“Oh god, that’s so hard; it feels so delicious. Come on, let me suck your cock while I finger my slit and make my cunt all wet for you.”
What the fuck! I’d been gone only fifteen minutes.
I’d kissed Jane, my sexy wife goodbye, gazing at her half-naked body. I had lingered, watching her perfect breasts rise and fall with her steady breathing. I wished I could stay and play, but no, I knew I had to go.
I wondered as I walked away how we’d got to this stage.
Years earlier, I had tried to coax her into trying different things, be more adventurous in our sex life. But even simple requests, like dressing in sexy lingerie, was off the menu. So, how the fuck was I ever going to explain my real needs, my true desires? Like filming us having sex or taking risky photos if she went shopping without knickers. Or having sex with other people, watching her as she was fucked hard, or simply allowing me to watch as she fingered herself and rubbed her clit to climax.
No, all those thoughts were put aside and buried a long time ago. I once bought her a vibrator as a surprise, hoping she’d try it and we could spice things up. Oh, yeah? That stayed in its box on top of a cupboard, gathering dust.
Everything else in our life was great. We loved each other and I would never leave her. I just put up with a mundane sex life, convincing myself this was the norm for a lot of people.
Still, I wondered how we got to this stage?
Ah, back to where I was…
I had to pop back home because I’d forgotten my wallet. As I walked round to the back door, I heard her voice drifting out from the slightly open bedroom window.
“I’m getting wet just feeling your cock in my mouth. Hmm… my clit is loving me rubbing it and… oh yes, oh yes, I’m going to cum… argh, god that’s good, so fucking good. I’m cumming… come on, fuck my mouth. I want to feel it as I… argh, yes, oh yes … argh!”
I was stunned, shocked. What the hell was going on? I crept to the window and peered in. It was dark outside, the bedside light was on and so I knew she couldn’t see me. Enough of the curtain was pulled aside to allow me a clear view.
Jane was sitting on top of the duvet, propped up by pillows. She’d put a hand between her legs, fingers in her slit, and she was rubbing at the deep cleft her cunt lips made in her tight panties. Her thighs were opening and closing, trapping and releasing her frantic fingers. No doubt about it, she was obviously in the midst of a huge climax. Her cries were muted but only because her mouth was crammed full. She held a life-like dildo by its balls and bobbed her head up and down it’s shaft as she came.
Fuck oh fuck, how was this possible? Where did she keep her toy? When did she start to do this? So many questions, but right now I was rooted to the spot watching this incredible sight. I knew two things: my cock was rigid and, finally, I was watching my wife playing, something I’d always dreamed about. There was no way I was moving.
She removed the dildo from her mouth as she came down from her orgasm.
“Oh you naughty boy,” she said, “my cunt’s all wet now. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard, fuck me till I cum again. Come on, shove that hard cock right up me.”
She wriggled out of her knickers, pulling them free from the soft lips either side of her slit and layback spreading her legs. She started running the cock head up and down her smooth slit lips, suddenly stopping and wiggling it in a bit so it was engaged in her cunt entrance.
“Push it in, fuck me.,” she said. “I can’t wait any longer, I want to feel it all. Now!”