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Caught her wet handed

A few nights ago I was heading off to bed after my shower, looking forward to curling up next to my wife and sleeping after a long hard day. As I climbed the steps to the landing I noticed her bedside light was still on, and I could hear a quiet rustling. I felt a stirring in my crotch, my heart speeding up as I approached the door, trying to quiet my feet on the carpeted steps, hoping I would find what I suspected.

The door was already cracked, and I eased it open just enough that I could see inside. There, lying on top of the covers was my wife, her tank top pulled up over her full luscious breasts, her panties hooked around one ankle, just above her sweet little ankle socks, and her legs spread wide with her hand moving slowly between them.

I have quite a fetish for my wife's nipples, so much darker than the surrounding aereola which is already dark against the pale skin of her large lush breasts. I watched her right hand squeeze one breast firmly, the flesh swelling around her fingers as she pressed hard and released before curling her nipple between finger and thumb and twisting and rolling it as she tugged it outwards. I dropped my towel and grasped my now aching cock firmly, and squeezed it tight, stroking its length slowly, waiting with the thought of burying it between her soft warm breasts.

I continued stroking as my eyes traveled down her body, catching the glint of her bellybutton ring as her hips thrust upwards, and I saw her pressing three fingers deep inside of herself, her labia grasping at their edges as she slid them out and then back in, slowly but forcefully. Her thumb was making large circles around her clit as her fingers slid out, and with each thrust it pushed under her hood, moving over and around her sensitive sweet button.

My breath caught in my throat and I must have gasped for my wife's eyes flew open and her head turned to me in the door. Only momentarily surprised, she renewed her movements, but with an increased fervour, and she looked hungrily at my cock. I steeped into the room, moved next to the bed, and took her other breast in my hand, mirroring her movements, teasing her nipple, as I held my cock tight at the base and ran the tip across her cheek. My wife smiled and opened her mouth wide and I thrust into her mouth.

My wife began to moan against my cock, her head bobbing around me, and I saw her flush as she began bucking her hips against her hand. She tightened her fingers hard on one nipple, and I squeezed the other, knowing she was getting close. I watched her sticky fingers pushing harder and faster, fucking herself roughly as I slipped in and out of her mouth. Her moans increased in volume and I leaned over her body, dropping my face to her chest and letting my lips wrap around her breast as I took her nipple in my teeth and slowly bit down. She gasped and thrust her hips upward and I watched her shake with pleasure as her orgasm hit her, traveling from the tips of her feet, up her legs, through her crotch, and across her chest, leaving her face flushed and breath shaking as she came.