After I pulled her shirt off over her head, I moved my hands to grab at her breasts, taking each nipple in my mouth. She began to writhe a little on the bed, her hand going to her clit, rubbing it over her sweats. I loved when she did that, turning herself on even more. Tonight was definitely going to be a fun night.
I moved my hands down to her sweats, pulling them down a little bit so she could play with herself better. When I moved my own hand down there, I frowned, a little puzzled. I quickly sat up, looking down at her, then looking back at her face with a sheepish grin.
She bit her lip, smiling. "I told you. I got a lot done today."
I'll say, I thought. I looked down at her pussy. I could see under her underwear, and where normally there was quite a bit of pubic hair, she had taken the time to shave herself bare. I could no longer contain myself. My wife squealed as I grabbed her sweats and roughly pulled them off, then knelt between her legs.
I kissed around the outside of her panties, looking up at her. She was smiling down at me, but as I moved my lips to kiss her clit through her underwear, she leaned back and closed her eyes, still smiling. Her hands went to her nipples, touching them softly.
I gently pulled her panties to the side, finally seeing her bare pussy. Completely hairless, she had done a great job of shaving it. I stuck my tongue out, gingerly licking it. It was as delicious as my wife's pussy had ever been. With her first moan, I lost control, burying my face in her. I licked all around her opening, slowly working my way up.
As soon as I touched her clit with my tongue, I heard another moan. I roughly pulled her panties to the side and flicked my tongue against her clit, quickly and rhythmically. I felt her tense and relax, tense and relax. I could hear whimpers from her as I continued to slowly but surely bring her towards orgasm.
Soon, I felt her hips arch. Goosebumps erupted all over her skin, and I continued with that intense pace. I could feel her pussy clenching and relaxing, and soon I heard a cry from my wife, practically a scream. I had never heard her orgasm like this before. It was so unbelievably hot.
As she relaxed back down off her orgasm, I got up, quickly moving to my dresser. It was where I kept the condoms and lube, and she always knew what it meant when I went over there. On my way over there, I pulled off my shirt. My pants and underwear came off quickly, and I hopped in place to remove my socks. I knew she was probably laughing at me on the bed, but I didn't care. I had to have her, as quick as possible.
I grabbed a condom out and turned around, my cock hard as a rock. As I opened up the condom wrapper, I looked over at her. She still had her hands on her tits, but her eyes were closed. She was pretending to sleep.
Okay. I could play along. "Oooh, look how sexy my sleeping wife is over there. I'm going to do naughty things to her while she sleeps."
No reaction.
I put the ring of the condom against my dick, unrolling it. "Yep. Gonna get to do whatever I want to her, now that she's asleep."
Nothing.
I went back to the bed, dragging her body to the edge of the bed. She was convincing alright, her dead weight having no reaction to my pull. I rubbed my condom-wrapped cock against her panties, trying to excite her.
I finally got a response. She began to snore softly.
Unbelievable, I thought to myself. Did she really just fall asleep?
I decided to test it. I reached up and grabbed one of her boobs, squeezing lightly. Nothing. I massaged it, a little harder than I should, and still got no response.
There's only one way to be completely sure. I grabbed her panties at the top and pulled them down her legs, and she didn't resist at all. In fact, I had to struggle to get them off, something she never let me do because she didn't want me to stretch out the waistband.
I sighed. Might as well drag her back up into the bed and put a blanket on her. I was sure we'd have a good laugh about it in the morning. I pulled the condom off, throwing it in the trash. At least I don't have to wear one of those when I'm having sex with myself, I thought.
I was about to pull her back up on the bed when I looked at her bare pussy. A sheen of moisture was all over it, even dripping a little bit out of her opening and onto the bed. She never gets that horny, I thought.
I weighed my options. She had wanted it so bad, and so did I. Plus, I had wanted to have sex with my wife without a condom for so long now.
I acted without hesitation. I picked up one of her legs and put it on my shoulder, then straightened the rest of her body on the bed. I looked down at my cock with no condom on, no protection, no layer of insensitivity between man's penis and woman's vagina. I grew even harder, and as I pushed in, my wife's wet pussy lips spread open.
I moaned a little. I hadn't had bareback sex in years now, and it felt just as good as I remembered it. I looked down at my wife. Her arms had fallen to her sides, but she seemed to be lightly gripping the sheets. I recognized what that meant; she was having a good time.
For a moment I wondered what she could be dreaming about. Was it sex? Was it with me? If it wasn't, did I care?
I looked down again. All I cared about was the way her sweet canal was hugging my cock, the soft way she writhed, the way her hands bunched up the sheets. She was so lovely underneath me. My darling wife.
I continued to pound into her pussy. Her leg started to pull off of my shoulder, and I figured it was starting to get tired, so I let it down. She laid on her side, my cock still within her, so I kept thrusting within her. With her legs closed like that, it felt fantastic on my dick. She felt so tight I could barely believe it.
She continued to writhe in front of me, now digging the side of her face into the soft sheets. She looked so angelic as I used her sleeping body. Her tits pushed together on the bed, jiggling gently with every thrust of mine.
I was getting excited. I wanted this experience to never end, but I knew that at any moment she could wake up and my fun would be over. I decided that I wanted to cum more than I wanted to fuck her sleeping body until she woke up.
I turned her over, getting her all the way onto the bed as far as I could. This took some effort on my part, but I managed to get her head on the pillow, face down but still able to breathe. One of her arms flopped off the bed but there was nothing I could do about that. Then, I took my pillow and pushed it under her body, pulling her hips up so that she'd be at the perfect angle.
I looked at my sleeping angel wife, and my cock grew even harder. I positioned myself behind her and on top of her, spreading her ass cheeks open with my hands. Again, I noticed she was still dripping wet, turned on by the sensations or whatever dream she was having. I pushed myself inside of her pussy, feeling her tighten around my cock.
She hardly ever let me fuck her in this position, probably because I always came so quick. Now, looking at her beneath me, her firm ass hugging my cock, her breasts squashed underneath her and overflowing to her sides, her hands again clenching against the sheets, it was too much to bear.
I heard her begin to moan, and her entire body seemed to tense up. I knew I was hitting a spot inside her, and kept going at the same rhythm and pace. My own pleasure was soaring, and I could feel myself ready to blow. I heard a whine come from her, her mouth still closed so it sounded like a whimper. Her eyes squeezed shut even more.
As soon as I felt the first contraction on my cock, I felt the liquid rush within me. I shot like a shotgun inside of her, scattering my seed all over her pussy. Her own orgasm sucked the semen in, drawing it into her body and closer to her fertile eggs. I pumped again and again, filling her to the point where it was leaking out around my cock. It felt so good, I never wanted it to end.
Eventually, my orgasm subsided. I pulled out and quickly grabbed a tissue. I managed to clean up most of the mess around her pussy as she continued to writhe, still having her wonderful dream.
I pulled the blanket around her and tucked her in, arranging her on the bed so her arm was no longer hanging off. I kissed her behind the ear, and once again admired
her angelic face.
*****
I ended up sleeping next to her, and she snuggled up next to me. I woke up once during the night, cleaned up the new mess she had made, and went back to bed.
When I woke up, she wasn't in bed. I staggered to the kitchen, where she was cooking me breakfast. When she saw me, her face turned beet red.
"Sorry I fell asleep on you last night, that medication really is something," she said.
I smiled. "Don't worry about it," I said.
She blushed some more. "If it's any consolation, you did give me some really vivid dreams last night."
"Oh? Tell me what I did," I said.
She bit her lip and turned even more red. "Who says it was you in the dream? Who says it was even about a guy?"
I laughed. I could deal with that.
*****
That was the first and last time I had sleep sex with my wife. Every time she got in the mood, she didn't take her sleeping pill. In fact, she stopped taking her sleeping pill altogether a few weeks later, after her sleep schedule normalized. Soon enough, she found herself exhausted at all hours of the day.
We thought she was having an allergic reaction to the sleeping pills, similar to when she had had an allergic reaction to birth control. When we went to the doctor, they did the normal battery of tests.
The doctor finally came in to see us, holding Anna's test results.
"The good news is, there was no adverse reaction to the sleeping pills, but I am glad you're not taking them anymore," he said.
"Why is that?" I asked.
"Anna, you're pregnant."
My wife looked shocked. I didn't know what to say. What would she do? Would she blame me? Would she ask me what I did to her while she slept? Would she want to keep it?
I slowly looked up at her, unsure of what to say. When I looked at her face, I found it impossible to read. She looked at me the same way. We kept looking at each other this way for the longest five seconds of my life.
Then, I thought about our little boy or girl, running around and playing, and I couldn't help it. I broke into a huge smile. Anna smiled too, and immediately reached out and hugged me. "Oh Harry, we're going to need some help if we're going to start a family!"
Many tears of happiness were shed in that office and many more over the next nine months. As I sit here now with my baby boy sleeping on me while I write this story, I know I made the right choice. She never figured out how it happened, but she still blushes when I ask her about her dreams.
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Breeding My Sleeping Au Pair
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"You can do things to her I’d never let you do to me, Harry..."
I love my wife with all my heart, and I'd never been happier than when we started our own little family. Or more tired. When she received a job offer too good to refuse we needed, and could afford, to hire a live-in babysitter from Russia. We knew she was hot from her pictures online, but neither of us suspected what a little fucktoy she would be.
Kinks/Sub-Genres
Sleep Sex, Dubious Consent, Older Man, Babysitter
Author’s Note
This series was written in conjunction with the talented Cassandra Zara.
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When it rains it pours, as the saying goes, meaning everything happens at once. After desperately sending her resume out to prospective employers for an entire year, trying to get her career started, my wife got pregnant when I had my way with her after she fell unconscious under the influence of her sleeping pills.
Thankfully, the mere news that she was expecting brought out the inner-mother in her and before I knew it she was happily nesting. Months raced by while she was deciding on colors for the baby’s room, laying out little t-shirts on her swelling tummy when we went out shopping, and so on. She was adorable.
I was overjoyed with the news too, and slipped happily into fatherhood when Trystan arrived. I thought we were settling into a comfortable little life when an email was sent to Anna, my wife, out of the blue. After getting no response for over a year, the human resources department of one of the companies she had sent her resume to had decided they just had to interview Anna for her dream job.
Anna was torn, having completely changed her tune on her feelings of being a ‘Suzy Housewife’ when her and the little one first locked eyes on each other. We talked about it at length and finally decided that I would take a day off work to look after our recently-weaned baby and she should go to the interview, because if she didn’t she’d always wonder what would have happened and maybe foster some kind of resentment.
The day of the interview came and I waved at Anna out the front door as she left, before dealing with the first Force-Five-Code-Brown of the day and trying to find some happy medium between keeping the baby entertained, fed and well-rested while dealing with the mountain of housework that seemed to have piled up overnight while we slept.
We sort of expected that the interview wouldn’t lead to anything, Anna having been out of the workforce for so long and never having a position that utilized her degree at all, but she’s a sharp one, my girl, and I knew she’d kept completely up to date with every change and new development in her field so there was a chance they might like her.
When the front door clicked I realized I’d been dozing, our son precariously balanced asleep on my chest as I lay on my back on the couch. Anna walked into the living room and looked down on us with the biggest ‘awwwww’ expression I’d ever seen on her face as I blinked up at her sleepily.
“How are my boys?” She whispered
“Everything that I cleaned is dirty,” I summed up.
Anna left the room to stifle a laugh in the hallway before coming back in.
“The interview went really well, they’re going to get back to me next week if I got the job. Then you can help me write the rejection email when they lowball me, like we planned.”
I was so proud of her… but so exhausted. It was kind of a relief that Trystan chose that moment to wake up and make a sound eerily like ‘mummy’ before farting and crying. She picked him up and before I knew it I was sound asleep again.
Over the course of the next week I prepared my wittiest ripostes for the email I was writing in my head, the one Anna and I had agreed to write to every job offer that didn’t make us feel like we had won the lottery. She just valued her time with Trystan too much to give it up for anything but the dream job combined with the dream remuneration package.
When I came home one evening I found there was no home-cooked meal ready for me. Instead, my incredible wife looked to have decided some kind of celebration was in order, a bottle of wine was sitting in a bucket of ice and food appeared to have been recently delivered, still steaming hot.
“Trystan is spending the night at my Mom’s,” she said.
“Well, that’s cause for celebration,” I began.
“There’s a better one, have a look at that email over there.”
Anna’s laptop was open on the kitchen counter and I bent over it to see the finer details of what had got her so excited, I knew
as soon as she said ‘email’ that it had to be something amazing about the job she’d applied for. My left eyebrow rose. My right eyebrow rose. My jaw dropped.
It was an impossibly good deal. If she accepted it then her starting salary would be more than what I was making, she’d get a company car, better insurance and a performance based bonus that I knew Anna would be able to blow out of the water.
“Holy shit.”
“That’s what I said!”
I picked her up and spun her around, setting her back down on the floor before we hurt ourselves.
“How do people celebrate when their household income more than doubles overnight?” I asked.
“So you’re sure I should take it? You don’t mind?”
“Mind? I’m so proud of you, baby.”
Anna hugged me as if she’d been worried about my reaction and I held her tight.
“The only thing is, what do we do about Trystan? Your Mom can’t have him all day every day, the other ladies at the bingo hall would send out a search party.”
“This offer really is too good to pass up, and I told you when I first got pregnant that we were going to need help if I went back to work. The funny thing is, on our way back from young sir’s afternoon nap in his stroller I picked up this flyer from the noticeboard on campus advertising an au pair program that some company is running in partnership with the college.”
“Oh… pear?”
“Au pair, you uncultured swine. It’s like a live-in nanny, she’ll take care of the housework too.”
“That sounds expensive, can we…”
Anna tapped the laptop screen and I had to shut up, but it was difficult to think at our new level of income, it had been sprung upon me so suddenly.
“And anyway, it’s not all that expensive. Part of her payment is room and board, plus utilities. We’ve been wondering what to do with the spare room… I think it sounds like a good solution.”
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