Michelle was having trouble falling asleep. Brian, as usual, was out almost immediately, but Michelle's mind would not slow down from rehashing the events of the past few days, or revisiting that intimate scene in the book she was reading, or fantasizing about the young couple she saw sneaking into the men's bathroom at the mall that day. The girl had made eye contact with her and smiled as her boyfriend excitedly pulled her in for what Michelle assumed was a quick, intimate encounter.
She wasn't sure why that little glance and smile aroused her so much -- was it possibly the risk of being caught doing something fun but naughty? Or maybe it was that for a second, she imagined the look the girl gave her was an invitation to follow them and add to their excitement by watching, or maybe even joining them.
She'd been aroused all day and worn cute, sexy-but-not-sleazy pajamas to bed with thoughts of seducing Brian when he got home -- he never turned her down and knew exactly how to address any needs she had. But the more she thought about it, that bit of eye contact was her private fantasy -- she wanted to enjoy it herself, first.
For a second, she thought of sneaking off to the den or game room where she could have some private time free of the risk of being caught. But then, like her couple earlier that day, the risk was part of the escapade. As Brian laid peacefully sleeping just inches away, one hand went in her top and caressed one of her 36D tits while the other slipped into her panties, down the soft fur covering her womanhood until excited wetness invited her finger inside.
She wasn't able to fully suppress the moan that slipped out when her finger went in, but at this point if her husband woke up, he would wake to a show. He had watched her masturbate many times, often encouraging her while she did it.
Her hips pushed forward to welcome the pleasure her own touch promised. As she moved her finger in and out, she remembered the look in the girl's eyes and thousands of nerve endings between her legs came alive, starting intense pleasure that would soon race throughout her body. Then, she let the finger linger deep inside her pussy, and as she swirled it around, her hips pulsed back and forth searching for each additional increment of pleasure.
As self-induced pleasure mingled with her fantasy, the girl stopped at the door, prolonged their eye contact, and gestured Michelle to follow them. Michelle felt tingling between her legs as she followed them into the bathroom, then a stall. The tingling was starting to spread through her body, but she wanted to delay her orgasm just long enough to see what the fantasy girl wanted. As the girl kissed her and pushed her tongue into Michelle's mouth, Michelle could delay her orgasm no longer. She rubbed her clit for a moment as the fantasy girl passionately kissed her, then when she asked Michelle to suck her boyfriend's dick, Michelle again pushed her finger deep inside her pussy.
"Oooooohhhh... uhhhhhhhhh..." she quietly moaned as she briefly sucked the unknown young man's dick while his girlfriend slid her hand inside Michelle's shirt and bra. But finally her orgasm overpowered her fantasy. Her body tensed, then spasmed, and her muffled moans could no longer be suppressed. As waves or unbelievable pleasure raced through her body, her audible signs of her orgasm filled the quiet room.
"Is everything OK, Sweetheart?" Brian asked groggily as Michelle's orgasm surged through her body sending tingling pleasure throughout.
"Yeah, Babe -- sorry about that," she whispered as her body slowly recovered. "I thought I could do it without waking you up."
"Not a problem -- it's been a while since you've done it. Do you want any help?"
Michelle was still coming down from a very intense, satisfying orgasm and wanted to let her physical satisfaction turn into sleep, where she hopefully dream about her fantasy couple. She needed Brian to take matters into his own hands.
"I just came REALLY hard, so I'm pretty satisfied. You can go back to sleep," she offered. "Or, if you want to, you could do yourself while I tell you what got me so hot and bothered tonight..."
"Yeah, sure -- as long as you don't mind me doing myself."
"I've never minded you doing that. I love it when you do it, and I think it's so sexy when I catch you -- or when you catch me..."
Brian was hard by the time Michelle finished asking him to masturbate for her. As he reached under the covers and slipped off his boxers, she kissed him just like the young girl had kissed her in her fantasy. While he started pumping his hand up and down his hardness, Michelle told him about the brief encounter at the mall, then the enhanced fantasy version she used while fingering herself. Then she kissed him again, and when she felt his body twitching, she softly bit his lower lip. His moans struggled to escape his mouth as her tongue dove deep inside it, but his ejaculate had no problem shooting across his body and part of hers. When she felt the tension in his body lessen, she released his tongue and used hers to clean the drops from his chest and stomach. Once the last globule of his ejaculate was gone, she kissed him again, sharing the taste of his manhood with him. Finally, she laid her head on his shoulder and was able to relax for the first time that night.
"Very hot fantasy, Sweetie," Brian said as caressed her hair. "Thanks for sharing it with me."
"I'm glad you liked it, Babe. Thanks for jacking off for me."
"Any time," Brian answered, smiling she had used the J O term. "So have you fantasized about women before?"
"You've brought it up a few times..." she answered, "...but I don't think I've ever fantasized about a woman before. But there was something about the way she looked at me as she followed him into the men's room. I haven't been able to get that out of my mind. Does it bother you I fantasized about her, or her boyfriend?"
"No, it doesn't bother me. You know I fully support you exploring fantasies about women. You just have to tell me all about it later. As far as sucking someone else, we'll need to talk more about that if that's something you want to try."
Michelle muttered some reply to Brian's last comment, but it was unintelligible and followed by deep, content breathing. As his beautiful wife slept on his shoulder, and his body was sexually content, Brian fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
* * * * * * * * * *
Michelle and Brian had been married over 20 years. She was very inexperienced when they met and only had one other partner before her husband. But as they fell in love and she learned how amazing intimate sex was, she became a willing, adventurous partner. Once they were married, every room and every car were initiated, every dark parking spot was an opportunity, and every road trip was an unlimited menu of new sexual adventures.
Michelle had never masturbated until Brian convinced her to try it after they were married. Once she learned the joys of self-pleasure, she became an enthusiastic, regular practitioner of this form of sexual satisfaction as well. She did it any time he asked her to, in the bath or shower, next to him as he slept, and even a couple of times on her drive to work. It was amazing to her that this much pleasure was available to her any time, almost any place, and totally within her control. It was also amazing that the more she told Brian about her doing it, the better their sex life became. How had her family convinced her for so long that this was as taboo as any horror she could imagine?
When the twins were born, couple sex became difficult, usually when the babies were asleep, and only if they could finish in time for a nap themselves. Time where they could lay together naked, to talk about their future, or even their wants and desires, was more difficult to come by - self-pleasure became extremely important for both of them.
Once the twins were old enough to attend sleep overs, Michelle and Brian again had time to be man and woman, instead of Mom and Dad, and occasionally make love. For one evening they could lay together naked, talk, and explore each other's bodies. But these rare episodes were as much about reconnecting with each other as they were for the well-deserved orgasm.
It wasn't until the twins were in high school that they got entire weekends alone. Making love one night sometimes led to hot, sexy, intense fucking the following evening. Still, these were much more the exception than the rule. Her finger, and the vibrator Brian's work friend bought her, were still her most reliable means of relief.
Now the twins were freshmen in college, and at first, the silence that filled the once chaotic home was deafening. Laundry was occasional instead of constant, meals were quick and easy, and evenings were oddly mundane. But one night, when Brian asked if there was anything in particular Michelle wanted to watch, she reached in his lap and rubbed his dick.
"I want to watch you fuck me," she said very casually.
instead of sneaking off to their bedroom, Brian undressed Michelle there in the game room. Then she undressed him, and clothing was thrown haphazardly wherever it landed instead of being put neatly away. Then, instead of immediately engaging in sex like they had done the past 18 years, he opened a bottle of wine. They shared a glass while looking at each other and anticipating the pleasure they would soon share, then Brian put his finger in his glass, rubbed some on Michelle's nipple, and licked it off. Next, he poured some on his erection, and she cleaned that up as well. Soon, the sounds of unmuffled sexual moans and passionate screams drowned out the silence they had become used to.
"OK, I really needed that," Michelle whispered as she laid her head on his shoulder. They had ended up on a blanket on the game room floor in front of the TV they often watched movies with their family. There was no sneaking off, no locked doors, and the whispers were all about preserving the intimacy of the moment and not about hiding from curious housemates.
"Yeah, me too," Brian responded. "It's been too long since we've been able to do it wherever we wanted, whenever we wanted. I miss that."
"Same," Michelle added. "I do believe that sometime tomorrow I'm going to enjoy reading my book in the den, and when I get to one of those really interesting sections, I'm going to close my eyes and enjoy a nice fantasy without worrying about who might be around. Feel free to watch if you want to!"
"I do believe I will!" Brian said enthusiastically.
