My Wife's Mask

Tags: M/F, Hypnosis, Somnophilia, Changing Perspectives

{Wife}

Another long and beyond exhausting day had me laying in bed, not having to put on more than a loose cotton dress to sleep in. A heating blanket was turned on under my back and my book opened to a page I was pretty sure at this point I'd read twice. My husband laid there next to me on his side, a slight grin on his face lit by his phone screen as he more than likely doom scrolled reddit. The slightest of sighs escaped me as I shifted on the blanket to get more comfortable, unintentionally moving lower so that my husband’s free hand which had been stroking up and down my inner thigh brushed against my teased lips. I would almost swear I’d seen his eyes flick to look at me when it happened, his grin just slightly wider but I couldn’t quite be sure if I’d imagined it in the flickering light of him scrolling. 

On nights like this it had become our routine, particularly when one of us was exhausted. We would watch TV till we were caught up on what shows we were doing our best to keep track of, then we’d do a bit of our own thing, reading, scrolling on our phones, or just relaxing in each other's company. As we would continue to wind down my husband’s hand would often find its way to my thigh and gently stroke my bare skin. It would slip up under my dress than back down, starting on the outside before wandering to the inside, again up and down my leg, teasing, relaxing and comforting all at the same time. When we laid closer his arm would reach across my waist and similarly stroke and pet my other leg, if it was comfortable.  Often near absent minded I would find myself spreading my legs so it was closer to him, letting his fingers wander further without him straining. 

On nights I wasn’t up for more than what he’d done so far I could just lightly put my hand on his or nudge his hand away with my hips if he was getting to handsy, but most often I’d just enjoy the steady build up. Stroking my outer thigh, inner thigh, up under my dress to the hem of my panties. Following the edge of the fabric back down between my legs and than his fingers training away down my thigh again. On nights I wore no dress his fingers would trace the waistband of my underwear before jumping down to the hem and following that down my leg as part of his petting and caress, eventually his fingers finding their way just under the fabric to add to the tease. But, on nights like tonight I didn’t bother wearing underwear. His fingers were a bit more quick to brush along my mound. 

Most of you reading right now are probably already thinking you know where this is going. That most nights end with a sensual embrace as he slides deep within, but honestly more often than not I fall asleep under his touch. Another soft sigh escapes my lips as his index and ring finger slide down the outside of my mound, his middle finger just barely brushing my lips. My book at this point forgotten, more just held up to keep my hands occupied, I squirm just a bit to get a bit extra contact while his hands wander. Already though my eyelids are fighting me but I push through another page trying to focus on the story, but it's a futile effort. 

Down my inner thigh I feel his fingers glide again before he picks his hand up and I watch it out of the corner of my eye. He lightly sucks his middle finger, the slightest trail of saliva reflected in the light as he pulls it away and rests it back between my legs. I just manage to resist raising my hips to his touch as I put my bookmark on my page and feel the tips of his outer two fingers spread my lips. The moving air from the AC vent causing me to slightly bite my lip as I put the book on my bedside and reach for my sleep mask. 

I could feel a dew forming between my legs, be it from anticipation or his stimulation I was not sure but it made me smile. My eyes closed as his middle finger lightly came down right on my clit and gently brushed down between my lips before gliding back up, moving in small back and forth motions before circling just around the hood of my small button and going back down. God, I was teasing and relaxing all at once. I wanted more, to feel it more. I quickly pulled on my sleep max, resting it on my forehead and turning it on before picking up my phone. These masks were great, having bluetooth speakers in them meant we could listen to two separate audio books without disturbing each other from noise or light. I bucked slightly into his fingers as he brushed my clit again in a small circle. A small part of me though loved the rush of sensory deprivation between the audio not letting me hear him and the sight not letting me see. 

I found where I was in my audiobook as the tip of his middle finger dipped just inside me, my body unconsciously squeezing on his finger pushing it out. Now with a little of my own moisture I felt his middle finger slide back up and circle my clit just barely brushing it as I sight and pulled my mask down. We said our good nights and as he leaned over kissing my cheek I felt as his middle finger slid in me up to the second knuckle, eliciting a gasp and me to slightly arch into it before he retreated. 

It would be hard to tell you how long I stayed awake under his touch and my book. I heard at least two chapter titles and felt his fingers caress and tease me gently, only stopping to I assume taste me on his fingers. Whenever they'd pull away and come back he would start again slow, gliding over my mound, between my lips, rubbing them together and working them apart. Gently circling and teasing my button while a finger tip would work me open than pull away. Eventually he'd work one finger back inside his thumb lightly rolling over my clit which is how I fell asleep….

I wasn't sure what time it was when I woke up, my mask was silent which was unusual because I didn't use any sleep timers and there were two hands between my legs. My husband's hand rested just at the top of my thigh but own own was resting over my mound. I squeezed my legs together in slight embarrassment feeling how wet I was, the sudden slight pulling away motion causing my man to pull his hand away than roll over. I bit my lip reaching down and exploringly ran a finger between my own lips. I was damp and felt very warm but it was a bit sticky more like after edging than going out for a bit.

Without moving the bed too much I lifted my mask and checked my phone. It had disconnected which is why my story had paused which was weird but I just reconnected it and after finding where I'd started the night rolled over and laid my hand against my husband's back before falling asleep.

~~ A Few Nights Later ~~

Walking into our room after my shower I finished drying my hair and dropped the towel ceremoniously into the basket, teasing my husband before I bent over to pull a dress out of my dresser, teasing him as I pulled it on. It was a little short and revealed the bottom of my but as I turned around to grab a pair of underwear before something stayed my hand. No underwear meant he'd tease me just a bit sooner. I thought not for the first time ever but it was definitely a more common thought the last two nights in particular.

Getting into bed I made a point to stretch and arch my back on my knees kitten like before laying face down and wiggling my butt, causing my dress to ride up and expose myself. This earned me a playful but well deserved smack on the ass followed by a firm squeeze which got of course another wiggle. 

Still laying in my stomach I felt his hand exploring down my leg from where he could reach as I let my face just rest in my pillow smiling. I always liked being pet but today since dinner I've been looking forward to it, wanting it, rather than being content if I got it or not. Subtly I moved to spread my legs just a bit as his fingers went across the small of my back before sliding between my cheeks. Biting my lip in expectation I kicked my legs in a playful tantrum when he expertly navigated between my legs not quite touching anywhere I found I wanted.

Thirty minutes later would find me struggling to read my book as his ring finger sunk only one knuckle in and out of my open slit. I had almost decided not to read and just put on my mask but I had promised myself to read a few pages every night this year. Honestly right now I wouldn't have minded if he got on top of me and replaced his finger with the tip of his cock but it seemed, oddly so, that he had less desire than I did. We had of course like most married couples had dry spells here and there, some much worse than others but here I was, as obviously willing as I could imagine without participating myself and he was scrolling his phone, occasionally giving me a smile if our eyes met or when I let out a teased moan.

I eventually gave up on my book after about 8 pages and worked to get my audiobook playing and my mask on. I found my spot and hit play then leaned over and kissed him which he returned passionately. Rolling onto my side, back to him, I pulled my leg up exposing myself to him once again as a sign to not stop. When his hand didn't immediately return I reached behind me and patting the bed for his hand and found his boxers and with a complete brat thought gently stocked his very solid shaft once before finding his hand and placing it back on the inner thigh of my bottom leg so his thumb rested across my lips. I didn't mind what he did right now as long as he didn't stop, I found myself thinking. I wiggled back easing against his thumb as he ran it between my lips, eventually sinking his full thumb inside me as his index finger rolled over my clit till I fell asleep smiling….

Again I woke up in darkness and silence for the 6th night in a row. It was annoying that I needed something audio to listen to while sleeping and my mask-headset kept disconnecting in the night. As I came further aware of my surroundings I had my blanket clamped between my legs and I could tell it and then we're damp. Grabbing my phone and restarting my listening I wondered what my husband would do if he woke up to me sucking him off or better yet riding him…or what if he'd wake me up entering me. Softly I reached down and sliding my hand under his blanket found him sporting a very firm erection but he rolled away as the air clicked on, leaving me to sleep very much wanting.

~~A couple nights later~~

Closing the door behind me I fell into bed, no prep and zero energy left. My feet were dangling over the foot of the bed and I was on top of all the blankets but I didn't want to move, but the idea of getting to bed and laying with my husband's hands caressing me, teasing me, had given me the drive to finish what I needed to do. He can't do those things if you're dressed. A one time small and meek voice that had particularly the last two nights had been growing louder said in my thoughts. I couldn't deny it though. Last night I hadn't felt well at all and had gone to bed fully dressed, only eventually taking my shirt off to get my chest free of my bra. My dutiful man though had rubbed my back and shoulders, still occasionally teasing between my legs but obviously not his focus, till he had helped me get my mask set up and pulled me in close as my big spoon. 

His bare chest against my back and arm around my waist had made me warm and grow just a bit damp between my legs. I pulled his hand from my waist to cup by breast before wiggling my butt against his lap. I felt bad as I felt his reaction but I just didn't feel well enough for anything more. 

When I woke up last night I wasn't even annoyed that my music wasn't playing. I was hot and needed my pants off. It took restraint to not just flail to get them free but my man was still spooning me. Once I had my legs free I worked my way back against him and bit my lip. Pushed between my ass and his waist was his shaft. Not completely erect I could tell but it had definitely worked out the fly of his boxers. Nervously I raised my top leg and reached between my legs to feel him. Not like I hadn't just flailed a lot more than this but I wasn't sure I wanted to wake him up now. 

As I forced myself out of the memory of chickening out of doing anything I quickly stripped naked throwing my clothes in the basket right as he returned from the shower. The low whistle he let out made me blush and smile. Dropping his own towel he revealed he hadn't bothered even putting on boxers and slowly he crawled up on the bed giving a teasing growl as I scooted back laying down as he leered over me. I pulled my hands up over my face blushing as he nuzzled into my check, his bare chest brushing over my erect nipples, the head of his cock brushing over my waist. Gently he kissed and bit my neck while holding himself over me and I sighed into my hands. I needed him touching me. I needed to have my mask on and just leave myself open to him. I didn't mind what he did because what he did felt good.

I felt a drip of precum sliding down my waist between my legs knowing he wanted me as much but knew he probably couldn't just jump right in so he started to kiss down my arms. I quickly grabbed the sleep mask and, not caring, just found some random music to put on. I didn't hold back from moving into his body as his kisses explored my body. He knew my body better than anyone else I'd ever been with and after over a decade.

I sighed with pleasure as his tongue slid around my quickly dampening pussy lips, and over my mound. Eventually sliding up between them and spreading them open. Sensually slow he took his time between my legs, one arm wrapped around my leg to hold it as a pillow the other helping his devouring of my needy slit. As his tongue wrapped around my clit the pad of his thumb would make small circles over my hole that would try to open for it and pull it in. Then he would sink his thumb in sucking on my clit and rolling it along his tongue. I probably fell asleep once or twice to his manipulations but as he'd bring me to the edge I would wake up and gasp and moan while he held me down. 

Eventually the next time I woke up he was laying beside me gently but easily fingering me, one of my legs over his waist, my body easily exposed for him to take me at any time. I spotted as close to him as I could and reaching between us threaded his cock between our legs. He moved his hand out of my way and lightly cupped my breast gently massaging it. I wanted to just shove him inside me but he'd been so intent on foreplay and dragging it out I found a desire to do the same. I lightly stroked his shaft while running the head up and down my slit, teasing my clit at the top and just spreading my hole open over the mushroom head before repeating. I could only imagine how built up he must be, unless he'd taken care of himself after I'd slept, particularly with nearly two weeks of solid foreplay.

I felt myself drifting as much as I didn't want to. My motions getting slower. Eventually I knew I couldn't keep awake but I wanted him to know he could keep going so lining his head against my open needy body I spotted down just enough to feel his head engulfed by my warmth. Pulling my hand up I wiggled and gave the head a bit of a squeeze which he returned with a slight thrust but coming to rest still just barely within me. As I drifted, his hand slid down and came to rest his middle finger rolling over my clit.

{Husband's Point of View}

DONT CUM DONT CUM, I took a deep breath, don't cum. I thought, fighting every primal urge and fetish we both shared. My middle finger was all I was willing to move as every couple circles caused her body to clench and attempt to milk the head of my shaft. I attempted to count in my head how long this experiment had been going on and to the best count I could come up with it had been 15 days, maybe. I let my hand roam down and ran the back of my fingers down my shaft lightly stroking it before sliding back up to her clit, making a circle and going back along her lips to my shaft and as far down as I could reach.

It had been during her last period I had accidentally found that there was some local, paired, sharing setting which let me see her Bluetooth sleep mask and one quick experiment later while she was in the shower showed me that I could take over what was playing. The first night I did it I just put on some space ambient music that I knew she'd listened to in the past but then I'd had a wild idea. A reddit post about audio suggestions as a superpower and a NSFW reply about hypnotism files had me wondering if they even worked. 

Thinking about the last two weeks had distracted me and it was only having to freeze and take several deep breaths to not flood her with cum that brought me back to my senses. I had slowly been thrusting about a quarter of my length in and out while my hand was teasing her clit again, her breathing ragged and shallow. Finally I had gotten the courage to search Reddit for one of those supposed hypno files and after teasing my wife to sleep i'd waited an hour and played it for her. The first night had no obvious effect, the second and the third the same. She had complained that her audio book kept disconnecting in the night but I'd just offered to buy her a new mask. The next few nights she'd gotten in bed with either just panties or just a shirt, then she'd been a bit more flirty in the morning and definitely more as we got closer to bed.

I took the time to slide my phone out from under the pillow as I was sure she was asleep and hijacking the mask hit play on the file again. I had no idea what it sounded like not willing to make myself more horny than I already was. Tracing around her slit and my shaft I felt her wiggle against me pushing a bit down my shaft but no more than I'd been thrusting earlier. Then one night when I had asked to take her to dinner she'd worn a skirt for me, without me asking and then on the way home placed my hand on her leg and pulled it up to reveal no underwear. The next night though nearly made me quit. She'd felt so bad and I'd done my best to focus on just making her feel better that I'd been mind blown when she placed my hand on her breast and squeezed it with her own. Then when I woke up to her naked the next morning I resolved to try for the rest of her cycle.

I was slowly rocking my hips so just the top of my shaft slid in and out of this amazing wife while I thought about the project knowing if he wasn't careful I'd lose control inside her and possibly ruin everything and put us at a huge risk, maybe… it had been 14 days, was it safe? If I could reach her phone I could check her tracking and would know. but as I tried to reach I realized it was pushing my shaft deeper and I couldn't handle it. A few deep breaths and a wiggle to leave just the head of my cock firmly inside her warmth I put my phone back under my pillow and took her breast in my free hand gently massaging it while rolling the nipple against my palm.

{Wife's Point of View}

~~ Next morning ~~

How was she not covered in cum? She thought to herself, wondering how her husband had such restraint. They were both still naked and the sheets showed that both of them had probably leaked a lot but sliding one finger between her legs which was unusually sensitive and opened quite easily it didn't feel like he'd finished on or in her. Looking her husband over with a bit of love and lust it did take her a moment to debate if she was disappointed or not. Sure they took risks but how hot would it have been if he'd really taken a risk of not asking her if he could or if it was safe. She likes doing that to him sometimes on the first or second safe days if they did fool around just refusing to let him pull out.

She shook her head, she'd been teasing herself but didn't have time for that. Clearing her head she got up and after a quick psych up, leaned over and licked his shaft from base to tip. He definitely tasted like a bit of both of them. Then she shook his foot to wake him up before going to shower, she at least had to rinse off.

{Husband}

“Fuuuuuck…” he thought to himself having woken up to the lick and been praying for more. When he heard the shower start though he knew it wasn't happening this morning. Then a new thought, now I can check her phone. Quickly grabbing it he opened the tracking app and breathed a slight sigh of relief. For as much as he could trust an app yesterday had only been kinda safe but today if he could keep it up it was in the green zone.

{Wife}

I found myself zoning out again while out shopping. Every time I closed my eyes I found myself extremely aware of the small lace thong I'd chosen to wear under my yoga pants. I squeezed my legs together and collected myself as I finished shopping. Just this then dinner and I can be in bed with him again. I was taken aback at the thought but then again it was our alone time but it used to be in looked forward to just the time spent together and then enjoyed the pets if I got them, now I could almost say I longed for them.

Finally getting home I smiled at my husband and after asking what he wanted for dinner, stripped my pants off revealing the lace he'd bought me at some point and put on an apron. The whole time I was making dinner I could feel him watching me and occasionally thought he was touching himself. 

Dinner was quick and we worked together to put away leftovers and wash dishes before I asked if he wanted to lay down and watch TV. Almost too quickly, too eagerly he said yes.

Slowly I took off the apron and he followed me into the bedroom. I stopped just in front of the bed and he was behind me, one hand around my waist, stroking over the lace which was soaked and the other around my chest hand just clasped around my neck. If I didn't need him so much I probably would have fallen to my knees but I liked feeling caught as I leaned back against him, his erection straining against his gym shorts. I didn't want to wait and while my arms were pinned down they could easily reach back and after fumbling with the fly got his shaft out already slick with precum. 

I heard him gasp and growl into my ear, his fingers teasing my clit easily with how sensitive it was before killing the small bit of fabric to the slide and expertly spreading my lips. I gasped and raised on my tippy toes so I could thread his cock between my legs. I felt him engulf his cock with his hand and rub it between my lips, grinding it against my clit, getting the whole shaft wet before he pulled and we both worked to line him up and with a thrust me buried in me to the hilt. 

I moaned and gasped as he nearly got weak in the knees but we managed to stay on our feet both mildly overwhelmed after two weeks of foreplay. Getting what little composure we could he started thrusting, one hand around my neck the other on my clit, my first orgasm after weeks not taking any more effort as I feel forward and he lowered me into the bed still thrusting. I wasn't able to tell him to keep going but he probably wouldn't have stopped unless I begged.

Composing myself while he used my collapsed body I got my hand between my legs and played with his very full balls while he took hold of my hips for traction. Thrust after thrust but he was slowing down and starting to throb. He couldn't last and I didn't want him to. I gently squeezed and fondled him hoping to feel flooded.

{Husband}

This was going to be it. I had paused to give her the chance to tell me to stop but when she took hold of me I knew I would disappoint her to stop and as she squeezed again I pushed deep and pulled back for another plunge. The next thrust was it. I pushed as deep as my shaft would reach and felt the waves of two weeks of foreplay surge from deep and flood my amazing wife. One pulse then two, by the third I was thrusting again wanting to pump it all in so none would leak out. I held her hips and worked my shaft in and out with deliberate force. 

It wasn't till I felt nothing else coming I pulled out and gently helped my wife up onto the bed. She was panting and after rolling over onto her back laid nearly spread eagle. I wasn't sure why but I could tell we weren't done tonight and so running my fingers up and down her thighs she squirmed, covered her face and mumbled something that could have only been please. 

Well who was I to argue so my fingers went back to work between her legs while I recovered, not going completely soft myself but definitely needing time before I could completely perform again. I cupped her mound with a smile, my middle finger sinking in her easily while it was all my wife could do to grind herself into my palm. She put her feet flat so her knees were bent and made small thrusts up into my finger which I met with adding a second finger. Whenever I’d push deep I could feel what I thought was the results of our first round and it oddly aroused me more to be playing with my cum as lube for what could maybe be a round two if I could keep her aroused long enough. That thought alone sent a small throb to my shaft.

{Wife}

It was too much and just enough all at once, particularly when I felt his second finger slide in so easily next to his first. It wasn’t much compared to his full length but I was so sensitive, but I needed more. I needed my mask to not be able to see or hear. I didn’t quite know where that was coming from but it felt right, to be played with and teased in bed every night was the right thing to happen and when it had worked up too much to have an overwhelming night like we were having.

I uncovered my face and grabbed the mask, my hips raising to meet his palm, my legs squeezing together around his hand as though trying to squeeze it in deeper. I felt his fingers curl inside me and moaned as my mask covered my eyes. My hands now free to now have to cover my face. They wandered down, one found his still semi hard shaft and started to stroke it while my other took and cupped my own breast. He was still wet from before and it made sliding up and down his length, it was still twitching between my fingers easy while I pinched and grabbed my own boob. 

I wanted more hands on me, I wanted more teasing, deprivation, thoughts that weren’t quite normal for me raising only the slightest of alarm bells before the sensation of how good his shaft felt swelling in my hand pushed those away. It was like someone had convinced me this was all right and I was so glad that they had. I finally composed myself as I felt him swell against my palm and rolled onto my side like I had the other night, top leg pulled up, exposing myself to him. 

Holding my husband by the shaft I pulled him close, which he came so willingly. Spooning behind me I tapped his cock against my soaked slit gasping as it hit my clit. I felt as he started thrusting through my fingers, the head of his length brushing over my clit as teasing as it ever was. On the next thrust I lined him up and he plunged past my entrance and deep into his previous mess. I pushed back against him wanting to just hold him inside me, my arm grabbing his hip while his hand we weren't laying on top of wrapped over me and pulled my leg up just a bit higher. The stretch and manipulation of my body meeting no resistance as I felt him able to slide just a bit deeper. 

We both moaned, my mind seemingly convinced that at night this was just what could happen while my body reacted with pure positivity. For a brief second I thought about how sore I'd be in the morning and how much I would need a shower but then those thoughts were pushed away by that oh so newly confident voice saying Don’t worry about that, its latter problems. 

Long thrust with pauses of grinding as deep as we could get, mixed with short thrust where just the head of the shaft spread me open. When we’d get short on breath one of us would just rock back and forth keeping us both moving and in the moment. I couldn’t say how many times I fell asleep, just to be awoken on a deep thrust but the last time I woke up was to his hand on my hip pulling me back and I felt my husband’s seed for the second time spraying inside me. I wiggled and pushed back before grabbing his hand and pulling it off my hip and trapping it under my arm where I could kiss his fingers. 

{Husband}

I was exhausted, spent, did not even want to move but I was grinning like a mad man. I kissed the back of my gorgeous amazing wild wife’s neck and whispered I loved her which got another wiggle and kiss of my fingers. I could nearly have fallen asleep right then and there too, but I had one last thing to do as I slid my phone out and connected to her mask again, My finger hovered over the file I’d played every night so far when before I clicked play it moved down just one line to the one labeled Stage_2.wav