"So this is what you do when I'm not here, is it?"
Jack froze, paralyzed with terror as he heard the familiar voice of his wife Enid, unseen from the doorway behind him.
He was busted. Big time. He'd thought that he had the whole house to himself this afternoon and had settled back to watch the new porn movie that he had just received through the mail. As was usual, as the film progressed depicting more and more scenes of blatant sexual behaviour, Jack had been idly stroking a growing erection through his jeans. The further the movie advanced, the harder Jack became and eventually, in order to release some of the mounting pressure in his loins, he had released his solid penis from the confines of his underwear and was openly masturbating as he watched the screen.
This was where Enid had come in. Or rather where her voice had come in, because Jack had still not summoned up enough courage to turn and face her. His eyes were still glued to the screen, his body not daring to move. His worst nightmare had come true: Caught with his jeans and underwear around his ankles and his throbbing, twitching cock in his hand. Jack was acutely aware of this profoundly embarrassing situation. He had not even stopped the video tape from running and as his wife approached him from behind, the sounds of guttural moaning and groaning as the woman on the screen begged her lover to push his huge cock into her ass, reverberated in his ears.
Enid slowly circled the sofa where her husband was sitting. He had still not moved and she could see the tip of his wilting member protruding through his closed fist. She stood in front of him her arms folded under her large chest and looked at him. She looked the picture of the typical conservative, straight-laced woman in her twin-set suit and brogue shoes. She smiled, the lips of her pretty face curling upwards, her eyes sympathetic. Jack looked terrified at his discovery and she wanted to put him at his ease. "It's okay baby," she murmured. "Honestly. I'm sure that this is quite natural."
She glanced at the screen. The actress was still moaning her assent as her male counterpart slowly pushed his cock into her very open asshole.
"I had no idea that you had films of this sort," she continued. "This one looks very hot! I'm not surprised that you need to jerk yourself off while you watch it. But don't you think it would be nicer if you let me help?"
Jack could still not find his voice as his wife of twenty years settled herself on the sofa next to him. He was aware that his erection had died following the shocking interruption, but as he felt Enid's cool fingers brush his hand away and replace it with her own, the blood started to once again pound through his shaft.
"Honey, I..I..I-..."
"Shhhh....it's okay, Jack, let me take care of this for you." Enid said as she began to stroke up and down the length of his rapidly hardening cock. "I know that you masturbate while I'm not here. It's perfectly normal. I do it myself sometimes when I'm horny! There's nothing wrong with it. It's perfectly natural."
Jack was even more shocked now. The thought of his, usually straight-laced, wife masturbating was too much for him to cope with, and with a groan of deep satisfaction he closed his eyes and released a huge quantity of cum over her hand.
When he reopened his eyes, the spell had been broken. Enid was once again her usual, highly efficient self, grabbing a box of tissues from the table and removing all traces of Jack's excitement in a brisk, business like fashion. When she had finished her cleaning up, she rose, and without a further word, disappeared into the kitchen to prepare the evening meal. With a sigh and knowing the situation would progress no further, Jack switched off the tape and quickly dressed himself.
Over the following few days, the thoughts of what had happened rarely left Jack's mind. The shock of his wife's admission: that she masturbated, was frankly surreal. They were both in their late forties, and although they had always had an adequate sex life, Enid had always seemed more interested in her women's committee's. Jack had lost count of the societies that she belonged to. There was the Women's Institute of course, the Residents Committee and the Local Council. She always seemed to be dashing from one meeting to another usually dressed as most of the other women in tweed business suit's and pearl necklaces. It was almost a uniform for them and was usually combined with flat, sensible shoes and dark tights. She exuded an air of professionalism that was far divorced from any ideas of sexual stimulus. But she had admitted it. She still got horny!
As he sat at his desk, unattended paperwork mounting, Jack tried to picture how she might pleasure herself. Would she do it in the bath - A slow build up of passion as her fingers slipped between the folds of her pussy? Would she wait until she was in bed alone - maybe when he was on one of his overseas trips? Jack tried to imagine her nightdress bunched up around her waist and the fingers of one hand plunging into her vagina whilst she pulled and twisted her nipples with the other. Before he realised it, he had developed a quite painful erection as he sat thinking. The phone rang loudly on his desk and his reverie was instantly broken, the thoughts scattering in his mind like confetti in the breeze.
After three days of this sexual imagery occupying his thoughts, Jack knew that, to keep his job and his sanity, he would have to do something about it. That morning he had deliberately left his newly purchased movie on top of the TV. He knew that Enid was not due to attend any meetings that day, and more importantly was not expecting anyone to call at the house - he had no desire to embarrass her by having her friends or colleagues see the explicit cover of the tape!
