I was reading in bed and the wife was sleeping beside me. I recalled some sex sessions from my past while absent-mindedly manipulating my cock and got hard. I’ve always believed it’s a shame to waste an erection and decided to do something about it. I pulled down my bottoms, turned off the light, and got down to work.
I slowly stroked my hard cock under the covers, occasionally stopping to play with my balls, while reliving some prior sexual encounters in my mind. I got pre-cum happening and the stroking of my now throbbing dick spread the wetness over my meat. I’d feel the tingles of imminent ejaculation and stop jerking off, building up the size and pressure of my load. Then I’d start jacking again and get to another fever pitch.
I came out of my masurbatory reverie a bit and realized my wife was breathing heavily. I glanced over and saw that she’d opened her top and was tweaking her hugely erect right nipple with her left hand, while her right hand was busily working her cuntlips and clit beneath the covers. I pulled the covers down a bit, revealing our horny bodies to each other. I asked my wife if she wanted me to eat her out, but she said she wanted to play with herself in front of me. I watched excitedly, still wanking myself, while she sped up her fingering. Soon, she came hard, humping the hand clenched between her thighs, holding in her screams of ecstasy so as not to wake our young daughter.
It was too much for me. I knelt beside her on the mattress and expertly worked my cock and balls, going faster and faster as the wet noises from the lubricating pre-cum increased. Giving a slight groan, I blasted a huge, spurting load all over her belly and titties. Then I licked her torso clean and we went to sleep.
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