When Lisa returned from the bathroom, I felt the far cushion of the sofa depress under her weight as she sat on it. As far as I could tell, there was no movement or sound for the minutes that followed, so eventually I stole a glimpse of her with my right eye. Because my feet were up on the sofa, my bent legs blocked my view of Lisa's face, arms, and upper torso, but I could see all of her legs. Beyond my feet and to the left, I was quite surprised to see Lisa's white jeans unbuttoned with the fly pulled down. The thumb of her left hand held the base of the fly away from her crotch, giving her right hand space to freely and silently masturbate under the cover of her cotton panties. My knees blocked Lisa's view of my face, so I freely watched her, and after a few seconds passed, she slouched further to give herself better access to her pussy. The fingers of her right hand had settled into a rhythm in stroking her clitoris.
I had seen Lisa masturbate only twice before. Each time she was drunk, and I'm fairly certain that she wouldn't masturbate for an audience while she's sober, because she'd be too self-conscious. The first time I saw her masturbate, she did it only because I had asked her to. I suspected it would be arousing for us both, but I wanted to know. It turned out to be incredibly arousing, leading into a very physical and energetic, but very impersonal and unemotional, fuck. It wasn't the sort of sex that would typify a loving couple, but would more likely typify porn-star fucking.
Lisa doesn't like porn, though. She thinks it's gross. I happen to agree with her. On the other hand, a Hollywood-type thriller with prolonged, passionate sex scenes can sometimes have an effect on me, and they can get Lisa going, too. The second time I saw Lisa masturbate occurred when we were drinking wine and watching such a movie in our living room. The movie centered around a married couple and featured a graphic sex scene of the cheating wife with her new lover. After the sex scene, Lisa playfully reached over and put her hand on my crotch to see if my dick was hard. It was.
"Oh, look at that. You're going to make me jealous," she joked.
"Sorry, can't help it."
"Why's that? You find her attractive?"
"Well, yeah! Look at her!"
"I saw her. I know. Does that mean your dick gets hard every time you see an attractive woman?"
"No, of course not."
"So why is your dick hard now?" She placed her hand back onto my crotch. I hesitated to answer, so she tried to coax an answer out of me. "Does it turn you on to see her naked?" She slowly rubbed my crotch, up and down. "Does it turn you on to see her having sex?"
I was still afraid to answer as she continued to slowly rub my hard dick through my pants. I wasn't completely sure she wasn't trying to pick an alcohol-induced fight. She stopped rubbing my crotch and reached toward the coffee table in front of us.
"I'll tell you what," she proposed, "how about you masturbate while watching her have sex, since she turns you on so much." She picked up the remote control as I began to protest.
"No, it's not like that. I don't want to jerk off to her."
"Sure you do." She began rewinding the film toward the start of the sex scene. "Isn't that how all straight boys masturbate? By fantasizing about girls?"
"Well, yeah, but -"
"Right, so I want to see it." She found the start of the sex scene and paused. "It's only fair. A couple months ago you asked me to masturbate for you, and I did it for you, because you asked me to. Now I'm asking you to masturbate for me, so you have to do it."
I had no workable counterargument to that, but I was stunned into inaction. Recognizing this, Lisa made another proposal.
"How about I masturbate with you to make it easier?" She stood and unceremoniously undressed, heaping her clothes on the floor. Then she laid down at the far end of the couch, facing me more than the television, placing one foot on the floor and the other on the cushion between us, against the back of the couch. There lay my adorable naked wife, her thin, tanned legs spread with her tight little pussy on full display. Normally she keeps it shaved, but on this occasion some of her pubic hair had visibly grown in, forming a neat little triangle of blond stubble. "Go ahead," she said, "Take it out. Let me see it." To encourage me further, she sensually slid her left hand down her belly until her fingers met the hood over her clitoris. Her right hand held the remote control, pointed at the television, ready to press the play button.
By now I knew this was not some sort of trap to initiate a fight. Instead she was initiating some sexual exploration that required my cooperation. I had all the encouragement I needed, so I stood, removed all my clothes as she had done, and sat back down. I wrapped my right hand around my cock and looked at her as I began stroking it. She smiled and began stroking her clitoris at the same time. Within a few seconds her smile faded, as it was replaced by a more serious expression.
"Don't watch me," she said, "Watch her." She pressed play. Then she turned up the volume of the television.
I did as I was told. I jerked off as I watched that beautiful actress's clothes come off. There was brief full frontal nudity, and then the actress was on her back, her lover holding her close and kissing her passionately. An up-close kissing shot was replaced by a full-body shot, so we could see her lover pumping into her as they made love, her legs wrapped around him. Her breasts rocked back and forth with the motion of their lovemaking. The whole scene was probably about a minute long, and concluded with the two of them reaching orgasm simultaneously. I jerked off through all of it, fully aroused.
"Did you like that?" Lisa asked. I turned to look at her. The fingers of her left hand continued to rub at her clitoris as she looked back at me, still with a serious expression. She waited for my answer.
"Yes."
"Let's watch it again." She pressed rewind on the remote control and replayed the scene.
I watched and obediently jerked off, although I didn't mind doing it at all. If Lisa weren't around, maybe I would jerk off while watching this sex scene by myself. At the actress's full frontal nudity, Lisa pressed pause.
"There you go," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"Look at her. Take a good look while you masturbate."
Once again I wondered if this was a trap, and for a moment my apprehension returned. But with the movie paused, the room was quiet, and I could hear Lisa's breathing had become heavier as she continued to stroke her clitoris. It wouldn't be long before she has an orgasm. So I faced the television and jerked off while looking at the beautiful naked actress.
"That's a good boy," Lisa teased. Her breathing became more audible, and soon I heard a whimper. Her orgasm was approaching. She was far more aroused than I was at this point. "She's hot, isn't she?"
I thought I finally understood where Lisa's head was at, so I lost my hesitation to answer her questions honestly. "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, she's hot."
"She has nice tits, doesn't she?"
"Yes, her tits are nice."
Lisa's heavy breathing gave way to another whimper. "What would you like to do with her tits?"
