It was hard to believe this was happening. I felt so vulnerable and exposed, and so turned on. My wife knows full well I get off on masturbating in front of her, and that I love pictures of her hand on my cock, but this was another level entirely.
"Okay, coffee time is over for the moment. Hands at your side. Time to get this going". I heard a click and the familiar buzzing of what I knew to be her black vibrator, the one with a main shaft that vibrates and rotates, and an additional protruding rabbit vibrator that rubs against her clit when fully inserted.
Listening intently, so turned on it was hard to bear, I could hear her gasp, hear the vibrations change pitch, and I knew she was inserting it into her pussy, working it in and out. I wanted to be able to talk, I wanted to watch, but I stuck by the rules and just listened to, and pictured, the scene unfolding before me.
"This is pretty hot," she said breathlessly. "Let's have you put your arms out behind, on the bed and lean way back. Yes, now tip your head way back, arch your body as far back as you can. Good, you're like my own personal sex statue" she said with amusement.
We went on like this, me listening, trying to hold the pose, feeling the bed shift, the covers pulling now and then, sometimes feeling her feet on my stomach, sometimes resting on my thighs, and sometimes feeling her toes cupping my balls, all the while the vibrator humming, changing in pitch in response to her increasing movements.
"I'm getting really close," she breathed suddenly. It was then that I felt the bed shift and my wife's feet, braced against my thighs, tensed and started to shake. She cried out through her orgasm, which seemed to come in waves until finally the room was silent and the vibrator was switched off.
"Whew. Come forward a bit, that position's got to be exhausting." she said, a little out of breath, "I suppose it's your turn now. Let's see, how do I want you to cum? Shouldn't be too hard for you to manage..." I could feel her fingers on me, lightly grazing both sides of my neck, brushing my shoulders,
She whispered, "Maybe I should suck you off..." Gently pinching my nipples. "Maybe have you jerk it for me..." Pinching harder to emphasize the word jerk, then running fingers across my stomach, tickling me, making me flinch involuntarily.
"Perhaps I'll let you fuck my tits..." Now I felt fingers back around my buttocks, then down my legs, firmly squeezing, then...
Touch withdrawn, nothing. Just the sound of my increasingly belabored breathing.
"Okay, enough, you poor thing. I'm just teasing you... you've got to be getting tired in that position, why don't you get all the way up on your knees."
I moved up, resting all my weight directly on my knees now, and she told me, "You're going to cum for me. Take both your hands and hold your cock way down at the base so I have good access. Hold it straight up and rigid, yes, just like that. Now, this might be difficult for you, but I need you to try and stay still while you orgasm."
A click, and the vibrator started up with a deep rumble; I could hear her adjusting it through the vibration cycles. All at once I felt her hand at the backside of my shaft, holding it firmly against the vibrator she pressed against the front of my cock, right at the most sensitive spot, under the head, the vibrations seeming to explode into my cock. "Cum for me, cum for me now," she ordered seductively and firmly, and I felt my orgasm begin. My cock first flexed straight up and I could feel the familiar pressure build, followed by uncontrollable throbbing as I came, grunting out loud and spurting cum out in what felt like waves. I tried my best to be still and maintain contact throughout my orgasm, as ordered, until it became too much and I had to back my hips away.
Click. The vibrator turned off. I was once again resting back against my ankles, arms at my sides, out of breath, painting like I'd run a race, utterly spent, and feeling lightheaded.
"Nice job," she said. "I could tell that took some real control. You made quite the mess, cum and oil all over."
Her hand then circled and pumped up and down my cock, and she laughed as she made me squirm and call out with the over-stimulation. "This is for not staying completely still while you came. I wonder, if I kept this up, could I make you cum again? Or just drive you crazy?" she said. "Maybe some other time I'll tie you up to keep you still and see."
Mercifully, she stopped toying with my shaft and moved to grip my balls firmly. "Stay like this for few more minutes, dirty boy. We have to get rid of some of this mess," I felt her wiping her hands off on my stomach, caressing and spreading the oily wetness all around.
I felt her get up from the bed, followed by the sound of a few more shutter clicks. Then a few steps and the sink running, followed by sounds of her getting dressed.
"I'm going to leave the room. When you hear the door close, you can take off that blindfold and pull yourself together."
More rustling as I sat and waited, followed by the sound of the door opening. Just before I heard the door shut, she said, "Clean up all this mess you made, wash and put away my vibrator, and make the bed. Then you can join me in the kitchen and make me another cup of coffee naked. Then I'll let you put your clothes back on and you can tell me what you liked about all this."
I took off the blindfold to a brightly lit room, disheveled blankets overlaid by towels beneath and around me. The vibrator and phone were laid out in front of me. I had cum and oil all over my torso, hands, and legs, and all I could do was laugh to myself and think of how fucking cool and exciting this all was, and how I grateful I was to my wife for making it all happen.
