After I Caught Her

Let me preface this by describing Terri. Terri is a beautiful 37 year old woman with high cheekbones, deep brown eyes, long legs and a 36 C breast size. Her nipples have light brown areolas the size of silver dollars with pinky size nipples. Her breasts are heavy enough that they have a slight droop. Her pubic area is neatly trimmed to a triangle; she does not let any hair grow from her vulva to her anus. Her hips are nicely rounded.

I had been married to Terri for fourteen years before she would admit she masturbated. Although on many occasions I had accidentally caught her with her fingers in her pussy, but I never let her know I caught her. I am the kind of guy that thinks that the most erotic thing in the world is to witness or catch a glimpse of a woman pleasuring herself. To see her facial expressions and how she moves when she thinks no one is looking.

After we had been married a few years I bought a vibrator for her (I used the excuse that I could use it on her pussy while I was eating her). It was a transparent purple vibrator about seven inches long. I had ulterior motive as I figured she would use it when I was not around and give more opportunities to spy on her masturbating. To this end my plan was working. I had spied on her on numerous occasions and did not have the heart to interrupt her, and at the same time took a very voyeuristic pleasure in watching what I could from my poor vantage point.

Today that has changed. I did finally manage to interrupt her one evening when I arrived home from work early. You see, she had caught me jacking off many times and had chastised me for wasting my cum, claiming that she was jealous that she did not get to feel it shoot inside or on her. So, to the best of my abilities I heeded her requests. But, she insisted that she did not have the same high sex drive that I had. I simply had to be more sneaky when I jacked off so she wouldn’t catch me.

It was a nice warm spring day in the mid sixties, the shop I worked at had been closed two hours early. “Cool, I am going to get home about an hour and a half after Terri, and three hours before the kids get home” I thought to myself. I hurriedly drove home in expectations of getting laid, but I got so much more. I parked my truck on the street and entered the house “strange the doors are locked” I thought as I opened the front door. I removed my shoes at the door, walked in to the kitchen and saw that Terri’s car was in the garage.

About that time I heard some noise upstairs from our bedroom. I climbed the stairs and just as my head got to the point where I could see in the bedroom I spied Terri with her legs splayed and her hand working furiously on her pussy. I could tell that she was close to cumming by the way her hips were shaking, the look of blissful agony on her face and the speed and ferocity with which she was frigging her pussy. I had an immediate and painfully stiff erection at that point. I decided that if she did not want me jacking off, then I would interrupt her Jilling off session, before she had a chance to orgasm. This sounds like a brilliant plan, I did interrupt her, but she was so close to orgasm she simply could not or would not stop fingering herself and finishing her cum.

She had the most embarrassed and frustrated look on her face I had ever seen. She did not say a word, but continued fingering her pussy and shaking almost violently. I could see the woman cum oozing down from her slit to her asshole.