Gender: Male Age: 42 Location: N/A
|Introduction: This is a short story about a man suffering a night of insomnia and the way he found to cure it.|
The Insomniac's Tango
"What are you doing up?" I jumped at the sound of her voice. I turned to see my beautiful wife, Annie coming into the living room through the kitchen. "Come to bed with me," she said, holding a small hand out to me.
I shook my head and sat back in the recliner, picking up the remote control for the television and changing the channel. "Not tired. Can't sleep and I didn't want to wake you." I could hear Annie's feet slapping the floor and knew exactly when she stepped into the living room proper from the sound change when she walked on to the carpet.
Annie came up behind me, leaned over the back of the chair and kissed the top of my head. Her hands slid down the back of the chair and over my shoulders and then into the collar of my tee shirt. She laid her chin on my head and looked over at the television. "Anything good on?" She asked, the sleepiness obvious in her voice. She scraped her fingernails over my chest.
"Nope. It's strange. Back before cable, one of the networks always showed a good late movie. Now, we have two hundred channels and none of them show anything decent after eleven or so."
"Maybe it's not that the movies have gotten worse but that you're spoiled to always having something on that you want to watch. Back then, when dinosaurs ruled the Earth, you only had one or two options so you settled for something less than you wanted but better than you had hoped for." I know it doesn't make much sense but remember, she was half asleep.
"Go to bed, Annie," I told her patting one of her small hands through my tee shirt and chuckling at the nonsense that sometimes poured out of my very intelligent wife's mouth when she was half asleep.
"Come with me. I need you to hold me and keep me warm." Her chin left the top of my head and she lowered her head so her mouth was beside my ear. "I'll rub your back. Right where you like it." I smiled. I love having my back rubbed as I fall asleep and I love the feel of my wife's hands. She has small, soft little fingers. Somewhat like that of a baby's fingers.
My wife is small all the way around actually. She stands just under five feet two inches tall, weighs in just around a hundred pounds, has tits that are almost all nipple and disappear completely when she lays on her back. She has a slight paunch at the belly which I find sexy as hell. She keeps her pussy clean shaven, says she's been shaving it since she was fifteen. She did it the first time on a dare. She liked it so much, she kept it up.
She has short little legs, tiny feet and tiny hands. She keeps her blond hair cut short hanging just past her collar and cut in a way where no matter how much or how little she brushes it, it always looks windblown. She has a beautiful face with big, bright green eyes, a tiny little nose, thick pink lips around a tiny little mouth. Even her teeth are small, they look like they belong in the mouth of a child. Even though she's almost twenty seven, she's often mistaken for a girl half her age.
"I can't sleep, dear," I said holding one of her hands through my tee shirt and giving it a little squeeze. I had the remote in the other hand and flipped the television to channel seven for the preview guide, hoping something would jump out at me. "If I came to bed, all I'd do is roll around and huff and puff and keep you awake."
Annie pulled her hands free from my hand and out of my shirt. She circled the chair and gently sat down on my lap. She then turned sideways, put her feet up, tucked them in between the arm of the chair and my thigh. She laid her head on my shoulder and wrapped one arm around my neck, the other hand lay on my chest. The tiny nightshirt she was wearing flipped up so I could see her tiny blue panties in the dim light of the television. I wrapped one arm around her waist while I gently rubbed up and down the calf of her leg. I smiled down at her and kissed her forehead.
I turned my attention back to the preview guide. "I'd rather you were with me in bed, even if you did keep me awake," Annie grumbled.
I chuckled. Seeing the name of an old Humphrey Bogart movie that I'd never seen that was coming on in ten minutes, I punched in the proper channel but muted the television. I laid the remote on the arm of the chair behind Annie and pulled her against me a little tighter. I laid my cheek on the top of her head and closed my eyes.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too, Angel." She curled up a little more and pressed herself against me a little tighter at the affectionate name. She was quietly snoring by the time the movie started and I turned the TV up.
The Bogart movie was called "Sirocco". Bogart starred as a weapons dealer in Syria while it's under French occupation. The French make a deal with a local Emir and make Bogey play middle man. It was one of the few Bogey movies I hadn't seen. I sat and watched it for a while.
By the time it was twenty minutes in, I could feel my eyelids getting heavy and knew I should go back to bed. "I'm just not meant to see this movie," I thought to myself. I just couldn't bring myself to wake Annie up. She looked so sweet and angelic and seemed to be sleeping so well. I pushed on the back of the chair to make it recline a little and laid back. Within minutes, my eyes were closed and then I was gone.
I woke up to a dark room and Annie was still on my lap. She was gently running her fingers over my chest and it felt wonderful, even with the tee shirt between her fingers and my skin. What woke me though was the fact that Annie was sucking on the side of my neck. I wondered briefly if maybe she was still asleep and dreaming but, while my wife had some wild dreams and was infamous for talking in her sleep, I had never known my wife of five years to suck my neck in her sleep. I figured she must be awake.
She must have felt my breathing change or realized I had stopped snoring. My snoring was almost as famous as her sleep talking. She lifted her head, kissed my chin and then spoke. "Just branding my property," she whispered.
"Don't let me stop you," I told her without looking down at her. She didn't. Almost before I finished speaking, her lips were once again kissing the side of my neck and then sucking it. Annie loved giving me hickeys just a little less than she liked getting them. She preferred the neck and the valley between her breasts but was satisfied with the shoulder or upper arms. She continued sucking and licking at my neck and ear as her fingers continued to roam over my chest for a while.
"This would be so much better if your shirt was off," Annie stated while taking a breath. I sat forward and, while holding her on my lap with one arm, my shirt was soon off with assistance from her and then thrown on the floor. I laid back again, pulling her back against me. I turned my head and sought out her lips. I missed on the first try and ended up kissing the tip of her nose. She figured out what I wanted and moved just enough so that the next time our lips made contact. Her tongue insisted on entrance into my mouth so I opened my mouth and our tongues started to duel.
I still had one hand behind her back and was gently rubbing up and down her back concentrating on the small bump just beneath where her neck and back met and down the center of her back. I knew this sent shivers through her body. She was sending shivers through me with her fingers on my chest. Our lips came apart only long enough to take a breath and then returned to kissing. As my hand slipped down her back again, I found the nightshirt she was wearing was bunched up around her waist. I slid my hand over it and then under the nightshirt to find her silky panties. I slipped my hand into the panties and squeezed first one ass cheek and then the other.
I slipped my other hand down her thigh and then back up and under the shirt. I used only the pads of my fingers to rub along her belly and along the elastic band of her panties, sending even more shivers through her. Slowly, my hand worked it's way up until I cupped one of her small breasts in my hand and I began running my thumb over her nipple, first one way and then the other. She groaned a little louder with each consecutive pass.
After five minutes of kissing and touching, my cock was hard as rebar in the sweatpants I had slipped on when I got out of bed. After another moment of kissing, she pulled her lips away and sat up. I watched in the darkness as she pulled the nightshirt up and over her head and tossed it onto the floor somewhere near my recently disposed of shirt. Annie then started moving around.
At first I wasn't sure what she was doing. I figured it out quickly enough though and did what I could to help and to make sure she didn't fall off my lap, or the chair. After some rather uncomfortable shifting, she was sitting with her knees in the chair, facing me. A leg on either side of mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck and laid herself against me. I reclined the chair a little more which put her laying on top of me. Her panty-covered crotch pressing against my cock.
Once laid back, I wrapped my arms around her waist and slipped both hands into her panties as we searched for the others lips once more. We kissed and she rubbed herself up and down on my hard cock for a while before she pulled away again and got up on her knees, kneeling over me. "Have we ever made love on this chair?" She asked. I was sure she was smiling.
"Don't think so," I told her.
"I think it's about time, don't you?"
"I couldn't agree more."
She slipped her hands down to the waistband of my sweats, searched for the waistband of my briefs but couldn't find them.
"I don't have any on," I confessed. When I got out of bed, I hadn't seen any reason to put any on.
She giggled and pulled the waist of my sweats down to expose my cock. She hooked the waistband under and behind my balls and began to gently stroke my rock hard cock with one of her small hands.
I pulled the back of her panties down, exposing her tiny little ass and rubbed her cheeks even more. I spread her butt cheeks apart and slid a finger in. I found her asshole and ran my finger around it. I smiled when Annie bit her lower lip and groaned softly. No, I couldn't see her bite her lip, because of the darkness surrounding us, but I'm sure she did it. Annie loves having her asshole played with even though she refused any mention of anal penetration with a finger, cock or sex toy. Annie attacked my mouth with renewed vigor, her tongue pushing it's way into my mouth before I was even really aware she was kissing me again.
I could feel her erect nipples pressing into my chest and the heat coming out of her panties against my exposed cock. We kissed and sucked on each others tongues for a number of minutes before she pulled away.
"Can you move my panties aside?" She asked.
I didn't respond, I just slipped one hand down between her thighs and pulled the panties to the side, exposing her little pink pussy. She lifted herself up slightly, slipped a hand between us, grabbed my cock and rubbed it up and down her slit for second. I could feel the warm lubricant coming off her and covering the head of my cock.
She raised up, still holding my cock, aimed it at her entrance and dropped down on it, taking my cock into her completely with one move. Once I was inside her, she laid herself back over me, adjusted her hips just a bit and began slowly moving her hips up and down on my cock. She moaned loudly into my mouth when she found just the right position so that my cock rubbed nicely against her clit while the tip of my cock was inside her. As she pushed her hips down, I thrust mine upwards, fucking into her.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, grabbed her ass and began rubbing her asshole again causing her to groan even louder. She moved her small hands to my shoulders and her fingers rubbed up and down the sides of my neck and played with my hair as we continued to kiss and rub against each other.
"I love you," Annie said between kisses.
"I love you too, Angel," I told her the next time our lips separated.
Over the next five minutes, Annie had two orgasms, one right after the other. Just as she was coming down from the second, I could feel my own orgasm approaching. Annie sat up on me and began lifting her whole body, sliding my cock almost completely out of her before dropping down onto me again, impaling herself. It felt too good!
I grabbed her hips and held myself inside her as I shot my first and then second and then third load inside her. At that point, my strength was gone and I let her go. She moved her hips in slow circles as the rest of my cum trickled out. Once I was drained, Annie lowered herself back down onto me, laid her head on my chest, rubbed my shoulders and neck with her fingers and recovered. I managed to wrap my arms around her, lifted my head enough to kiss the top of her head and then laid still as I recovered and caught my breath.
Without even realizing it, we both fell asleep there on the chair, her on top of me and my cock still inside her. When we woke up the next morning, we were both sore from our sleeping positions but managed another round there on the chair. Afterwards, we took a shower together and then both of us swore to never do that again. It's just too hard on the muscles.
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