Sandy Finds the Button

Sandy hated when Peter couldn't stay awake almost as much as she hated working nights.

She'd walked in the door a hair after 1am to a house completely dark, two sleeping children, and one zonked out husband. Peter liked to brag he was such a deep sleeper that he once slept through a building demolition 100 feet from his 1st floor bedroom when he lived in Tampa. Sandy had no idea why he was so proud of that.

But there he was. Stone asleep in their bed on his back with his hands clasped at his bare chest like he was set for his own wake. Sandy breezed past the bed and into the bathroom where she swapped her work dress for an oversized T-shirt and brushed her teeth. While she worked her back molars she wondered how long it would take her to fall asleep this night. And in a few hours the house would come alive and Peter would be fresh as a daisy while she slept walked through another breakfast with the kids.

He said he was going to stay up for her. Sandy guessed he'd been asleep for 2 hours.

She peeled the covers back and had half a mind to cannonball onto the bed to truly test Peter's demolition theory but something stopped her.

Was it...

Even with just the faint and milky light of the moon seeping through their half-closed blinds she could make out the unmistakable outline of a cock.

A hard cock.

A rock-hard cock jutting through the peephole of her husbands plaid pajama pants. It laid across his lower abdomen like it was sunbathing on a hot rock.

Sandy climbed into bed but instead of replacing the covers, she couldn't help but stare at her husband's fully erect member. As her eyes adjusted she noticed it was actually so engorged it hovered slightly above his stomach with the tip resting just above his belly button.

Say what you will about Peter's inability to stay awake past midnight, his dick was worth the price of admission. Long and thick but not obscene and with a unique slant that made it a damn near honing missile for her g-spot. The first time she rode him was also the first time she learned she was a squirter. Needless to say she rode him often and with a towel underneath them after that. When she felt herself getting close Peter would grab ahold of her ass and press her tight against him and with some swift, quick thrusts, she would gush all over him with emphatic shrieks. He liked to joke he'd found her button and loved to push her buttons.

Sandy suddenly had the urge to go for a ride. To climb atop her sleeping husband and ease his cock inside her until it disappeared. She wouldn't need to bounce much, just some gentle rocking and then....

Too messy she decided. Not tonight. But she couldn't help but reach for it. Her finger meeting the base of it, where it began to protrude from his pants and tracing a line, like she was inspecting a freshly wiped end table for dust, all the way up the tip.

It jumped.

Sandy recoiled at its movement and stared at her husband. He was still sound asleep. She reached for it again, this time starting at the tip and softly sliding her finger along the back of its head. She heard a loud gulp. His breathing began to change. He no longer laid silently but instead took long breathes of air through his mouth.

His dick twitched and jumped under her finger as she again dragged it sensually along the length of it. She wondered if she should take him inside her mouth.

A long shudder came from him. His hips began to slowly rock. A subtle writhing beneath her fingertip led to a soft whimper.

"Ohhh, Sandy."

She watched his face for any tell that he was sneakily awake and enjoying every second of this.

Then another moan escaped his mouth while his body twitched.

"Sandy baby."

Nope he was asleep and things were escalating pretty quick in his dream world. Sandy wrapped her hand around his cock, her fingers unable to meet her palm on the other end but her thump working circles on the back of his penis. She didn't bother to stroke him. He was subconsciously taking care of that--his hips rising and falling ever so slightly.

His breaths became short. They grew more audible. More helpless.

An undeniable tremor emanated from his body.

His cock felt impossibly hard beneath her fingertips. She needed him inside her.

Then it happened.

If she was a waterfall, Peter became a geyser.

A long and unfiltered moan timed out perfectly with the first spurt of cum that shot from his cock. It would not prove to be the most intense as the second and third bursts overshot the first, all of them landing squarely and evenly across her husbands face and--to her amusement--into his open mouth that emitted one continuous and exasperated moan of pleasure.

Sandy stifled a laugh as she merely held his cock firmly in her hand, angled towards his head that writhed back into his pillow, and allowed for cum to spew uncontrollably from his dick. Each shudder and spasm and gasp coinciding with more jizz shooting across his neck and stomach and hands that still laid clasped across his chest.

The moans turned to a whimper as Peter's load now drooled from his cock--obviously helped immensely by the continued and merciless rubbing of Sandy's thumb around the tip of his now glistening tip.

She heard him swallow. His tongue unwittingly seeking out his own cum that speckled his face. Sandy laid his cock down the way an assassin in a movie lays down a victim they've just subdued, and helped skim some of the jizz from her husband's face towards his mouth. She even took a finger full for herself. A Michelin rated chef trying a sample of her newest creation. She marveled at her work. Cum pooled in spots while in others in ran down his body and onto their sheets.

She did her best to wipe the cum from his face but there was no way to clean the rest. Where would the fun in that be? Instead she dozed off to her own wild amusement at what she'd just done. Turns out, Peter had a button too.

And Sandy could press it whenever she wanted.