Early yesterday at three in the morning, I was awakened by a phone call. My wife was still asleep like a rock, so I jumped out of bed, expecting to learn that my sick, elderly mother had passed away, or was seriously ill. To my suprise, it was my wife's friend (Ann, I'll call her), telling me that she was depressed, and needed to talk to someone (no, for anyone who knows her, this behaviour is not out of the ordinary for her). Being that my wife was still fast asleep, and I knew wouldn't be in any mood to talk to anyone, while I myself was relieved the call wasn't bad news, I sat down on the couch and started to talk. Touching on one subject after another, I started talking about when my wife's Mom had died of lung cancer, and how, afterward, when she and I were going through her things, we had found a vibrator in the nightstand. well, being that I had found a long time ago how I could discuss more intimate subjects with Ann, I told her how we felt a little awkward finding the sex toy, not because neither of us had ever seen one before, since after all, my wife has a nightstand drawer of her own filled with the things, I said. Rather, it was because I never thought of my mother-in-law as a masturbator. But that shouldn't have thrown me, I had told her, "since after all, my wife is a masturbator." Now, this was a fact about my wife that Ann knew about her friend for sometime. I made mention how we had ended up throwing away the vibrator, since women shouldn't use other women's toys, for hygenic reasons, and that for sometime my wife prefers humping pillows to buying vibrators.
"Pillows are alot cheaper," Ann agreed.
"Well, she says humping pillows feels alot better," I added, suddenly suprised by my own candor about my wife's "habit." From there, I was describing how my wife would hump her pillow during that certain time of the month, and how masturbating was the best way she knew of to fend off the accompanying cramps. Getting off helped for the pain of her irritable bowel and her acid reflux, too. She had even bought herself a brand new pillow the day before, which she had taken for a solo ride not many hours before. As I talked, my dick had gotten stiff, was threatening to explode without the benefit of me even jacking off! And all this time, I could see my wife in my mind's eye, laying down on her stomach in bed, and furiously bucking back and forth to gring her naked pussy against the pillow underneath her. After an hour, Ann told me she was feeling alot better, and had to go to get something to eat. Going back to bed, and finding my masturbator wife still fast asleep, I laid down next to her, and beat off thinking about her riding her pillow to orgasm!