My wife and I recently celebrated our wedding anniversary and somehow that night we ended up talking about the sweet memories we had about masturbation, before we met and together as a couple.
She told me how, at the age of seventeen, she used to get turned on at school, having heard the other girls talking about jilling off, getting home all excited, with panties soaked through, a damp patch on her pantyhose, then she would go straight to her bedroom, throw herself on the bed, lift up her skirt, push aside the fabric and rub herself to orgasm. And how she would sometimes listen to her sisters panting in the middle of the night and how next morning her own soaked panties would join her sisters' in the laundry basket. And how surprised she was when she found the stains that showed that even little Trish, at 13, regularly came in her panties. And how one night she heard her parents, her mum making noises she had never heard before and heard her dad talk dirty and how she sneaked back to her room, imagining what they were doing, put her finger up her vagina and came almost straight away.
And I told her that, at the same age, I used to wake up in the middle of the night with a raging hard-on, then take off my pyjama bottoms and stroke my penis until I erupted and shot warm ropes of sperm all over my chest and how I hoped that one day I would have a girl to do it with. And I told her how much I loved when she first showed me her pussy and pulled her labia apart with her fingers and showed me how to play with her clitoris; how lovely it was when she let me spurt all over her boobs and wank me off in the shower. We remembered when she told me I could jizz over her pussy while she was fingering herself and told me she was always curious whether it was possible to get pregnant like that and if so that would be a very special baby. And how wet she used to get when she was pregnant with our children and how she wanted me to shoot over her big belly and rub my sperm all over her swollen boobs too.
Of course we got turned on and so we said we would have a wedding anniversary session, so we sat down facing each other and she started rubbing herself and I started stroking. We decided we would time it perfectly so my wife was taking the lead and I was watching her, edging closer and closer towards her orgasm, with me keeping up with her and holding back at the same time. And then she let out a deep groan and her body arched as if she was offering it to me and I tightened my grip and I spurted over her pussy and thighs as we came together and celebrated our marriage.
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