Chapter 1: Her Secret
Intro summary of the series - This story and series will explore a willing wife wanting to be pushed to expander her sexual experiences, frontiers, and all the pleasures that she can be exposed to. This will contain a number of themes specific to each story, but if you aren't comfortable and dislike showing off of a wife, exhibition, sex toys, and general corruption, this series may not be for you. For those of you that will, please enjoy.
I couldn't believe my eyes, I came home a little early to find Tiffany, my wife of 7 years, spread eagle on the couch finger fucking her pussy so fast I could hear the slaps of her palm hitting her clit from the windowed doorway. Her perfect D tits were jiggling in time with her arm, one held fast by her other hand as she pulled at her nipple, stretching it until they snapped free with a moan, until she twisted and pulled at them again. Her mouth hung open, panting, almost dripping as she leaned her head backwards against the couch arm. I could see the ipad on the table in front of her, her air pods in her ears, but blocked from my view to know what caused her to descend into this carnal state. My perfect wife, while fit and trim with a tight body, generally was shy around others, and often reserved in the bedroom. She enjoyed padded bras that showed cleavage, but I couldn't get her into much sexier than a bikini or a knee length dress while out. What was she listening to that would persuade her to pleasure herself so savagely? I imagined her watching a young wife, similar to her, being filled and spread by a dildo while her husband's cock reached into her throat to suppress her screams into muffled moans of pleasure. If I only know what animalistic moans and acts she was actually wishing was happening to her, I would have acted in her corruption much sooner, but for now, I didn't want to disrupt her and bring any embarrassment that would shut this door for good. This behavior, her debasement, is something I wished to cultivate.
I ducked down below the doorway windows, trying to hide my shock and any noise as to disturb her. I peeked back over could see her move a little, bringing her head forward, staring intently at whatever was on her ipad. Her lips held open, panting in effort to pleasure herself. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, slick with her juices and leaving her lips slightly parted and red. She didn't seem to care the least about how wet she was, she just started rubbing her clit, circling it fast, her eyes intent on whatever was on her ipad screen, I don't know I've seen her this focused before.
My cock was tenting my pants watching this screen unfold in front of me, Tiffany making the sexiest scene I had ever seen her in, though I was truly shocked. I had met Tiffany in high school, were we both came from a more rural and religiously conservative part of the state. We ended up at the same college together, her studying Business and Management, and myself in Computer Science. I was even only the third boy that she ever dated, even though she was no virgin when she met me. She was always conservative in dress, speech, shy around others, and even in our bedroom, it took special events from her to even wear lacy lingerie.
And her body was killer for me. Five foot six, blond, one hundred thirty pounds now at the age of 31, her D sized tits perky enough that they filled out more forward than down still. She possessed a true hourglass shape, waist that came in and then swelled out in the right places around the ass and hips. But it was really her eyes and smile that got me back in high school when I first saw her, smiling pearly whites, and piercing green eyes with a bit of hazel starburst in them.
And here she way in my house, fucking herself with her fingers, pulling on her nipples while gasping for air and watching porn.
I tried peering as much as I dare without making a noise, not wanting to disrupt this opportunity she was taking to pleasure herself. She had a slight sheen of sweat on her, and she slowly started moving her hand away from her tits and down her stomach, tracing the contours, until they found her clit and took the place of swirling and circling her nub of pleasure. Her other hand she pulled up her body until they reached her other breast, when it stopped to massage it a few times and play with the nipple, leaving a visible trace of her juice around her nipple. She slowly lifted her nipple up, stretching it taught until it slipped free and then brought her hand down and put her fingers, tracing her lips.
She traced them several times over, closing her eyes again, leaning back, and then slowly started putting two fingers into her mouth. The same two fingers that she had been fucking herself with just a minute earlier. I saw her eyes flutter open and look down at the ipad, they locked onto the screen and her cheeks hollowed ever so slightly as her fingers moved slowly back out her mouth.
Holy fuck. What was she watching!? I thought to myself. She has to be following along with whatever she is seeing there. I could only think to myself of a need to find out what she had on that screen that caused her to turn into such an animal. It was only a year ago that she even agreed to watch some porn with me. And here she was now, fucking herself to some video or story that was driving her absolutely crazy that she couldn't even wait for me to get home.
And it was turning me on. I always enjoy giving her an orgasm first, be it my tongue or fingers, even a small vibrator that we owned, though she had always turned down the discussion of a dildo or toy that would penetrate her. She always said 'I just want you'. Well here she was, certainly not JUST wanting me, and making it known to the rest of her body that it would comply and provide the pleasure she desired.
She suddenly brought her legs up onto the couch, I quickly ducked back underneath the window pane, trying to keep my own heavy breathing to a minimum so she wouldn't hear me. I waited a minute, then I started hearing the wet slaps of what I assumed were her fingers in her pussy again. I waited a few seconds, and as I started to hear her panting get deeper, I slowly rose to see such a sight. Her full pussy and ass were facing me on the couch now as she had worked her way up onto her hands and knees. Though that wasn't quite right as her face was buried into the seam of the couch, shoulders pushed in the pillows, as her fingers pillared in and out of her pussy. With her body now mostly out of the way, I could make out some general shapes on her ipad, confirming my thoughts. It was a woman on all fours getting fucked from behind in some non-descript location. I started as her pussy was rosy with arousal and abuse, spread open by two fingers reaching as deep as she could inside, her other hand rubbing her clit in quick circles. I could hear her start to reach her climax as her familiar moans began to rise from her throat. Even muted by the couch, I wasn't sure that you couldn't hear it outside the house.
I quickly retreated back to the garage, unsure of what had just caused her to be so...sexy. I loved it. It was everything I wanted her to be, fully confident in her body, our love making, and showing off that confidence. Truth be told, I loved to try and show off her body, though she was generally resistive to anything too sexy. I would get a tight shirt and some cleavage on a date night out occasionally, but it wasn't anything close to this.
I decided I was on a mission to find the trigger to this, and see what I could do get this to happen again, and maybe even grow this hunger within her. Some thoughts in my mind began to develop about long term plans but I gently shook my head as I quietly moved into the garage, going to try to hide my presence in the house. I could no longer hear her panting, so I opened the garage door and started puttering around the garage, making it seem like I had just got home and had entered no further, figuring that it would startle her, she would make herself decent and then come find me.
I soon heard the shower upstairs turn on along with some music, favorite of hers to listen to, and I smiled knowing that she would be taking a nice long relaxing shower thinking I had just got home.
On a hunt to find her ipad, looked into the living room but it wasn't there anymore. I finally discover it on the bedroom nightstand. Just as I pick it up the shower turns off and I was forced to drop it back on the nightstand. Tiffany comes walking out of the bathroom, hair up in a towel, eyes glistening with excitement and post orgasim bliss. "Hi Ken." She leans up against the door frame, crossing her legs over her pussy, arms coming up across her chest. "What are you looking at?"
"I'm looking for what's in front of me." I growl out as I approach and push her up against the door frame, kissing her deeply while bringing her thigh up over my leg. I could still faintly taste her juices on her lips, sweet and tangy. I wonder what she thought of that taste, maybe she cared to try another's sometime...
"My my tiger, does little old me have that much of an impact on you?" "You know I love your body, and here it is glistening and just waiting to be licked". She giggles at this, and twists out of my grasp, giggling a little bit and shaking her ass at me, "Do you think I showered just for that reason?"
She yelps as I pick her up over my shoulder and toss her down on the bed. "Let me find something more appropriate for what I'm about to do to you. You, stay. Exactly as you are and where you are." I saw with a mischievous look as she jokingly gasps and brings her hands to her face. A face that I had seen just 20 minutes ago sucking her own juices off her fingers and seemingly in bliss. What caused it? I needed to know.