Discovering her secret

I absolutely LOVE the idea of a woman masturbating. Thinking about it, pictures of it, videos of women satisfying themselves, and especially watching it live. Just thinking about it makes me horny.

It probably stems from my mildly conservative midwestern upbringing, where we didn't discuss sex much. Self pleasure was definitely not a subject for open discussion. Whatever I knew about masturbation, I learned about in sex ed at school, and I certainly never imagined how arousing it would become.

I love the idea of my sexy wife masturbating. I remember vividly the first time I ever saw her touch herself. We were laying naked on the living room couch together after sex, basking in the afterglow of our orgasms. Apparently not completely satisfied, she dipped her finger in a nearby glass of champagne and stroked her nipples with it. They immediately perked up again - both from the chill of the liquid and her touch. She sucked her finger clean, then reached down and touched her clit. I was hooked! She didnt take it much further that night - she wasnt ready to share her secrets with me yet.

She's always considered masturbation a private thing, to be enjoyed alone or behind closed doors. But I love knowing what's going on in her sexy mind. It's such a turn-on to know that a woman is excited, wanting, needy, and that no one knows better how to satisfy those cravings.

We were still quite young and in our first house. One Saturday morning I had to go to the office for a bit. I'm usually an early riser, while she sleeps in on weekends. Before getting out of bed I played with her breasts for a while, enjoying the soft fullness while her nipples came to life in perky buds. Moving down to caress her shapely ass, I slipped a finger between her legs and found she was already warm and wet. Game on!

My plan was to have a day-long seduction, priming us both for a hot Saturday evening of sex. We both love being seduced, so that would ensure we were wildly horny in the evening. I planned to send her some suggestive messages from work to feed the fire. Then after work, while we went through our day, I'd kiss her, pinch her ass, or fondle a tit - then break away with an evil smile.

At one point I mentioned how hot it was that she was already wet when I slipped out of bed that morning, and I loved knowing that she was so excited. Then she replied "well it was even hotter after you left. You had me so worked up that I couldn't get back to sleep until I got some relief. So I had to take care of it myself"

At that point in our lives, we had not had the courage to buy any sex toys, so I knew she had simply used her fingers to get herself off. It's the first time she had confessed to masturbating, and what an erotic thrill to have her tell me about it! We couldn't wait for our evening plans, so we stripped down and got to business immediately.

Later that night, I wanted to explore the subject a bit further. I needed to know more about her self pleasure, so I asked if it was a regular activity. Turns out that while I was at work, and she was feeling a bit randy, she'd get into 'my' collection of porn mags (I never knew her to be interested till then). She'd read some of the letters submitted by readers, get herself sufficiently worked into a frenzy, and get herself off! That got me so worked up that we quickly fucked again while she told me about her favorite stories.

Armed with my new knowledge, when I'd get a new issue, I tell her about a particular story that might get her worked up. Still shy, she'd dismiss the idea - but I always hope she 'helps herself' while I am at work - in more ways than one! As foreplay, a few times I've earmarked a really hot story. Then I 'suggest' she take it into the bedroom and read for a while. I wait patiently in the living room, sipping my drink and wondering what she's up to.

After waiting several painfully slow minutes, I walked to our bedroom. It was such a turn-on to find that she was resting her head on the pillow, lying face down. The book was open in front of her, propped by one hand. I looked down her sexy body, across the curve of her ass and between her spread legs. There was her other hand! Her fingers plunged noisily in and out of her wet pussy, and I could hear the squishy sounds they made. Hearing me come in, she commented 'come on in - it smells like pussy in here!'

Needless to say, we were both sufficiently turned on that we got right into a hot, fast, sweaty fuck session. I guess that type of 'foreplay' was going to be a winner!

Maybe I'll leave this story somewhere she can find it, hoping that she recognizes our sexy experiences and it gets her juices flowing. Then I'll ask her if she 'got some relief' while I was at work!