Mike looked at his peacefully sleeping wife, Simone and sighed. She was so beautiful lying there, wearing her soft pink nightgown, her brown hair flowing over her pillow. He sighed again, thinking of all the nights he had laid awake watching her, wishing that he could wake her up and make love to her, but her busy schedule kept her working at the hospital 14 hours a day, then she just wanted to come home, take a shower, and collapse into bed.
He reached up her nightgown and inside her panties, beginning to rub her clit gently, trying not to awaken her. At first she did not respond, but after a few moments she began to breathe heavily and bite her lower lip. She was still asleep. She began to move her hips in response to his touch.
Slowly, gently, he pulled the covers off her, slid her nightgown up, and began to remove her panties. He tossed her panties into the floor and carefully spread her legs. He lowered his face to her crotch and slowly snaked his tongue into the folds of her now wet pussy. She jerked, but did not wake up. He began to lick her pussy, slowly, softly, and she responded by moving her hips and moaning ever so softly. He pushed one finger inside her, trying to find her g-spot, and he concentrated on licking her clit. She whispered softly something he could not understand. Her breathing was increasing rapidly.
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