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"I couldn't sleep."
On impulse, I climbed back into the bed with him, spooning behind him. He was warm. I rubbed up against his bum, there was still enough time for us to make love before he went to work. I wanted him to know that I needed him, I wanted him to need me. I brought my hand round to the front, rubbing and teasing his cock through his shorts. "What are you doing?" he asked softly.
"I want you Mike" I increased the pressure with my hand, rubbing over his cock and balls. Wanting, no needing to feel him go hard. Instead what I felt was his hand pulling mine off him.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, I have to be in the office early today, you know how much pressure I'm under!"
"But its early, we have time, don't you want me anymore Mike?"
"I'm sorry Mina, not this morning."
And with that he got out of bed to have his shower.
I lay there, as his side of the bed cooled down. Resentment flooded me. Mike might not want me when he was awake but he wasn't quite so unwilling while he was asleep. The guilt I'd been feeling was growing less by the second.
I waited until I heard the shower running, then went downstairs. I made fresh coffee for us. Mike came down minutes after me. He came to me straight away.
"I'm sorry Mina."
I tried to force a smile at him but he'd already turned to go. I was getting sick of hearing him say just how sorry he was.
On impulse I said "Mike, when you were a kid, did you ever sleepwalk?"
He hesitated for a second, his coffee cup hovering about an inch from his mouth "I did yes, but I eventually grew out of it......Why?"
I shrugged "No reason."
"I'm going to be late again tonight, we need to go over some figures at work," Mike said just as he was going out through the door.
I frowned, great - another day and night spent on my own!
The day actually progressed faster than I imagined. I needed to know what was going on with Mike so I decided to do a little online research. And it didn't take long for me to find the answers I was seeking. Some of it made for horrifying reading. What Mike was doing to me was known as 'sleep sex'. Many of the sufferers I read about had been childhood sleepwalkers, sleep sex could be brought on by stress or major changes in the sufferer's life and they weren't aware of what they were doing. All this fitted, Mike was stressed out.
But then I started to read some of the stories - Wives being raped, one woman being throttled in her sleep by her partner as he had sex with her. Or being forced into sex acts that they would never have consented to. Most hadn't been able to stop their partners. I stopped reading and switched the computer off. But I had been able to stop Mike, both times. But was this what I was going to have to face? Maybe being raped or beaten up by a husband who didn't know what he was doing? I hadn't actually been unwilling, I'd let him do what he wanted to me until I'd shouted 'no'. What would happen if I just tried to stop him, not with words but with actions?
Guilt started to gnaw at me like a cancer, I should tell Mike what was happening! But how would I word it - various thoughts came through my head 'honey, I don't want to worry you but you're having sex with me while you are asleep!' or 'do you know you are suffering from a condition called 'sleep sex'? I shook my head, no I'd wait maybe this would stop on its own.
I needed something to do, out of the house! I looked around the garden, yes a good tidy up would take my mind off Mike and our little problem. Three hours later and I'd weeded and pruned the garden to within an inch of its life. I stood back, sweaty and aching but proud of my neat little garden.
I brushed the dirt off my jeans and t shirt, I needed a long hot soak.
The water was hot, foamy and fragrant.