Morning handjob

After my morning coffee, I went back to the bedroom and hubby was still asleep. I thought he would appreciate being woken up with a nice handjob. I slid my hand under the covers.

He did not yet have his morning hard-on. So I gently started to caress the soft skin of his penis with my fingers. It reacted to my soft touch immediately. Then I massaged his balls a little with my fingers leaving my thumb on his shaft. I rolled them around a couple of times in his sack. I moved my hand back up to his rapidly stiffen member. I love the power I exercise over it. It is like magic. I pulled down the covers with my other hand and watch his beautiful, circumcised cock become fully erect. A truly lovely sight!

I slowly stroked the entire length of his, now, hard love stick. He lay on his side and I curled up in next to him, stroking him with my right hand. My eyes drinking in the delicious sight of my hand going up and down his glorious shaft. As I lay there working that wonderful limb, I thought of all the women it had brought pleasure to, including myself, and how lucky I was that it was mine.

I now focused my attention on the head of his cock. Putting steady pressure around the ridge of the glans with my forefinger and thumb, I slid my little finger back around the shaft for some added pressure. My thumb started to rapidly caress the super soft skin of the tip, back and forth, over its opening. With my hand concentrated at the top, I could see the rest of his shaft exposed, almost begging for my other hand. But I decided to stroked the hair on his head instead.

Hubby moaned, 'Oh Jannika.' It was so beautiful the way he did it, that I sighed too. He was hardly awake.

I really wanted him to cum now. I whispered in his ear that, this morning, I had invited Ann and Anna over for dinner. His cock stiffened even more at the thought of the foursome we would have after dinner. I was now working the thick head of his penis furiously. I eased off a bit and saw that a drop of pre-cum had appeared. I massaged it, softly, around the tip with my thumb. Then stroked his entire shaft a few times, before focusing on the tip again.

Then, I reminded him that we were going to Stockholm on Sunday to meet Vikoria for two nights of romance. I knew that the thought of him pumping her tight little twenty-year old pussy and stroking her ass-length golden blond hair would really get him going. And I could feel his fat cock swell even more in my hand. I knew that the attention I had lavished on his manliness and this verbal teasing had him on the verge of cumming for me.

I wrapped my left arm around him while I kept on stroking his tip of his cock. Some more pre-cum appeared, which I used as lubricant with my thumb against the ridge of his glans. I lovingly rubbed my nose in his ear. I know he loves seeing my hand jerking his shaft, so I whispered in his ear to open his eyes. He did. We both, then, enjoyed the wonderful sight of my hand wrapped snuggly around the head of his cock, jerking away, the head popping up out of my hand.

I whisper in his ear 'cum for me, my love.' As if on cue, he moaned, and let his love juice fly. I held him tight in my left arm, pressed my cheek up against his, as we both watched me jerk him off. He moaned with delight as he pumped away, shooting his sperm all over in thick white strands. God, can he pump a load.

We lay there, content in the afterglow of his orgasm.

'Good morning, hubby' I whispered.