some other similar tasty treat.

That same thing had happened to me a couple of time in my life previously with different women over the years. It was usually those exact words “Oh, hello” or “Oh hello there” but quite a few times it had been “Oh, lets not waste that” usually followed by a vigorous root or at least her getting me down on my back on the bed and then mounting me and rooting me as if she had something against my penis as she bounced up and down with her full body weight on me, trying to sprain my hips (can you sprain hips?), bed squeaking more often than not. Women, they’re animals! – bless ‘em.

Anyway, back to this particular incident. She took hold of the shaft, giving it a few instinctive pulls as she fished out the balls from my PJs and still with her hand gripping the shaft bent over at the waist and gobbled down and sucked on me, with the associated slurping noises. She briefly “lipped” the knob almost tenderly before her mouth slid down the shaft, her lips striving and failing to reach the base of my tool as I felt the knob hit the back of her throat. She gagged a bit and backed off before plunging down once more but not as far this time to avoid the gagging I suppose and began to bob up and down (bless her) like some demented pigeon on the upper part of the shaft and the knob.

The pleasure was all consuming and I had to hold onto the bench beside me lest my light headedness get the better of me, something I really didn’t want to happen just then. There ensued several minutes of gobbling and ball fondling as I peered down on the top of her head, being overwhelmingly thankful to her in that instant. Not that I would gush to that extent to her in person. More of a simple “thank you Dear” afterwards would normally suffice as I stuffed my tool back in my pjs and got on with making the tea or whatever.

As she sucked, I stretched under to grasp a tit as they dangled down inside her loose fitting PJ top, unleashed and braless. My groping didn’t seem to deter her, so as she worked on me, I slid her PJ top along her back, wriggling it around until I released her tits to dangle down like two full, smallish grapefruit each in their sack. I took a handful of naked tit and squeezed its softness. I like tits.

It’s interesting that as busy as I was groping her tits, I couldn’t help myself and I suppose, due to natural instinct, I began thrust gently into her mouth as she bobbed. I don’t know whether that put her off or what but she eventually stopped sucking (sadly), complaining that her back was hurting. It was fair enough in that position and at our age it doesn’t take long for the body to fail. She stood up and I leant back against the kitchen countertop thrusting out my hips and cock for her attention and she finished me off with her hand. She took a handful of tissues and caught the cum as she milked me to an ear popping orgasm.