Let me preface this by describing Terri. Terri is a beautiful 37 year old woman with high cheekbones, deep brown eyes, long legs and a 36 C breast size. Her nipples have light brown areolas the size of silver dollars with pinky size nipples. Her breasts are heavy enough that they have a slight droop. Her pubic area is neatly trimmed to a triangle; she does not let any hair grow from her vulva to her anus. Her hips are nicely rounded.
I had been married to Terri for fourteen years before she would admit she masturbated. Although on many occasions I had accidentally caught her with her fingers in her pussy, but I never let her know I caught her. I am the kind of guy that thinks that the most erotic thing in the world is to witness or catch a glimpse of a woman pleasuring herself. To see her facial expressions and how she moves when she thinks no one is looking.
After we had been married a few years I bought a vibrator for her (I used the excuse that I could use it on her pussy while I was eating her). It was a transparent purple vibrator about seven inches long. I had ulterior motive as I figured she would use it when I was not around and give more opportunities to spy on her masturbating. To this end my plan was working. I had spied on her on numerous occasions and did not have the heart to interrupt her, and at the same time took a very voyeuristic pleasure in watching what I could from my poor vantage point.
Today that has changed. I did finally manage to interrupt her one evening when I arrived home from work early. You see, she had caught me jacking off many times and had chastised me for wasting my cum, claiming that she was jealous that she did not get to feel it shoot inside or on her. So, to the best of my abilities I heeded her requests. But, she insisted that she did not have the same high sex drive that I had. I simply had to be more sneaky when I jacked off so she wouldn’t catch me.
It was a nice warm spring day in the mid sixties, the shop I worked at had been closed two hours early. “Cool, I am going to get home about an hour and a half after Terri, and three hours before the kids get home” I thought to myself. I hurriedly drove home in expectations of getting laid, but I got so much more. I parked my truck on the street and entered the house “strange the doors are locked” I thought as I opened the front door. I removed my shoes at the door, walked in to the kitchen and saw that Terri’s car was in the garage.
About that time I heard some noise upstairs from our bedroom. I climbed the stairs and just as my head got to the point where I could see in the bedroom I spied Terri with her legs splayed and her hand working furiously on her pussy. I could tell that she was close to cumming by the way her hips were shaking, the look of blissful agony on her face and the speed and ferocity with which she was frigging her pussy. I had an immediate and painfully stiff erection at that point. I decided that if she did not want me jacking off, then I would interrupt her Jilling off session, before she had a chance to orgasm. This sounds like a brilliant plan, I did interrupt her, but she was so close to orgasm she simply could not or would not stop fingering herself and finishing her cum.
She had the most embarrassed and frustrated look on her face I had ever seen. She did not say a word, but continued fingering her pussy and shaking almost violently. I could see the woman cum oozing down from her slit to her asshole. It was sort of whitish and almost transparent. As she continued to finger herself her hips shook more and more violently until she straightened and stiffened her legs, her face became a contorted mixture of pain and pleasure as a her breath quickened and her whole body began to shake.
I was mesmerized and so turned on by the sight. Not only because I got to see Terri finish her Jilling session, but because I knew that she was incapable of stopping her fingers from completing the process of her orgasm at that point. I had been at the same point jacking off when she had caught me, and I knew there was a point that you just have to finish and cum. The sight was so beautiful in so many ways. The ecstasy in her face the muscular contractions, the way her vulva were sort of trying to grip a cock that wasn’t there, the way her breath shortened, and I got to see all of it from a spectator’s point of view.
Finally her whole body seemed to convulse and shake uncontrollably as she screamed as quietly as she could and let out the most satisfied moan I had heard in a while. I could see the wet spot on the bed where her ass had been. Terri tried to make excuses and say that she had not done this kind of thing in a long time. that she was just incredibly horny after the long day at work, and the ride home where she rubbed her pussy through her nylons all the way home.
As she stood up her cum dribbled down her leg, she grabbed a tissue with lighting speed wiped her sloppy pussy and her leg. Terri quickly opened her lingerie drawer, grabbed a pair of panties and put them on, not worrying about her exposed tits. I could see the wet spot growing in the crotch of her panties as she attempted to make excuses. She almost started crying she was so embarrassed.
I told her just how beautiful that being able to watch her play with her pussy and make herself cum was to me. That I thought it is one of the most beautiful and erotic experiences I could ever have. I told her that I would love to be able to watch the whole thing from the time she got home and started her masturbation session to the end. It took some convincing, but she agreed that she would put on a masturbation show, just like no one was her. But, I would be allowed to be in the room and observe only. Her rules were that I was not allowed to talk, touch, undress myself, jack off, or in any other way disturb the show she was going to put on for me.
Then of all things she admitted that part of what made her orgasm so powerful was that I had caught her and watched.
Two weeks later I got a phone call at work from Terri. She said that “if you really want to see me play with myself you better get home quick, because I am going to whether you get home in time or not.” Needless to say I made up a bull excuse for the boss so I could get home to see what I had been waiting to see for fourteen years.