It's about 9:15 am on a Saturday, and the baby is stirring next to me. Time to wake up.

I stretch and yawn and call out, "Jiiii-iiim!" I hear him get up from in front of his computer in the next room and he appears at the door. "Come love me up," I grin at him, sleepily.

He slips under the covers behind me, spooning, as our 15-month-old takes her last few suckles of "wake-up nursies" and then slides herself out of bed and begins busily pattering about the room, ready to start the day.

I wiggle my hips backwards against Jim's groin and notice the telltale hardness against my ass. Softly moaning, I pull my hair aside and offer my neck to him, which he nuzzles and kisses, reaching around to cup my breast with his free hand. He slowly moves it downwards along my side, tickling ever so slightly, running it over my hip and down back around my thigh between my legs, pulling up my cotton nightie to do so. I automatically open my legs, hooking the upper one backwards over him, as he slides first one and then two long, strong fingers into my pussy.

We both groan at the heat and wetness he finds there, and I push my hips back farther against him, inviting him to probe more deeply into me. The baby has pattered out to the family room and kitchen, to investigate the potential for trouble, when I am surprised to feel Jim slip down the waistband of his lightweight cotton-knit pants, releasing his erection to rub unhindered against my ass.

He is usually so subdued, and I'm wondering if perhaps the naked pictures I've been taking of myself and emailing to him at work have been having an effect. Can I really have been getting the message across that I'm more than just the mother of his children and keeper of his home? That I am a woman, and I have the appetite and desires of a woman, and as such, I have been feeling neglected for far too long?

As he thrusts his hard, eager cock between my legs and draws it back against my slit, my doubts ebb away and I understand that this is about him and me -- man and woman -- and the pleasures we have to offer one another.

Without a word, he pulls away and flips me onto my back. I am beaming like a complete idiot, thrilled by his aggressiveness, and I open myself wide to welcome him in. It takes a few awkward pokes before he's positioned right at the opening of my pussy, and as I'm not very wet yet, he has to take a few preliminary strokes before he can truly slide deep into me. I love the feeling of those first pre-entry strokes, though. They remind me of losing my virginity and the thrill of feeling my first hard cock bury itself balls-deep in my eager cunt.

With half an ear tuned to the baby's activities out in the family room, Jim begins thrusting into me in earnest. I arch up to him, wrap my legs around his hips, and match his every move.

He has left his t-shirt on and it hangs in my face. One of the things that turns me on most when we make love is the warmth and texture and smell of his skin, so I deftly reach around him and pull the shirt off towards me and over his head. He refuses to lift his hands up, though, and pulls the shirt taut across my chest, effectively pinning me down to the bed underneath him. My eyes widen and I squeal softly with delight and grin my enthusiasm for this new game he's playing.

His thrusts into me continue, and I can feel my pussy getting slicker and wetter with every plunge he takes into my well. My clit is swelling and my responses are beginning to overtake me. I hear the baby's feet pattering towards the bedroom, and inwardly groan, knowing that ever-so-modest Jim will surely be pulling out any second now. 

It's been a bone of contention between us, just what's OK and what's not in front of a pre-verbal child. I have always felt very comfortable being naked and fairly sexual in front of our kids, whereas he is always *much* more restrained, holding back even in the kind of kissing he's willing to engage in in their presence.

So I wait for it, relishing each stroke, expecting it to be the last... but he keeps on. I begin to think that maybe he's *not* going to stop, and in hopes that this is the case, I reach down for the sheet and try to toss it over our joined hips, to cover the most incriminating parts.

Sure enough, the baby toddles on into the room and Jim keeps right on pumping away at me. I am thrilled to my very core, and strain upwards to kiss his neck, to nibble, and taste him. He buries his face in my hair and keeps pumping away at me. I am enjoying his actions and my own response so much, mouthing the air below him, longing for a bit of skin to come within my reach. And there appears the baby, who decides that it *must* be her FINGER that I want stuck in my mouth, which is why I must be looking so funny. I giggle to myself, and say, "Yes, thank you, baby. That is your finger!" and pull Jim in harder with my legs.

As the baby begins climbing our heads and slapping on them like tom-tom drums, I let loose with a half-laugh/half-moan. The scene seems so very unlikely -- something you'd never see on TV or in a movie, or even read about. Fucking with a baby in the room, and even in the same bed -- so taboo -- but you *know* it must happen all the time. This is a first, for us, though, and I am so proud of Jim's spontaneity and lack of inhibition. It turns me on even more, and helps counteract the sheer unsexiness of having a baby frolicking around us.

I'm sure he's considered the risk he's taking of getting me pregnant, too. We use a diaphragm for birth control, which doesn't allow for spontaneous moments like this to be followed through to climax. We don't want any more kids -- so his willingness to toss caution aside like this even for a moment bespeaks an unprecedented abandon on his part. Withdrawal is such a risky method... 

But withdraw he does. I whimper with disappointment as he leaves me empty and aching for him, but can't hide my overall pleasure at the encounter. I have been *longing* for a wake-up fuck for as long as I can remember. 

"Thank you *so* much, Jim!" I tell him, kissing him energetically. "What a wonderful way to wake up! I absolutely *loved* that!!"

"Oh, did you?" he asks, slyly. "That's just a taste of what's in store for you tonight."

And I can hardly wait!
