On The Move And Still Enjoying The Self Pleasure

Resuming the time line of my last story and around year later Sara and I moved around the corner to a bigger house as we now had a 2nd child. Strangely enough Iain & Susan moved in for a brief spell literally next door and then after about six months they moved away permanently into the city close by. We were now six years into our marriage and the sex side of things had improved dramatically as Sara was now sensational at giving head and I reciprocated by improving my oral skills on her with which as guys with a diminutive size penis know is essential. She remained shy about talking about masturbation, however was now open to me bringing her off through the sexy underwear she wore and has always worn. It was such a turn-on to finger her through her soft silky panties and to feel them getting more and more sodden as she headed towards her climax. Her climaxes were controlled and sometimes on the lead up to them her fingers would direct mine to the sweet spot so as not to miss the boat.  Invariably after she had recovered I would be the recipient of a handjob which I have to say were excellent.

Picture the scene, Sara astride my legs, her beautiful soft breasts swaying rhythmically as she slowly and deliberately brings me towards my climax, the smell of her cum in the air, her sopping wet panties sticking to the hairs on one of my legs. It wasn’t long before I would emit huge quantities of cum with her breasts always as my target and feeling like a champ when I hit one of her erect nipples. After these sessions I used to love recovering a pair of her cum soaked panties perhaps a day or so later from the hamper smelling her cum and pleasuring myself, WOW what a buzz. Around this time my sister and brother-in-law used to visit, every couple of months or so.  Now I knew that he fancied my wife, so as you do, I used to make sure there was always a cum soaked pair of Sara’s panties at the top of the hamper in the bathroom when he visited. I can only imagine what he did with them when he went for the likes of his morning shower. Smelling my wife’s soiled knickers perhaps licking them and wanking his big cock which I didn’t know then however found out about a few years later. I never found any of his cum on them however I always knew when they had been interfered with. I can only imagine Sara’s embarrassment if she ever knew what was happening every time he visited with my sister.

My wife was now a real head turner and she hadn’t a clue the effect she was having on other men and again would be mortified if she ever knew just how many men had her at the centre of their masturbation fantasies back in the day. As for me, I reveled in it and was always sneaking away to rub one out.