Night Games

That night, as they lay together in bed, he on his back and she on her side, she watched him sleep. His breathing was regular, and he seemed so peaceful in his ignorance to her internal struggle. She had not had these feelings or thoughts before, and she regretted not being able to sort them out before they were married. She wanted to love him, to adore him, and to be faithful to him. She had had no idea that there was so much complexity in human sexual relationships. She had honestly thought that by keeping herself to one man, she was saving herself this confusion.

She thought these things as she watched his chest rise and fall in a constant, smooth rhythm. He was fast asleep and she knew he would not wake up when this far gone.

Wasn't it supposed to be easier? Wasn't it supposed to be that once you got married you wouldn't have to worry about these confusing feelings again? She tried to contemplate her priorities, but they didn't seem so clear nowadays. Would she have married him if she had known then what she knew now?

It wasn't a fair question to herself and she knew it, but she couldn't dismiss it. Sex wasn't important, and it shouldn't be something that defined a relationship. But then again, if it wasn't so important, why had she bothered to wait at all? The truth was that it was important, both then and now. The difference is that now she had to deal with this realization and its consequences.

She looked at him lovingly, since she did love him, after all. He was a kind, gentle, good man. He had a heart of gold, and a sweet considerate nature. She loved him and was in love with him, and could never imagine life without him.

The light from the summer moon shone in through the window and fell across his body. It was too warm with the two of them in bed to wear covers, so she could see his young form resting comfortably without the constrains of clothing. She looked down at the member between his legs that was sleeping just as peacefully as the rest of him. She couldn't help but smile as she seemed to identify it with the majority of their marital problems.

She reached out with her fingertips and touched the soft skin of his flaccid shaft, and marveled at its texture. Even soft it had a unique character to it, different than the rest of his body. The makers of the dildo had come close, but there was no possible way to mimic exactly the nature of the texture of a man's penis.

How strange these thoughts are that come in the middle of the night, she thought to herself.

With a bizarre sense of curiosity she touched it some more, feeling the sensation of her fingertips along its curved form. She watched as her hand seemed like someone else's hand, in a strange sense of detachment from her own situation.

His penis rolled from the side onto the flat of his stomach in the beginnings of waking up. She raised an eyebrow and glanced at her husband's face. He was in a very deep sleep. She slid down beside his hips, to the point where she could see the shape of his member very clearly. Her fingertips ran from the crown down the underside to his balls, which just seemed there.

How strange, she mused. They seemed like an odd combination of materials for the human body, but then again who knows how odd her husband -- or any man for that matter -- might think her particular anatomy.

She felt the coolness of his balls as she placed her fingertips underneath it and lifted them slightly. She remembered something from a long time ago, sex education perhaps, that the man's sperm needed to be cooler than the rest of his body, which was why the sac was located outside his body.

She nearly did a double take as she tried to shake those clinical thoughts out of her head. She was tired, of course, but more than that she was curious. She had never thought to come this close to her husband's erection to view it.

From this close, she could smell that he had a particular scent that was more pronounced than the rest of him. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, actually, more comfortable than anything else. She moved closer.

She ran her fingers over the shaft of his cock now, and the term echoed inside her head. A crass term, a caustic term, and yet one that suddenly seemed remotely exciting. He was fully extended in length, and the veins had emerged from under the skin to give it form and character.

Surprisingly, she found herself becoming aroused. She almost chided herself for her instinctive reaction, but deliberately told herself that he was her husband, and her motives and priorities were correct.

She held him between her fingers gently, she did not want to wake him. She was mostly convinced that that wasn't a necessary concern, but she didn't want to take any chances.

She raised herself on her elbows and looked closer at the head. It was flush and full of blood, and had begun to twitch with his pulse. She had heard that men enjoyed having it taken in a woman's mouth, but she had never thought to try it herself. Curiosity overwhelmed her, and she lowered her head to his.

She placed the tip against her cheek and felt its softness, which surprised her. More importantly, she was surprised that she had never taken the time to examine her husband more carefully. She pressed the head against her cheeks, under her chin, and finally grazed the tip against her lips. She pulled back and looked at it. In the moonlight it looked different than it had before. She couldn't place the difference, but it was there. She glanced at her husband's sleeping form, and other than a slight quickening of the pulse, there was no change. He was still asleep.

She looked back at the penis she held in her hand, and slid her other hand between his legs to cup his balls. Mostly she did so for balance, but soon found that she had more control over his body this way. She licked her lips without thinking about it, and pressed the tip against them once more.

She slid the head between her lips and felt the odd shape did not fit her position very well at his side. She moved her body between his legs and tried again. This time the head seemed to fit better between her jaws, and she tried very carefully not to bite him. From this position, she could see him sleeping, and watched his face.

She ran her tongue along the underside of his crown, feeling the divots and curves, the architecture of the crown, and the smoothness of the head against the roof of her mouth. The sensation triggered something inside of her, a memory from long ago that excited her even more. Was this what an oral fixation felt like? She did not know, but she did know that she was extremely wet.

Her position no longer afforded her the luxury of cupping his balls with one hand, so she placed it between her legs instead. She had wanted to masturbate in his presence for a long time now, and in a sense this was a fulfillment of that fantasy -- to a degree.

With one hand between her legs, she lazily stroked her own flesh, teasing it and enticing her clitoris to emerge from its protective hood. With her other hand and her mouth, she did some exploring. She released his head with her lips, and pulled the shaft to the side so she could run her tongue down its length. The skin changed texture from the top to bottom, something she had never noticed before. She licked at his balls a little, placing them inside her mouth and running her tongue around his sac.

He moaned, and she nearly started. Surprisingly, he was still asleep, but she could see from his eyes that he was dreaming heavily. She couldn't help but wonder what those dreams were.

She wondered briefly if he would come in her mouth, and she wasn't sure if she was that curious at this point in time. Still, she found that she truly enjoyed the sensation of his penis in her mouth -- cock, she reminded herself -- and thought that perhaps tat sometime she might feel more adventurous.

Right now, however, she was excited. Her fingers had slipped easily in and out of her body, and by this point her hips had been pressing into her wrist, trapping it between the bed and her insistence. She wanted him, and wanted him badly.

Even despite the travesty of the earlier episode in the bathroom, she momentarily thought about relieving herself that way, but she wasn't sure she could handle the guilt associated with that so soon. Besides, with the taste of her husband in her mouth, she knew it was him that she wanted.

She began to wonder if she could place him inside her without waking him up. How could she do it? What would he do if he woke up?

She was intrigued by the prospect of a mental game that she might be able to fuck her husband in his sleep without awakening him. Could she do it? It would take time, it would take patience, but she thought that she might just be able to do it.

He was hard and ready. He was throbbing in her hand, and she knew he would slide into her extremely easily. She slowly began to move up on the bed, climbing over him. As she crawled on her hands and feet, awkwardly maneuvering her body over his own without waking him, she mentally pictured herself and giggled.

She placed one knee on either side of him, and knelt above him. His penis had lifted above his torso with the insistent twitch of arousal. She took him in her hand, and slowly lowered her body to meet the tip of his cockhead. It touched her gently, dead center. All she had to do was swallow him, but if she simply dropped her weight he would surely awaken.

It was a slow process, excruciatingly slow. She felt her lips spread apart as the cockhead entered her. Her eyes never left his face, watching the alternately pained and pleased expressions which flashed across it. She could feel the very portions of his cock that she had felt with her tongue and mouth slide inside of her as they passed through her vaginal lips. The tempo itself was bringing her towards that plateau of ecstasy.

She was incredibly patient. She watched the clock tick by as she lowered herself. By the fifth minute she had only put half of him inside of her, and her legs were starting to quiver. By the tenth minute she had stopped three times because he had stirred beneath her. At the thirteenth minute her legs gave out, and she collapsed on the final inch, and he was nested inside her to the root.

She held still, convinced he would awaken, yet miraculously he did not. She knew he was a deep sleeper, but this was amazing. She felt him pulsate inside of her, and she realized that he had not yet come. This was officially the longest they had ever made love, although it was not even a complete stroke.

He was there, inside her. Alive and vital with arousal. She began rotating her hips gently, trying to feel the weight of him on all sides of her canal. She placed her hands gently on his chest, first for balance, second to detect any changes in his sleep.

Slowly she began to raise herself off of him, but there was no possible way to sustain the time it took to take him in. She only raised up a mere fraction of an inch, but the sensation was liberating. She dropped down again, and still he did not awaken. He moaned, but he was still within a deep sleep.

He was twitching inside her now, and she was convinced that he was prepared to come, but he did not. She began to rock back and forth slightly, believing that she could feel the motion without necessarily having to raise and lower her body.

It hit her without warning. Before it had been like a locomotive coming into a train station: she could hear it long before she saw it. This time, however, the orgasm simply slammed her with an unexpected force. She reflexively grasped her nipples and pulled hard, and came with a shudder. She looked down at her sleeping husband, and realized she had just had her first orgasm with her husband inside her!

It was an amazing release. The tension which had consumed her concerning their sexual relations diminished considerably. She looked at him with love and affection, her faith in their relationship strengthened.

She did not mind waking him now, but the game had to be played out. She had come, but she wanted to see if she could make him come without waking him. It was a long shot, but it might just be worth it.

She began rocking back and forth, stroking him with her pussy. She continued to play with her nipples, and began imagining her husband taking her in different and various ways. Her eyes closed, and her fantasies took over. She did not even realize that her rocking motion had taken on a more insistent tone.

She felt him shake and quiver, and knew that he must be close. Suddenly she opened her eyes, realizing how much motion she was making. He moaned and growled, and then he came inside her. It took her by surprise, since this was a completely new behavior for him. The motion of his cock inside her spawned her second convulsions, and she came along with him.

Her breathing slowly returned to normal, as did his. His head was turned to the side as he slept. She placed her hand on her lower abdomen and felt the area where he lay embedded. She slowly raised herself off him, and watched him sleep for a very long time. She could not believe he had slept through the entire episode.

Had he, though? Perhaps he was just faking his sleep? But no, she knew her husband well enough to know when he was just pretending to fall asleep. He really had slept through the entire thing. Besides, she reasoned, when he had been awake there was no way he had ever lasted that long. For the first night in their marriage of nearly three years, she fell asleep along side of him satisfied.

Their relationship improved considerably, though he never really was sure why. He refused to question a good thing, which was perhaps a wise decision. For her part, she never told him of her secret games that she played at night with his body, though she was sure that there would be a time when he would eventually wake up in the middle of the event. So far he hadn't, though, and she was content to continue playing the games.

She never understood why he managed to sustain himself while he was asleep but not while he was awake, but for the time being it truly did not matter. She realized that perhaps a good portion of his problem was mental, not physical, and that in time it could very well be overcome naturally.

For tonight, however, she had a variation of the game, as she wanted to try something different. This time would require even more patience for both her as well as him...