My Wife
Chapter 3, Episode 4: Digital Alarm Clock
(Posted on Thursday, March 29, 2001)
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Over the years my wife learned that nothing made me hornier in the morning than great sex the night before. For whatever reason, sex in the morning following sex the night before was extremely good and the climax was always intense. That was not the case for my wife. Great sex pretty much negated the need or even desire for sex in the next day or two provided it had finished with normal copulation.

When my job changed, my work was mostly out of my home except for a couple of days most weeks when I had to travel for meetings. It became almost habitual that there was great sex the night before my departure. She must have read something in one of those women’s magazines that it was not a good idea to ever let hubby leave on a trip with a full tank. On at least one occasion, she made sure the tank was empty.

My wife gets up always at 6:10 a.m., and in addition to getting ready for a day of teaching, she gets a lot of chores done before she leaves for work at 7:20 a.m. She is able to do this because she always bathes at night.

I, on the other hand, usually get up about the time she leaves for work, which is shortly after our teenagers get up. When I have to get up early to leave on a business trip, I have to use the clock radio alarm. Ours is on the nightstand on my wife’s side of the bed and it has two alarms. Typically, I don’t even hear it go off. My wife hears it and wakes me.

On this occasion, I was in a particularly “giving” mood the night before and, as I sometimes can, I got her off 3 times just orally. She was on her back and my face was in her muff. The 3rd time she raised her legs slightly and brought her thighs together, clamping my head in tightly. I could feel the back of her legs and heels on my back. As she approached climax, I could feel her cross her ankles and her thighs as they tightened their grip on my head. Her hands moved to the back of my head and pulled it tightly to her womanhood as her back arched and her legs clinched. My face was tightly in her muff as she was rigid and shuddered from pleasure for most of 30 seconds while her love juices gushed out onto my face.

When it was over, she removed her hands from my head and her legs relaxed a little, though her ankles remained crossed. She relaxed there with my face still at her muff. I pulled back slightly and licked up all of the juice from her. In no time at all she was hot again. Her legs clinched on my head again, but this time she surprised me by rolling over and taking my head and therefore my body with her. She was on top and my back was on her legs for a moment until she spread them allowing me to drop to the mattress. She slid down my body until her breasts got to my face. She then gave each nipple a turn in my mouth.

After a couple of minutes with each of them, she was really hot again. She raised herself up on her arms and locked her elbows. Her muff was tight against my stomach and she slid down and directly onto my manhood. She rode me until she was pleasured again. I had not cum yet, as I seldom do in that position, and she knew it.

Without hesitation she dismounted like a cowgirl to one side. Then she quickly threw her other leg over me and mounted me in reverse. She was on my upper abdomen, but quickly slid herself down my torso until her pubic hairs were intermingled with mine. Then her hands grasped my rigid member like it was a saddle horn. It was still dripping with her love juices, giving her plenty of lubrication to give it the massage of a lifetime. Very soon the pre-cum was flowing, providing even more lubrication. Her hands worked it skillfully until they were drenched by my gushes. She continued to work it until it stopped gushing, but she maintained a tight grip right up until it went limp.

She dismounted as quickly as she had mounted and went to the bathroom to wash her hands. While she did, I slipped back into my boxers. She returned, straightened her T-top, put her boxers back on, and slipped into bed. She leaned over and gave me a most romantic kiss and then asked, “What time do you have to get up?”

“Six,” I replied as she leaned the other way and set the alarms. Then she settled back in, in the fetal position, on her side with her butt against my hip and the soles of her feet on my thigh. I need my space when I sleep, but we both sleep better when our bodies are touching and usually they are at the hip or thigh.

I drifted off into a deep sleep. I awakened enough to look at the clock to know that it was 4 a.m. and drifted back off. Eventually I began a dream, which I still remember vividly.

I was at a party. There were men and women, obviously single by their actions. Some were dancing, some just talking, but all were in a seduction mode. Everyone was dressed very casually. I was wearing summer shorts, sort of like pool shorts, and a T-shirt. I was sitting on the arm of a futon, straddling it slightly and talking with a guy I didn’t know.

On the futon to my right was an attractive lady. She was wearing a pair of lightweight shorts that I had seen in Victoria's Secret and a top from the same catalogue. Her legs were stretched toward me, but her knees were up slightly and the soles of her feet were on the futon just inches from my thigh. She was not wearing shoes. She was sitting up and her left arm was over the back of the futon holding a drink. There was a large beach towel hanging over the back of the futon under her arm. Her head was turned to the front and a man was talking to her. He was coming on to her very subtly, but she appeared to talk only politely to him.

She was very attractive. Her nicely shaped legs were accentuated by their position. Her chest was average, but nice and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her feet were lean and perhaps a size 7 or slightly larger. The ball of her foot was wide, there was a space between the big toe and the next toe and she had very high arches. Her thin ankles led to nicely shaped calves and the muscles in them moved as she flexed and curled her toes alternately. She was tanned somewhat, but the visible edges of her soles were not. Her toenails were natural and well cared for.

The man I was talking to lost interest, probably because half my attention was focused on this woman, so he dismissed himself and left the room. I turned my head to look again at this woman’s nice legs and incredible feet. As I took them in, she caught me staring, but only smiled. I quickly turned away, but when I looked back she was still looking at me and smiling. She seemed interested in my curiosity. This move on her part caused the man who was coming on to her to leave also.

My lady said nothing. She looked at her feet, wiggled her toes a little, and then looked at me and back at her feet. She knew that I had more than a passing interest in them. She straightened her right leg, which moved the sole of her foot up to my thigh. Then she began moving the ball and toes of that foot side to side a couple of  inches in a massaging, teasing sort of way. All the while she stayed focused on my face and smiled seductively.

It was getting late and people were working their way out. There was now only one couple left in the room with us. My manhood was beginning to react to her caressing of my thigh. I glanced at her feet and noticed that my shorts were beginning to bulge. Her eyes moved quickly to my lap and back, and her smile broadened.  She turned and set her drink on the table behind her at her end of the futon. Then she scooted herself just a little bit toward her end and pulled her feet toward her, making room on the end of the futon for me. I slipped myself down off the arm onto the seat of the futon. She placed her left foot in my lap, the heel resting at the hinge of my right thigh and abdomen. The outside edge of the sole was against my tummy and when I looked down I could see only the top of her foot, not the bulge in my pants.

She pushed the towel on the back of the futon toward me and as I laid it on my lap, the remaining couple in the room noticed us, giggled and headed for the door. Suddenly my lady stopped, got up and headed to them, catching up with them in the next room. I could see, but not hear their conversation. It was obvious that my lady was our hostess. There was a momentary chat and they left  My lady talked very briefly with another couple and they left.  Then I heard the sliding door to the pool area close and the distinct sound of it being locked. I heard a cupboard door open and almost immediately close.

My lady returned with a bottle of something in her hand. When she set it on the end table by her, I noticed that it was body oil. Then she headed about 12 feet across the room to the entertainment center. Next to the stereo and large TV was a video camera on a tripod. She adjusted the stereo and suddenly “Bolero” was playing. She turned on the TV, then flipped a switch on the camera and there I was on TV! She adjusted the lights so that it was brighter at the futon and dimmer in the rest of the room. Then she spoke for the first time and said, “We’ll keep it anonymous, Okay?”

I nodded my approval and she zoomed the camera in so that I was visible only from the seat of the futon to my upper chest. Only my half of the futon could be seen. Things were pretty obvious, so I took off my shorts and she said, “Leave on your boxers and keep yourself in the picture.”

I wasn’t going to disagree and ruin this, so I complied.

She returned to the futon, but flipped a lever at her end and reclined the back about half way. I scooted slightly so that I was still only visible from the shoulders down on the TV. She resumed her position on the futon, but leaned back on her elbows. All this technical stuff had diminished my manhood somewhat. That was a good thing because I wasn’t sure how much of this I could take, but I know I wanted it to last forever.

Her left foot went back in my lap and her right foot resumed its teasing of my thigh. My manhood was regaining its form. Then she pushed her right foot under my right knee and pushed up. I took the hint and raised my right leg and placed my foot on the edge of the futon so that my knee was up and out to the right. The camera still had a good view. Then her right foot went under my right thigh and her toes were on top of my shaft. They stroked it back and forth and my boxers were in between. As my manhood pressed harder against her foot, it became visible on the TV, poking out of the left leg opening of my boxers. The top down view of this combined with the view on the TV was amazing.

She pulled her right foot back and my manhood sprang up, but was trapped inside my boxers. Then she slipped her right foot in the right leg opening and helped it escape through the front opening so that it was standing straight up in the air. Almost immediately her right foot followed it out of the opening. She now had the sole of her right foot positioned length ways along my shaft with her heel near my balls and her toes near the head. She didn’t have to move her left foot very far to have it trapped between the arch of her left foot and the sole of her right foot.

She was able to rest her right foot a bit, just holding it there, while her left foot worked up and down my shaft. She was adjusting her position and stroke every couple of minutes so that I could never get over the edge. Then she used her left foot to grasp it between two toes and held it while she pulled her right foot back down and out of my boxers. She pulled it all the way out and back from under my thigh, then used it to push my thigh back down on the couch and then put it alongside her left foot as she also grasped my shaft between two toes. Now I was trapped between 4 toes, 2 on each foot while her heels rested on my groin.

She leaned back, tripped a lever and the futon fully reclined. Then I heard the video camera make a noise and I looked at the TV to see that the camera had zoomed in so that her feet and my manhood now filled 80% or more of the screen. She sat down the remote, picked up the oil and as she leaned forward to apply it, her toes moved all the way down to the base of my shaft. She leaned forward and applied a generous amount of oil on the head. As it began to run down, she moved her feet up and down, in slowly and repeatedly. In a couple of minutes she had the oil well distributed and she had me hotter than hot.

She removed her feet from my manhood and laid her knees out flat to the side so that the soles of her feet were accessible. Then she applied generous amounts of oil to each sole and spread it around by rubbing her soles together. Finally, she laid a bead of oil all along the underside of her toes on each foot. She scooted closer to me and with her knees wide apart, the soles of her feet again surrounded my manhood. Slowly and steadily they worked their well oiled magic. Back and forth, up and down, together and in opposite directions they worked. Then she gripped my shaft between all 10 toes and steadily stroked it. Laying there watching this happen to me was unbelievable. Her feet and my shaft glistened in the light and as this continued, I watched it turn from red to almost purple.

Suddenly she stopped, removed her feet and turned onto her side. Her knees were bent about 90 degrees and her feet were together. She flexed her toes repeatedly in an inviting way. I wasted no time turning onto my side and placing my manhood directly against the soles of her feet. I checked the TV and the camera angle was great. If I had been standing it would have looked as though it would have been shot from about 6 feet in front of me on the floor.

She worked me over in every way imaginable. She did the push-pull stroke with me between her arches. She pinned my shaft against my abdomen and worked it over with one foot while the other foot worked on my balls. Then she sandwiched me between the top of one foot and the sole of the other. In this position she did the push-pull. It was incredible. Any of these positions, continued long enough, would have finished me off. But she was just playing with me and changing positions frequently to keep me from cumming. Finally she put her feet together with me sandwiched in between. On this stroke she paused at the top and her toes squeezed my head, then a rapid down stroke and another pause while her toes worked on my balls. On the downstroke, my shaft would stick out from between her feet.

Finally, at the top of the stroke she put her feet firmly together so that on the downstroke, her feet kept my shaft pinned against my body. My shaft was trapped in a tiny triangle. My abdomen was on one side of the triangle and the soles of her feet made up the other two sides. Her strokes became firmer and more rhythmic. They were no longer playful. They were determined.

The steady rhythm paid off. It wasn’t long and I felt a familiar feeling. I looked down and the head of my manhood was a deep purple. I closed my eyes and my body shook as my manhood fired volley after volley of hot cum. The spasms continued for longer than I had ever experienced and all the while her feet just kept pumping.

Then the spasms subsided and her feet stopped pumping, but she kept a firm pressure on me. I opened my eyes and for a few seconds my vision was blurry like it is when you awake from a deep sleep. As I got my focus, I saw the back of my wife’s pajamas in front of me. I saw cum on them. I saw cum on my chest and all over the sheets between us. There was cum everywhere. I looked down just in time to see her removing her feet from my limp and cum-covered manhood. My wife sat up, tapped me on the shoulder and said, “It’s six o’clock. You’d better get up and get ready for your trip.”