My wife caught me wanking in our bedroom. I was lying naked on my back on the bed. Not with porn or anything, thank God, just my imagination and lube. I should say here that we are both in our fifties. I looked at her in horror, my boner still in my hand. She looked back at me, her face expressionless. “Do you have any idea how stupid you look doing that,” she said. I thought she'd go away but she didn't. She came into the room and sat down. I got off the bed and fumbled for my clothes. “Oh, you don't have to get dressed,” she said and a moment later:”in fact stay as you are. I like you like that.” I began to protest. “Stay,” she said, her voice icy now. I sat back on the bed, not looking at her. I felt like a small boy. Speaking quite casually, she said: “You know, when I see a man, I often wonder what he looks like when he's masturbating. I used to do that when I was a small girl and my father was telling me off. I wonder what you look like when you masturbate, daddy, I'd think. Now I have you, my very own – what's the word? – wanker living with me. I married a wanker.” Wanker, she repeated savouring the word. She paused and added “not that I should be surprised since you all do it, wanking away at yourselves all the time on the sly.” I reached for my trousers again but she said uhuh, obviously enjoying my embarrassment. “Well,” she said, “I'm sorry to have caught you in the middle of your little wank. I think the best thing is for you to finish what you started while I watch.” I didn't have a boner any more but she made me get it back and masturbate to the end. She applauded my cumming with a slow hand clap and an amused smile.