Now she kneeled over him and took his cock in both hands. She quickly ran her tongue-tip up and down his thick cock shaft. He didn't stir. Not even when she whipped her tongue over the sensitive underside near his plum-shaped cockhead.

She began drooling at once. Sucking cock always made her drool. John sighed and shifted his ass around, but his breathing remained regular and she wasn't afraid of awakening him.

Her pussy drooled too. It fairly dripped with anticipation. She would have loved climbing on top of John and taking his cock inside her. That would be taking a chance that he would awaken and roll over onto his belly, depriving her of even a blow-job. No, it was better not to take the chance. A cock in the mouth was better than no cock at all.

Some of her friends complained about their husbands. They said their men were bored with them sexually. That wasn't Jessie's problem. John's sexual needs hadn't changed one iota. No, she never complained about John in female bull-sessions. She was getting exactly what she expected when she married at the age of eighteen and so far she was happy enough with the arrangement.

Now she concentrated on making his cock even stiffer. She made a ring of her lips and slid them halfway down his cockshaft. Just then he stirred in his sleep and she felt his fingers on the back of her neck. Still sucking his prick, their eyes met.

"Come here," he yawned.

She moved up close to him, kissed bun on the lips and crawled on top of him.

"Fuck me," she said.

"I'm too tired. Finish sucking me off." As he spoke he casually squeezed her tits. Impatient, Jessie pushed her nightgown down and exposed her big tits.

"Suck them," she said.

"Jesus, I was sleeping."

She shoved a tit into his face. "Suck it anyway."

"Aw, hon, first you wake me up and now you want me to make love to you." Of course he was right.