Through The Overhead Ceiling

An erotic masturbation story recounted by my wife. Written in 1st person - couldn’t find a better way to do it. 

It was one of life’s less pleasant times to experience but marital break ups happen and after a period of separation divorce was the chosen option. Unfortunately it left me in an unenviable position of having to find an affordable and available accommodation.  Fortunately my younger sister had a basement apartment for rent in her first home. It was a bungalow with a full basement and as it turned out the construction was far from sound proof.  Anyhow one makes the best of the situation one finds themselves in and although it was rather dark and sunless it was clean and home it would be. What I didn’t realize was the unexpected distraction that soon arose.  

My sister was seeing some guy from her work I didn’t really know him having only made acquaintance in passing but he was fit and good looking.  I hadn’t had any idea of how frequently they were together.  It was a Friday night after a long week’s work of stress and challenges and of course I was barely settled in but a quiet evening with a book seemed like a good idea and the right thing to do so I settled back in bed in p.j.s for a good read.  Not long after absorbing myself in the paperback I heard some less than muffled noises from my sister’s bedroom direct over head and much to my consternation and disbelief sure enough it was clearly evident my sister and her new friend were actively making out. I was somewhat appalled and maybe a tad disgusted and annoyed.  I could hear virtually everything and it didn’t take an active imagination to figure out exactly what was transpiring. I thought about thumping the wall or ceiling to let them know I was catching almost everything but then thought better of it. Soon the activity above increased and it became too distracting to read and I placed my book face down on the night table and resigned myself to the reality I was going to get an audio experience.   It was then I realized I hadn’t had sex since well before I’d split up and that was months before. The need, desire and want for physical contact just hadn’t been there but now, hearing my sister getting some, my mind and body reacted to the noises above and I almost unconsciously let my hand slip into my tank top to caress my breasts. It seemed the sensation was heightened and they have always been sensitive and  receptive to caresses and gentle massage. I could feel my nipples begin to stiffen under my own fingertips and was surprised at how quickly they perked up erect and sensitive and desiring stimulation. 

So I cupped them both and squeezed them together looking down my top to see them big and swollen and how pink and rigid my nipples were. It wasn’t long before I shifted down in the bed peeling my tank top off over my head to play with my bared tits while I could hear my sister and her lover getting it on right over my head. I ran my hands down my rib cage to the waist tie of my flannel sleep pants and undid the strings and I let my right hand delve inside underneath the waist band of my panties and rub my mound then let my P fingers trace down the juncture between the top of my thigh and spread my legs a little. To my surprise I was already feeling wet and was flushed and hot. Enough so to slide my pajama bottoms down and off and let my fingers delve inside my panties. 

I moved my left hand from my breast and rubbed the inside of my thighs with both hands and with my thumbs and fingers pressed and massaged my outer labia and found my buttocks tightening and my hips tilting upwards. It was so long since I had felt this and it felt too good to stop. I was as aroused as I had ever been. 

I could hear my sister moan above me and my own breath caught in my throat as I wanted to moan aloud, too and it must have been then that he penetrated her as she called out aloud for him to fuck her. My finger moved to slide between my inner labia and I was slippery wet and I arced my middle finger up inside me. It slid in so easily and felt so good to be penetrated. I thrust it in and out repeatedly and desired more. The palm of my hand pressed on my mound and I withdrew my finger from my hole to move my middle and fourth fingers onto my clit and begin to make slow circles to which I pressed my mound. 

Oh, God I thought here I am masturbating to the sounds of my sister being fucked and I could hear the squeak and motion of their bed above me and a sort of wet smacking sound of what had to be his groin smacking against her pussy and here I was rubbing mine. 

Although I couldn’t tell for sure there was a pause upstairs and I had the distinct impression they had repositioned and he was now banging her doggy. That was one of my preferred positions and I could picture her taking his cock deep thrusting into her hard and I was now rubbing my clit faster and had my legs spread wide, panties tossed to the floor and tugging my nipple with my free hand. I was so wet and so turned on and my breathing was getting faster and I could feel my face flush and the heat build up inside me. It was if both my sister and I were being fucked at the same time and I knew my bed spread was going to have a wet spot from my flowing juices. My fingers were flying now and I was lost in the building intensity and before I knew it I was arching and bucking and tilting my hips upwards as I came in one hard convulsion with a series of less intense following ones. They were almost screaming above me with grunts and ohs and yes baby.  I thought I was going to let loose an audible moan myself but managed to suppress it just barely and slid down the other side of my orgasm to a state of absolute bliss and exhaustion.  My fingers were wet with my pussy juice and I could feel I was engorged and soaking. I don’t know why because I had never done it before but I stuck them in my mouth and suckled on them tasting my own pussy until I stopped trembling and then waited a few minutes laying still until I felt it was safe to get up and venture to the washroom for a clean up and retrieve a clean pair of panties.  I slept like a baby that night having had a release I guess I had staved off for far too long. 

There were other nights and it became a sort of a retreat and something I looked forward to as an anticipated weekend event.  In fact it became almost a ritual habit. And then there was the dildo I mustered up the nerve to buy but that readers is another story only if you liked this one. 😉