The sky was no longer black, but not yet the blue of the morning.  The dark silhouettes of the trees outside our window swayed against a sapphire background.  We lay together, bodies bathed in sweat as the physical pleasure dissipated and the comfort of afterglow settled over us.

It was four-thirty in the morning, much to our surprise.  We hadn’t had a night like that in years, but my in-laws offering to take the baby overnight meant we didn’t have to worry about being interrupted by late-night requests for milk, or for that matter waking her up.

Our neighbors, on the other hand, we hoped slept soundly.  The last of our many respective orgasms occurred almost simultaneously just moments before, the passionate sounds of mine triggering Jack’s own.  He came in my mouth, his volume surprising considering how many times he’d already climaxed.

“I want one more,” I said, my voice quiet but not at all sleepy.  He moved onto his side and lowered a hand between my still-warm thighs, his fingers finding my swollen lips.  I pushed him away.  “You can watch.”

As I ran my hand along my thighs, I felt my arousal building once more.  My other hand caressed my breasts, feeling their shape, their weight.  I pinched my nipples, feeling them harden as I rolled them between my fingers.  At the same time, I parted my slick opening and inserted two fingers.  I was still very wet.

I love to feel Jack’s eyes on me while I pleasure myself.  It’s a thrill to know how aroused he gets from watching.  I gathered my wetness on my fingertips and began to rub my needy, engorged clitoris.  I had hoped to give him a prolonged erotic performance, but I could already tell that I’d be lucky to last another couple minutes.

I took my hand off of my breasts and began to finger my hungry, dripping pussy.  My fingers moved in a circular motion, tracing long strokes around my opening.  At the same time, my other hand continued to fondle my ripe, throbbing bud.  I could feel myself ascend toward orgasm, my heartbeat pounding unrelentingly in my ears as I gave myself one last sweet, glorious stroke.

And then I felt my orgasm overtake me.  My body tensed, my legs straightening and my ass rising up off the bed.  I moaned louder than I had all night, the knowledge that this was perhaps my final climax of the night motivating me to make it count.  When it was over, I slowly sank into the mattress, the pillows ensconcing my head, beckoning me to a long-awaited sleep.

-Jill