Wife Masturbates for Me

 

 

Watching a female masturbate is every males fantasy. Though

my marriage put a halt to my self pleasuring it did not put an end to

my fantasy of female masturbation,it fascinated me. So, when our marital

sex games began to get dull, I boldly suggested to my wife that she try her

hand at it for me to see.

 

Being fully into Equal Rights, Jane announced she

would show me how she masturbated only if I showed her how I did it.

Ladies first I insisted. Jane sat on a yellow canvas chair, one leg up

and, to feed my own fantasy, panties on. With two fingers she caressed a

pink shallow nipple, gently pinching, pulling and rubbing it until it

stood rosy red and stiff. At the same time, the other hand rubbed the

crotch of her panties, her middle finger going deeper and deeper into the

center crease, pushing the silk in until it began to darken with her

dampness. "As a girl I always used to masturbate with my panties on.

"Jane explained. "I pulled the cloth against my clitoris and inner lips

while keeping my thighs tightly shut. I learned this technique from another

girl we used to do it together in the dorm." Later she learned other

techniques, without panties but with handy smooth objects such as the

handle of her hair brush. "My hairbrush handles were always goopy," she

laughed. "The cat loved to lick it." I handed Jane a hairbrush and,

slipping off her panties, she demonstrated how in her post-graduate years

she used to get off. This time, she gradually slipped the smooth plastic

handle between her dripping lips until it sank all the way in, then pushed

it in and out. With the other hand she massaged her clitoris which, as her

excitement began to mount, bobbed its little head in and out in the

most fantastic manner. Until then I believed what the sexologists said.

 

 

That the clitoris, when excited, disappeared like a thief in the night

into its tent not Jane's. By now my own excitement began to mount shedding

my shorts, I took my bobbing penis in my right hand (some men prefer their

left) and, the way I used to, began the slow ejaculation of my stiff

organ's satiny skin until the glans ballooned up to the size of an

overripe plum.

 

 

Sensing Jane's approaching orgasm I moved closer and

quickened my own strokes to match hers. Then Jane started to moan I

moved my working fist faster, pressing the head with thumb above and

forefinger on the trigger below the cleft-a surefire way to climax on cue.

The art of my ejaculation hit Jane right on the button just as she too

began to cum, viscosity sinking into the thick black fiber of her bush

and with her own gurgling juices below. Our excitement continued even after

orgasm and led to our mutually masturbating each other for

another simultaneous climax. Mutual masturbation, I came to learn, is the

best way to get to know not only your own body but your partner's as well.

I became familiar with where to touch, what pressure to use, how to increase

my strokes and, among other delights, the pleasure of the elusive clitoris

and the even more mysterious tunnel of love. Similarly, Jane learned from

my body, stroking me with a pleasure no machine or artificial aid can give

or receive. Eat your heart out AccuIac. Mutual masturbation, in those times

when sex was not desirable or possible, helped our marriage and improved

our love life completely. My lifetime of self-pleasuring had found a

partner in life and love.

 

Copyright � 1998 by SIC


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