I sat back down and took my semi erect cock in my hand, not too sure where this was going, keeping an eye out for exactly what my wife was doing. Waiting for some kind of wrath to be unleashed. But it didn’t come. She slowly moved up beside my chair, her eyes locked on to the gay porn on screen. One hand was still rubbing a breast through her dress, the other had now lifted up her maxi dress and was now making its way into her pants. My mind had completely flipped from the hard cocks on screen to the sight of my wife now mastirbating. Once she was standing beside me, I could smell she’d been drinking; one of the few ways she can really drop her guard and often gets very horny.
I started tugging at my cock again, alternating between watching porn and watching my wife’s motions. The hand she had down her pants was working harder and harder with each stroke, as if her inhibitions were lowering exponentially as she rubbed her clit. Eventually she looked down at my cock, not making eye contact with me but just locked onto my hand stroking my shaft. With pride I pushed my cock a little harder, making sure a good amount of length was being presented to her for viewing with each stroke. Imagining her lusting after my dick. That it was my cock she was fantasising about having inside her, filling her up.