It was just another Wednesday evening. Dinner was done and the wine was out. I was lying propped against one of the three couches, in shorts and a t-shirt, watching a ‘you can afford not to pay attention’ film while my wife, excuse me my hot wife, was grabbing a shower.
Just as I was pouring another glass, I heard her walk in and sit on the couch above me. Her legs were either side of my head and she smelled so delightful. I poured her a glass of wine, turned and handed to her as she relaxed in a sumptuous white towelling robe.
We chatted about the day but I was getting distracted by her scent and visions of her in the shower, soaping her body. I knew she found it an erotic experience and we had had great sex in every shower we could find.
As the TV faded into the distance, my focus was on her and the throb beginning to grow in my cock. I let my spare hand slide down over the front of my shorts and just rub my hardness surreptitiously as we chatted about the mundane.
As I got more turned on, my touching became more obvious and I really wanted to touch myself. I undid my leather belt and button and pushed the zip down. As I opened the front of my shorts and slipped my hand in I heard a quiet sigh behind me.
With my hand on my cock, I knew she would be watching. We liked to watch each other masturbate and would often do it together. I was waiting for her to start touching herself but I refused to turn round.
As I ran my thumb over my juicy head, I felt her shift and heard a rustle high up. Her breasts and nipples were very sensitive and when she moaned I knew her hand was inside her robe.
Her legs had started to move and I could feel her tensing her thighs as she played with her nipples. I lifted my bum and pushed my shorts down to my ankles, raised my knees and let them fall apart as I started to slowly stroke my aching cock.
That was the signal for her to lift her left foot on to the couch. I heard her undo her robe so she could rub her pussy. Her moans and breathing changed as she started to play with her clit. She was wet. I could hear those tell-tale sounds as she slipped a finger in and out of her beautiful, shaved pussy. It was simply beautiful.