"What did you say? You want me to just stand here naked?"
She sounded kind of confused. Just out of our shower, doing her last bit of drying as she wandered into the bedroom. I had my pants down, lying on our bed.
"Yes."
"And do what?"
"Just stand there, be my sex object for a minute." She was bewildered. "You don't want to have sex and I gotta get off, my balls are hurting. And I'd rather spank the monkey with a real woman than some pictures or a video."
I didn't hold it against her, not wanting sex. We're 50-something and it's sometimes gotten harder to coordinate our drives. But we were both cool about it, so I was taking in the pleasure of my wife's body while I was leisurely getting a chubby.
"Spank the...!? You are completely infantile,"she kind of smirked. "Fine, I'll play, but I'm not sure how to be a sex object exactly.
"Do you want me to shake my boobs?" She hung them down and wiggled. "You want to suck my milky udders? Or maybe you can splurge your own white stuff all over them." She shuddered at the thought. "What naked thing can I do for that Kielbasa of yours?"
"I don't want us to touch, I only want to see you, hear you, and have my blast. Do whatever you want. But don't make fun of me, that truly isn't a turn on."
Rebecca's body is pretty normal. Super round, with a full caboose and thighs, a smallish waist, and largish breasts. There were a few extra pounds and some cellulite, but my extras were well ahead of hers. I loved her so much that seeing her nude in front of me was more than nice enough for my wank, that's for sure.
"I'm sorry, I'll try and be your slut." Her face flashed through a thousand thoughts. "I honestly want to do something to be sexy for you." She bent over a little and stuck out her rear end. "You like seeing my jelly bottom." She was plumping her cheeks up and down a little. She thought it was way too fat -she was a woman, after all- but she knew her behind totally did it for me.
"Or should I dance a sex dance?" Now her whole body was jumping. "Wait, wait, Wait. I feel so stupid."
"Seriously, don't do anything you don't want to do. You're making me solid just being alive and naked in front of me." Stupid she might be feeling, but I was growing in my hand as she was galavanting.
"OK, I'll just stand here." She stopped everything and stood ramrod straight with her hands by her sides. "If my fat old bod is good enough for your pleasure, so be it." She gave her whole self another tiny wiggle.
"Oh, come on. I just want to jerk it to you." We had a pretty equal relationship, even when it came to sex. But sometimes, I just wanted her to be a little submissive to my carnal needs.
"OK, OK, mmmm, your mushroom is peeping out, that puts me in the mood to put you in the mood. Hmmm hmm good." Her eyes drank in the scene in front of her and she began to relax.
Watching Rebecca was always arousing to me. She wasn't usually aware that I was getting off on her nudity because I knew it would make her self conscious and that would end its intoxicating powers. But, I loved seeing her with nothing on, always.
"Now I'm horny and wet watching you masturbate." She was coming towards me. "Maybe my mood's changing so we could have a little of the ol' in and out."
"No!" I shouted a little too loud, startling her. "Sorry. It's just I love doing it like this. My head's into it now. Usually, it's me and a sleazy story and pictures and you are so much hotter."
"You do this a lot? Jerk off without me?" She was a little disappointed.
I've loved masturbating since I discovered it at 12. Until I got married the first time in my 30s I feel like I did it every night I was alone, and even with all the girlfriends over the years that was still a whole lot of nights. Rebecca, not so much. There's a part of me that suspects she actually never masturbated, or at least, not a lot. She was plenty orgasmic when we were together, she loved our sex, but it didn't seem she needed a solo release nearly as much as I did.
"You know I like to make myself cum..." I started, a little defensively.
"It actually turns me on to think of you doing it by yourself. It's all good, it's just that..." She stopped. "Enough! I'm here to help you get you to pop. I'm your live porn model for the day. Let me strike a pose."
Rebecca was flashing through a lot of faux model poses, laughing, making me laugh too. Her woman parts were bumping around while she moved, making her even funnier.
"But I want to get you off," and her voice got a little lower. "I want to watch you slide up and down your big stiffie, watching it getting more and more... You know, help your goo shoot out."
Her hands were flowing all over her body now. "I want you to take in all of my naked body. You can see where you could be putting that stiff dick inside me..." and she parted her lips. Her mouth lips first, with her tongue rolling around, and then her other lips too.
"You like my hairy pussy, don't you?" I nodded. "You love the idea that my mouth would make your dickie all slick and wet, and then you could shove it straight up my hairy hole." We both whimpered at the same time.
"My 'hairy hole.' You're into it when I say that, don't you? You enjoy the very idea of it. You want me to shave my 'hairy hole' for you, yes?" My head was bobbing. "Well, I'm not going to." Sigh. "Because if I shaved it you couldn't get the bright pink surprise inside of my hairy black box." She was opening and closing her already soggy gash.
"But hold on. Stop. Stop stroking yourself." What?! "You're not going to fire just yet."
"Hey, this is my time!"
"Hey buster," she smiled. "If you want your own personal peep show, the peep-ee get a say it in too. Hey, 'peep-ee', get it? You like that too, don't you? Peep-ee?"
I reluctantly nodded.
