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Subject: {ASSM} Caught my wife masturbating (True, F-solo, voyeurism)
Date: Tue, 27 Nov 2001 16:10:05 -0500
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The following story is true. I have changed some of the details to
protect the privacy of those involved. I have also added a few details
to fill in the blank spots in my memory and to make a smoother story.
However, to the greatest extent possible, this is a faithful description
of something that actually happened to me.

I'm an average person with an average sex life. Although I've had a fair
number of very sexy encounters, I believe that my sex life overall is
not particularly out of the ordinary. However I also believe that good
sex can be had in even fairly mundane situations. I dedicate this story
to everyone who enjoys good, healthy, average sex in their daily lives.

This story describes sexual activities between consenting adults. If you
are under 18 or if reading such material offends you, please don't
continue.

Comments very welcome!

Keywords: F-solo, voyeurism, young married couple, true

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Catching my Wife Masturbating (First Time)
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I met my wife as a senior in college. We were together most of our
senior year. We got married during the summer after graduation and we
went to graduate school together the next fall. We lived in the
university's married student housing -- inexpensive apartments on the
edge of campus. It wasn't a plush arrangement, but it was perfectly
acceptable and it was a nice way to be starting our life together.

One warm Saturday afternoon in the fall, I decided that I needed to
spend some time in the lab. "That's fine," my wife said. "I should do
some studying in the library anyway." We agreed to go our separate ways
and meet up again later for dinner. Since it was such a nice day I
decided to walk into campus. My wife was still getting her books and
notes together when I kissed her and headed out the door.

I walked about 10 or 15 minutes when I realized that I had forgotten
some important materials back at the apartment. I was annoyed. I
seriously considered making do without them. Yet I knew that I could go
back and pick them up and only loose a half hour at the most. It made
sense to do that.

When I got back to the apartment I noticed that the front door was still
unlocked. That surprised me some because I had expected my wife to be
gone by then and she was usually pretty careful about locking up behind
her. I opened the door cautiously and stepped inside. My wife's backpack
was on the table ready to go but my wife didn't seem to be there. I
noticed also that the shades were drawn and that struck me as odd as
well. I knew they were not like that when I left.

My first instinct was to call out for my wife, but before I got a chance
I heard a sound from the direction of the bedroom. It was a kind of soft
gasping moan. It sounded erotic and sensuous... and very feminine. My
first thought was that my wife was having an affair (already!) and that
she was back there making love to some stranger in our bed. That idea
both upset me and excited me at the same time. I crept across the living
room toward the hallway that lead into the bedroom. I wasn't sure what I
wanted to do but I knew I wanted to get closer to hear better at least.

The bedroom was at the back of the apartment at the end of a short
hallway that connected it with the living/kitchen area. The bathroom was
also off that hallway. I noticed that the bathroom door was open, as
usual, but from where I was I couldn't see into the bedroom. I paused
when I got to the hallway to listen. At first I didn't hear anything,
but after I moment I could hear the sound of someone moving in the bed.
Then I heard another feminine gasp. My heart was pounding.

"Fuck me," I heard her say. She sounded like she was talking to someone
close to her. Her voice wasn't loud but it sounded thick with desire.
"Fuck me with that hard cock." I swallowed. Part of me wanted to run
into the bedroom and confront her. Part of me wanted to escape. Part of
me wanted to stay and listen to whatever happened next. I didn't know
what to do! I was frozen in place, trying to figure out my next move,
when I heard my wife suddenly gasp excitedly and then let out a long,
crooning moan. It wasn't a loud sound, but it seemed to come from deep
inside of her. It was the familiar sound of her ecstacy, and I knew at
once that my wife was cumming!

Afterwards I waited breathlessly. Listening to my wife's pleasure had
left me very erect and full of desire for her. I heard no evidence of
another person in the room and it occurred to me that she might be
alone... masturbating. That idea excited me terrifically.

I heard the bed creak a bit and I instinctively backed into the living
room and away from the entrance to the hallway. I didn't know what else
to do so I just waited. A few seconds passed... then a minute... maybe
more. Nothing much happened. Cautiously I crept forward again and
started slowly down the hallway. I was thankful for the wall to wall
carpeting that covered the concrete floor of our apartment. It was easy
to be silent. Then I heard, very quietly, the sound of the bed creaking
again and again with a gentle erotic rhythm.

I peeked very carefully around the corner and into the bedroom with just
one eye. I felt very excited and nervous. What if she sees me? I had no
idea what to expect. As the bedroom came slowly into view I could first
just see her legs stretched out on the bed and spread slightly. I moved
forward a bit more and soon I could see that she was, in fact,
masturbating alone. She had her hand on her pussy and was stroking
herself quite beautifully. I could see that she had one finger buried
between her pussy lips and rubbing her clit. As she stroked herself
steadily, she thrust her hips in an erotic counterpoint. It was a
breathtaking view!

I had seen women masturbate before. Before I met my wife I had known two
lovers who used to masturbate for me (or with me) now and then. But that
was all done in the context of our sex play. This was different. This
time I was watching a woman masturbate who had no idea she was being
watched. She was doing what pleased her for her enjoyment alone. I found
that to be very sexy. It was also wonderful to be watching my wife doing
it. I was filled with excitement and love for her at the same time. I
seriously considered going in there and fucking her senseless. Yet I
didn't want to disturb her. Somehow I felt like this was her time and
not really something for me.

I crept forward a bit more so I could see more of her body. I was afraid
that if her head came into view she might be able to see me as well so I
didn't go too far. However, I was able to see that she was completely
naked. While one hand worked her pussy, she had her other hand on one of
her 38D breasts. She didn't move that hand very much, but it was very
erotic to see her holding her own tit.

"Fuck me...." she said with a soft gasp. I could hear her very clearly
now and her voice was thick with arousal. I found it terribly sexy that
she talked that way to herself when she masturbated. I had no idea.
"Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me..." she panted. She started stroking
faster and she stopped moving her hips as much. Instead she straightened
her legs out on the bed. I could see her tensing her body and pointing
her toes. Suddenly she thrust her hips upwards and lifted her hand
almost completely off her mound. She started to stroke herself rapidly
with just one finger moving up and down in her slit. "Fuckkkkkk!!!" she
groaned suddenly. And then... "Unnnnnngggggghhhhhh!!!"

What a lovely sound she made! Her second orgasm sounded deeper and more
powerful than the first one that I heard. I could see her body pulse
with the pleasure. Her hips jerked slightly. Her breasts shook. Her legs
twitched. God, it looked great! I was rubbing my cock in my pants as I
watched her, almost aching with need. I felt like I could cum myself
from just looking at her.

As her climax ended she stopped stroking herself and flopped back with a
sigh. I suddenly got very worried about being discovered. I pulled my
head back back from the opening but she was so quiet that I didn't want
to move for fear of being overheard. What would I say if (when!) she
caught me? I had no idea. Would she be angry? Embarrassed? Turned on? My
wife was no prude, but on the other hand she didn't seem particularly
into exhibitionism... or being spied on.

A minute or so went by and nothing seemed to happen. Then I heard my
wife softly gasp. I peeked around the corner and found that she was
masturbating again. What a beauty! She had one hand on her belly just
above her pussy hair while she stroked her clit with the other. At first
she was using quick, short strokes with a bit of a delay between each.
However, after a moment or two she switched back to regular, steady
stroking.

"You are a slut," I heard her say to herself. "An insatiable slut." The
way she talked to herself excited me terrifically! Her breathing was
ragged and I could see the muscles in her buttocks and legs tensing with
her excitement. It didn't take her very long at all to cum again.

"UNNNGGGHHH!!!!" she groaned rather loudly. I could tell that it was a
good one. She jammed her hand between her legs as she came and squeezed
her thighs together tightly. She moved her hand with short, jerky
strokes as her climax played over her body. Then, just as her shuddering
started to settle down, she parted her legs slightly and began stroking
herself rapidly. She was panting loudly and in only seconds, she
climaxed again even more strongly.

"UNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!" she howled in wild ecstasy. I had never seen
her cum so hard! Her entire body seemed to convulse and the bed creaked
loudly under her. Her eyes were tightly shut and her face was a mask of
profound pleasure. It was amazing. Did she always have such intense
orgasms when she masturbated?

After her powerful climax she stopped to rest. I backed away from the
opening a bit so that she wouldn't see me, but I kept her feet in view.
My cock was almost ready to burst and again I seriously considered just
going in there and fucking her.

She didn't seem to move and soon I peeked around the corner a bit more.
She had her hand on her pussy and was gently stroking it. As I watched
she spread her legs a bit and started to pick up the pace. My heart
raced. She wasn't done yet! She sighed as she started to finger herself
purposefully. I wondered how many orgasms she usually gave herself when
she masturbated. At that point in our marriage she generally had 2 or 3
during our sex play and I had already overheard her having more than
that. How many other sexual secrets did she have?

Soon she straightened out her legs again and began rocking her hips
against her finger. She started stroking herself rapidly. "Fuck me," she
said in a natural voice. "Please fuck me with your hard cock," she said.
"Make me cum again." She was panting now and obviously excited.

"Please fuck me," she said again a few moments later. Her voice was
filled with anxious excitement. "I'm a... I'm a slut," she gasped. And
with that, she climaxed another time.

"Unnnggghhh!!!" she groaned softly. It was her fifth (at least!) orgasm
of the afternoon and it definitely wasn't as strong as the last two. Yet
it still sounded beautiful to my ears and I'm sure it felt grand too. I
was filled with love for her. She seemed so sexy and desirable!

After that orgasm she stopped entirely and just rested for a while. I
stood by the door peeking in now and then to see if she would start up
again. But she didn't. After a couple quiet minutes, she moved to get
up. I quickly retreated to the living room. I didn't know what I was
going to say to her when she discovered me there, but I figured I'd
worry about that later.

I heard her go into the bathroom and close the door. I realized suddenly
that I had my opportunity to escape. I quickly headed out, leaving
behind the papers I had come to get in the first place. By the time I
got to my office on campus I knew I had to do something about my
horniness. I ended up locking my office door and jerking off right there
at my desk while thinking about my lovely wife masturbating. It's an
image that I've enjoyed for many years.

The End
.

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