He Wanted to Watch

I knew what my husband wanted. It wasn't a big secret. He had come right out and said it. "You know what turn me on? I want to watch you make yourself cum!" But knowing what he wanted and giving it to him are two entirely different things. I had seen how excited he got when my fingers slid over my throbbing clit while his cock slid deeply into my pussy. As my orgasms ripped through me, he would thrust harder and faster. My fingers knew exactly how to pull another knee-trembler from my engorged clit. I knew he could feel those fingers stroking me, feeling his hard shaft filling me and my caressing his balls as he thrust in and out of me. Those sessions were always the best, producing the strongest orgasms and the leaving me gasping and close to passing out in ecstasy. But a solo performance was another matter entirely. Unlike most women (or so I have read), masturbation never has been easy for me. Once or twice a year in over ten years of a highly satisfying sex life was all that I had needed. But my husband deserved this little diversion and I wanted to give it to him. I picked my night carefully. I wanted to surprise him so I dropped some hints about being tired which was our own little code that signaled a nonsexual evening. I took a hot shower, and headed off to bed early leaving my husband in front of the TV. When he came to bed, I was ready and I can only imagine what he thought when he came into the room. There I was, naked in the middle of the bed with my legs spread wide for him. The room was lit by candles but I had positioned a desk lamp to provide a pool of light that illuminated the area between my thighs. He stopped dead in his tracks and I had to laugh as his cock immediately responded to the sight and jutted out of his robe. I had the undivided attention of my audience. I took a deep breath and started the show... Despite my nervousness, I was ready. I hoped that the wetness that I felt between my legs was glistening in the light. My hands slid over my breasts, lightly grazing my nipples which were already hard and providing a pleasant aching sensation. I spread my legs as far as I could and brought my hands down my sides to cup my ass cheeks and to slowly and enticingly spread myself so that my husband could see every detail of me. My fingers lightly traced my labia and I heard my husband's intake of breath as I spread the moisture down toward my pussy. Normally I would have to work very hard with my imagination to drive myself toward orgasm but just the act itself was now more than enough. I gasped myself as my pussy was becoming ever so wet from the excitement. Now my fingers were tracing my lips, dipping into my pussy. I could feel my clit throbbing in anticipation but I wanted to make this last as long as possible so I kept my hands away from that hot button. I could feel my husband's eyes boring into me watching my every move. He took a step closer to the bed and I watched with amazed eyes as a huge drop of pre-cum pulsed out of the head of his cock and fell in long strand towards the floor. My pussy responded with a throb of its own, coating my fingers and they roamed up and down my slit. A moan escaped my lips. This was far easier and more exciting than I had ever imagined. I could feel my nipples getting even harder and the ache they produced spread downward toward my pleasure holes. The aching sensation swept over my clit which peeked out from its hood and begged for attention. But the time was not yet right. I pushed two fingers into my pussy which was literally swimming in my juices. I continued to finger myself and I immersed myself in the feeling of immesnse pleasure. I loved it when my pussy was filled with my husband's cock. And now that feeling came over me again as I lay there under my lover's eyes as he watched me playing with myself. He was enjoying it, and I truly was as well. My orgasm was approaching. I hadn't even touched my clit and the tightening of my stomach muscles that signaled the oncoming explosion was taking over my senses. I brought my thumb up to touch my throbbing button which I continued my own penetration. A flash of light arced across my vision. I couldn't stop now, if I had wanted to. Why didn't I do this more often? I stared at my husband, forcing his gaze from my glistening pussy and as our eyes locked I reached the climax that I had been reaching for. I had to force myself to keep my legs open as my orgasm overtook me. My stomach muscles tightened and I arched off of the bed. Sexual heat poured from between my thighs as I pushed my fingers as deeply as I could into my throbbing hole and flicked my engorged clit. The flashes of light became bolts of lightning. I bounced wildly on the bed as the sensations overwhelmed me. My orgasm climbed to a peak, detonated and then climbed again pulling a scream of joy from my mouth. The orgasms kept coming in little machine-gun like pulses. I could feel my pussy clamp down on my fingers, and it felt endless. I tried to keep my eyes locked on my lover but the continual firing of nerve impulses kept pulling them closed. It was like trying to sneeze without closing your eyes. I couldn't do it. My eyes flew open though when I felt drops hitting on my upturned legs. My husband's cock which I had never even seen him touch during my performance was suddenly pouring out in action. It certainly appears that he liked the show. I think I'll make sure that he gets some more chances to watch me. As much as I know he enjoyed it, I surprisingly found excitement in it also. I can't wait until the next time.