My wife Erica and I have been together for over twenty years. We're both in our mid-forties and, though she's had two kids, she still looks ten years younger and there's not a stretch mark on her body. She's not a diet and exercise nut, but she's naturally well shaped and very, very sexy. Her breasts are a large B cup or a small C, and because she always wears a bra, they are still firm and perky without the slightest bit of sag. I still get an erection every time I see her naked, but I have to admit that hasn't happened very often lately. We both have good intentions, but our sex life has dwindled down to maybe once or twice a month, at best.
So I started to turn to the internet for porn. Every night, several hours after everyone else in the house had gone to bed, I'd sit alone in my home office and surf for pictures that excited me. At first it was the standard stuff, pictures of naked women, and couples fucking and sucking. I especially liked pictures that featured women going down on me that featured the woman's face and the guy's cock. Pictures like this of blonde, blue-eyed, pale-skinned women (like my wife) sucking on big cocks got me especially excited, especially when the woman was taking a face or mouthful of cum. I also found "gloryhole" pictures--with women orally and manually servicing an anonymous cock stuck through a hole in the wall--to be really hot.
After a while I collected a good number of pictures like this, and I started to search the various erotic story sites for additional stimulation. I'd cue up my favorite pictures on a slideshow and read a story, all the while playing with my cock. Initially I found the threesome stories most appealing, both those with two women and a man and those with two men and a woman. Then one night I stumbled on a cuckold story...it featured a woman who caught her husband cheating with his secretary, and she decided to punish him by forcing him to watch her have sex with another man. This story made my body course with erotic sensations that I really hadn't felt since my earliest sexual experiences in high school and college...a kind of delicious tension that went beyond ordinary sexual excitement. I stroked myself slowly while reading it, afraid I'd climax before the story did. I had to stop reading and stroking several times to control my tempo. When I reached the part at the end where the wife straddled her husbands face and made him lap up the creamy deposit her lover had left in her pussy, I came so hard I couldn't contain it with the two tissues I typically used to blot up the mess. Cum poured out and overflowed the tissues onto my pants and my boxer shorts.
I spent the next few nights scouring for the best stories. I generally liked cuckold stories of all types better than all other stories, but the one's that got me the hottest were the ones where the husband was made to watch his wife and her lover. The stories where husbands would arrange another man to seduce his wife were almost as exciting, but the stories where the wife went off with the lover and had sex without the husband watching just weren't as hot. Every time I found a story about a man who was forced to watch his wife have sex with another man, it had the same effect on my orgasm, and I found myself cumming so hard that I would soak and overrun three or even four tissues. I made a collection of my favorite stories on my hard drive.
On these first nights after I found the cuckold story, I tried to find pictures to match the stories, but really didn't have any luck. For some reason there were just not a lot of pictures illustrating this kind of fantasy. Instead, over several nights I made up a special slideshow of my favorite pictures showing women who looked a lot like my wife, and especially showing them giving head and taking loads of cum on their faces or in their pussies. Once I had the right sequence of about fifty pictures I started to page through it slowly, imagining a scenario where a man had sex with Erica right in front of me. A few pictures into the process I started to fantasize out loud...it excited me even more, and it reinforced the idea that this was my wife I was watching.
This was probably the most exciting masturbation ever. I used a little bit of lubricant and as I slowly worked my hand up and down my cock I quietly said things like "Suck it, Erica, suck that big cock," and "That's it baby, make me watch while you get that huge cock in your tight blonde pussy." I was on the edge of coming the whole time I stroked myself, and had to go slow and tug my balls occasionally to keep from cumming too soon.
I was looking at one picture about halfway through the set, and saying to myself "Oh, Erica, that cock looks so good in your pussy. Are you going to make me eat the cum out of you when you are done?"
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard my wife's voice behind me "Is that what you'd want me to do, John?" I scrambled to cover myself up and hide the images on the screen, more in reaction to being caught than as a rational response. After all, she obviously knew what I had been doing. Her question was asked in a curious tone, not an accusatory one, as though she really wanted to know if that's what I wanted.
"Is this what you do at night when you don't come to bed?" Again, her voice was soft and she sounded really curious, though maybe a bit concerned.
I was embarrassed, and my heart was pounding a mile a minute. The picture on the screen was taken from below, between a blonde woman's legs, and showed the head of a long cock just easing into her shaved pussy. "Umm, yes, yes it is. Are you angry? Have you been there long?" I turned slowly in my chair, covering myself with both hands. I hadn't had much luck getting my cock, still hard, back into my pants. I looked up at her; she stood in the doorway to my office, dressed in her nightshirt, one hand on the doorknob and the other on the doorframe.
"About five minutes.... Don't worry, I'm not angry. I just wanted to see...I mean, I guess I wanted to know what you were doing. I'm sorry I startled you." She closed the door behind her and locked it, and took a step toward me. The only light in the room was from my computer monitor. She seemed to have a slight smile on her face.
"Well, this is what I do at night." I was starting to feel a little defensive, now that I had gotten over the shock. "I mean, we don't really do stuff...sex...much any more, and I have to get some relief." I was sitting in a desk chair facing her. She pulled over a wheeled stool and sat down in front of me, her knees touching mine. She reached over and took both my hands in hers, exposing my cock, which had begun to shrink.
She looked me in the eyes. "I don't mind, John. I know you want more sex than I do.... I guess it's sweet that you take care of things yourself and try not to bother me." She looked down at my cock. "And you have such a nice cock. It was turning me on to watch you play with it, especially since you were fantasizing about me." She put my hands back on my dick, which had begun to swell once again. "Play with it for me. Tell me what you were thinking about."
