My Wife and I (Part 2)

In the first part of this story I described how I came to masturbate in front of my wife for the first time. Although I found it an amazing experience and my wife enjoyed watching, it didn’t actually result in any change to what we did together in bed. My masturbation sessions continued to be entirely solo. In 1980 we moved to a new house. Our youngest was about 18 months old and our older son was three. After our youngest was born my wife went off sex a bit. Maybe a hormonal change, or maybe just the pressure of two young kids. We still had sex, but not as often as we used to and it had become a bit routine. Not long after we moved I was was lounging in the bath one weekend morning with the door open. The bathroom was across the corridor from our bedroom, but it I looked round I could see into our room. I’d been dozing for about 10 minutes and was idly fondling a nice erection. I don’t know what made me look round, but I turned and looked into our bedroom. My wife was in bed were I’d left her and she was lying on her front. I could see her bottom rising and falling rhythmically under the duvet. The shock of it made me take a few seconds to take it in, but it was obvious she was masturbating. As I said in the first part of this story, I had never seen my wife masturbating and assumed she most likely didn’t do it. Being young, stupid and aroused, I slipped silently out of the bath, dried off the worst of the water and tiptoed into our bedroom. I was fantasising about sliding my cock into her pre-moistened pussy. I slipped my hand under the duvet and onto her bobbing bottom. Well, I didn’t get the reaction I was excepting! She was absolutely furious and obviously acutely embarrased. I can’t remember what she shouted at me, but it wasn’t nice. I’d made a really stupid mistake. A couple of weeks went by and the incident seemed to be forgotten. That evening she was in the mood for sex, so once we were properly started I risked raising the subject of her masturbating. I apologised once again for what I’d done, but said it would really turn me on if I could watch her doing it. I tried telling her that masturbation was a beautiful thing and absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. That it is a perfectly normal and natural to want to do it. I told her that I masturbated from time-to-time, really enjoyed doing it, and wasn’t ashamed to admit it to her. It didn’t work. Now that I knew she masturbated I was desperate with longing to be able to watch. So every now and then I would raise the subject again. She kept refusing, until one night she shouted at me to shut up. She stared straight at me and then suddenly said right okay, if that’s what I’ve got to do to shut you up then I’ll do it! I could hardly believe it. She took her nightdress off, threw back the duvet and turned over onto her front. She put her left hand down between her legs and started to work on her clit. I knelt beside her on the bed and just watched. After about a minute a look came over her face and she moaned quietly. She was smiling and her upper lip was pulled back slightly to show her teeth. I watched a little longer until it was obvious she was starting to get there. Her bottom was raising up and down rhythmically as I’d seen that day from the bathroom. But this time it was naked and right in front of me. My cock was rock hard, I reached under and started to fondle her right breast. She gasped out loud with pleasure. I stroked her bottom and then put my hand between her legs. She gasped out even louder, so I slide my hand further down and gently slid a finger into her vagina. It was absolutely sopping wet, so took my hand away so she could get on with it unhindered. I started to masturbate right next to her. When I brushed my cock over her bottom she gasped out again in total pleasure. Although I’d never seen her masturbate before, I’d made her cum countless times, and I could tell she was getting close. I concentrated on pumping my cock so I could be ready to cum when she did. And then she did! She cried out with the ecstasy of it; more loudly than she’d ever done before. I exploded simultaneously all over her bottom, overshooting with one spasm onto the sheet. We both laid back on the bed and looked at each other. She was grinning all over her face and we just burst out laughing! It had taken nine years for us to finally break the ice and masturbate together. And what a joy it turned out to be! It totally reinvigorated our sex life. We got back to having sex regularly and it was great sex too. We masturbated every time we did it, sometimes as part of our foreplay and sometimes just watching and touching each other. My wife told that she had started to masturbate when she was 14 years old. That she had done it regularly all through her teens and had continued to do it occasionally after she met me. She told me she always felt she needed to keep it private and would have been far too embarrassed to tell me about it. When I was away on business trips and masturbating in my hotel bedroom at night, she was at home in our bed doing the same! Well, we are still masturbating together today. Discovering the joy of it somehow made us lose any remaining sexual inhibitions we had. Our sex life became much more graphic and much ruder. We started doing some really naughty things we wouldn’t have dreamed of doing before. I will tell you about them in the next part of this story.