We’re in bed. My wife wakes up in the middle of the night. I’m a light sleeper, so the slightest sound rouses me. “Honey, what is it?” I ask. “I’m thirsty. I want to get some water to drink.” I glance at the clock. It’s 2 a.m. “Okay,” I mumble and roll over. I drift back to sleep, only to wake up again feeling my Wife running her hand up my leg, stopping just short of my manhood. Then she started rubbing on my cap, trying to get me to wake up. She kisses and nibbles playfully on my ear and strokes my face. I stirred a little bit, but I was not fully awake yet. She starts kissing my neck gently, then my chest, and again on my lips while rubbing my preeq with her hand. By this time, I am fully awake and about to come. So, I lean up, balancing myself with my elbows while she takes my preeq into her mouth and gives me a blowjob. I’m surprised and excited. I usually spend days pleading and bribing my wife to suck me, but here she is, without any persuasion, blowing me for free! When she notices that I’m about to cum inside her mouth, she stops and tries to guide my preeq inside her swollen puzzy I smile and help her. Her hands are wet, probably from the water she went to drink. As I slide into her, I gasp. She’s surprisingly juicy and slippery. She starts riding me soundlessly. Since we got married, lovemaking has been mechanical. I come on top, she opens her legs, and we do the missionary style until she cums. But here she is, riding me cowgirl and blowing my mind. For the first time, I cum before her. As soon as I release, she comes down, yet I’m still hard. Smiling, I turn to kiss her and ask what came over her. But then I see my wife sitting upright like a robot. “Honey, what is it?” “There’s someone downstairs,” she says without turning to look at me. Immediately, my erection disappears and panic sets in. I sit still, straining to hear anything. “Are you sure?” Whispering in a voice I hardly recognize, she says, “I heard footsteps.” “Wait here,” I whisper. I could swear she chuckled or laughed, but I couldn’t tell. Maybe she thinks I’m not man enough. Well, I jump out of bed, grab the hammer I use for work, turn on my phone torch, and tiptoe downstairs. As I reach the kitchen, I hear a sound behind the fridge. Immediately, I turn to strike. I raise the hammer and point the torch in the direction of the sound. The hammer drops from my hands. It’s my wife, hiding behind the fridge with a cup of water. “What are you doing here? I told you to wait upstairs.” “Honey, there’s someone upstairs,” she says, trembling with the cup of water in her hands. “I haven’t been back since I came down to get water.” “Who did I just fvck?” The End Ajebo Writer ©️Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne