Catching Wife Masturbating: A Wild and Erotic Story
It was a warm day and the sun was setting, but the sun’s rays were still strong and the air was still humid. My wife, who we’ll call Susan, was sprawled out on the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of white panties and a tank top. The tank top had ridden up and exposed a tantalizing view of her pert breasts, and I had to stop myself from drooling.
I had been home from work for a few hours and was getting ready to go to bed when I heard a noise coming from our bedroom. I hesitated for a moment and listened closer, and then I heard it again – a low moan. I opened the door and peered inside, and that’s when I saw Susan, lying on the bed, her legs spread wide, one hand slowly moving up and down her bare thigh.
I must have made a noise because she suddenly looked up, her eyes wide and her face flushed. I could feel my heart racing as I stood there, unable to move or speak. She didn’t seem to know what to do, so she just lay there, her breathing heavy and her eyes never leaving mine. Finally, I stepped inside and closed the door, never taking my eyes off her.
I slowly walked closer, and she shifted on the bed, pulling her legs together. As I got nearer, I could see the way her body was trembling and the way her nipples were hard and pressing against her tank top. I stepped closer still and reached out to touch her, and she let out a small gasp as I brushed my fingers against her chest.
She was so warm and so responsive that I couldn’t help myself, and I leaned down and kissed her hungrily. She moaned into my mouth and I could feel her body melting under my touch. I kissed her neck and her shoulders, and then I ran my hands over her body, exploring every curve and every inch of her.
As I touched her, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. I could feel her trembling and breathing becoming faster and faster, and I knew that she was close to coming. I moved my hands around to her front and slipped my fingers inside her panties, feeling her wetness as I began to rub her clitoris.
She was so aroused that it didn’t take long for her to let out a long, loud moan and shudder in pleasure. I felt her body tense and then relax as the orgasm exploded through her. When it was over, I kissed her softly and then lay down beside her, holding her close and stroking her hair.
She lay there in my arms for a few minutes, still trembling slightly, before finally turning to look at me. Her eyes were still wide, and her cheeks were flushed, but there was a hint of a smile on her face. We just lay there, looking into each other’s eyes, until she finally spoke.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I didn’t mean to get caught.”
I just smiled and kissed her forehead, then said, “Let’s just keep it our secret. No one else needs to know.”
She nodded and I kissed her again, and then I rolled over and went to sleep. The next morning, we both got up and went about our day, but there was something different in the air, a kind of electricity that hadn’t been there before. We shared a look that said a lot without saying anything and I knew that things between us had changed.
That night, when we went to bed, I reached out and pulled her close, and I could feel the heat from her body as I embraced her. We kissed, slowly and passionately, exploring each other’s mouths, and I felt her body respond to my touch. I moved my hands slowly and caressed her curves, and I could feel her desire building until she couldn’t take it anymore.
She pushed me away, and then reached down and pulled her panties off, tossing them to the side. She looked me in the eyes and said, “I want you, now.” I didn’t need any more encouragement and I moved on top of her, pressing my hard cock against her wet entrance. She moaned in pleasure as I entered her and I felt her muscles clench around me as I began to thrust.
We moved together in a perfect rhythm, each movement pushing us higher and higher until we reached the pinnacle of pleasure. I felt her body shudder as she came and I followed her over the edge, our bodies trembling and then coming to rest. We lay there together for a few moments, still connected, and then we kissed again.
This time, our kiss was gentle and loving, and I realized that this was just the beginning. We had crossed a line that night, and I knew that our relationship would never be the same. We had acknowledged a part of ourselves that we had kept hidden for so long, and it felt amazing.
We continued to explore our sexuality, indulging in wilder and more daring acts, and it felt wonderful. We were able to talk freely and honestly about our desires and fantasies, and it was incredibly liberating. We went on to explore different roles, trying out different positions and scenarios, and we never stopped learning new and exciting things.
Catching my wife masturbating that night was the first step in a new and exciting journey. We are still on that journey, and I am so glad to have her with me.
