One night about six months ago, my wife and her younger sister went out clubbing. My wife's sister is pretty enough for 31, but I always got the impression she was very quiet and conservative. In fact, in all the time I have known her, she has only ever dated one guy. I was asleep when they got home at 2.30am, but they woke me up. I could hear talking and giggling down stairs. I heard her sister come up the stairs and then heard the guest room door shut.
My wife and I have been sleeping in separate beds for two years-our marriage is that bad. I quickly fell asleep but was woken a short time later. The faint glow from my watch said 3.15. I thought I heard a noise from outside-we had several cars in our street that had been broken into and my wife's sisters car was parked outside. So I got out of bed to investigate. Down the stairs, I was suprised to see there was still a light on in the tv room. Not a bright light, but enough to give off a soft glow, rather than an inky blackness.
Downstairs, I walked past the tv room, expecting to see my wife's sister asleep on the sleeper couch. What I didn't expect to see was her sitting up on the bed with her knees pulled up. She was still dressed, apart from her feet which were bare. Her skirt was bunched around her waist. Her right hand was making small movements between her legs, but I couldn't see much more than that. Then everything seemed to go way too fast. Her one knee dropped, giving me a full view of her dark hairy snatch.
Then I saw that she was holding a hairbrush and was using the handle like a dildo. I only got to see this for about 10 seconds or so
before her eyes snapped open to see me standing there. She went bright red and there was a mad scramble to get under the duvet. I muttered some apology and went back upstairs, where I jerked off furiously. By the time I got up next morning, she had gone. She
avoided me totally for about a month after that, and to this day won't look me in the eye. I saw her hairbrush in her bathroom about two months back. It has a clear plastic handle which is about as fat as my big toe in the middle, but tapers to thumb thickness at the end.
I really get off thinking about where it has been. That time has been a source of infinite fantasies for me. In one, I watch her for a long
time and she never realises I'm there. In another, she sees me, but doesn't stop. Eventually we are both doing it and watching each other.
I also think about her doing it every night with different objects. May sound strange, but I like it, and I guess it doesn't hurt anyone.