Last night, I took some melatonin and went to bed early. This morning, I woke up naked, a dull but pleasant soreness in my throbbing morning wood. Hm, that’s strange, I thought. I always sleep in a t-shirt and underwear.
I found my t-shirt on the floor, but my underwear were missing. I searched under the sheets quietly, but the gentle rustling soon woke my wife. She rolled over, purred a good morning and asked what I was looking for. I told her I woke up naked—and jokingly asked if she had something to do with it.
“Really? You don’t remember?” she asked with a spreading grin. She reached under her side of the covers, immediately found my underwear, and tossed them to me.
Apparently, she’d come to bed horny late last night and “woken” me with a blowjob. She knew I was dead tired and didn’t expect me to have the energy for anything more—but I ended up surprising her by throwing her on her back and pounding her until I creampied her pussy.
The sex was great, or so I’m told, since I don’t remember any of it. I’m feeling simultaneously proud and jealous—and vaguely gaslit, too! I do remember having sex dreams all night... so I guess all is not lost...