The woman lay on her bed, naked, her knees drawn up with feet planted wide apart, masturbating methodically. She was leant back against a pile of pillows, and was alternating between watching herself in the mirror on the wall opposite the end of the bed, and looking directly down at her body and busy fingers. She masturbated with her right hand, whilst caressing herself with her left, cupping and squeezing her breasts, pinching a nipple or sliding her fingers around and into her vagina. She had already had an orgasm, and after a few minutes had begun again, knowing her second would be more intense. She paced herself, pausing regularly as the tension built. She had a lovely body, slim but feminine, with full and very firm breasts, small areolae and pert, hard nipples; a male fantasy figure without a doubt. And she loved it: her body, her sensuality, her attractiveness. She was getting very close now, when, at last, she heard the front door open downstairs and her husband enter the house. He called out, and she increased her efforts; her orgasm came quickly and intensely, and she cried out as the waves of release enveloped her groin and belly. By the time her husband entered the bedroom, she was slumped back, eyes closed, a sleepy expression of utter contentment the only clue to the warm glow in her groin.
"Hi … what have you been up to?" He took in naked figure of his wife, her legs spread wide and vulva puffy and wet, as he began to undress, his penis stiffening at the erotic sight.
"Masturbating. I came just as you came in."
"Damn. Wish I'd been earlier."
"Never mind – I'd still have come just as you were coming in. I've been doing it for ages, waiting for you. I wanted to tease you like this – let you know you'd missed out on watching me masturbating and coming."
"Bitch!" He grinned, pulling his pants off, his now fully erect penis wagging into view.
"Mm-hmm. You want to fuck me – I can tell."
"How so?"
"Your willy's all big and hard. Oh well, come on then. I'll just lie here and let you do it. Try and get it over with quickly."
He climbed on the bed between her legs and entered her easily. She looked down dispassionately as he leant over her, kissing and sucking her still sensitive nipples, his penis pumping in and out of her firmly. She tensed her vaginal muscles around him, but otherwise lay passive. He came after just a couple of minutes, squirting deep inside her, holding himself still as he luxuriated in the vigorous pulsing of his orgasm.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked quietly, briefly lifting her head to kiss him lightly on the lips.
"Mmmm. Wonderful. Intense."
"Did my pussy feel nice and warm and wet and clinging?"
"Mmmm."
"Good. Now be a dear and get me a drink. Champagne in the fridge."
He climbed from the bed, his sticky wet penis softening slowly. As he went downstairs to get the champagne, she rolled over on her front and opened the draw of her bedside unit, then pulled out a tube of lubricant. She squeezed a generous blob onto the tips of two fingers, then, reaching down to her bottom as she pushed up her hips, she smeared it carefully onto and into her anus, probing first one finger then the second inside herself. For a moment she continued to bugger herself with her fingers, eyes closed in concentration as she rhythmically stretched the tight opening. She heard her husband coming back up the stairs, the delicate chink of glasses preceding him. Quickly she put the lubricant back in the drawer, closed it and dried her fingers on a tissue. He came in, put the glasses down and uncorked the bottle as he surveyed her appreciatively, her head resting on her arms, her slim body, pert round buttocks and long slim legs.
"Do hurry up."
"Do be quiet."
He poured the wine into the glass, then poured some into the small of her back. She gasped, then giggled as he licked and slurped it from her. She leant up on her elbows and took the proffered glass, drinking deeply, then wiggled her bottom gently, eyeing his penis.
"Is that thing going to be of any more use to me?"
"It wasn't of any
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