My Wife Doesn't Masturbate (3)

So now I have determined that after about eight years of marriage, my wife masturbates, even though she won't admit to it. It is quite erotic for me to know this and watch her as I did once. The reasons and background can be read in my first post entitled 'My Wife Doesn't Masturbate' and the sequels.

The challenge of getting Lotty to the point of masturbating isn't an easy one and isn't accomplished very often. She is definitely most receptive about a week before her period, so I have limited my scheming to about that time, although there have been several occasions when she has surprised me. This next story is one of those times.

We were on vacation with two other couples in Mazatlan, Mexico and shared a rental unit close to the beach. It was stilted with three dressing rooms and showers underneath...very nice and a wonderful place to take a vacation. Making love was a daily if not twice-a-day event during that week, so we both were more than satisfied most of the time.

The dressing rooms were separated by little more than cross-boarded partitions, open at the bottom 12' and top two feet. They were painted heavily so that there were no gaps...well, so many people thought. More than once, I was privy to our friends' wives' alluring bodies and shot my cum on the wall watching them.

It happened one day that Lotty was in the middle one, Frank and I in the other two. I heard Frank's wife go into his room and then some giggles. Wishing I was in Lotty's room to see the action was foremost on my mind, but how to get there was another story. I peeked through a small gap there was Lotty peeking through a gap in her wall watching Frank and Sarah, no doubt screwing each other.

Lotty had undressed to her panties and bra and was bent over looking through a gap about three feet from the floor. It was a beautiful sight...Lotty has a wonderful, full figure and lovely ass...5'6', 130 pounds, 36-28-36. It didn't require much time for her to slip her hand into her panties and start rubbing herself. The outline of her fingers was clearly visible from my angle because her panties were tight against her ass and crotch.

The lovemaking in the next room was fairly muffled but obvious and escalating, and so were Lotty's fingers. Her knees buckled a little several times and then her left hand went into her bra and she pulled out her right breast. Now she was bobbing up and down as the little tingles of an approaching orgasm came.

She slipped down on her knees which made the peephole very convenient and easily accessible. With her legs spread widely, she leaned her head against the partition, still caressing her breast and rubbing her pussy. Her hips were bucking against her hand by now and then her left hand plunged into her panties making her whole body shake and bob.

Meanwhile, I had pulled down my trunks and was busily stroking my erection, trying to hold off an orgasm which was becoming very difficult. Seems I could hardly touch myself. Then Lotty arched her back and pulled away from gap, jerking uncontrollably as her orgasm hit. Several thick streams of my cum shot out and ran down the partition in front of me. I had to hold my breath to keep from grunting loudly and by the appearance of my wife's reddened face, she was holding back as well.

The last clenches of my pleasure were subsiding, but Lotty was still twitching and jerking, hands still deep within her panties, obviously getting as much from her orgasm as possible. Then she leaned against the partition, hands still in her panties and breathed heavily...she was finally done. She took another look into the gap and satisfied they were also finished, stood up, stripped her panties off, spread her legs apart and looked at her pussy.

What a nice surprise for me, and now more schemes were whizzing around in my brain.