Sunday morning, my husband went outside to smoke a blunt, and watch the sunrise. He’s been an early riser for years, whereas I’m somebody who generally prefers to sleep in, when I get the chance. Sunday though, I waited a couple of minutes and got up out of bed myself. I put my hair up in a quick ponytail, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top before I brushed my teeth and went to join him on the porch.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asked as I closed our front door quietly behind me, I didn’t answer him. Instead, I took the blunt from him, and inhaled deeply before handing it back to him, and exhaling the smoke against his neck before I turned my head, and bit lightly at his ear.

Remaining wordless, I slid my hand down the front of his sweatpants, running my fingers along his shaft before I dropped to my knees in front of him, the railing of our porch and plants mostly shielding me from street view, and tugged the waistband of his pants down, freeing his quickly hardening cock.

Not being a man to question his good fortune, my husband took another drag off of his blunt, then cursed as I made him cough on exhale by leaning in and running my head just underneath the head of his cock. I laughed, and reached up to run my hands over his chest as I began to suck his cock more intently.

I brought my husband to the edge of climax in my mouth, and stopped just as I felt him beginning to really throb. It earned me another curse from him, and I raised myself up slightly to bite the skin of his right hip, my lips smiling against his skin. He yelped in pain, then smacked the side of my head once, grasping my ponytail and directing me back down toward his cock.

I was slow as I sucked him again. I focused my eyes on the lit end of his blunt so that as he neared the end of it, I was bringing him closer and closer to climax once again. My pace had quickened, and I moved my hands to squeeze his balls with each stroke of my mouth over him. Finally, his hand returned to the back of my head, and he held me down once more as he came in my mouth. I swallowed around him, massaging my hands up his thighs.

When he was finished, I sat back on my knees. It was a bit brighter in the morning light, that slightly bluish phase so I could see him looking down at me as he panted, and recovered. I stood up, kissing my husband passionately and wrapping my arms around his neck to pull myself against him. He held me there a few seconds afterward, our foreheads pressed into each other.

“I love you.” I whispered quietly, leaning in and pressing another kiss to his lips.

“I love you too.” He returned, his hands moving down to squeeze my ass.

“Happy Father’s Day, Baby.” I said before wiggling myself out of his grasp, and heading back inside to nap some more. He told me later that while I was on my knees, an elderly man had walked by. It turned me on that he had maintained his composure and simply not told me, despite the fact that the man really couldn’t have seen anything from where I was.