There’s little in the way of sexual pleasure that Miriam and I haven’t experienced in nine years of marriage. Some of the things we’ve tried, like oral and anal sex, have become regular items on our lovemaking menu, whereas others, like bondage and spanking, are “specials” indulged in less frequently but with equally satisfying results. Still, what turns us on more than anything else, what very often serves as a delicious appetizer to the main course, is simple masturbation, with Miriam the performer and me an enthralled audience of one.

Now, you may think that watching a woman you’ve known intimately for nine years play with herself is no big deal, but you don’t know my wife. Miriam has always enjoyed getting herself off (she tells me that she masturbates at least once every day, usually in the afternoon while watching one of her favorite soaps) and to have me present while she performs enhances her pleasure a hundredfold.

It was back when we were dating that I first watched Miriam masturbate. She insisted on remaining a virgin until we tied the knot, and aside from kissing and the occasional feel of her tits, she refused me all sexual contact. But she would play with herself for me, and I can still see her in a disheveled sprawl on the back seat of my car, her pretty face flushed as she fingered herself to orgasm. I, in the front seat, would be carefully stroking my cock, determined to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible.

Actually, only two things have changed since those days. First, we no longer masturbate in a car, except on long drives when Miriam, little devil that she is, lifts her skirt, takes down her panties and commences playing with herself while I try desperately to keep my eyes on the road. Second, I no longer touch my cock while watching my wife masturbate only at the end, when she is ready to come, do I start the rapid stroking that results in our coming together. Other times, she’ll want me to stick my cock inside one of her holes when she’s ready to explode.

Last night Miriam was in a real horny state and put on a particularly arousing show. As usual, I removed all of my clothes and settled into the comfortable armchair in the corner of the bedroom. Miriam, having stripped down to a pair of powder blue bikini style underpants, took note of my already swelling cock and said, “Well now, talk about giving a girl inspiration. Let’s see if we can’t make him thicker and longer than he’s ever been.”

With that, my wife began fondling her pert breasts, squeezing those tempting, grapefruit sized globes of flesh and running a finger around and over the pointy pink nipples. Pinching her nipples, she emitted a small sigh of pleasure. Keeping one hand at her breasts, she slid the other one down along her flat tummy to her pantied crotch, cupping it lovingly. “God, I’m really hot tonight, hon,” she said. “And wet. Can you see the large wet spot on my panties?”

Actually, I couldn’t, but just hearing my wife tell me about it caused me to grip the armrests a bit tighter. With my cock on the rise, I watched Miriam begin stroking her pussy through her underpants, her sighs of pleasure like music to my ears. “Mmm…that feels so nice,” she cooed. I told Miriam she looked especially lovely, and she opened her eyes and thanked me with a warm smile.

Now, still fondling her tits with her left hand, she snaked her right hand down inside her pants and resumed a slow motion stroking of her pussy. Seeing the bulge her hand made in the skimpy panties was exciting, as was he sensual squirming of her hips on the bed and the dreamy expression on her pretty face. “Take you pants off, baby,” I said in a voice thickening with lust.

“So soon? All right.” Miriam lifted her hips up off the bed as she worked the flimsy panties down around her hips and then sat up to peel them down her legs to her feet. On her back again and with the panties dangling on one foot, she kicked out her leg, sending the wisp of material sailing through the air. No sooner had the panties landed on her vanity than she was back caressing herself, this time using two hands on her aroused pussy. “Ooh, it’s just pouring out of me, hon,” she cooed. “I’m making a big puddle on the bed.”

I swallowed hard, my eyes remaining glued to my wife as she now started fingering her clit while slowly pumping two fingers of her other hand in her lubricious love hole. As always, she was taking her time, teasing herself, padding the pleasure for both of us. “I’ll bet I could get my whole hand inside tonight,” she said, working a third finger into her dripping cunt.

After a few minutes Miriam changed position, rolling over onto her stomach and then lifting herself up into a crouch. With her head resting on the pillow, her face toward me and her lovely little bottom sticking up in the air, she reached back between her legs and resumed the teasing of her cunt. “Baby, that’s so beautiful,” I said. “Look what you’ve done to my cock.”

Miriam opened her eyes and smiled, obviously pleased if not surprised to find my cock fully erect and throbbing in readiness. In truth, it was so hard it hurt. I had reached that point in my wife’s performance when the urge to touch myself was almost unbearable, and yet in the frustration there was the tingling promise of ecstasy.

Miriam took her fingers from her juicy pussy and put them in her mouth, licking them clean. She did this several times and then, getting up on her knees, reached into her nightstand drawer and took out her slim dildo, her largest vibrator and a tube of KY jelly. These were the props for her grand finale.

I watched intently as she coated the slim dildo with the colorless lubricant. “You know where this is going, right?” she said, smiling over at me. “It’s going to hide for a little while in a very dark, warm place.” Tossing the tube of jelly aside, Miriam got back into the submissive crouch and then, reaching around behind her, laced the head of the dildo at her asshole. My eyes stayed riveted to her uptilted bottom as she slowly and carefully began working the dildo into her rear hole. Penetration was easy enough, and soon only an inch or so of the dildo remained visible, the rest having been imbedded in her back passage. The sight of her cute little asshole stretched tightly around the look alike cock caused my cock to twitch.

Now, with the dildo protruding from her upraised ass, Miriam took the vibrator and began running it up, down and rapidly around her pussy. Then she worked the vibrator into her furry hole a little at a time, her damp face showing the pleasure of the penetration. When most of the instrument was inside her cunt, she switched it on and began working it in and out.

She was moaning now, sighing rapturously, her grip on reality lessening with each passing second. She was slipping away from me, floating on a cloud of pleasure. Realizing that she would be coming very soon, I pushed myself up out of the chair and, with my cock bobbing, stepped quickly to the bed. “Go ahead, baby,” I almost shouted. “Come for me. I’m ready. I’m waiting for you.”

Through eyes glazed with lust, I looked down at my wife, who was grunting and groaning into the pillow just as she did when I fucked her from behind. The vibrator was humming in her pussy and the slim dildo was still lodged in her bottom. What a sight!

“The dildo!” my wife exclaimed suddenly. “Take it out of my ass.” The moment it had been removed, she spun over onto her back. One hand continued pumping the vibrator in her pussy while one finger of the other furiously rubbed her clit. And then, seconds later, she was coming. “Now, baby!” she cried out. “Now!”

My right hand flew to my hot cock. No sooner had my wet fingers curled around the blood engorged member than it started gushing, jets of come streaming out in an arc and splashing down on my wife’s contracting pussy. I thought for sure that I’d fall down, so rubbery were my legs, but I managed to stay on my feet until the last glob of come had flown from my cock. Breathing heavily, I dropped onto the bed.

When Miriam had calmed down, she eased the vibrator from her drenched cunt and let it drop between her legs. Then she ran her fingers through the semen on her stomach, smearing it all over. She scooped up some on one finger and brought it to her mouth, licking it clean as she smiled at me.

Miriam has asked me to end this letter by asking other female readers of Variations to write in about their masturbatory techniques. She’d also like to know if their men get as much of a thrill out of watching them masturbate as I do watching her.

Mr. L.E., Minnesota