Sunday during football season usually finds our three kids with their aunt, my wife's twin sister, Jan, because she hates football while her husband, John, loves football as do my wife, Cindy, and me.
On this particular Sunday, John, was over watching football with us when somehow the subject of masturbation came up, or more specifically women masturbating. John is always joking around and finding ways to embarrass my wife with sexual inferences and innuendos especially when Jan is not around. John's little reference had an immediate impact on Cindy as her face turned a bright crimson red.
Cindy's embarrassment only served to cause John to go further as he asked Cindy pointedly, "Do you masturbate Cindy?"
Before she had a chance to reply I jumped in, "Of course she does. She even has a special 'friend' to help her." Causing Cindy to shift uneasily in her seat and her face to burn even redder and adding to her embarrassment and John's and my amusement.
"Really," John said in an exaggerated mocking tone and we both started laughing.
After that Cindy was the victim of John asking some very uncomfortable questions and me mercilessly answering and divulging details of Cindy's most intimate secrets. This went on until "Stop it you guys!" Cindy suddenly demanded half serious and half joking, "this isn't funny." She sat in her chair with her arms folded pouting which told John and me the conversation was over. But I also knew she was more interested in the conversation than she showed.
I went over to her and put my arm around and apologized and gave a kiss on the cheek. This brought a smile to her face and a quick "OK" as we returned our attention to the game.
Nothing else was said until couple of weeks later we were together again watching football when Cindy asked John what he wanted for his birthday.
Immediately, John answered, "I want to watch you masturbate."
"What?" Cindy said in shock.
"You asked me what I want for my birthday and what I really want is to watch you masturbate," he said, "it's all I've been thinking about."
"Well, you better think of something else because there's no way you're getting that bucko," Cindy countered defiantly.
Several minutes of awkward but fun conversation followed until our attention returned to the game and things returned to normal.
Later that night, "Can you believe what John said he wanted for his birthday," Cindy said to me as she sat back on our bed naked with her feet together and knees splayed apart, lewdly displaying her womanly charms for my admiring eyes. "Can you imagine what Jan would say if she knew."
As I continued watching and listening, well mostly watching, Cindy mindlessly let her hand drift down between her legs and she started diddling herself. She was still babbling something about John and his request but I was not paying any attention. I stared trancelike at what Cindy's hand was doing between her legs.
Deftly her hand slid up and down her womanly folds and creases bring immediate reactions of pleasure and delight from Cindy as she touched her magic spots. Her swollen labia apart opened up like the wings of a butterfly, giving me a clear view of her intimate treasures which were slick and wet with copious amount of Cindy's sex cream oozing out from deep inside of her.
She dipped her fingers into the slippery liquid coating them liberally before she moved her fingers up her crease, leaving a slick trail as she went.
It hit me that Cindy was giving me John's birthday present even if he did not get to see it.
Cindy's hand repeated its trek up and down her cleft several more times building delightful sexual tension Cindy's body. Each time she reached the top of her cleft she paused to work her small nub protruding from its hiding place.
Quickly, Cindy's breathing became heavier, rougher more ragged. The muscles of her body tightened and her breasts sat on her chest like balls and her nipple stood up erect, tall and proud.
She was no longer talking; instead she hummed long tones of vowels, "oooooooooo, uuuuuuuuuuum, aaaaaaaaaaaaah."
Her hand no longer followed her vertical crease. All of her effort was concentrated at the top of her V as her hand furiously rubbed her clitoris with all of her might. Then in a flash all of her movement stopped as her sexual pressure built to the point of no return.
When she started moving again her body trembled from the force of orgasmic pleasure washing through her and anguished cries of pure ecstasy poured from her mouth for what seemed like an eternity.
Gradually, though, her shaking slowed and then stopped. Her breathing too became less and less frantic and Cindy returned to reality.
"Wow," I said, "that was fantastic. I can't believe you let me watch" as I went to her and wrapped my arms around her. "I never knew you could come like that."
Cindy was wide eyed and blinked her eyes trying to clear the cob webs from her head before she was able to talk. "I know, I know, I can't believe it either but after what John said...and then I thought...and you were there...the look on your face... and it was so much better with an audience...wow...I never thought."
As disjointed as her speech was I knew exactly what she was saying and in some ways I was thinking the same way she was. Wouldn't John have loved to have been standing here and watching this I thought? My mind went to the many stories I have read of husbands' sharing their wives with other men. Cindy and I have read the stories together and even played out some them but never actually considered involving another man but somehow this was different.
I went to Cindy and cuddled with her. My mind awhirl as I started reasoning things out. All John had asked was to watch I thought nothing else. Would it really hurt to let John see? I know John would be shocked as hell. And since Jan was Cindy's identical twin sister it was not like he had not seen Cindy's naked body. After all seeing one naked is just like seeing the other.
I know because once when I was over at John and Jan's house working on their computer I found the super secret folder that was not so secret. In it were hundreds of photos of Jan ranging from the artistic to the absolute pornographic with ultra close ups of her most intimate places. And I sort of accidentally downloaded them onto my flash drive and I sort of look at them from time to time.
So I know that Jan has the exact same mole on her right breast that Cindy has and she has the same birthmark on the left side of her vulva, too. So seeing Cindy naked and Jan naked is really like seeing the same person I reasoned. Also, he has seen Cindy in a bikini a million times and seen her naked breasts several times when she nursed our three kids in front of him. So maybe giving John the birthday present he requested was not as farfetched as we originally thought.
By now Cindy had rejoined me in the land of the living and noticed my super hard cock needed attention. She immediately straddled my legs and quickly impaled her vagina with my rock hard cock and started riding me up and down with her body.
Her face was the image of pleasure and her blue eyes were as bright as I had ever seen them. I was so distracted by her riding my cock that when she asked, "What cha thinkin'?" Without thinking, I told her the truth. "I'm thinking about what John asked you for his birthday."
She looked me in the eyes but she never missed a beat as she ground her pussy into me. "Me, too," was her simple reply.
Wow was all I could think or maybe I was not thinking. If she is thinking about it, it might just happen.
Cindy rode me for a few more seconds before I exploded into her like I have many times before especially now that I had been fixed. With a self satisfied smile she dismounted me and lay down beside me, cradling herself in my arm with her head on my shoulder.
As we lay there together she was fidgeting with her long blonde hair when the discussion started with Cindy saying, "He'd never see it coming..." We talked about it for over an hour, alternatively talking ourselves into it and out of it. That was the way it was for the next week.
We would decide to give John what he wanted and then decide against it. Cindy even brought up the Jan's pictures I have; a surprise to me because I thought I had hidden them when I had encrypted the folder. Cindy said, "It would only be fair since I had spent so much time ogling Jan's dirty pictures."
The weekend finally came and it was still up in the air about whether or not Cindy was going to give John the birthday present he requested. There was nothing out of the ordinary when Jan dropped John off to watch the game with us and took our kids for the afternoon.
Cindy was dressed in her normal jeans and t-shirt. The first game ended and nothing about her talk or actions indicated she intended to do anything but watch the game. I was feeling a little disappointment after the build up through the week but it was probably for the best.
John and I were concentrating on the game and did not notice Cindy slip out just before the first half two minute warning. It was not until the first half ended that I noticed Cindy's absence. During half time John and I took care of personal needs and gathered our provisions for the second half.
As we settled in for the second half there was still no Cindy. It was not until just before the kick off that she reappeared. Immediately I knew John was getting his birthday wish because she came in wearing a black silk shorty robe that barely covered her ass and had a red ribbon around her waist and a big bow in front. In her hand she carried her "special friend" a pink wand type vibrator with a round vibrating head.
