Sighing, Tom sagged against the edge of the
dresser, his once proud member, softening and bowing forward, mocking him.
The shaft glistening with Tabitha's saliva and his spend.
looked up at him with lust filled eyes, longing etched on her sweat-beaded
face. He reached down and trailed an index finger along her cheekbone. As
his fingertip curled under her chin and drew up the other side of her
face, she smiled deeply. She turned her head and captured his digit
between her crimson lips.
The hunger of her craving washed over her
body and she shuddered as she sucked his finger into her mouth. She locked
her eyes on his as she twirled her tongue around his digit, fellating the
Watching her body tremble and her lips caressing
his forefinger, he whispered, "Don't you think it's my turn to watch
She thought for a moment and pulling her mouth off his
finger, replied, "Go sit on the chair in the corner."
He smiled and
walked slowly across the floor to the wingback chair in the far corner of
the master bedroom. She watched his ass as he moved gracefully to the
chair and took his place. Exhibitionism had always excited her, but she'd
never had the nerve to go through with it, at least not with Phillip.
Masturbation had become an all-too-common activity in her sexually
frustrated life. Using this poignant fact to her benefit, she decided to
give Tom a show he wouldn't forget.
The moment Tom sank into the
cushions of the seldom-used chair; Tabitha stood slowly, and stalked to
the large king-size bed. Moving as seductively as she could remember from
her youth, she lowered herself onto the corner of the bed and threw her
The arching of her chest forced her breasts outward. Her
hard nipples tightened and pressed against the thin cotton dress she still
wore. She flashed back to the morning she'd ‘caught’ Tom in her backyard,
mind replaying the scene on her closed lids. His soft whisper broke her
reverie and she brought her head forward.
“What did you say?” She
asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Pretend I’m outside your
window watching you.”
“Do I know you’re there?”
“Yes. But I
don’t know that.”
A deep sigh rolled up from inside her and escaped
between her parted ruby lips. The look of sexual hunger glazed her eyes
and she rose from the mattress.
Tom watched intently as she stood
and turned her back to him. She hooked her fingers under the straps of the
dress and let it slide down her body, pooling around her ankles. The strip
of cotton panties narrowed and disappeared between her round
Looking over her shoulder, she stepped out of the pile her
dress had become and crooked her fingers into the thin waistband of her
thongs. Turning to the side, she slid them down over her shapely hips and
bent forward slowly as she pushed the wet panties to her ankles. The curve
of her bottom was accentuated by the stretch of her thighs.
stood slowly and let Tom see her profile. The heat of his stare caressed
her body and she felt it spread between her legs. Without turning to look
at him, she sensed that he was pleased.
Tabitha walked slowly to
the head of the bed and opened the bottom drawer of her nightstand. All he
could see was her profile as she bent forward. This was enough for him, as
his resting cock began to fill with blood and swell, from the sight of her
He scanned the curve of her breasts as she lingered,
bent forward, searching for whatever was in the drawer. He caressed her
nipples with his eyes and trailed his focus down her torso to the bend of
her hips. His eyes followed the shapely curve of her cheeks to the
slightly stretched muscles lining the back of her thighs. He shifted in
the chair and choked back a groan.
A smile flashed across her face
as his unintended encouragement traveled the space between them. She hid
her grin, to keep the façade alive. Whispering softly, but loud enough for
Tom to hear, “Ah, here it is.”
She straightened her back and
pulled out a purple velvet sack with yellow drawstrings. Holding it to her
chest, she moaned and rubbed the soft handbag in the deep valley between
Turning slowly on her heels, she backed into the
mattress, and fell across the bulky bedspread. Her feet dangled off the
edge of the bed as she pulled the drawstrings open on the velvet sack. Tom
leaned forward to get a better look, as his hardening shaft pressed
against his stomach.
Tabitha saw the movement and rolled away from
his view. With her back facing him, she pulled the pearl-blue vibrator out
of the bag. A devilish grin curled her lips as she laid it on the mattress
beside her hip and rolled onto her back.
She trailed the nails of
her good hand up her side, dancing along her ribcage and teasing the
underside of her breasts. The scraping of her nails sent gooseflesh up her
spine, hardening and tightening her nipples. With practiced skill, she
teased herself and purposefully avoided direct contact with the buds.
Pulling her knees up in the air, she scraped her nails along the
curve of her calf to the back of her right knee. She pressed her thighs
against her chest, flattening the mounds. Her fingers danced back up her
shins and she straightened her knees, holding them up in the
Spreading her legs, they formed a curvaceous 'V' suspended
above her torso. She trailed the fingers of her good hand up and down her
inner thighs. As she performed, she saw Tom straining to see better. So
far, all he'd been able to see was her profile and an all too brief
glimpse of her lightly furred sex.
She brought her thighs together
again and let her fingers trail up the convergence between her thighs.
Lowering her legs slowly, she continued to trace the contours of her leg,
then across her hip with her painted nails. Leaving momentary red
contrails in their wake as the scratching of her nails ignited the passion
Tom wanted desperately to get up from the chair, but didn't
want to ruin the show. He had played the scenario over in his mind a
thousand times since that first morning, never once imagining she'd be so
willing to fulfill his request. Now here he was, watching Tabitha do for
him, that which he'd only dreamt of. Knowing so very little about each
other didn't seem to matter; what was important was their connection and
Tabitha heard a muffled groan from the corner of the
bedroom and smiled inwardly. She had him and she knew it. Rolling on her
side, she faced him, but stared at the mirror on the wall beside him
instead. The reflection of her naked form looking back at her convinced
her that she'd ensnared herself along with Tom. The flush of her skin
revealed the passion and hunger she'd held in check for too
The position of the mirror provided the perfect angle to
watch herself. She wondered why she hadn't noticed it before. Perhaps, the
sexual frustration of the last few years had dulled her senses and she was
just now becoming aware of her sexuality again.
Tom watched her as
she stared at herself in the large wall mirror. He saw the smile slowly
appear, followed by the sudden shift in position. The flash of her
sparsely furred sex caught his attention and he leaned forward, hoping to
catch more than a glimpse.
Tabitha refocused on the mirror as she
shimmied her hips into position. The narrow strip of dark hair pointed
downward to her ravenous center. In her peripheral vision, she could see
Tom shifting and craning his neck to see more. She felt sorry for him, but
not enough to give him a full view. Not yet.
Bringing her knees up
in the air, she planted her heels onto the mattress. The fingers of her
good hand trailed up her thighs and curled in behind the knees. Pulling
back, she watched herself in the mirror, as her labia flowered open. Her
wetness seeped out and trickled down to her anus.
Tabitha held her
head steady as she slowly trailed her hand down the back of her thighs and
cupped her right cheek. She caressed the fleshy mound and pulled it aside,
opening herself further. The cool air interacted with the moisture of her
sex and she shuddered at the small sensation. She wasn't just teasing Tom;
she was tormenting herself with the slowness of her actions. Her fingers
were so close to her impassioned core she could feel the heat radiating
from deep within.
Tom had watched women in the dark and never once
had he been lucky enough to actually witness a woman giving herself such
loving treatment. His hand had found its way to his hard member and the
fist gripped it tightly. The slow strokes eased some of the tension, but
added a new level of need.
She rolled her head back into the soft
cushions and turned her head toward him. His eyes locked on her hips as
his white-knuckled fist wrapped around his cock. The long sensual strokes
of his hand took her back to that first morning. She began to salivate,
and could still taste his seed, heavy on her tongue.
her hand off her cheek and pushed herself up. She went back to the 'game'
and scooted off the foot of the bed. Unhurried, she walked to the corner
of the bed and set facing Tom with her good hand on the mattress between
her thighs, covering her wanton sex. The pearl-blue vibrator cradled in
her palm, rested against her engorged labia and she sighed as the cool
plastic parted her lips.
Closing her eyes, she turned the base and
the tiny motor buzzed to life. The hum of the vibrator filled the bedroom
and Tom stopped stroking his shaft. His eyes shot to the shiny plastic toy
as it purred in her delicate hand.
He watched as she traced the
vibrating tip from her chin down to the hollow of her neck. She followed
the curve of her neckline with the pulsating toy around to massage her
shoulder muscles. Her mouth gaped open as she breathed heavily from the
tickling tease of the vibrator.
Tom's eyes locked on the plastic
plaything as it teased and titillated her silky flesh. He dared not blink
and risk missing a moment of her performance.
She opened her eyes
and rolled her head forward. She looked down at the swell of her breasts
peaked with the dark aureoles. She salivated as she longed to suck and
nibble on the sensitive buds. Instead of lamenting her inability to
perform such an act, she outlined her breasts with the humming toy,
causing the nipples to tighten further.
Her juice seeped out
between her compressed thighs, wetting her dark flower with the creamy
sauce. She wanted to throw her legs apart and aim the buzzing object at
her sensitive clit. The hunger for direct stimulation was nearly
overwhelming, but she focused her attention on the
With ever tightening circles, she spiraled the
vibrator around her right breast. Each revolution brought the tip closer
to her hungry button. Her focus intensified as she teased herself more
than she thought possible. Her jaw slackened and she breathed slowly and
deeply as the purring toy drew ever closer to the target.
vibrator touched the dark ring of division between fleshy breast and taut
nipple, she gasped and rolled it across the sensitive bud. Her back arched
as the delayed sensation of the toy made direct contact with her tight
aureole. It wasn't an entirely new sensation, but heightened by the
knowledge of his eyes on her.
She shifted the vibrator to her left
breast and teased it in a similar fashion. With her sore left hand, she
cupped her right breast and gritted her teeth as she rolled the engorged
nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Almost painfully, she tweaked the
nipple and pulled it, wrenching an animalistic groan from deep
As the vibrator made contact with her left nipple, she
pinched the right again and threw her head back, moaning loudly. The game
of being the dutiful wife had grown wearisome and she needed this release,
if for no other reason, to prove to herself that she was still an
attractive and desirable woman.
Tom had reclaimed his drooling
shaft and absentmindedly stroked the hard member in his clenched fist. He
sensed a change in her. She seemed to let herself succumb to the passion.
The scent of her sex wafted to his nose and he breathed deeply of her
He watched enrapt, as her thighs parted while she arched
her back. The glistening of her inner thighs revealed the wetness that
seeped out of her center. The puffy lips parted slightly, as if pouting
and begging for attention. He wanted to bury his tongue in the safety of
her folds. Again, he struggled with his resolve and forced himself to
remain in the chair.
Tom sighed and milked his cock. He looked down
as a bead of pre-cum formed at the tip and rolled down the tiny valley
toward his glans. Rubbing his thumb across the globule, he spread it over
the swollen head and teased his shaft to harder dimensions. He gripped his
shaft tighter and tried to slow the speed of his strokes as climax
He raised his head and looked at Tabitha. She was drawing
invisible lines on her stomach with the vibrator. Weaving it from side to
side, as she slowly lowered the toy with each pass. Her free hand was
still cupping her breast and tweaking the distended nipple.
trailed the humming toy across her hips, she spread her thighs and looked
up at Tom. She saw the tight grip he had on his cock. The head was bright
purple and his knuckles were white from his firm clutch.
locked and she squinted as she twisted her nipple and traced a line along
her inner thighs with the vibrator. The pulsing of the dildo made her
shudder at the closeness of the toy to her hungry sex. The craving for
release was becoming more of a struggle with each passing
When she had masturbated alone, truly alone, she never took
this much time building up her desire. She'd always Jilled-off quickly,
when the sexual frustration became too much to ignore. To spend the time
luxuriating in the throes of desire was a luxury she never afforded
herself. With Tom watching, however, she felt she owed it to him and
Tabitha heard another choked groan and lowered her head,
letting the long hair cover her face and the broad smile on her lips. The
time had come to shed the last vestiges of her inhibitions. With a heavy
ragged sigh, she fell back into the soft mattress and brought her knees
up, resting her heels on the edge of the bed.
She dropped the
buzzing toy beside her right hip and slid her fingers down her pubic
mound, through the narrow strip of fuzz. Her fingers splayed out and
framed her glistening puffy lips. Pressing her palm against the soft bulge
of her pubis, she spread her labia open.
Her rosebud and moist sex
revealed to his vision for the first time, causing him to sigh audibly.
Tabitha moaned in response to his obvious pleasure in seeing her this
She slid her fingers along the edge of her open pussy
and found the bead of moisture. Dragging her fingers across the sweet
honey, she trailed the moistened fingertip to her lips and flicked her
tongue across the glistening digit.
Tom's eyes were transfixed on
her sex and her display of passion. He had released his cock and was
gripping the arms of the chair tightly. His mouth was gaping and he had an
intense look of hunger on his face. The hard shaft between his thighs
twitched and bobbed in time with his rapid heartbeat. A steady stream of
clear pre-cum flowed from the tip, wetting the head and
Tabitha grabbed the vibrator and traced the buzzing tip
around her exposed lips. The tapered end barely touching her outer lips,
sending shivers down her spine. Her knees quivered and she gasped softly.
Her hips humped up and down, trying to capture the toy in her clutching
He watched her thrust her hips in slow strokes, teasing
herself with the vibrator. Tom's eyes painted her body, reveling in the
exhibitionistic presentation of her sexuality.
He stared into her
pussy as she drove her hips repeatedly up and down. His thick tongue
snaked out and licked his lips hungrily. He wanted to taste her sticky
sweetness, but summoned enough resolve to resist.
She looked across
the room, and through the haze of desire saw him squirming in his seat,
struggling to remain in position. Adding fuel to his fire, she trailed the
tip of the humming toy around her engorged clit. Her head rolled back as
she moaned loudly and dragged it across the sensitive
Directing the point of the toy at the most sensitive part of
her clit, she held it steady as her body began to shake. Her moans grew
louder and more urgent. She was surprised at the quickness of the
approaching climax and clamped her eyes shut trying to will the orgasm to
Again, he was fighting the urge to dive in between her raised
thighs. He longed to taste her womanly juices as they flowed out of her
quivering sex. At the same time, he needed to watch the orgasm that was
threatening to overtake her body.
She rubbed the toy, hard against
her inflamed clit and shot her head up, looking down her body to Tom.
Their eyes locked again and she panted rapidly, her mouth moving but no
sound escaping. Tom reached for his shaft and curled his fist around the
Watching him grip his cock sent her over the edge
of sanity. She slid the vibrator deep into her clenching pussy as wave
after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her head fell back into the
cushions and rolled from side to side, as she groaned primitively.
watched her body buck in the throes of climax. Her thighs quavered and
waved limply as all focus was on her clutching center. The bedspread under
her rotating hips had become drenched with her release. He could smell her
sex and inhaled deeply, getting high on her scent.
waves crashing through her began to subside. She pulled the buzzing toy
out of her wet, quivering sex and sucked it into her mouth. The taste of
her own cum wrenched another groan from deep in her throat. She turned the
base, silencing the motor, and licked the fake cock clean, her eyes locked
He sank back into the cushions and sighed. She had just
fulfilled one of his fantasies and it was better than he'd imagined. The
lusty gleam in her eyes was still there, but had lessened slightly. She
lowered the vibrator to the mattress and pushed herself up, setting on the
edge of the king-sized bed.
"Would you like some coffee? I make a
mean pot of Joe."
He forced a smile and looked down at his drooling
cock. "You might need to ask him."
She chuckled and said, "Waiting
is good. It builds character."
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