The Book 3

I watched as Raylene's horse picture returned to the desktop after I closed down Internet Explorer. I looked at the screen for a moment then glanced around the house noticing how quiet it seemed. I reached out and pushed the power button on her monitor and the horse instantly disappeared to be replaced by a black dead screen. I swiveled in her leather chair and then rose to my feet gabbing my bottle of water as I did so. With one hand rubbing over the beard trying to grow on my face, I decided that I needed a shave. I walked through the kitchen and glanced at Raylene as she sat at the table a little over halfway through a Harlequin novel she had picked up that afternoon.

"Whatcha doin?" she asked me as I strolled by.

"Going to the bathroom." I replied crossing into the bedroom.

"Oh. Well tell me before you go to bed." I hard her call back to me as she picked re-focused on her book again.

I closed the bathroom door behind me and picked my Remington shaver off of the counter. I watched as the light brown hairs quickly began to disappear exposing my cheeks and chin. I fussed with the razor trying to get the pesky hairs off of my neck and chin until I felt that I had accomplished my goal. I noticed the bright redness on the sides of my neck and wondered how it is that I could get razor burn from an electric shaver. I pushed some skin lotion onto my hand and rubbed it into my cheeks and neck feeling its soothing coolness attacking the sensitive skin.

I walked out of the bathroom and kicked my shoes off and then moved over to my desk. I picked up a small stack of three photographs and turned them over in my hand. With only the small lamp on in the bedroom, I was unable to see the photos clearly. With a glance toward the kitchen to make sure that Raylene was still at the table reading, I moved back into the bathroom and closed the door. The light seemed incredibly bright in there, but my eyes quickly adjusted as I gazed at the photos in my hand. Two were photos of her taken when she was sixteen wearing a yellow bikini and the last one when she was eighteen in a one-piece swimming suit. I looked over each picture slowly, my eyes tracing the already memorized lines of her body. I felt my cock grow stiff within my blue Dockers and shifted it with one hand. I considered unzipping my pants, but decided against it as I was saving those photos for a video recording I planned to make for her whenever I got the opportunity. I turned off the bathroom light and returned the photos face down to my desk.

I went back out by Raylene and closed the front door, making sure that it was securely locked. Turning around I glanced at the thermostat to see that it was set right, but it was too dark to tell for sure and I decided not to worry about it. I thought for a few moments trying to decide what to do with myself. I knew that for the most part I had not been going to sleep before one in the morning every night for a couple of weeks and decided that maybe I'd just try going to bed early for a change.

"I don't think I'm up to any sexual escapades tonight, so you can go ahead and finish your book." I told her as I reached the kitchen.

"I wasn't going to ask you to, I just wanted to make sure you didn't have any needs." She replied looking up from her book. I pondered for a moment wondering what needs I might have other than sexual as she usually used that to refer to sexual things.

"No, I'm ok, you can finish it." I said standing next to her as a new thought entered my head.

"You don't want me to come back and snuggle for awhile?" she asked after I had kissed her good night.

"Nah." I called over my shoulder and returned to our room. I removed my Dockers and saw the tent standing out from my boxers; I smiled at it and shook my head. I shrugged my silk shirt off of my shoulders and sat down on the edge of the bed. I checked the alarm setting then turned the light off and slipped under the covers. I could feel the coolness of the sheets against my warm skin and stared wide eyed at the ceiling as I finally allowed my thoughts free range.

Well, she probably won't, I thought to myself, but at least I can write about it tomorrow. I had opened up to her some of my deepest fantasies just a couple of weeks ago and since then we had been having sex nearly every night. I could not remember any other time during our relationship when we were that consistent. However, I still had a few fantasies that I had not told her about, primarily due to not having figured out exactly how to phrase them. The one that currently swam through my head I had implied but had not explained extremely well. The conversations that we had been having over the past week kept this particular idea fresh in my head. She knew that I enjoyed watching her masturbate, though oddly enough she had only masturbated with her vibrator since finding out. Not that I had any complaints about that, I had just realized it and smiled at the oddness of it. What I most wanted, though, was to be able to witness her masturbating purely for herself. I had always assumed that she masturbated from time to time as I knew that I was not always a very attentive husband, however I had not discovered that she had in fact done many of the things that I fantasized about until recently. During our past couple of weeks, though, I was fairly certain that she would not be uncontrollably horny, although I thought that perhaps the Harlequin novel might have such an effect on her. I longed to catch her pleasing herself without any regard to whether or not she was pleasing me, I figured it would be easiest to do that by catching her at I time that she knew I was not around, which was an essential impossibility. But, this evening I had come up with a new idea that just might prove fruitful.

I grabbed my black shirt and positioned it over my eyes so that I would be able to see from about chest down on her side and she should not be able to see if my eyes were open or not. It took close to forty-five minutes of testing and adjusting before I had the shirt the way I wanted and it did not cover any of my ears. I knew that if she came to bed desperately horny, there would not be much movement or noise so I would have to be able to capture everything that I could. I settled down to wait as she quickly turned pages in the kitchen. I could hear her fidget from time to time and as much as I tried to focus on the VCR to note the passage of time, I could not see more than a green blur.

Eventually I heard the chair slide on the linoleum floor, and Raylene rose to her feet, she flipped off the kitchen light and the house became surprisingly dark. Hmm, I thought, had not considered that. As she entered into the bedroom, I suddenly felt as though my body temperature had risen ten degrees and large drops of sweat burst out all over my body. I became desperate to slip out from under the blankets into the cool night air but I forced myself to lay still, my breathing steady as I pretended to be asleep watching her through the slits of my eyes. She removed her clothes and sat down on the edge of the bed, she let out a slow sigh and I wondered if perhaps I had waited in vain. Slowly she slipped her naked body beneath the blankets and she lay still for a few minutes. She always slept on her back, so I knew that if she rolled over onto one of her sides I would be out of luck, though at least it might make for a humorous story.

I could not see her face; actually I could not see much of anything, as the room had gotten darker than I had anticipated. I heard her sigh again, it was a slow sigh filled with longing and I felt my cock jump beneath the covers at the sound. Perhaps, I allowed myself to dream for a moment. A long couple of minutes passed and I felt both of my knees itching terribly but knew that I could not scratch them without her knowing that I was awake.

I felt the bed move a little bit, heard an arm sliding beneath the blankets and saw the silhouette of a blanket covered knee rise into the air. There was a slow exhalation of breath and then I heard Raylene lick her lips, or could it have been her fingers? I could not tell for sure and the sound of my heart pounding in my ears was making it difficult to know. I could not believe that she could not feel my heart pounding against the bed beneath her, but if she could she acted as though she were oblivious. I heard a new sound and this one was unmistakable. It was the sound of her fingers rubbing against her wet pussy. She's gonna do it, I nearly screamed as my whole body tingled in excitement. My cock jumped again and I wanted to reach down and stroke it but new that such an action would make her realize that I was indeed fully awake. The silhouette of her knee shifted and sank onto the bed, I imagined that she must have had her legs spread beneath the sheets and could not believe that my hot wife was actually going to get herself off right next to me. She had done it before, of course, but those times I had had a certain degree of involvement, and the times I had not I was to wrapped up in my own co-dependence to have enjoyed her pleasuring herself with that being her sole purpose and intent.

I listened to her breathing the subtle change in it, as she must have been rubbing a finger over her clit. I imagined that she must have had one hand spreading her pussy open and using the fingers of the other one to rub her exposed clit. I wondered absently if she ever pushed any of her fingers into the tightness of her hot pussy, and then decided that she probably did not which was too bad. Her arm shifted and I heard her lick her fingers, it was a sound that I knew well from our phone sex conversations when I had been going to university. Her hand seemed to hesitate back down her body near her breasts and then continued back to finger her pussy some more. I could feel the bed moving ever so slightly as she worked herself at alternating speeds. Occasionally her breath would catch in her throat for a moment and I would think that she must have been desperate to let out a moan but used all of her strength to keep it suppressed. Eventually the motions fell into a steady pattern and I knew that she was going to town. She was so horny that she did not want to mess around for too long. I forced myself to lie still as I felt the precum from my cock on my stomach I thought that I was in heaven and at the same time made mental notes for how it could possibly be better if I ever got lucky enough to witness a repeat performance. She sucked in a deep breath that must have been to loud to her, as she seemed to hesitate for a moment before resuming her activities. About a minute later, I could feel her whole body tense, she struggled to keep herself still, her breathing steady, her throat closed as her fingers worked her clit and her pussy spasmed in her orgasm. It was a short one, but it must have been hard, as her head rolled from one side to the other for a moment, her arm's motion coming in ragged bursts as it seemed as thought she were struggling to keep her fingers moving the way she wanted to. Her pace slowed down and I felt her adjust the blankets over her body then roll over onto her side with a contended sigh that could only be caused by a good orgasm.

I rolled over onto my side and felt the hardness of my cock flop onto the bed; I closed my eyes with a broad smile that I was glad no one could see. As I made mental notes of how to increase the experience if it ever happened again, I began to drift off to sleep. I knew that I would hate myself when the alarm went in a few hours, but damn, I thought gleefully, it was worth it. Oh man, that was cool, was my last conscious thought and I feel into oblivion until the alarm broke the stillness of the morning with it harsh buzzing.

"Was your book good?" I asked my wife with a knowing smile as I got out of bed and she rolled over, probably regretting having let herself stay up so late the night before.

"Yeah, I guess so, it was ok." She said still sleepily but I could see her eyes focus on my grin and could almost hear her mind wondering what the gin was all about. I wondered to myself, as I drove to work, if she would ever know that I knew what she did last night.