Masturbation, a couch and an early homecoming by wifey [MF]

One night, my wife was having drinks with her work colleagues. I was home alone, and wanted to relax after a long day. I decided to have a shower.

All clean, I dried off and decided to stay naked for a while. It’s a hot night, I’m home alone, and I’m feeling horny. I hit the couch, laying on a towel, start up my favourite porn video on the phone and commence what I’m intending to be a long, thorough stoking session.

I’m lying there, engrossed in the scene of two non-*pornstarry* guys caressing this naked girl as she strokes their penises. I’m letting my fingers run up and down my shaft.

And then I hear a noise from the doorway. I jerk (haha yeah) around and see my wife, a drunken expression on her face, leaning against the doorway with a big smile.

“Hi Sweetie,” she says. “Whatcha doin’?”

Now, I have never masturbated in front of her before, and I’m frozen like a deer in headlights, hand wrapped around my penis and other hand holding a phone displaying a sensuous MFM.

I gingerly take my hand away. “Sorry,” I say without knowing what I’m apologising for.

“Don’t stop. Keep going. I want to see.”

What the hell, I think. I move my hand back to my penis, and she wanders over and sits down on the floor I’m front of me, cross legged, with her eyes level with my dick.

I am feeling very self conscious, vulnerable, and so horny I think I may explode. Lying naked with her head two feet away from my self pleasuring, I begin to stroke my penis, from the base of the shaft to the head. I get into a rhythm, and wifey watches me with lazerlike focus. She doesn’t touch me or herself, just watches me. I can feel my cock getting harder and harder. I tell her, “I’m going to come.”

“Good boy,” she says.

That’s all I can bear. My cock spasms and I come all over my hand and stomach. After twenty seconds of toe-curling sensation, I just lie there feeling slightly embarrassed.

“I – I guess I’ll go shower and get some clothes,” I say.

“No,” she says. “I like you lying there like that.” She reaches into her bag and pulls out a pack of tissues, and wipes away most of my cum. My penis has shrunk down to its non-erect size.

“What, you want me to just stay naked?”

“Yup,” she says. “And you’re going to masturbate for me again.”

“I can’t,” I said. “I’m done.”

“Sure. But you better be ready to go by the time I’ve finished making dinner. I need some entertainment while I eat.”

By the time we went to sleep that night, I’d come three times and she came twice, and we didn’t touch each other at all.

It was the start of a very open time in our relationship, and a time where our laundry volumes plummeted.

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