A late night in the tent

“Since you’ve unintentionally waited three days, I might even be in the mood tonight.” “What can I do to help?” “I’ve been thinking of making art.” “I’m all for it.”

And I’ve been thinking of doing it everywhere but the tent. On a nice flat rock where we stopped for a picnic. In the trees at the campground. In the dark hotel pool room. In a gondola. At the outdoor hotsprings pool my eyes keep drifting to her perfect ass in its polka-dot bikini bottom. But by the time we’ve changed campgrounds and cooked dinner and cleaned up and gotten the kids sorted I’m beat. And Brook has moved into our tent permanently.

River gets up to pee in the middle of the cold night. I warm her up when she gets back. “Now that my bladder is empty I might be a little more friendly.” I thought it was me who was unfriendly. We snuggle face to face. I feel something. She reaches for it and feels it, too. No problems tonight. My cock fills in, her hand working smoothly up and down while we talk about what to do. “Your pad seems pretty comfy.” I get between her legs. She rubs my hard cock on herself, then dips it down to her pussy. It slips in and we’re fucking, a nice bonding fuck, slowly at first, working up to a long fast fuck, my hands under her shoulders pulling her against me. I don’t even have to move, just pull her and let her do whatever it is she does. Then I work with her, pulling my cock all the way out, feeling it push its way back inside, her feet on my ass urging me in all the way.

I’m trying to feel what my fingers feel inside her, but to my cock it’s just one juicy tunnel that it loves to be in. Her sleeping pad is only an inch thick but my knees are on the tent floor and the difference in elevation is noticeable. I like it.

I feel my impending orgasm. Back off for a slow finish. When it’s inevitable I bury my cock deep inside and wait. My cock jerks inside her and we hug. We’re warm.

Insomnia

“Someone pulled your panties down and had his way with you last night.” “I vaguely remember something like that.” She should put it up as her facebook status.

Last night. I fall asleep quickly but wake up at 2am and know it’s going to be one of those nights when I can’t get back to sleep for hours. Especially with River being twitchy and fidgety next to me. So I come downstairs and write. The kids have a sleepover guest so I’ve put on some boxer briefs to roam the house in. When I go back to bed I’m still not sleepy. But I’m horny. I think about it. River doesn’t like to be woken up. But she’ll have hours to sleep afterwards. Ok. Maybe. I’ll let my dick decide. Hard, I do it. Soft, I don't.

River and I are both wearing undergarments instead of sleeping naked like usual. Tank-top and panties for her, the boxer briefs for me. I feel myself through them. Not much response. I’m disappointed. I’m too horny for that. Who am I kidding. Forget what my dick says. It has no input in the matter. Except veto power, unfortunately. My head has decided I’m going to find a way to get hard and do it. I pull my cock out through the fly, wet my fingers, slip them up and down the head, grab my cock in my fist and squeeze against the base. I feel the tell-tale pressure as my cock begins to stiffen, but it’s fairly tenuous. Quietly I reach for a bottle of massage oil, unscrew the top, let it dribble out onto my fingers. That should help. And it will make for a nice easy stick-in and a smooth fuck. If I get hard. Which I’m still not.

As a last resort I sit up on my heels with my knees spread. That wakes River up enough to ask “What?” “I want to do you.” She goes back to sleep. Or something. And now I’m getting hard, my cock sticking out of my fly, nice and slick, pumping it with my hand. My other hand probes for River’s pussy through her panties. She’s curled up on her left side, facing away from me, and I can feel her lips and asshole through them. I concentrate on her pussy opening, circling and pressing it with my finger, still pumping my cock and getting a good hardon. It’s probably best if this isn’t a long fuck. I don’t want to wake her too much or ruin her sleep. Maybe I can get myself close before I slide into her. But I can’t wait. I pull her panties down and run my fingers along her lips, trying to press between them into her pussy. But it’s not going. I use my lubed hand, sliding a finger up and down her lips, and they part and allow my fingertip into her wetness.

My cock slides in next to my finger and I sigh. This is it. For some reason I’ve been really hot on fucking River while she sleeps lately. It’s not as intimate as when she’s awake. But there’s something about it. I fuck her in t-bone, my cock sliding in and out easily, and I think of the quickie we did in this position, all of 45 seconds from penetration to shooting my load. I don’t think I can pull that off tonight. And I don’t want to.

I slip down next to her in spoons and I have a nice fuck, my cock humping in and out just a few inches at the speed River likes. She moans. Is she awake? Or not? I don’t know. When I feel my orgasm coming I slow down for a nice, slow come. But it’s not working. I’m not coming. The slow fuck feels nice and I push in a little deeper. I put my hand on River’s ass cheek, fingers in her crack, some feeling my cock slide gracefully in and out of her pussy, others resting against her soft asshole. I think about doing her in the ass, or just pushing my finger in, but that might not be a good idea unless she’s awake.

The slow come isn’t happening tonight, so I speed up and bang out a steady rhythm. My orgasm builds slowly, taking its time, and when it comes I give a deep thrust, and push with each pulse, a long orgasm, coming deep in her pussy, making it last.

My arm is around her. I don’t want to wake her up any more than I have to, so I keep my cock inside, feeling it go soft, small backwards slips inside her pussy, at least ten minutes of slow softening. Her breathing sounds tell me she’s definitely asleep now. I wonder about my jizz dripping out of her. We usually clean up with a t-shirt afterwards, but I don’t want to wake her up and I don’t think I’ve got a shirt within reach. So I just leave my arm around her and leave my cock in as a bit of a plug and drift off to sleep myself.

After an hour she wakes up a bit. I pull out, roll over and find a t-shirt within reach. I must have planned ahead. She wipes herself, and can’t believe it’s been an hour since we started. She doesn’t realize she’s been sleeping with me inside her.

Midnight oil

River is fidgeting in her sleep and wakes me up. It seems like the middle of the night but the clock says 11:30. Sometimes rubbing her legs with oil will quiet her down. I get up, pour some oil into my hand, and smooth it over her legs, then her feet, then work up each leg to her hips, front, back, sides, spreading evenly. Up her stomach to her chest, shoulders, down her arms. I pour more oil into my palm and do her pussy, up and down the grooves, oiling her lips. She rolls over and I spend a lot of time on her back and butt.

I get myself hard while I keep rubbing her butt, my hand pushing her cheeks around, my thumb running over her butthole, my other thumb circling into her pussy. I'm not getting as hard as I'd like, but it's hard enough, and I slip it into her pussy using my thumb as a guide.

It's a nice butt position fuck, sitting up massaging her back, pulling her hips towards me, squeezing her cheeks together, pulling them apart, slipping the fingers of both hands between her legs. It's warm and comforting. But it's one of those times when it seems all about me, like something I do to her. I'm going the slow speed that I like, enjoying the friendly sensations of her body against mine and my cock slipping in and out of her pussy. I should finish and let her go back to sleep. I find a nice angle for a slow finish. I want her to feel me coming. A few more easy strokes and I'm coming, holding still as I let my cock throb and spurt inside her, feeling my jizz flow out.

She wipes herself with a t-shirt and quickly falls asleep without fidgeting.

A few days later I ask River about my "all about me" feelings, and she assures me it was a lovely time, possibly as close as I'll get to doing her in her sleep.

"That slow one was for you." "I enjoyed it." "I enjoyed it too."

Waking River up in the night

A quarter to two. Earlier than I thought. River has said I could wake her up in the middle of the night some time to do it. Now seems like a good time. Plenty of time to sleep afterwards. Just thinking about it should get me hard. Especially on the Cialis I took earlier. Thinking about River, her sweetness, her love, her shape, our shower this morning, her fuzzy wet pussy. But nothing. A small touch should do it. Three fingers on the side of my cock. Pretty standard for me. Still nothing. Even though the desire is there. Finger and thumb around the base, other fingers on my balls. Maybe something. Once it's started it should be like a chain reaction. But it isn't. At least hard enough to start doing the entire shaft from the head down. And that helps. It's not the pounding erection I was anticipating. But it's good enough.

I wonder if River is awake. Hard to tell. She's in spoon position. Perfect. Roll towards her, put it between her legs where I can feel the fuzz. She's awake enough to reach down and put it in her hole and we push together hard to see how far in it will go. Not very. So just a small slow fuck until there's enough juice to push it in further. But she still seems under-lubricated. That doesn't make me feel good. It makes me feel like I'm just doing my thing with her. Which I am. It's better when it's our thing. Push in deep and hold it for a while. Lean back with my hand on her hip. Sometimes faster, sometimes slower.

Still not as wet as it should be. But not dry either. I hope she's ok. Roll River over. I'm aiming for inviting but she rolls all the way to butt. I won't argue with her choice. Not much room on the right side of the bed, but enough. Reach for her hands. Single point. Lay on top. When I come I push in deep and hold it. I hope she likes feeling me come this time. Move a little bit at the end to squeeze out a few more contractions. Roll back into spoons for a while. Now the Cialis is working. I pull out, get a t-shirt off the floor. "It's ok, I have to pee anyway." The only words either of us has spoken.

"How'd you sleep?" "Ok." "I hope you didn't mind that I woke you up last night. If I did wake you up. You said I could some time." "You woke me up." I talk about how she didn't seem her usual wetness. Except for the stick-in, it seemed ok to her. And she woke up with an orgasm around four. Nice. Except for the other recent time, that hasn't happened since she was pregnant with Brook.