Stealing Anal

I was awakened at about 3:00 a.m. this morning by a hard cock rubbing against my back side. That's not a bad way to wake up. Since we were new together, if Hubby couldn't sleep, he would wander over to my side of the bed and start rubbing against me.  Sometimes he'd slide it in me, sometimes just against me, but he'd do his thing until he came and then he'd roll back onto his side of the bed and sleep.

My response depended on many variables.  If I didn't wake up, I did nothing, of course, but I'd find the evidence of what happened in the morning and I'd usually ask him how it was. You may wonder how I could sleep through sex stolen in the middle of the night, but that was common for me during what I call, "The Decade of Exhaustion." That's the period of time in my life when I was working more than full time, going to graduate school, and I caring for a very small child at home. If I was fortunate enough to fall into a deep sleep, itself a miracle, there wasn't much that could wake me up.

If I did wake up, I'd do one of two things: 1) Ignore it and try to sleep anyway (because didn't he understand that I just got the baby to finally go to sleep and hour ago and I had to be up in 2 hours!!???), or 2) Join in the fun (Sleep is overrated. Sex is great.).

Last night This morning I woke to the feel of his cock against me. I slipped another step into consciousness and noticed that his cock was lubed because I could feel the slickness as he slid against me. I was really tired and trying to decide if I'd be able to get back to sleep if I just ignored him.

Then I felt a little more pressure and my eyes popped open.

Is he really trying to steal some anal? I asked myself.

Yes, that's exactly what he was trying to do. With each stoke he was pressing against my ass with just a little  more pressure, stretching me just a tiny bit, then more, and more.

I didn't move. I wondered how far he'd take this.

A few strokes later, the head of his cock popped in. I bit my lip and held my breath, willing myself not to move or make a sound, in spite of the pain. He froze, like the way a child sneaking into the kitchen at night to steal a cookie freezes when the floor squeaks. He waited. Then his cock involuntarily throbbed, and I.....

.....burst out laughing.

"Did you really think you could steal some anal without waking me up?" I asked him.

He said, "Oh, you're awake," and he grabbed my hip and drove himself all the way inside me. I gasped and grabbed onto the side of the bed to steady myself while he pumped me hard.  He came quickly, pulled out, cleaned himself off, and rolled over to go to sleep.

Wide awake by then, I rolled over with him, snuggled up against his back and started talking to him....about last night's baseball game, about my plans for today, about our son's academic progress, about the status of our bills, about my current work project. I could tell he was trying to sleep, but I just kept talking.

Finally he rolled over and said, "Kat! It's the middle of the night. I need to sleep.  Why are you doing this?"

I kissed his neck softly and whispered in his ear. "Because stealing anal isn't free."