My Wife Masturbating

Early on in our relationship, my wife and I were sorting out what each of us prefers and why. She told me that as a feminist expression she had gotten into clitoral self-stimulation, rarely went more than a few days without doing it, and always enjoyed it. We decided that we would begin our love-making with my going down on her. I find every aspect of her vagina – taste, scent, touch, lightly trimmed pubic hair – really appealing. I particularly like sucking on her clit with a variety of motions and pressures. The mixture of sucking, massaging, and pushing brings her to an orgasm, and I love feeling her pc muscles start to pulse as she gets ready to come. When she comes she sits up, arches her back, or almost leaps out of her skin. Then it’s my turn. I have always enjoyed being kegeled and she has become an expert. I love to have my cock quietly inside her and feel her squeeze and I’ve developed my control so as to be able to enjoy every squeeze. She has a whole variety of different motions, for example moving up the shaft and then giving my cockhead a squeeze. Or sometimes she’ll squeeze and hold it for a long time and then release and the sensation when she releases her muscles – a reverse squeeze – is also great. Sometimes I count the squeezes and she’s given me 100 or more. When she’s squeezing, I’ll sometimes listen to the rhythm of her breathing and then squeezing (inhale – squeeze – exhale). Sometimes I’ll recite mantras about how she’s captured my cock and made it hers, about how my cock loves her, about how her squeezes have given my cock the nice upturned shape it has, about how I’d love to have her name tattooed on my cock. She also has a slight smile, an expression of satisfaction and power in knowing that I find what she does so exciting and that it engages my emotions so completely. Finally, when she’s stopped squeezing, I cum. I occasionally go on short business trips. Sometimes I would masturbate thinking of her, but I never bothered to ask if she did too. Once I was away for two weeks on a holiday with one of our kids, my longest absence since we were married. Sharing a room with a young boy made it impossible for me to have enough privacy. By the end of the trip I was very horny. I called her the day I was returning and asked if she was as horny as me. She laughed and said definitely not. Most nights she would masturbate before going to sleep. The image of my wife stroking her lovely clit and then having one of her powerful orgasms was immediately etched into my brain. I envied her because she had been able to satisfy herself when I couldn’t. And I wished I could have watched her. But the strongest feeling I had was a new and higher level of respect and love for my wife’s powerful sexuality and how it could not be denied. My wife is a masturbator (or maybe masturbatrix or masturbatrice) and I’m delighted and proud that she is.