So what that he fell asleep soon after dinner. We’ll have sex in the morning, I tell myself. And I dose off into sleep world myself. It is soft and light and dreamy and wonderful.
At some point in the night I felt it.. fingers on my pussy. And not just any ole fingers, but the rough assertive fingers of my husband. He had spread my legs with one of his hands and was poking around for evidence of my midnight desire.
“I’m so sorry I fell asleep on you, honey,” he whispers in my direction. It’s 3am and our room is as dark as it is quiet.