She used her hands and identified the parts she had told me about, like the clitoris. I couldn't take my eyes off her pussy.She told me to get on the ...ed and get in a comfortable position where I could watch her. As she began masturbating she was explaining feelings surging through her groin and body. I was so mesmorized I wasn't even jacking myself. I stayed rock hard though. She eventually stopped talking as she really got into it, occasionally fingering her pussy, but mostly stimulating her. I wanted to feel him between my legs, filling me with his warmth, moving with me, sharing his sweet essence with me. I turned ever so slightly, not enough to dislodge his fingers, but just enough so that I could reach him, touch him, touch his maleness. Reaching across my belly, I felt for his cock. Then a current of electrical energy shot up my arm as the tips of my fingers brushed against his rigid hardness. His cock was stiff, hard as steel as I explored it with my finger tips. I couldn't. There was no point in resisting this lifestyle as my medical condition prevented me from reversing this torment. My wife was a beautiful, curvy sexual a****l and she had needs that required satisfaction. This lifestyle could work for us. Her tormenting was one way of her coping with the situation and strangely it helped my situation. I can’t fully explain how, but believe me, this was the best coping mechanism for me. As I reached the top of the stairs I could see Neil holding a video camera as. All the while she never missed a beat wanking my softening member. "Did you like that honey? I can tell by your tightness and your tensing you haven't tried that before, sorry if I shocked you." She winked as she said the final part. Rose stood up to kiss me full on the lips, sharing the taste of my own seed with me. Then without warning she pulled my face to her breasts, baying me to lick my sperm off of her heaving chest; I licked and sucked at her nipples, in all of the excitement it hadn't.