When Lisa returned from the bathroom, I felt the far cushion of the sofa depress under her weight as she sat on it. As far as I could tell, there was no movement or sound for the minutes that followed, so eventually I stole a glimpse of her with my right eye. Because my feet were up on the sofa, my bent legs blocked my view of Lisa’s face, arms, and upper torso, but I could see all of her legs. Beyond my feet and to the left, I was quite surprised to see Lisa’s white jeans unbuttoned with the fly pulled down. The thumb of her left hand held the base of the fly away from her crotch, giving her right hand space to freely and silently masturbate under the cover of her cotton panties. My knees blocked Lisa’s view of my face, so I freely watched her, and after a few seconds passed, she slouched further to give herself better access to her pussy. The fingers of her right hand had settled into a rhythm in stroking her clitoris.
I had seen Lisa masturbate only twice before. Each time she was drunk, and I’m fairly certain that she wouldn’t masturbate for an audience while she’s sober, because she’d be too self-conscious. The first time I saw her masturbate, she did it only because I had asked her to. I suspected it would be arousing for us both, but I wanted to know. It turned out to be incredibly arousing, leading into a very physical and energetic, but very impersonal and unemotional, fuck. It wasn’t the sort of sex that would typify a loving couple, but would more likely typify porn-star fucking.
Lisa doesn’t like porn, though. She thinks it’s gross. I happen to agree with her. On the other hand, a Hollywood-type thriller with prolonged, passionate sex scenes can sometimes have an effect on me, and they can get Lisa going, too. The second time I saw Lisa masturbate occurred when we were drinking wine and watching such a movie in our living room. The movie centered around a married couple and featured a graphic sex scene of the cheating wife with her new lover. After the sex scene, Lisa playfully reached over and put her hand on my crotch to see if my dick was hard. It was.
“Oh, look at that. You’re going to make me jealous,” she joked.
“Sorry, can’t help it.”
“Why’s that? You find her attractive?”
“Well, yeah! Look at her!”
“I saw her. I know. Does that mean your dick gets hard every time you see an attractive woman?”
“No, of course not.”
“So why is your dick hard now?” She placed her hand back onto my crotch. I hesitated to answer, so she tried to coax an answer out of me. “Does it turn you on to see her naked?” She slowly rubbed my crotch, up and down. “Does it turn you on to see her having sex?”
I was still afraid to answer as she continued to slowly rub my hard dick through my pants. I wasn’t completely sure she wasn’t trying to pick an alcohol-induced fight. She stopped rubbing my crotch and reached toward the coffee table in front of us.
“I’ll tell you what,” she proposed, “how about you masturbate while watching her have sex, since she turns you on so much.” She picked up the remote control as I began to protest.
“No, it’s not like that. I don’t want to jerk off to her.”
“Sure you do.” She began rewinding the film toward the start of the sex scene. “Isn’t that how all straight boys masturbate? By fantasizing about girls?”
“Well, yeah, but -”
“Right, so I want to see it.” She found the start of the sex scene and paused. “It’s only fair. A couple months ago you asked me to masturbate for you, and I did it for you, because you asked me to. Now I’m asking you to masturbate for me, so you have to do it.”
I had no workable counterargument to that, but I was stunned into inaction. Recognizing this, Lisa made another proposal.
“How about I masturbate with you to make it easier?” She stood and unceremoniously undressed, heaping her clothes on the floor. Then she laid down at the far end of the couch, facing me more than the television, placing one foot on the floor and the other on the cushion between us, against the back of the couch. There lay my adorable naked wife, her thin, tanned legs spread with her tight little pussy on full display. Normally she keeps it shaved, but on this occasion some of her pubic hair had visibly grown in, forming a neat little triangle of blond stubble. “Go ahead,” she said, “Take it out. Let me see it.” To encourage me further, she sensually slid her left hand down her belly until her fingers met the hood over her clitoris. Her right hand held the remote control, pointed at the television, ready to press the play button.
By now I knew this was not some sort of trap to initiate a fight. Instead she was initiating some sexual exploration that required my cooperation. I had all the encouragement I needed, so I stood, removed all my clothes as she had done, and sat back down. I wrapped my right hand around my cock and looked at her as I began stroking it. She smiled and began stroking her clitoris at the same time. Within a few seconds her smile faded, as it was replaced by a more serious expression.
“Don’t watch me,” she said, “Watch her.” She pressed play. Then she turned up the volume of the television.
I did as I was told. I jerked off as I watched that beautiful actress’s clothes come off. There was brief full frontal nudity, and then the actress was on her back, her lover holding her close and kissing her passionately. An up-close kissing shot was replaced by a full-body shot, so we could see her lover pumping into her as they made love, her legs wrapped around him. Her breasts rocked back and forth with the motion of their lovemaking. The whole scene was probably about a minute long, and concluded with the two of them reaching orgasm simultaneously. I jerked off through all of it, fully aroused.
“Did you like that?” Lisa asked. I turned to look at her. The fingers of her left hand continued to rub at her clitoris as she looked back at me, still with a serious expression. She waited for my answer.
“Yes.”
“Let’s watch it again.” She pressed rewind on the remote control and replayed the scene.
I watched and obediently jerked off, although I didn’t mind doing it at all. If Lisa weren’t around, maybe I would jerk off while watching this sex scene by myself. At the actress’s full frontal nudity, Lisa pressed pause.
“There you go,” she said.
“What do you mean?”
“Look at her. Take a good look while you masturbate.”
Once again I wondered if this was a trap, and for a moment my apprehension returned. But with the movie paused, the room was quiet, and I could hear Lisa’s breathing had become heavier as she continued to stroke her clitoris. It wouldn’t be long before she has an orgasm. So I faced the television and jerked off while looking at the beautiful naked actress.
“That’s a good boy,” Lisa teased. Her breathing became more audible, and soon I heard a whimper. Her orgasm was approaching. She was far more aroused than I was at this point. “She’s hot, isn’t she?”
I thought I finally understood where Lisa’s head was at, so I lost my hesitation to answer her questions honestly. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, she’s hot.”
“She has nice tits, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, her tits are nice.”
Lisa’s heavy breathing gave way to another whimper. “What would you like to do with her tits?”
“Nothing in particular.” I couldn’t help but tell her the truth. I’ve never been really interested in women’s breasts.
“Oh, I forgot you’re not a tits man. You like legs, a cute little ass, and a tight pussy. Right?”
“Yeah, that’s right.” My arousal increased significantly hearing my wife talk like this. The pace of my strokes probably quickened as I took in the view of the actress’s pussy on the television. Lisa knew.
“Are you looking at her pussy now?”
“Yes.”
“Are you looking at her pussy while you jerk off?”
She wanted to hear me say it. “Yes, I’m looking at her pussy while I jerk off.”
Lisa whimpered again. Her orgasm must be close. “What do you want to do with her pussy?”
“I want to lick her pussy.”
“Ooh!” Lisa gasped. I could hear the rapid movement of her hand on her crotch. “You want to lick her pussy while you jerk off?” Her penchant for dirty talk reveals itself only when she’s drunk. She would never engage in it or respond to it while sober. But after some drinks, it’s almost like she’s a different woman entirely. I was now in the mode to fully reciprocate.
“No, I want to lick her pussy while you suck my cock.”
Quite unexpectedly, Lisa simply said, “No.” I looked over at her in search of some explanation. She gave me a half-smile, and then redirected. “Let’s watch them fuck.” She pressed play on the remote. She got up from the far end of the couch and sat down, slouched, right next to me, our bodies touching. Then she swung a leg over mine. Each of us had a view of both the television and the other masturbating. She promptly resumed rubbing her clitoris with her left hand, and then began a commentary. She whispered, “That’s right. Fuck her.”
“What?” Even then, that comment surprised me, so much that I wasn’t totally sure I heard her correctly.
“I told him to fuck her,” she gasped. “I want him to fuck her.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah…Mmmph!…I want him to fuck her…Unh!…I want him to fuck her real hard.” Lisa was on the edge of orgasm. We watched the actor fuck the actress, pumping in and out of her, her tits rocking back and forth. “That’s right. Fuck her!…Unh!” The actress and the actor orgasmed, and the scene ended, but Lisa hadn’t had her orgasm yet. She immediately pressed rewind on the remote. “I’m about to cum,” she admitted.
“Yes, I can tell.”
“Are you?”
“I am very turned on, but I can keep going. I’m not ready to cum yet.”
“OK.” She pressed play. “Take another good look at this slut’s pussy.” She paused on the full-frontal. “There.” We masturbated in silence for a while. Lisa’s pending orgasm seemed to have retreated. Her attention was divided between the naked actress on the television and the sight of my hand stroking my dick. But then she resumed her dirty talk. “Do you still want to lick her pussy?”
“Yes, I still want to lick her pussy.”
“If she were here with us now, would you lick that slut’s pussy?…Unh!” Suddenly her approach to orgasm resumed. I decided to help her along.
“Yes, I would enjoy licking that slut’s pussy. I’d have her lay back on this coffee table, spread her legs, and I’d lick that pussy right here.”
“Oh!…Hmpph!…That’s hot. I bet you want to fuck her, too…Unh!…Do you?…Hmm…Do you want to fuck her?”
“I want to fuck her.”
“Oh, fuck!…Fuck yeah…Hmmm…Tell me you want to…Unh!…fuck that slut’s wet pussy.”
“I would tear off her clothes, push her onto her back on this coffee table, put my hard cock into her slutty, wet pussy, and I’d fuck her until the coffee table broke underneath us.”
“Yesss!…Hmph!…I think you really want to fuck her…Hmph!”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Well, Honey, you can’t.” Lisa pressed play on the remote. “Because he’s going to fuck her…Mmph!…She wants him to fuck her!…Huh!…Hmm…Are you watching?”
“Yes, I’m watching.”
“What are you watching? Hmph!”
“I’m watching him fuck her.” Suddenly my arousal went through the roof as Lisa’s orgasm hit.
“That’s right!…Hnh!…Unh!…You jerk off and watch him fuck her…Unh!…She’s letting him fuck her!…Mmph!…The slut is fucking her boyfriend…Mmph!…and you…Unh!…can only watch and jerk off!…Hmph!…While they fuck!” She spoke to me right through her orgasm.
Watching her body convulse as she came and listening to her say the dirtiest of things between grunts and gasps for air, I nearly had an orgasm, too. I had never seen her like this, in full dirty fuck mode. As her orgasm subsided, she giggled a little bit, apparently in a moment of self-awareness as she recognized how out of form she was. But she had one more comment to add as her orgasm ended.
“That was so hot. Especially seeing her wrap her legs around him like that.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. I continued to stroke my cock even though the sex scene had ended.
“I mean, she’s married, and she’s cheating on her husband, letting this guy fuck her. But wrapping her legs around him like that is just such an intimate gesture. Her whole body pulled him close.” Lisa took her leg off mine and sat up from her slouched position. Then she reached for my dick and replaced my hand with hers, assuming the task of stroking it. She was practically whispering in my ear as she slowly spoke. “To me it just shows how much she wanted him, that she would wrap him up as tight as she would her own husband. Artistically, that’s a great way to express that sort of passion, and I recognize it. And of course, especially because her legs were wrapped around him like that, there’s no question that she wanted him to cum in her.” Lisa’s explanation together with her hand stroking my cock were bringing me closer to an orgasm of my own. “They wordlessly decided halfway through their lovemaking that he wouldn’t pull out, so they spent the last half of their sexual encounter swimming in the knowledge of how it would end: with his cock pushed all the way in, allowing all his cum to shoot deep inside her. How fucking hot is that?”
“That’s very fucking hot,” I said. My heart rate had increased and my breathing had become shallower. Lisa knew what she was doing. Her mouth drew closer to my ear until her lips brushed against it with her slow whispers.
“Exactly. It’s very fucking hot. I mean, she’s married. She’s married and she not only lets another guy fuck her, but she lets him cum in her. How fucking naughty is that?”
“That’s very fucking naughty,” I was about to cum.
“That’s very fucking naughty,” she repeated. “And you want to fuck her.”
I didn’t answer.
“Tell me.”
“I want to fuck her.”
Lisa suddenly let go of my dick and got up from the couch. What was she doing? Punishing me? Just messing around with me? She didn’t seem angry, that much I knew. But I didn’t see where this was going.
“I need a glass of water,” she announced. “Want one?”
“Sure. Good idea.”
When she returned to the couch, we both drank our glasses of water in silence. The movie was still playing, but it looked like the plot had moved beyond the possibility of any more sex scenes. Lisa set down her glass of water and picked up the remote control. She pressed rewind. She watched the movie rewind as she spoke to me again.
“I’m sorry, I’ve been mean to you tonight. I shouldn’t tease you like I’ve been teasing you and I shouldn’t say such dirty things to you.”
“Sweetheart, it’s -”
“No, really, I know what I’ve done and I want to make it up to you.” She again paused the movie just before the start of the sex scene, then looked at me and smiled. Without another word she stood, stepped in front of me while facing the television, and then sat down on my lap. My hard cock was pressed between the cheeks of her ass. She leaned all the way back against me, lifted her torso, then reached behind to grab my cock and put it inside her. She was so wet, it slid right in.
With her petite size, I could see the television over her shoulder. She knew this, so she leaned a little to her left as well as all the way back, such that our heads were positioned nearly side by side. I placed my hands on her hips and gave them a squeeze, once again admiring their narrow build. I looked down over her shoulder to enjoy the view of her small breasts, then brought my hands up to affirm the unlikely reality of their existence, as well. Lisa began to rock forward and backward on my lap.
“You want to fuck her,” she whispered.
“That was just the dirty talk, Sweetheart.”
“No, it wasn’t. It’s OK. I pushed you there.” She pressed play on the remote control. “And I also want you to fuck her.”
With Lisa’s tight, wet pussy clenching my cock as she rocked back and forth, I was already approaching orgasm again. At the actress’s full frontal shot, Lisa paused the movie just as before. She set the remote down, grabbed my hands, and guided them down her slim belly and to her hips. I know from experience that, when she moves my hands to her hips, it’s a signal that she wants me to grip them and fuck her hard.
“Look at her pussy,” she whispered. “That’s the pussy wrapped around your dick right now.”
This was certainly new territory for us. We had never even hinted at fantasies of other people before tonight, and suddenly she was insisting on it.
“Go ahead and fuck her, Honey. I want you to fuck her.” As Lisa rocked back and forth, her breathing became heavier, obviously enjoying our scenario. I was turned-on to the idea of fucking that actress, and I was loving the feeling of Lisa’s pussy on my dick, but my imagination was having trouble bridging the gap between the two and merging them. The still frame of the actress standing in the nude was helpful, but it simply did not match up well to Lisa riding me reverse cowgirl on the couch.
“I need to watch her fuck,” I said.
“Hmph!…Unh!…That’s so fucking hot.” I think she misunderstood my meaning, but she pressed play on the remote, which is what I wanted anyway. “There you go…Mmm…watch her fuck.” She rode me harder. “You like watching her cheat? You like seeing her take another guy’s cock? Hunh!…Fuck!”
I had no response, but I supposed these were rhetorical questions anyway.
She turned her head toward me and again whispered toward my ear. “See that?…Unh!…How she just wrapped her legs around him?…Mmph!…She wants his cum…Hmph!…They both know now…Hmm!…he’s gonna cum in her…Huh!…and they just keep…fucking!”
When the scene ended, Lisa picked up the remote to rewind again. I signaled a change in position, and she slid off of me. She laid on her back lengthwise on the couch and I gently positioned myself over her and reinserted my cock. Meanwhile she again found the start of the sex scene and pressed play, then put her hand to my cheek and turned my head to view the television as she set the remote down. She really wanted me to watch this. I pushed into her harder than I meant to, which caused a gasp that sounded a little like an expression of pain, but neither of us acknowledged it. Again she began making commentary toward the television while I fucked her.
“Yes, put your cock in her…Unh!…Fuck that cheating wife!…Mmph!…Fuck that slutty pussy!…Hmm…Huh!…Oh, fuck!…”
At the point when the actress wrapped her legs around her new lover, Lisa simultaneously wrapped her legs around me, and suddenly my imagination was able to merge her with the actress. I watched the television as if looking into a mirror. I matched the rhythm of her lover’s thrusts. I watched myself fuck the actress. I fucked her hard.
“Yes, fuck me!” exclaimed Lisa. “Fuck that cheating pussy!…Unh!…Unh!…Unh!…Fuck this naughty wife!…Hmph!…Hmph!…Fuck your slut!…Unh!…Fuck!…Cum!…Unh!…Cum in me!…Cum in me!…Fuck!…Mmph!…Cum in me!” Lisa’s pussy tightened around my cock, so I knew she was going through another orgasm. It’s a mystery how I was able to avoid cumming with her. I just kept thrusting into the actress.
The sex scene ended soon, but I still had not cum, so I shut my eyes to keep my imagination going. Lisa encouraged me, as she pulled me close to her and engaged in more dirty talk, even though her orgasm was over. I could hear from her voice that she was looking directly at my face as she spoke.
“You like fucking a slut, don’t you? You like fucking me behind my husband’s back. You want to cum in me, right? You want to cum in my slutty pussy? And then send me home to my husband? That’s OK, that’s what I want. I want you to fuck me whenever you want. Just take me and fuck me and cum in me.”
Her last sentences finally pushed me over the edge, and my orgasm began. Lisa held me tight with her legs, as in her current state of mind she genuinely wanted me to cum in her, but I still had sense enough to pull out, which is our regular practice. I grabbed my wet cock as it exited and stroked it through my orgasm. The first rope of cum drew a line from her belly button to her crotch, while the second one shot all the way up to her neck, drawing a line running halfway between her left nipple and her sternum. I remember because it was the farthest my cum had ever shot, even though it probably wasn’t the best orgasm I ever had.
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After we came down from our sexual highs, I secretly began to worry that Lisa would want to discuss what just happened and that it would turn into a big fight. But, amazingly, we didn’t talk about it at all – not that night, and not ever again. I gave it some thought independently, and the way I saw it, she had pretended to be that movie character to selflessly allow me to fulfill a fantasy of fucking that actress. I was afraid to discuss this with her because I thought she might have some regrets about it, so I figured it was better to just forget about that night and move on.
But there on the sofa in Bill and Jeff’s apartment, remembering our movie night, I felt that I missed an important clue. The act of allowing me to fantasize about fucking the actress wasn’t selfless at all. It was just incidental, as Lisa needed me to imagine fucking that cheating wife character so that she could get away with fantasizing about being that cheating wife character. It wasn’t selfless; it was totally selfish. And that’s why Lisa didn’t want to talk about that night ever again – she was just as afraid to bring up the subject as I was.
Remembering our movie night months ago gave me some context to understand where Lisa’s mind was as she sat on the sofa just beyond my feet, once again masturbating. She may even be thinking about the movie, the same as me, as her fingers worked her clitoris just underneath those thin cotton panties.