I pour myself a heavy glass of cabernet. Finally home after a long day, and I intended to enjoy my evening.
I was alone, for the first time in weeks. I love sex with my husband – hell, I ADORE it. We enjoy a frequent and kinky sex life, and I wouldn’t change anything about it. Sometimes, however, it’s nice to have some… alone time. There’s no pleasing anyone else, no time constraints, no obligation to be sexy or loud or move for anyone’s pleasure but my own. Masturbating has always been an unspoken thing between us. We know each other do it, but we never really talk about how or when it occurs.
I continued, running my fingers up and down my slick opening. I kept myself on the edge, stopping when I feared I would come before I was ready. I reach over for another sip of my wine to stop myself from cumming. A towel under my bum, I gyrated my hips against my hand, enjoying every minute of heart racing climb to my finish. As I backed my hand off to avoid orgasm, I click through my usual videos. Girl on girl (nothing I ever wanted to really try, but damn it’s hot to watch!), BDSM, female masturbation. I click an old favorite and reach my hand back to my aching clit.
I circle myself with painful slowness, aching to cum and if the mood strikes, start all over for round two. I pull my favorite dildo out and guide it to my entrance. Slowly, in rhythm with the two curvy, delicious women in the video, I start to pump.
Then I see, out of the corner of my eye…
“Jesus Christ, Jon! I had no idea you were coming home this early!” I say, not sure if I’m pissed or more turned on. He had not made a sound coming in the house, and I can see he has been standing there at least a few minutes, with a significant tent in his pants.
Damn, he does look sexy though. If I hadn’t already been taking care of business myself, I likely would have jumped his bones when got home. He just stands there, dark handsome eyes and hair, perfectly tailored suit, hands in his pockets. He looks… pissed? Intrigued? Turned on (this one is obvious, due to the state of his erection).
All of this happens in such a split second, I haven’t even had time to shut off my video or pull my dildo out. I am caught quite literally with my pants down, and by my own husband, who is supposed to be the man I share all of my sexuality with!
He slowly drags the chair from the corner of the room over to the corner of the bed near my feet. He looks decidedly intrigued, and is acting quite… assertive. This is quite unusual for him, since I’m normally the dominant in our sex life.
“Continue,” he says, with an equal amount of demand and compassion in his deep voice.
I lock eyes with him, not sure if this is a test or part of foreplay to what will most certainly be some pretty fiery hot sex.
I go to shut my laptop, with the complete intention of continuing to masturbate for him. “Oh no,” he says, grabbing my wrist. “Keep watching. I want you to touch yourself while you watch.” He sits back in the chair again, waiting patiently.
I hesitate just a second, and then reach for my wine. I take two long sips and then lean back into the bed again. I press play on my laptop and hear the aching passion of the two women I had been watching earlier. As soon as the audio is back, I see my husband’s erection jolt. That only turns me on more and I pinch my nipples as the two women in the video are playing with each other. I turn my attention more fully to the porn in front of me and mimic the actions with where and how I touch myself.
I hear a zipper and I look over to Jon. He can’t resist anymore and he frees his erection from his dress pants. As his cock springs into his hand, I cover my fingers in my wetness. I watch him slowly pump his member and a little drop of precum leaks from the head. Never in my life have I wanted to suck him off as much as I do right now. I climb toward him, wanting to fuck him so badly. He stops me with his free hand. He pushes me gently back to my reclined position on the bed, reaches down and takes some of my wetness from my pussy, and uses it as lube to slowly stroke his cock.
The sounds of my porn and the sight of Jon are almost too much. I feel myself getting close as I slowly circle my hard clit. My eyes roll back and I listen to Jon’s breathing and the audio of the porn in the background. The two women in the video are humping each other’s thighs with such passion and raw horniness, I fear I’m not going to make it much longer.