Sin-esthesia
“Daddy, fuck me,” she said. I had been in bed for at least an hour before she joined me. I had read, trying to stay awake until she got home, but reading a book in a reclining position while sipping a whiskey at midnight on a Friday is simply not the best way to stay awake. I had fallen asleep sometime around 12:30. Lo was out with her friends. I hadn’t heard her come home or enter the bedroom. I hadn’t heard her remove her clothes, get ready for bed, or slip under the covers. All I heard was her whisper into my ear, “Daddy, fuck me.”
Some people say hello when they get home. Some people say good night when they get into bed. Some people don’t wake their partners when their partners are asleep and they come home in the a.m. But Lo says, “Daddy, fuck me.”
I don’t recall what inarticulate grunt of a response I made, but Lo was dismayed at the rebuff. Lo, being the extrovert that she is, gets energized from time out with friends. I, on the other hand, being an introvert, declined the invitation to go out with others.
Being fully aroused by her night out on the town, she was not nearly ready for sleep. She pulled out her phone and then I heard her talking to me again.
“Hunter wrote to me. He has a new girl. He sent me pictures. Do you want to see, Daddy?”
I didn’t respond. I heard her pull out her Hitachi. I heard the familiar buzz of its vibration.
“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, “she’s very hot. Oh, and he sent a few pics of him too. He’s grabbing his long cock. He says his new friend is eager to be with a woman and guess what Hunter is suggesting? That’s right, he wants me to join. What do you think of that? Would you be upset if I had a threesome with them? Would you feel left out if I went over there and got fucked by the two of them and you were all alone?”
I heard her put down the Magic Wand and tap out something. I rolled over.
“What are you telling him?” I asked.
“Oh, now you’re awake?”
“Thanks to you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“What are you telling him?”
“I’m suggesting some times that we could meet. I’m also asking if he would build a milking table for us so that she and I could be under it sucking and tugging on his long cock.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“You have no idea.”
“Let me see,” I said, about the new girlfriend.
“No.”
“Let me see.”
“If you want to see, get behind me and fuck me. You can look over my shoulder. . . if you’re good.”
I grabbed my reading glasses from the nightstand and got up and slid right into Lo’s wet pussy.
“That’s it, Daddio. Get in there deep,” said Lo as she held up the phone and displayed the pics of Hunter’s new affair.
“You want her?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“You want to. . .” I didn’t even have time to finish my second question before Lo came with gusto.
“Fuck, I was horny!” she said. She fell forward into the pillow and slipped her pussy off of my shaft.
“You just used me,” I complained.
“So?”
“My cock was nothing more than a dildo or your Hitachi. A two minute orgasm. Isn’t that right?”
“Yep. But you were better than the dildo or Hitachi.”
“Only because with me, you had your hands free to look at Hunter’s pornographic pictures.”
“Right again.”
“And now that you woke me from a deep sleep, you’re going to leave me high and dry.”
“More like hard-up and wet, but yeah. I’m so tired all of the sudden.” She was already almost asleep.
“Unbelievable.”
“Jack it.”
“No.”
“Why not? You can cum on me.”
“No.”
“Please. I love it when you jack it.”
“You love it when anyone jacks it.”
“And when you cum on me.”
“You love it when anyone cums on you.”
“Hunter jacked it and came on me.”
“I know that.”
“Fine, if you don’t want to.”
“You’re really going to sleep.”
“I can’t help it. But I give you full permission to fuck me while I’m sleeping.”
“Oh, blanket consent, huh?”
She was asleep now. I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t. Her naked body next to me was too tempting. I slowly got behind her, put my warm body down on hers, and wiggled my way inside her still wet cunt. She didn’t move. She didn’t wake. I propped myself up on my elbows on the pillow and slowly slid back and forth inside her. I turned on her phone and saw the email from Hunter. He wrote to her, “Still turning heads and dropping pants, darlin’?”
She wrote back, “I’m still dropping my pants and giving head.”
Their banter went back-and-forth. I thought of what a little slut my girl was and as I did, I came deep inside her. I collapsed on the bed next to her and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, just prior to waking, I found my hands gliding gently over her naked skin, feeling the roundness of her bum and the curves of her breasts. As they hovered over the surface of her body, they transmitted to my dreaming mind an image, like a blind man reading braille.
This had the dual effect of making my cock stiff and waking Lo from her slumbers. She looked at me and I looked at her and said, “I love seeing you with my hands, feeling you with my eyes, caressing you with my tongue, evoking you through olfaction. I love to know you through our bodies. I love to get physical with you in my imagination.”
She said, “Well, how about you fuck me with your cock?”
“That works too!” I said as I got behind her and gave her what she wanted. As I slid in, she said that my caresses during the night gave her wild sex dreams. “I’m so wet!” she said. “All night I’ve been dreaming of people using me, fucking me, fucking every one of my holes. You, Hunter, his girlfriend, strangers.”
“Well, one of those happened,” I said.
“What?”
“You said I could fuck you even if you fell asleep.”
“Yeah?”
“Well, I did.”
“You did?” she asked, and as the thought of it filled her mind, she came, gushing all over me.
“Why?”
