Wi[f]e told [m]e to play with her pussy in her sleep

I jolted awake, not sure of the time. The TV screen played the credits of a movie I remember putting on (but clearly slept through). It was too late at night to restart it, so I set the remote off to the side after turning the TV off.

I looked over at my wife, who was still fast asleep, likely dreaming peacefully. I shivered. The night had drastically cooled down, and while I was tempted to grab a comfortable hoodie to sleep in, the last thing I wanted to do was leave whatever warmth I held onto in the bed.

After I pulled the sheets up above my wife's shoulders to ensure she had enough blanket, I quickly joined her, cuddling against her arm. I wrapped my arms around her, aiming to take some of her warmth and it worked out perfectly. I breathed a sigh of relief and closed my eyes, hoping sleep would come to me quickly.

I peeked an eye open when I felt my wife's hand grasp my wrist lightly. I assumed that my arm was too cold, or she wasn't quite in the mood for physical contact at the moment, so I attempted to retract my arm. To my surprise, she held onto my hand rather firmly, eventually guiding my hand to her crotch. I felt my pulse quicken.

I swore I heard her whisper to tell me something. I asked her for clarification, "Did you say something, baby?"

"Play with it," she murmured. Her voice was soft, still sleepy, and it lacked the authority of a command. It felt like a suggestion. I raised a brow and weighed my options.

Was she awake? I wasn't sure what to think but I'll be damned if I don't listen to my wife. I ran my fingers over her shorts, between her lips. I kept the pace steady, not sure if she was looking for something in particular. Her breath hitched and she spread her legs wider. I applied more pressure and started to focus on her clit. I traced over it, repeatedly, and there was the slightest roll of her hips towards my hand.

My wife arched her back off the bed, lifting, raising her hips and asking me, between two shallow breaths, "Can you take these off?"

I hooked my fingers along the waistband of her shorts, pulling them slowly down her legs. With every graze of my hand against her legs, she shuddered.

I moved my hands up to touch the inside of her thigh lightly. I moved them closer, back to her panties, and from the movement of hips and the soft whine, I could tell she grew impatient. She gasped when my hands made contact with her again she seemed pleased that her thick shorts no longer hindered the feeling of my hand.

Her panties were thin and soft, and I could feel a dampness grow. They were the only thing between my fingers and her. I licked my lips and my mouth watered. I stole a glance at my wife's face; her eyes were still closed. I noticed her mouth would hang open ever so slightly when something felt good. She seemed focused on her pleasure and I wanted nothing more than to oblige her, desiring nothing more than to take her the distance. I pressed two fingers against her panties, dragging them along up towards her clit, placing more pressure and drawing a strained breath. I continued this motion over and over again, keeping a steady speed, but slowly increasing the pressure.

My fingers grew slick from the wetness soaking through her panties, I ran small circles over her swelling bed before gently pinching it between my fingers. She welped in pleasure.

Another impatient groan left her lips.

"Inside," she begged me softly, barely above a whisper. "Please.."

I nodded, wasting no time peeling her panties off to expose her beautiful pussy to the open air. I took a moment to admire the sight. While we remained mostly in the dark, the only light that met the room was the moon that shone through the blinds, accentuating her every curve. Legs spread for me, I wanted nothing more than to please her. I pressed the finger against her opening, teasing to insert it before letting my finger trace along the outside edges. I couldn't tease her for too long. She'd waited long enough. I delved a finger deep, enjoying the new sensation of the warmth and wetness. Pleased noises were buried within her labored moans. She licked her lips and a smile crossed her face.

I let my fingers roll along her walls, stroking slowly, building to a pace and increasing the pressure. I used her voice as a cue to guide me. I would speed up or slow down, purely based on the volume, intensity, and space between her moans.

I hiked her shirt up, leaving small kisses on her stomach. I wanted so badly to lean down and dig my tongue deep inside her and eat my way to her release, but I didn't to ruin my momentum. I couldn't get enough of how her walls hugged against my fingers.

I pulled her shirt higher to expose her lovely breasts. My fingers continued just stimulate her G-spot. I looked at her with awe. Her body, beautifully lit by the moon, would jerk as the sensations built up with every remote movement of my fingers.

Her whimpers were long, drawn-out, and desperate, as if begging for me to give her what she needed, even though I thought my fingers couldn't move any faster, I powered through it, letting them pump along her walls and flick against her inside.

Her body jerked violently before calming into a steady lull, nearly frozen in place. Her whines were muffled through her pursed lips. It was too much for her to hold back, and what started as soft sounds exploded into cries as pleasure washed over her. Her body went limp. She grinned through labored breaths, limbs split out every which way across the bed.

As I removed my fingers, I felt my fingers graze along her walls. She jolted, grabbing hold of my wrist suddenly.

"Careful, baby," she murmured, followed by a pleased breath. "It's sensitive."

I hopped off the bed and dug through the drawers for a new set of underwear. I slipped them up her legs and secured them under her hips. I gave her elastic band a snap and gave her a few affectionate pecks on the her head.

She uttered a quiet "thank you" through a satisfied, sweet smile and turned around, inviting me in to spoon her.
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"How was last night?" I asked her in the morning over breakfast. I made no attempt to hide my grin.

My wife looked at me perplexedly. "I slept okay if that's what you're asking."

"You don't remember? I teased, nudging her arm with my elbow. She responded with a tilted head and curious expression I felt my confusion grow. "You asked me to play with you last night."

"I did?" she asked in genuine disbelief. Her mouth hung open, and I saw her cheeks flush.

My eyes widened and my heart dropped. I asked her, "Were…you not awake for that?"

"I don't remember doing any of that." My wife squirmed in her seat, crossing her legs and looking away. "I thought I was just having really good dreams."

Guilt ate up at me. "Oh babe, I'm sorry. I promise I didn't mean to cross any line. I'll try to–"

"It's okay," she assured me, grabbing my hand, stopping me mid-sentence. She paused. "You're allowed to play with me while I'm asleep."

"Wait,really?" I asked in disbelief. "Are you sure?"

"If I'm really not in the mood, I'll let you know, and tell you to stop. So don't feel bad. It might be kind of hot to be woken up like that." My wife looked at me, meeting my gaze and biting her lip. "You can even use more than your fingers next time."

I didn't know what to say so I didn't respond. My wife went back to eating, and I tried to do the same despite my jaw being stuck in the dropped position. I felt a bulge build in my pants as I thought of the things I would do to her the next time she fell asleep.