I woke up early so I could cook up a special breakfast. I've been wanting to do something nice for my husband Joe. Joe is a really great guy and sometimes I feel like I don't do enough for him. I want Joe to know that I love him and he is a very special part of my life. I don't know what I would do if he wasn't around. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry.

I decided the night before that I would surprise my husband with breakfast in bed. I would cook up a breakfast so good, that he would think it came from a restaurant! We've been married for fifteen years, we were both eighteen when we got married. Just out of high school and horny, as some people might say. Joe joined the service and we moved so we could live on the base. I got a job at a local teddy bear factory. I still work there, but only part time. Just something to keep me busy, since we don't have a family. Joe, he's out of the service now. He works for a company that deals with security issues. Stuff like store security, sports games, concerts, all that kind of stuff. A lot of the military guys get into jobs like that after they get out. Joe makes enough money now that I don't have to work, but I do it anyway. I've made a lot of friends at my job, many of them are like family to me.

It was Saturday and neither of us work on the weekends. Well, sometimes Joe does go into work on the weekends if they have to plan a special security detail for a big event. Usually stuff like that is dealt with way in advance though. I woke up at five o'clock and made sure that I didn't wake Joe. I didn't want him to know what I was up to. We eat breakfast at six o'clock on the dot every morning. Military men are like that, organization is the key to success Jim always says. I don't mind, I like getting up early and reading the newspaper. I then check my email and write back to anyone who wrote me during the night. My sister likes to send me these funny jokes before she goes to bed at night. I look forward to having a good laugh in the morning each day.

I whipped him up a breakfast that I knew he would love. I made sunny side up eggs, pancakes, and link sausages. Joe loves link sausages, he won't eat the patties. I don't know what the difference is, but I know there is a skin around the link sausages. I told Joe that skin is guts from a pig and he didn't care. Joe said it made the sausage taste better. I don't know about that, but I try not to think about guts while I eat them. I am more of a bacon person myself, but I never buy bacon. I'm the only one who will eat the stuff. By the time I could eat a whole pack of bacon, it would have spoiled and went bad. Joe also likes to have his eggs fried in butter. Butter was made for eggs, that's another one of his little sayings. I always make sure to get the fresh sweet cream unsalted butter when I'm at the store. The stuff with a purple cow on the package that always makes me laugh.

"It's time to get up honey," I said as I walked into the bedroom with Joe's breakfast on a tray.

"Five more minutes Nancy. Just five more minutes." Joe said as he rolled around in the bed.

"Wake up. I've made you breakfast in bed," I said standing next to the bed.

"Breakfast in bed?" Joe asked dazed.

"Wake up honey. It's your favorite breakfast," I said.

"Oh, why thank you." Joe said as he began to wake up from his sleepy daze.

Joe asked if I could hold onto the tray while he went to the bathroom, I said that I could. Joe came back and he laid down and I gave him the tray. Joe looked down at it and then smiled at me. I knew that he was happy to have his favorite breakfast.

"I'm going to go down and bring up my breakfast." I said as I left the room.

I went down to the kitchen and made myself a plate of breakfast food. I also poured myself a glass of milk to wash it all down. Some people like orange juice or coffee when they wake up, I like milk. I've actually only been drinking milk at breakfast for the past few months. My doctor says that I should start thinking about getting extra calcium. I'm not too old, but he said that I'm at that age where I should be concerned. He's probably right, I don't want to end up with brittle bones like the older women in my family.

I carried up my breakfast on the tray slowly up the steps, making sure that I didn't spill any of my milk. One time when Joe and I were younger I made him breakfast in bed and I spilled the food all over myself. That was something I'll never forget. That happened at this old place we used to live in. It had a steep black oak stair case that just begged you to fall down it. Who ever built that damn thing, must have done it in spite. I can't believe that people walked up stairs differently back in the old days.

I went back to the bedroom and carefully laid down in the bed. I looked over at Joe and he was as happy as could be. He leaned over to kiss me and I felt the grease from the sausage on his lips. I love the look that Joe had, his glow could have lit a pitch black cave.

"What did I do to deserve this?" Joe asked with a smirk.

"I just wanted let you know how much you mean to me," I said giving him a motherly smile.

"I'd kiss you, but my mouth is all dirty." Joe said as he chomped on one of his sausage links.

I didn't have the heart to tell him that he got my lips dirty when he kissed me. It wasn't a big deal, soon I too was going to have sausage grease on my lips. I know it might sound a little too mushy, but I loved the greasy kiss. It made me feel like he was enjoying his breakfast and was feeling love for me at the same time. I guess it's the same concept as the feeling you get when someone mentions that you done something right. Like when my boss tells me that I done a good job. Sometimes when you are married it's the little displays of affection that makes the difference. I know that Joe loves me, but I like to be reminded. Call me silly, but I need to feel special too.

"What time did you get up?" Joe asked as he looked over at the clock.

"I got up at five. A half hour early so I could make all of this stuff." I replied back.

Joe yawned a bit, like he was thinking what it would be like to get up at five o'clock. He went back to eating his breakfast and so did I. We finished our meal and then talked for a few minutes. I can't stand to have dirty dishes laying around, I took both of our trays and dishes down to the kitchen. I told Joe to stay in the bedroom, I wasn't done with him yet. He gave me a smile that told me he knew what I was up to. I'll admit, I was hoping that he would make love to me after feeding him a great breakfast. I think making love after a good breakfast in bed makes it even more special. It's like I showed Joe how much I love him and he shows it back to me. I say making love, because I think that's what it is. I liked to get fucked, don't think I don't. But, to me getting fucked means that I'm getting nailed out of pure lust. Just to make each other feel good. Love making is different, it's having sex on an emotional level. It's a way of saying you love someone and you are willing to share something special with them. Maybe I read too many romance novels, but that's how I feel about it.

I went back upstairs and I slithered into bed. I wasn't wearing anything sexy, I needed protection from splattering sausage grease. Though, I did feel pretty sexy. I put my hand on Joe's knee and just stared into his eyes. Jim looked full and happy, the love I look in a man. That's when you know that you've done something great for a man. Not only then, but after he shoots a giant load in my pussy. I know then he has that same look on his face. I wasn't sure what to say, if to say anything. I rubbed Joe's leg and I got a little reaction about of him. He was still laying with the blankets covering his legs, so I wasn't sure if his cock was hard or not. It didn't matter, I knew that soon it would be.

"That was a really great breakfast," Joe said as he rubbed his stomach.

"Not bad if I may say so myself," I replied back.

I know that morning isn't the most sexy time of the day. You have a bad smelling mouth since you haven't brushed your teeth yet. You're hair looks like a birds nest because you haven't done anything with it. But, I was still in the mood for sex. Joe knew this too. I wasn't in the mood for sex when I planned on making Joe a special breakfast before I went to bed. But now, I was ready to get some cock in me. I moved my hand a little more up Joe's leg and he stopped me. Joe gave me a naughty glance and took my hand off of his leg. I wasn't sure what he was up to, but I was hoping that he was in the mood for sex.

"Let's snuggle and talk for a few minutes. I need to let the food rest in my stomach," Joe said as he rolled on to his side.