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His girlfriend wants to watch him jerk off, but what starts off as a case of simple masturbation turns into a crackling evening of explosive auto-eroticism.

Masturbation is one of life’s most underrated pleasures. I discovered not long ago, however, that it is a lot more fun when you do it with someone you love. This is often difficult for many people to do, because no matter how liberated we may be about other sexual matters, masturbation seems by definition to be something we do alone, in secret. I had trouble overcoming this prejudice. I wasn’t actively hiding the fact that I enjoyed masturbating, and I didn’t try to pretend I didn’t do it; I just believe that everything belongs in its proper place, and that masturbation is private. So I was rather lukewarm about my wife’s initial request that she be allowed to watch.

Nora did not insist. As time went on, however, she made it clear that her interest wasn’t just curiosity. She said that the thought of me fondling myself turned her on. She could imagine me doing it, she said, all naked and hard and oiled up, stroking myself to orgasm. In fact, she said, she frequently fantasized about me masturbating while she masturbated. It was, she promised, a guaranteed turn-on.

The more she described how excited this made her, the more I wanted us to watch each other make ourselves come. She even offered to help. She asked me whether I looked at pictures of women or read erotic books when I did it; I admitted that I did both.

“Perfect,” she said. She could take care of the details. It was, she explained, simply a matter of her slipping into something hot and sexy, reading something erotic to me and then leaning back to watch me do the deed. All I had to do was behave as I normally did, just as though she were not in the room. Or, better yet, as though she were a stranger who had mysteriously appeared to watch. This last did the trick for me, and I agreed to go ahead.

I went to the bedroom and undressed. My cock was getting hard. In a moment Nora came in. She was wearing heels, stockings, a garter belt, crotchless panties and a bra that stopped just underneath her erect nipples. I had no idea she even owned underwear like that. She had a book under her arm. She pulled a straightbacked chair around so that I could see all of her and sat down, crossing her legs. She opened her book and began to read. The book was a Victorian underground classic about bondage and discipline among London’s upper classes. It was deliciously arousing and my wife read it well, lingering over the detailed descriptions of the many humiliations a wealthy young nobleman put his mistress through. As the story got steamier, I got more and more turned on. I spread an ample amount of oil on my hands and began to touch myself. As I did, I noticed that my wife was looking up from time to time as she read and watching me over the top of her book.

As I listened to Nora read, my eyes slid over her curvy body, over her propped up breasts, her flat stomach and her partially revealed crotch. Meanwhile, using just my fingertips, I lightly traced the outline of my erection. It curved against my belly and twitched and quivered when I lightly brushed the tender area under the head. It was stretched to its fullest and pulsing thickly. As Nora read on, I fully encircled it with my slippery fingers. I raised it, aiming it at the ceiling, and began to pump.

My wife managed to continue reading, her eyes darting from me to the book and back again. I got rock-hard as she stole glances at what I was doing. I wanted to fuck her right there, while she read, pretending to be disinterested. Soon I was arching my back in pleasure. Finally she stopped reading altogether, put the book down and simply stared openly at me, at my slowly moving hand, at my rigid cock. She uncrossed her legs, placed her hands on her knees and spread her knees, showing herself completely. I was cupping my balls with one hand and stroking myself faster with other, and as she watched, a smile slowly spread over her face. She delicately moistened her lips with the tip of her pink tongue; her eyes were focused on my cock, which, in that instant, began to spurt come.

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