And still, even now that she was convinced this was no dream, Caroline was reluctant to show that she was awake and aware. Maybe Jonathon had got turned on by the idea of making love to her while she was asleep, of fucking her without her knowledge and, perhaps, inspiring her to have a lovely erotic dream as he did so.

She turned her head to the side.

She fluttered her eyelids and looked out through the narrowed slits, gazing at the window. She could judge the time by the angle of the morning sunlight that streamed into the bedroom. She was pleased to see that it was almost an hour earlier than they usually awoke.

An hour's fucking was just what she needed!

Had they fucked the night before? For a moment, she could not remember. They had been married for several years and had fallen into a routine, so that one night blended in with the next, pleasantly but without anything memorable happening.

Then she remembered that they had fucked and that Jonathon had seemed hornier than usual.

Again she wondered, fleetingly, at this change in the man – and again she did not question it too deeply.

She began to moan softly and to shift and squirm deliciously. Jonathon was on his side, his head bending down as he mouthed her nipples, switching back and forth between those explosive nuggets of sensation. His hand rested on her lower belly, flat and open, the fingers splayed out in the curly mound of her cunt hair. He gave a little moan as he slurped a fat nipple between his lips. His breath was hot on her tits. Caroline moved her hand down to his groin and was overjoyed to find that his cock was swollen enormously, rock hard and throbbing. His balls were bloated. She cupped the cum-sac, squeezing lightly, then folded her fist around the shaft of his prick and began to massage and caress his cock. She skimmed very slowly up his prick, from root to crown, and rubbed her thumb against the sensitive point where the thick prick-shaft flared out into the cockhead.