An old-fashioned spanking finally got my prudish wife to overcome her shyness about masturbating.
This story is about my wife, whom I'm call Jen.
Like many women, my wife can't cum from intercourse. She's also past 50 and grew up with a backward, negative attitude to sex. Having sex with her has been a struggle for me during more than a decade of marriage. I have begged her to masturbate for me to no avail.
Last night started as usual, me begging her to touch herself so I can understand what she likes, her basically calling me a pervert for wanting that. So I tried the one thing I thought that could soften Jen up. You see, although she will never admit it, my wife enjoys being spanked. Being old-fashioned as she is, she accepts the idea of corporal punishment as a way of cleansing sin. It pushes a secret button with her.
So, after more than an hour in bed of failed foreplay from me and Jen's complaints about my 'perverted' attempts to arouse her, I decided to go for it. Without a word, I rolled Jen onto her stomach in bed, reached down and began spanking her, back and forth from one cheek to the other. So here is my harpie, proud, frigid wife getting her bottom warmed good and proper, and not only is she not making a sound in protest, after two or three minutes, I begin to feel her hand sliding under herself to her mound and moving up and down.
Amazed, I stopped the spanking. That's when she rolled slightly to reveal her belly and said, 'Look, can you see my fingers on the front of my pussy? When you spank me, my bottom moves and makes my fingers pull on my pussy.'
I had never heard my prim and proper wife use the word 'pussy' in a dozen years of marriage, let alone jilling off in front of me.
As I was absorbing all this, she rolled back onto her stomach, two fingers still pressed firmly down on her mound, one on either side of her slit, and said simply, 'Spank me.' So I started up again, first one cheek and then the other. The sound of her bottom slaps seemed very loud, because Jen was being quiet and now moving her busy hand quite hard on her mound, grinding on her two fingers as her bottom bounced up and down. Then my proud wife asked my permission to cum! Needless to say, my cock was dripping with excitement during all this.
'This feels so good,' she said. 'Is it okay that I'm taking so long? Do you mind if I cum?'
Naturally, I replied that 'You go ahead. Let yourself go. Let yourself cum.' And soon, she let out a tortured grunt as if the orgasm was being ripped from her against all her will, and she collapsed, her fingers still clenched on her puss.
I think this will become a regular thing with us. I believe I have finally broken into the vault where my wife had sealed away her animal lust. In just one night, Jen not only asked for a spanking and talked dirty, she masturbated to orgasm and even showed me how she was doing it. What a breakthrough.