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She was asleep when I went to bed. I slowly opened the bedroom door, and slipped into the room. I closed the door waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. In the inky blackness, I started to make out shapes. I heard her gentle breathing. A slow, rhythmic, sound; in and out, in and out. I made my way to my side of the bed and changed into my nightshirt. I heard her stir slightly and paused. I didn't want to wake her. As I slid between the sheets, I thought of how peaceful she sounded. As I settled in and found myself starting to drift off, I thought I heard something. I awoke enough to listen to the night sounds. There was nothing but silence. As I drifted off again, again I heard a soft noise. Her breathing had changed; from slow and rhythmic, to quicker and harsher. For a moment I considered waking her and finishing what I knew what was happening in her dream. She had been extremely sexual when we first met, but over the years, her libido has, shall we say, diminished. It had been several weeks since we had made love, and I was getting a little more than frustrated. I thought that maybe I could gently place my hand on her beautiful pussy as see what happened from there, but I took the better part of valor and decided to let her have her dream; maybe I would benefit from it later. I tried to ignore the sounds, but they pierced the quiet. I closed my eyes and tired to place myself in her dream. "It can't last too much longer" I thought. And then a different sound caught my ears. A soft, plastic "click". What the hell is she doing now? Then I remembered the bottle of lubricant she kept on her headboard. I lay there trying to blend into the night as I listened to the slick, wet sound of her finger ...

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