Tit For Freaking Tat

     I am in my 40's now and couple of years ago my doctor recommended I begin administering deep testicle messages to myself every couple of weeks.  Sometimes my wife assists me, but usually I message my testicles and sac myself with coconut oil.  Usually I massage late at night in bed.  I strip naked, oil up, and tug and pull and rub my smooth-saved testicles out.  My wife is typically asleep during these escapades as she goes to bed a couple hours earlier than me because she works online in the mornings and gets up at 3 AM.  She is fine with me massaging next to her as long as I don't intentionally wake her up.

     Needless to say, most of the time my message sessions arouse me to the point that they end up turning into midnight jack off sessions in which I cum, clean up, and sink into a satisfied sleep. 

    Now it's rare, but every once in awhile my wife will stir awake and watch me, or lend a hand, or she will just mount me for intercourse.

    This is one of those rare occurrences that happened last year right around the start of COVID.  

    I had just finished messaging my balls for 20 minutes and had just transitioned to stroking my erect penis, when I sense my wife gently stirring in the dark.  She's 10 years younger than me and is probably at her sexual peak as far as interest goes.  Now, I try to be as silent as I can when I do this but it is impossible to stop all the slick sounds of my stroking.

   My wife reaches over and flicks on the lamp on her bedside table.  Her eyes squint a little adjusting to the light--she looks a little groggy but not upset.

   I pause in my masturbating.  

   "Aw--don't stop," she mock whines, so I stark back up my slow stroking.

   She sits up and then moves her face so her chin rests on my naked thigh and just dreamily watches me minister to my oily, erect, dick.  After watching intently for a couple minutes, she reaches over and grips my hard penis.  I put my own hand down and let her take over.

   "Slow," I moan.  "I want it slow."

   "Like this?" she coos and tightens her grip and strokes her hand from the top of my swollen glans down the entirety of my shaft.

   I just moan.  

   She repeats this slow, tight stoke upon me, over and over and over up and down my penis.  My brain sloshes around in my skull in rhythm to the waves of pleasure my wife's hand is sending pulsating through my penis, and my soothed testicles begin to draw up my scrotum and tighten.

   My wife sees this and whispers, "Uh-oh.  I know what that means."  But she keeps her stroking steady and slow...

   I feel lost in world of mist.  I can feel my semen rise within me, slowly teeming to the top of my fleshy and slick slit-eye of my penis.  

   I moan loudly and begin to slowly ejaculate.  My wife keeps up her slow stroking as my semen slips over her fingers, lava-like.  Her face is so close to my penis, she leans in and licks a little of my jizz from her knuckle.  "Mmmm--" she moans and swallows the little raindrop of my essence.  

   My wife slowly jacks me until my penis stops pumping out semen.  She finally releases my dick and splays her fingers with my white cum sticking to them like webbing.  She leans back to her night stand and gets herself a tissue.  She tosses me one too.

   As we both wipe down I ask, "Would you like me to return the favor?"

   "Hells yes," she says while simultaneously raising her bent legs off the bed to thumb her panties off at the hips.  She tugs off her T-shirt and lies completely naked in seconds.  We make out and press our naked bodies together for a few minutes.  I feel my deflating penis gently weep on her inner thigh.  

    While our lips meld, I reach over and part my wife's raven pussy hair and press firm fingers upon the entirety of her vulva.  My pressing confirms my suspicion--she's already sopping wet.

    Now, my wife's body has always been a wellspring when it comes to producing vaginal wetness--she flows in arousal nectar.  Uh, when we first started dating and didn't have a condom, my wife would straddle me and slide her dripping parted labial lips along my purpling erection till my dick gleamed with her nectar, then she would jack me off to completion using only her pussy juice  for lube.

    Now I just begin circling my firm fingers in steady circle upon her flapping vulva--making sure to slide my fingers up and tickle her clit at the zenith of each circle.  As I keep manipulating her this way, I feel myself getting high from her immaculate pussy odor--an odor that seems to be encircling our naked bodies like some sensual fog.  

    I then plunge the two middle fingers of my left hand into my wife's receptive vagina--I thrust through her canal to enter the nirvana-balloon of her womb.  I make a number of 'come hither' motions with my fingers inside her, and then recede my whole hand just to push immediately back into her body with another thrust.  

    As I do this to her again, and again, and again, my mouth goes to her breast and I suck on one of her swollen nipples.  I suck and suck--dry nursing her really--while I keep up my penetration and probing of her with my questing and withering fingers.

   I feel she's close--she unughs and unughs and I can feel her whole cunt start to contract--she tears my head from her breast and starts biting my ear as her orgasm begins to break inside her like a fault-line in a quake.  Her hips lock and thrust as her paroxysm shudders through her.  The whole of her beautiful pussy grips my fingers within her till her tide breaks and it's all still waters again within her.  

   She smiles up at me all exhausted as I pull my fingers out of her and bring them up to my face--my whole hand smelling deeply of her cunt.