Touching Myself

The afternoon was quiet.  The temperature was cool and a soft spring rain fell outside my open window. I felt aroused but I was alone.  I went into my room and took off my shirt, then my bra, and stared at my full breasts in the mirror.  The sight of my breasts made me moist. I stood in front of the open window letting the breeze caress me. I was relaxed and feeling very sexy. I took off my pants and then my lace panties. For a moment I savored being naked.  I decided to climb into my cool sheets and enjoy this moment. The feeling of the sheets across my nipples made me pulse between my legs.  I wished that my husband was here to watch me, but realized that his absense was an opportunity to explore myself without fear.

I rubbed my nipples between two fingers all the while watching myself in the mirror.  I could feel my wetness and pulsating increase.  I began to massage my breast with my hands more vigorously.  My arousal intensified until I could not restrain from touching my clitoris.  I grabbed a bottle of lubricant and squirtted it on my nipples and my clit. With one had I rubbed my breasts and with other I rubbed between my legs with the palm of my hand.  I moved my hips with the movement of my hand. My legs spread wide I took my fingers and shoved them inside of myself over and over until my fingers dripped with my sexuality.

I heard footsteps and the door open. I knew it was my husband so I didn’t stop I only did it harder and louder.  He came into the room after following the sounds of my passion.  My eyes met his. His eyes travelled down to watch me masturbate.  He quickly undressed and stood at the foot of the bed.  The sight of his hard penis was more than I could bear.  I went into a full, deep orgasm squirting my juice.  He couldn’t hold back either.  He walked closer to me still standing, but now stroking himself.  It took only seconds for his cum to shower me.