Wife Masturbates For Me by loyalsockWatching a female masturbate is every males fantasy. Though my marriage put a halt to my self pleasuring it did not put an end to my fantasy of female masturbation,it fascinated me. So, when our marital sex games began to get dull, I boldly suggested to my wife that she try her hand at it for me to see. Being fully into Equal Rights, Jane announced she would show me how she masturbated only if I showed her how I did it. Ladies first I insisted. Jane sat on a yellow canvas chair, one leg up and, to feed my own fantasy, panties on. With two fingers she caressed a pink shallow nipple, gently pinching, pulling and rubbing it until it stood rosy red and stiff. At the same time, the other hand rubbed the crotch of her panties, her middle finger going deeper and deeper into the center crease, pushing the silk in until bahis firmaları it began to darken with her dampness. “As a girl I always used to masturbate with my panties on. “Jane explained. “I pulled the cloth against my clitoris and inner lips while keeping my thighs tightly shut. I learned this technique from another girl we used to do it together in the dorm.” Later she learned other techniques, without panties but with handy smooth objects such as the handle of her hair brush. “My hairbrush handles were always goopy,” she laughed. “The cat loved to lick it.” I handed Jane a hairbrush and, slipping off her panties, she demonstrated how in her post-graduate years she used to get off. This time, she gradually slipped the smooth plastic handle between her dripping lips until it sank all the way in, then pushed it in and out. With the tipobet other hand she massaged her clitoris which, as her excitement began to mount, bobbed its little head in and out in the most fantastic manner. Until then I believed what the sexologists said. That the clitoris, when excited, disappeared like a thief in the night into its tent not Jane’s. By now my own excitement began to mount shedding my shorts, I took my bobbing penis in my right hand (some men prefer their left) and, the way I used to, began the slow ejaculation of my stiff organ’s satiny skin until the glans ballooned up to the size of an overripe plum. Sensing Jane’s approaching orgasm I moved closer and quickened my own strokes to match hers. Then Jane started to moan I moved my working fist faster, pressing the head with thumb above and forefinger on tipobet güvenilir mi the trigger below the cleft-a surefire way to climax on cue. The art of my ejaculation hit Jane right on the button just as she too began to cum, viscosity sinking into the thick black fiber of her bush and with her own gurgling juices below. Our excitement continued even after orgasm and led to our mutually masturbating each other for another simultaneous climax. Mutual masturbation, I came to learn, is the best way to get to know not only your own body but your partner’s as well. I became familiar with where to touch, what pressure to use, how to increase my strokes and, among other delights, the pleasure of the elusive clitoris and the even more mysterious tunnel of love. Similarly, Jane learned from my body, stroking me with a pleasure no machine or artificial aid can give or receive. Eat your heart out AccuIac. Mutual masturbation, in those times when sex was not desirable or possible, helped our marriage and improved our love life completely. My lifetime of self-pleasuring had found a partner in life and love.