It was our anniversary weekend, and my wife and I were going to spend the night in a downtown hotel after dinner and a show. That afternoon, she called me to see if I wanted to meet her for lunch in the hotel restaurant. Of course I did, and I left work to meet her.
But she wasn't there when I arrived, so I called her.
"I got here and our room for tonight was ready, so I checked in early. Come on up."
I got a key and headed up to the room. Room service and a nooner? No complaints from me.
Opening the door and stepping into the dark room, I paused to let my eyes adjust. "Hello?"
"Over here, my dear."
I stepped into the junior suite and turned on the light. There she was, sitting on the couch, one foot on the ground, the other propped up in front of her. Her arm resting on one knee, her head turned in profile to me as she gazed out the window.
She was wearing white lingerie - a lace, see through robe, white stockings and panties, and red 4-inch heels.
"You are a vision. Just beautiful," I said, gazing up and down her body.
"Thank you," she said, crossing her legs and stretching out the top leg, pointing her toes. "It feels nice to be able to look like this again. And to wear these shoes. Even if they don't quite match the rest."
We both loved her in those shoes, the sexiest ones she owned. But a torn ACL 10 months before, and then surgery and months of rehab, had kept her off of her feet and unable to work out for a long time, and certainly unable to balance on high heels - much less wear them comfortably. Just in the last three months had she begun to run again and do the weight-bearing exercises she needed to keep her legs toned. It has taken a lot of work for her, but she was now getting back into the shape she wanted to be.
She stood and walked toward me, walking with careful, sexy steps in the tall heels, crossing her legs to place one foot in front of the other. She reached me, and we embraced and kissed, me sliding my hand down her back to squeeze her lace-covered ass, her sliding her hand along my thigh.
"You see what's over here? Look what I have planned."
I turned my head, and saw what she meant. She had placed two armchairs facing each other, one with an ottoman in front of it and a side table next to it. My heart leapt as I realized what she was doing - she was going to act out my biggest fantasy.
And my heart leapt even higher when I saw she was going to let me take that fantasy even further, as there was a tripod and video camera next to one of the armchairs.
"Really?" I gasped.
"Yes, my love," she breathed into my ear, slipping her hand to my crotch, cupping by growing cock. "I'm going to masturbate for you. You can watch and film me."
Understand a little about our sex life ... she works in a different city, about an hour from our house, and usually works 12-hour shifts. Between her being exhausted after 3-4 shifts in a row, and my travel, and other family obligations, we often have 2-week gaps in our sex life. It's frustrating to go that long sometimes, but we get by. But I need relief a little more often than that, so after a week I often find myself watching a little porn for some gratification.
I've always been enticed by the idea of watching my wife touch herself, but she's never been all that interested in letting me watch her. She doesn't do that very often, and when she does it's just to get a little relief and move on with her day. Masturbating just wasn't ever a sexy thing for her. After gaining weight after having kids, and then again when she had to rest after the knee injury, her body image made her a little uncomfortable at the idea of having me watch her as well. Our sex life was still pretty good, but I had noticed that over the years we had tended to have sex under the covers more and more.
But I still harbored the desire to watch her explore her body with her own hands. I love seeing her turned on, her fluctuating weight had never had any effect on my desire for her. Rather, it was the way she changes when she's turned on that has always driven me crazy.
Eventually I noticed that my online porn queries had all drifted toward watching women masturbate, and that I was becoming less and less turned on by the videos, but would instead watch one and then jerk off while thinking about her touching herself, I decided I had to tell her my deepest fantasy. I wanted to sit and watch her pleasure herself, from start to finish.
As she started to lose weight following the ACL rehab, and was commenting on how her legs were getting back into shape, I sat down and explained my fantasy to her. I tried to tell her that I wanted to see her masturbate in order to be even closer to her emotionally, and that the turn on for me was the idea of being able to sit and do nothing but enjoy her beauty and her sexual excitement.
I also explained that this fantasy was supposed to be - for lack of a better term - jerkoff material for me, a memory for the times when we were apart for days at a time. I also brought up the idea of videotaping this as well, but I knew she wouldn't be too interested in that, at least not at first.
I told her my fantasies and promised not to bring them up again, and to let her decide on her own what the next step would be. She said that putting the emotional component of me watching her in context intrigued her. But she still wanted to lose some weight. She still felt that masturbating was little more than her lying there and getting it over with. She thought that watching her would disappoint me, that it isn't really all that interesting.
That was a couple months ago, and I had mostly forgotten about that conversation. But now ... here we were.
She held me tight, pressing her lace-clad body against me, and looked in my eyes. "Ever since you told me about this fantasy, I've been intrigued. It always seemed like masturbating was just a reason to get off and move on. But I thought about how you described it, as a chance for you to see the feelings inside me build and flow, and I started to like the idea of showing you."
She let me go, and started slowly walking toward her armchair. She swayed her body and turned toward me, her hands sliding up her belly to cup her breasts.
"Ever since we got married, really ever since we met, I hardly ever masturbated. It was always just something I did when I was single. A way to get off when nobody was around to help. And the way our lives have gone, It was easier for me to just not think about sex during our dry spells."
She motioned to the chair opposite the ottoman, next to the video camera, and as I stepped over to take a seat, she reached out, pressing the "record" button.
She stepped back toward her chair and settled in.
"But after we talked about your fantasy, I thought about masturbating more and more. And I started doing it a little," she said, stretching her legs before her and crossing them. "And I started to enjoy it more than I ever had before."
She leaned back, closing her eyes, her hands back to her breasts, thumbs tracing her nipples.
"Each time I did it I would come harder than the last. And I started thinking about you more and more as I did. And I started wanting for you to see me doing it."
She started pinching her nipples a little, I could see them hardening and swelling. She was gently writhing her lower body, rubbing her upper legs together. Her voice was softening, and her breathing getting shallower as her touch was building up the desire in her body.
"And the more I thought about you watching me, my orgasms got stronger and stronger ... Ooohh ... I'd think about you watching me ... about you touching your own cock while I touched myself ... ooohhh ... ooohhh. ... about you ... fucking me ..."
She pressed her head back into the chair, opened her eyes, gazed at me, kept twisting her legs together.
"Mmmmm ... I hope you like what you see ... because it feels so good to me ..."
"Just gorgeous. Almost feels like I am touching you from here."
