Wife Loves to Watch

by David (Bradenton, FL)

Dave knew the firm was looking to have Marge model for them, and he wasn't happy because he'd wind up losing a great assistant and, of course, someone he really felt comfortable working with and who had responded well to his training. Watching her walk around the office was also a side benefit he had come to appreciate.

Besides her legs, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her backside, always beckoning inside her tight dresses, just enough so he could see her panty line … He felt himself stirring a bit ….

The day was dragging along, with very few phone calls, and Dave was working on one of the spreadsheets for the previous quarter’s sales. Things were in pretty good shape, but there were signs of slippage in catalog sales, what with the tight economy and the internet.

As he was finishing the review, his mind drifted off to things at home. He and his wife had been married now for more than 30 years and had been through a lot together. The last five or so years, their sex life had all but evaporated, especially since she had entered menopause.

She was no longer the least bit interested in anything to do with sex, leaving him high and dry. His sex drive was as strong as ever, and he longed for an outlet for his desires.

He spent frequent nights at the computer scanning the internet for sex videos … and enjoyed masturbating while watching them. Dave was no stranger to pornography and used it frequently to satisfy his cravings.

When alone, he would head for the bathroom, pick up a tube of Vaseline, and remove his shorts, plopping down on the chair in front of the computer. He wished secretly to find someone, perhaps in a massage parlor or online or wherever, who would enjoy sharing his strongest fantasies. He desperately needed relief.

And it didn’t take much to get him going. The latest round of TV commercials featuring sexy women would frequently light his spark —just a quick take of a girl’s ass would beckon his libido.

He strained to see nipples in blouses and … Sexual innuendo was always out there, taunting him. He couldn’t wait to be alone with himself. He thought back to his first wife and their sex sessions …

He recalled one night in their living room, the kids were in bed up in their rooms and they were watching a sex tape he had rented. … It was a lesbian scene—his wife loved watching women together and wasn’t shy about it ….

She had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing her silky pullover, showing her erect nipples … She apparently was fooling around in the shower… Masturbating was part of her day …

“Look at that, Dave,” Cheryl said as she sat down opposite him. “The blonde has beautiful breasts, and those nipples, how stiff they are… God, it’s hot,” she panted.

She was rubbing herself slowly through her shorts. That was all he needed to get with it. He felt himself immediately stiffen and let his hand caress the mound developing under his pants.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He was sitting directly opposite his wife, and he inched himself down a bit in the chair, spreading his legs while unzipping his pants. Cheryl had slipped her right hand under her panties, anxious to feel herself.

She enjoyed masturbating and constantly wanted her husband to describe his escapades and sexual thoughts and fantasies.

This was heaven for Dave, as he watched Cheryl tug at her clit under the silk underwear. “Dave, c’mon, take it out; I want to see your cock in your hand; it makes me fucking hot.

Please rub it, please … Go get some Vaseline; I love when you smear it on.” Cheryl had her hand under the nightrobe and was tweaking her nipple while she rubbed herself.

“God, I am wet… fuck, I love this. Look at those two … Using a dildo, I would love to do that … Can’t we arrange it somehow … so hot … What about Gina next door? She’s a sexy one, always talking about sex; she would do it… I’d love it. Be honest, you would too; you could be stroking while we were fucking … It’s so great … We have to try it…yes?”

Dave was in a trance; his cock was rock hard and now completely out. He had pulled his shorts down to his knees and was masturbating while he watched his wife across the room and the two girls on the TV.

Cheryl got up, pulled her panties off, and kneeled on the floor in front of our mirror so she could see herself—her tits dangling, nipples erect, and her hand rubbing furiously between her legs—and, at the same time, watching her husband stroke his swollen cock. This made her insane with pleasure.

“I want to come like this, Dave; I want to come hard watching you shoot, but I don’t want to stop; it feels so good… Let’s keep masturbating as long as we can to keep this incredible sex high going. My pussy is so fucking wet.”