She Didn't Know I Was Watching

One of my biggest turn-ons is watching another woman masturbate. It's my go-to porn genre, and mutual masturbation is one of my favourite fantasies. At the risk of sounding like a letter to penthouse, little did I know that I would catch my wife (ex wife, actually) masturbating in bed beside me one night! This actually happened about 20 years ago. I remember waking up in the middle of the night...I'm not sure what it was that did it, it was just a sudden awareness of movement in bed. My eyes flickered open, and I realized that my wife, lying beside me on my left, was moving around. I was about to ask her what was wrong when something told me to hold my tongue. It was a hot night, and the top sheet was off. Her legs were up in the air, bent at the knees, and spread wide apart. Her right hand was between her legs...although I could see her hand moving, I could hear the thick, wet sounds as her fingers furiously rubbed her clit. She still had her t-shirt on, and I noticed her panties were dangling off her left foot. I could see very little...it was a dark night, and the dim glow from the night light kept her in almost perfect silhouette. Her breathing was ragged, and as her pace picked up her arm began to move in rhythmic motions, back and forth. The sound intensified, as did the heat she was generating. She was a larger woman, and she was sweating in the summer night. With the light so dim, my other senses began to compensate. The subtle tremors of her movement reverberated up through the mattress, I could hear the wet squelching as she manipulated her pussy, and I could detect the faintest perfume of her pussy mingled with lube and fresh sweat. My cock was fully engorged, throbbing, and I wanted to either roll over and plunge myself into her or start stroking myself beside her. However I didn't want this fantasy come true to the end, so I lay still and continued to pretend I was still asleep. It was all I could do to just control my breathing. Slowly...so slowly...I canted my head to the left so that I could get a better view of her while she silently masturbated. Her ministrations continued for several minutes, intensifying. She was trying to be quiet, but it seemed as if her passion was getting the best of her. As her pleasure increased, she began to draw hers knees down towards her chest, while keeping her legs spread as wide as she could without touching me. I knew from our lovemaking sessions that she liked to spread her legs like this because it would put pressure on her clit and helped her to come. I knew she wasn't far from climax...her breathing was ragged, and her hand was now moving furiously. Without warning, she held her breath while still masturbating the arched her back and neck. She grunted...quietly...held her position, the relaxed. Her orgasm had clearly been a strong one. Slowly, she stretched out on the bed, her right hand still between her legs. It looked like she was cupping her vulva. After a few moments, she drew her hand back and she gave her fingers an experimental sniff. She got out of bed and padded to the washroom, treating me to a view of her large round ass in the soft light of the night light. She entered the bathroom and closed the door, and I heard her begin to wash her hands. My cock was still rigid and my own passions were aflame. I took advantage of the opportunity...and took myself in hand. I knew it wouldn't take long to have my own orgasm, as my cock felt electric in my hand. After only a few strokes, I felt my orgasm approaching, pulled some tissues from the nightstand, and erupted a hot geyser. I had little time to bask in my own afterglow, as she switched the bathroom light off and came back to bed. I barely had time to hide the sopping tissues and my twitching cock as she came back into the bedroom, still naked from the waist down. She stopped for a moment to collect her panties from the floor where they had dropped when she came, dressed herself, and climbed back into bed. It was the first time I had ever seen her masturbate, but it would not be the last. I learned to become more vigilant and I would be rewarded several more times...but I'll save those stories for another time.