It all started one morning when my wife, Rona, caught me masturbating. I was cocooned in the blankets, having the most delicious, erotic dream about her. Her beautiful, naked body was so real, so vivid, that I actually felt it undulating beneath me. Her pussy was just about to envelope my cock when I suddenly awoke, my eyes flying open and the sunlight hitting them. I turned over to embrace my lovely wife, hoping to reenact my dream, and felt just the bed pillows; I realized then that Rona had already gotten up and that I could hear her busily preparing herself for a new day.

I was aroused, frustrated, and — when I looked down and touched my cock — very hard. Turning down the covers, I decided to lake matters in hand.

Stroking my cock and imagining that my hand was Rona, I developed a steady rhythm. So I wasn’t paying any attention at all — didn’t hear the shower being turned off, never heard her enter the bedroom; but I did hear her say, “Hey, no fair. That’s mine.” I stopped what I was doing immediately and looked up at her, flustered, embarrassed, and feeling my face getting redder by the minute.

Although I love to masturbate, it has always been a private thing. I never played those games with the other guys at summer camp, never made jokes about it — it was just a matter between me and my cock. I assumed that my wife masturbated and that she felt the same way.

Now there I was, on the bed with my cock as stiff as a pole. I asked Rona if she had something in mind. Just out of the shower, she stood wrapped in a towel, staring down at my cock. In response to my question, she glanced quickly at her watch. Then she smiled at me seductively. Rona let the towel drop slowly to the floor, revealing, by stages, her slightly damp, entirely delectable, body. She told me to go on with what I was doing, and she moved around to the foot of the bed, where we have a large trunk full of blankets. She climbed up on the trunk and knelt there, her knees spread wide, and stared at me hungrily. There was pure lust — total, kinky, uninhibited sexual desire — described in the curve of her lips and the gleam in her eye.

I was more than a little astonished by what was happening, as well as a good deal less hard because of it, so she began to offer encouragement. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, moistening them. She cupped her breasts in her hands, lifting them up and out for me, and rolled the nipples between her fingers until they were erect and firm. After a few moments, she let one hand stray across her belly and down between her legs, where she began to brush lightly at her bush with her fingernails.

Watching Rona touch herself like that, something I had never seen her do before, helped me deal with some of my own inhibitions, and soon my hand had returned to my cock, which had in rum regained its former state of arousal. I began to stroke it slowly. My wife suggested I put some baby oil on it. which I did immediately, from the small bottle on the night table. The effect was electrifying. My hand was slick and hot, and the sounds it made were just like the sounds of fucking. I fondled my balls with my free hand and began to masturbate in earnest, my hand jerking up and down with increasing speed.

Through it all, Rona never took her eyes off my cock, nor her hands off her own body. As she watched me, she began to pinch her erect nipples, something I knew turned her on when I did it to her. With her other hand, she spread her cunt lips and stroked her clitoris. Slowly she inserted her long middle finger into herself, all the while flicking her clitoris with her thumb. Her hips began to move back and forth, thrusting, matching the rhythm of my hand. Then she began telling me what she was doing to herself. She described how it felt, and then she told me what she was watching me too and how much she enjoyed that. She said she loved watching my cock, all hard and shiny, and that she wanted to see my come shooting up in the air the way it shot into her.

My wife went on like that, saying all these erotic things while she fondled herself. The combination of her words and her actions sent me right over the edge. I squeezed my balls and thrust my hips into the air as gob after gob of thick come spurted from the engorged head of my cock, spattering on my belly and coating my cock and my hand, adding to the lubricant already there. Rona watched the whole thing mesmerized, her eyes fixed on my shooting cock and her hands still as she watched me come.

Finally I had milked the last drop of come from my flagging cock. As it grew limp in my fingers, my wife climbed onto the bed, leaned over me and gave me a kiss. “We’ll have to do that again, darling,” she purred. The only problem, she said, was that she couldn’t see my cock very well, what with my hand being in the way. “But we can take care of that next time.” With that, she got up, dressed quickly and left for work. After I recovered, which took a while, I did the same. I had an especially successful day, interrupted as it was by frequent recollections of the morning’s activity. I felt as though a whole new avenue of sexual endeavor lay before me, ready to be explored.

A few days later, my wife suggested we watch one of our favorite x-rated movies. I readily agreed, since this invariably leads to great sex. We sat on the couch, I hit the “play” button and in no time we were in the middle of an extremely erotic scene involving two young women. As they danced together, undressed each other, then fell onto the bed in one another’s arms, my wife and I became increasingly aroused. She slipped out of her clothing and lay with her feet toward me and one hand resting on the arm of the couch. She asked me whether I could watch both her and the movie simultaneously, and I assured her that I could. Soon, however, what was happening on the screen began to pale in comparison with what was happening on the opposite end of the couch.

Rona began to fondle herself as she watched the movie. She started as usual, with her hands on her breasts — brushing her nipples, rolling them between her fingertips, pinching them into pink rigidity. Then, as the scene in the movie got hotter, so did she. She began by rubbing her hands along her thighs, kneading the muscles, raking her skin with her nails. She squeezed her thighs together as she did this, rubbing them back and forth against each other in a way that aroused her further still. Her hands moved to her cleft, and she allowed her fingers to probe between her legs, which parted slowly in response until they were spread wide and her sex was fully open.

This whole time, I let my gaze wander back and forth between my wife and the movie. One of the young women was going down on the other. I had discarded the few clothes I had had on initially and was absently stroking my now rigid cock. The woman on the screen was spreading her cunt lips so that her friend could have easier access to her clit. At the same time, my wife was spreading her own lips wider as she took possession of her own pleasure bud. She slipped a long, scarlet-nailed finger along either side of it and began to ease them back and forth. Her clitoris protruded invitingly, and I wanted to lean forward and suck it, but something told me that this was not the time. Right now I wanted to watch my wife make herself come. And she seemed to want the same thing. Her eyes were only for the movie, her hands only for herself as they glided over her flushed skin, seeking out the most sensitive, most responsive areas. Eventually, her free hand found its way underneath her to probe the shadowy cleft between her ripe buttocks, and I could just make out one finger slowly disappearing from view.

My urge to participate was becoming uncontrollable, but I was unsure of exactly what to do until I realized that not only were her breasts being neglected, but so was her cunt, which by now was oozing lubrication. I eased myself around until I was kneeling next to her. I took my cock in my hand and began brushing the head against the nipple of her left breast. Then I extended the middle finger of my other hand and slid it into her cunt. I thought that she would object to my intrusion, and I was pleasantly surprised when my wife suddenly began to tremble and surge against me in a violent orgasm. I decided that my finger was having its desired effect — or perhaps it was my teasing her nipple. In any case, I continued with both activities until she shuddered to another orgasm.

All this time I had continued to fondle my cock. From time to time I transferred some of the juices that coated my left hand to my right, so that soon the shaft of my cock was glistening. This only served to make it easier to jerk off. Rona was no longer watching the movie and was focused intently on my cock. In addition, while she continued to stroke her clit, her other hand was now running up and down the inside of one my thighs, and she paused now and then to trace lines of fire across my balls with her nails.

I continued to work my hand up and down my shaft as my wife raised her head and flicked her tongue at the dripping tip. Finally the orgasm had built up in me to the point where I could no longer control it. I gasped that I was going to come. Quickly, Rona gripped my balls in her fingers and squeezed them tightly, almost to the point of pain, and ordered me to let go of my cock. Just as the first jet of come erupted from the tip, I did as she asked and released my cock. Suddenly free, it jerked wildly up and down as each burst of come arched up and out and spattered against Rona’s breasts. It seemed as if it would go on forever, and neither of us could take our eyes off the sight until, finally, my cock, still half hard, tilted downward and the last bit of come dripped between my knees onto the couch. My wife released my balls and held my cock lovingly as she sucked it clean while, with our two hands, we brought her to her third and final orgasm.

After that we enjoyed several sessions of mutual masturbation, and we even employed our new-found pleasure to solve a problem that had bothered us for some time. The woman-on-top position is one that had never worked very well for us. Rona, however, was determined to make it enjoyable. She started out by coming to the dinner table one night in a black translucent nightgown and a black silk G-string. the whole time we were eating, I devoured her with my eyes. When we were finished, we repaired to the bedroom, where she undressed me slowly. At that point she slid out of her nightgown, leaving on only the G-string, and began to rub herself all over my body. She flicked the underside of my cock with her nipples, then stuffed them in my mouth.

As I sucked her nipples, she pinched mine until they were as hard as pencil erasers. Rona slowly slid one leg up between mine, pressing her hot cunt to my thigh. When she leaned against me, we both fell back on the bed. She sat astride my thighs and looked down at me. First she caressed my nipples some more, then lifted her hands to her own breasts. She squeezed them softly, sensuously running her palms over the soft, pale skin. My wife raised first one, then the other, to her mouth and sucked herself. Then she began to pinch her nipples between her fingertips, lightly at first, then harder.

After a while my wife gave her breasts a final squeeze and dropped her hands to my cock, which she began to stroke tenderly. I was already rigid from watching her, but she wanted me harder still. She then shifted her attention to her cunt. The silk G-string was stretched taut across her, and she grasped the waistband and pulled it up, making the narrow strip of material cut deeply into her engorged flesh, which swelled on either side of it. She continued to pull it up, tighter, and tighter until the silk had all but disappeared between her plump cunt lips. Then she began to rock her hips, causing the material to rub against her clit. The silk began to get damp. When it was completely soaked, Rona untied the strings at her hips and pulled off the G-string in such a way that the narrow back strap slid provocatively between her lips. She handed it to me, and I inhaled its rich scent. Rona, meanwhile, was fondling herself, spreading her lips with one hand and stroking her clit with her fingers. Gently she extended her middle finger and eased it into her cunt while her free hand returned to her breasts and began to squeeze and twist her nipples.

All this was having the desired effect on me. I was stiff as a bar of iron and wanted desperately to fuck her. When I told her so, she smiled, lifted herself up and removed her hand from her cunt. She quickly gripped my cock and slid it in where her finger had just been. With a twitch of her hips, she settled herself on me. Rona sighed, threw back her head and went on fondling herself. One hand continued to work at her breasts, while the other stroked her clit. I watched, fascinated.

My wife’s cunt lips were spread wide to receive me, and her clit was plainly visible and glistening with moisture. Sometimes she would stroke it directly; sometimes she would place one finger on either side of it and work them up and down, leaving the clitoris itself untouched. Then she would raise herself slightly to stroke the exposed portion of my cock or in order to reach back and squeeze my balls. Her moisture-coated fingers moved over her clitoris in small, circular motions. ln this way she had a gut-wrenching orgasm that caused her to throw her head back once again and moan with pleasure while her face grew flushed and the tendons in her neck stood out.

I, in the meantime, was thrusting wildly at her, my hips bucking and threatening to throw her from the saddle, but her cunt gripped me rhythmically as she came. She was fondling herself with both hands now, one in front, the other in back. She rocked her hips against the touch of her fingers and the feel of me buried inside her. Her breasts bounced provocatively with each thrust, and her nipples stood out, firm and hard. As my sexy wife began to come again, I exploded inside her, matching her surge for violent surge, filling her with come that immediately began dripping down my shaft to soak our mingled pubic hair. Rona managed to stay in place on top of me, her hands motionless but still touching her hot skin, until my cock finally grew limp and slipped from her grip. Giving me a quick kiss, she rolled over onto her back to lie beside me. Cuddling, we agreed that, in the future, we would continue to explore variations on the theme of masturbation. No doubt with happy results.