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 It's about 9:15 am on a Saturday, and the baby is stirring next to me. 
Time to wake up.

   I stretch and yawn and call out, "Jiiii-iiim!" I hear him get up from in
front of his computer in the next room and he appears at the door.  "Come
love me up," I grin at him, sleepily.

   He slips under the covers behind me, spooning, as our 15-month-old takes
her last few suckles of "wake-up nursies" and then slides herself out of
bed and begins busily pattering about the room, ready to start the day.

   I wiggle my hips backwards against Jim's groin and notice the telltale
hardness against my ass.  Softly moaning, I pull my hair aside and offer my
neck to him, which he nuzzles and kisses, reaching around to cup my breast
with his free hand.  He slowly moves it downwards along my side, tickling
ever so slightly, running it over my hip and down back around my thigh
between my legs, pulling up my cotton nightie to do so.  I automatically
open my legs, hooking the upper one backwards over him, as he slides first
one and then two long, strong fingers into my pussy.

   We both groan at the heat and wetness he finds there, and I push my hips
back farther against him, inviting him to probe more deeply into me.  The
baby has pattered out to the family room and kitchen, to investigate the
potential for trouble, when I am surprised to feel Jim slip down the
waistband of his lightweight cotton-knit pants, releasing his erection to
rub unhindered against my ass.

   He is usually so subdued, and I'm wondering if perhaps the naked
pictures I've been taking of myself and emailing to him at work have been
having an effect.  Can I really have been getting the message across that
I'm more than just the mother of his children and keeper of his home?  That
I am a woman, and I have the appetite and desires of a woman, and as such,
I have been feeling neglected for far too long?

   As he thrusts his hard, eager cock between my legs and draws it back
against my slit, my doubts ebb away and I understand that this is about him
and me -- man and woman -- and the pleasures we have to offer one another.

   Without a word, he pulls away and flips me onto my back.  I am beaming
like a complete idiot, thrilled by his aggressiveness, and I open myself
wide to welcome him in.  It takes a few awkward pokes before he's
positioned right at the opening of my pussy, and as I'm not very wet yet,
he has to take a few preliminary strokes before he can truly slide deep
into me.  I love the feeling of those first pre-entry strokes, though. 
They remind me of losing my virginity and the thrill of feeling my first
hard cock bury itself balls-deep in my eager cunt.

   With half an ear tuned to the baby's activities out in the family room,
Jim begins thrusting into me in earnest.  I arch up to him, wrap my legs
around his hips, and match his every move.

   He has left his t-shirt on and it hangs in my face.  One of the things
that turns me on most when we make love is the warmth and texture and smell
of his skin, so I deftly reach around him and pull the shirt off towards me
and over his head.  He refuses to lift his hands up, though, and pulls the
shirt taut across my chest, effectively pinning me down to the bed
underneath him.  My eyes widen and I squeal softly with delight and grin my
enthusiasm for this new game he's playing.

   His thrusts into me continue, and I can feel my pussy getting slicker
and wetter with every plunge he takes into my well.  My clit is swelling
and my responses are beginning to overtake me.  I hear the baby's feet
pattering towards the bedroom, and inwardly groan, knowing that
ever-so-modest Jim will surely be pulling out any second now.

   It's been a bone of contention between us, just what's OK and what's not
in front of a pre-verbal child.  I have always felt very comfortable being
naked and fairly sexual in front of our kids, whereas he is always *much*
more restrained, holding back even in the kind of kissing he's willing to
engage in in their presence.

   So I wait for it, relishing each stroke, expecting it to be the last...
but he keeps on.  I begin to think that maybe he's *not* going to stop, and
in hopes that this is the case, I reach down for the sheet and try to toss
it over our joined hips, to cover the most incriminating parts.

   Sure enough, the baby toddles on into the room and Jim keeps right on
pumping away at me.  I am thrilled to my very core, and strain upwards to
kiss his neck, to nibble, and taste him.  He buries his face in my hair and
keeps pumping away at me.  I am enjoying his actions and my own response so
much, mouthing the air below him, longing for a bit of skin to come within
my reach.  And there appears the baby, who decides that it *must* be her
FINGER that I want stuck in my mouth, which is why I must be looking so
funny.  I giggle to myself, and say, "Yes, thank you, baby.  That is your
finger!" and pull Jim in harder with my legs.

   As the baby begins climbing our heads and slapping on them like tom-tom
drums, I let loose with a half-laugh/half-moan.  The scene seems so very
unlikely -- something you'd never see on TV or in a movie, or even read
about.  Fucking with a baby in the room, and even in the same bed -- so
taboo -- but you *know* it must happen all the time.  This is a first, for
us, though, and I am so proud of Jim's spontaneity and lack of inhibition.
It turns me on even more, and helps counteract the sheer unsexiness of
having a baby frolicking around us.

   I'm sure he's considered the risk he's taking of getting me pregnant,
too.  We use a diaphragm for birth control, which doesn't allow for
spontaneous moments like this to be followed through to climax.  We don't
want any more kids -- so his willingness to toss caution aside like this
even for a moment bespeaks an unprecedented abandon on his part. 
Withdrawal is such a risky method...

   But withdraw he does.  I whimper with disappointment as he leaves me
empty and aching for him, but can't hide my overall pleasure at the
encounter.  I have been *longing* for a wake-up fuck for as long as I can
remember.

   "Thank you *so* much, Jim!" I tell him, kissing him energetically. 
"What a wonderful way to wake up!  I absolutely *loved* that!!"

   "Oh, did you?" he asks, slyly.  "That's just a taste of what's in store
for you tonight."
   And I can hardly wait!