My wife goes solo
On 26 January 2014 I came home from two nights away. In bed that night, my wife stretched across and placed her hand on my chest. She rarely initiates sex, but I knew from the way she was touching me that she wanted it.
“I’ve been thinking about you while you’ve been away,” she said, and her hand travelled down to my stomach.
“Oh, have you?” I replied.
“Yes…” she hesitated for a moment, “I masterbated during the day yesterday. Twice.”
“Really,” I said, in genuine surprise, “Well, tell me all about it.”
“I was thinking about you while I was having a rest, and I got all excited.”
Her hand was on my cock now, outside my boxer shorts, and I had my arms around her waist, feeling the fleshy top of her ass.
“What did you do?”
“The first time I put my hand down my panties and started feeling myself.”
“Did you touch your clit?” I asked, stroking the sensitive skin on the round curve of her ass.
“Oh yes,” she replied, reaching into my boxer shorts, “I had my fingers all over my pussy”.
“What were you thinking about?” I asked her.
“Oh, just about you... kissing me, and stuff.” She was usually shy on this question.
“Did you come?”
I cupped her hairy pussy in one of my hands, massaging her mound with my palm, while she stroked my erect cock.
“Oh yes. I had a rest and then I got excited again just a bit later in the afternoon.”
“What did you do then?”
“I lay on my stomach with one hand underneath me, rubbing my clit.”
“Oh wow”. I was so excited by this time. Her light strokes up and down my shaft were nearly making me come. I slipped one of my fingers into her pussy. It was sloppy with her lubrication and made a lovely slurping sound as I worked my finger in and out.
“Did you put a finger in your pussy?” I asked.
“Yes,” she panted, all breathy with excitement, “I was so wet. I put a hand into my pussy to lube it up. Then I stuck my ass up, and I reached around and put a finger in my ass.”
“Did you really?”
“Yes,” she said meekly.
I closed my eyes and imagined the sight of it. My wife, laying in our marital bed, her pretty face straining into a pillow, her flat breasts pressed against the mattress, her thin waist rising to push against her busy hands, her wedding band pressed against one of her lovely white ass-cheeks while another glistening finger disappeared into her puckered light-pink anus, the other hand disappearing under her belly only to reappear against her hairy pussy. But what turned me on even more was imaging the smell of it -- my two favorite odours combined in one glorious package: my wife’s fragrant pussy-juice mixed with the pungent but sexy stink of her dirty ass-hole.
“I came almost straight away.”
“You are such a filthy slut,” I told her, fucking her with my finger and nudging at her ass-hole with my other hand.
She started panting.
“I can’t believe what a dirty whore you are while I’m away.”
“Oh!” she cried as she organsmed, this last degradation pushing her over the edge.
When she had finished I told her how glad I was that she’d shared her masterbatory adventures with me.
“I don’t think anything has ever turned me on so much,” I told her.
“I’ve been thinking about you while you’ve been away,” she said, and her hand travelled down to my stomach.
“Oh, have you?” I replied.
“Yes…” she hesitated for a moment, “I masterbated during the day yesterday. Twice.”
“Really,” I said, in genuine surprise, “Well, tell me all about it.”
“I was thinking about you while I was having a rest, and I got all excited.”
Her hand was on my cock now, outside my boxer shorts, and I had my arms around her waist, feeling the fleshy top of her ass.
“What did you do?”
“The first time I put my hand down my panties and started feeling myself.”
“Did you touch your clit?” I asked, stroking the sensitive skin on the round curve of her ass.
“Oh yes,” she replied, reaching into my boxer shorts, “I had my fingers all over my pussy”.
“What were you thinking about?” I asked her.
“Oh, just about you... kissing me, and stuff.” She was usually shy on this question.
“Did you come?”
I cupped her hairy pussy in one of my hands, massaging her mound with my palm, while she stroked my erect cock.
“Oh yes. I had a rest and then I got excited again just a bit later in the afternoon.”
“What did you do then?”
“I lay on my stomach with one hand underneath me, rubbing my clit.”
“Oh wow”. I was so excited by this time. Her light strokes up and down my shaft were nearly making me come. I slipped one of my fingers into her pussy. It was sloppy with her lubrication and made a lovely slurping sound as I worked my finger in and out.
“Did you put a finger in your pussy?” I asked.
“Yes,” she panted, all breathy with excitement, “I was so wet. I put a hand into my pussy to lube it up. Then I stuck my ass up, and I reached around and put a finger in my ass.”
“Did you really?”
“Yes,” she said meekly.
I closed my eyes and imagined the sight of it. My wife, laying in our marital bed, her pretty face straining into a pillow, her flat breasts pressed against the mattress, her thin waist rising to push against her busy hands, her wedding band pressed against one of her lovely white ass-cheeks while another glistening finger disappeared into her puckered light-pink anus, the other hand disappearing under her belly only to reappear against her hairy pussy. But what turned me on even more was imaging the smell of it -- my two favorite odours combined in one glorious package: my wife’s fragrant pussy-juice mixed with the pungent but sexy stink of her dirty ass-hole.
“I came almost straight away.”
“You are such a filthy slut,” I told her, fucking her with my finger and nudging at her ass-hole with my other hand.
She started panting.
“I can’t believe what a dirty whore you are while I’m away.”
“Oh!” she cried as she organsmed, this last degradation pushing her over the edge.
When she had finished I told her how glad I was that she’d shared her masterbatory adventures with me.
“I don’t think anything has ever turned me on so much,” I told her.
11 years ago