My wife is a lover of all things scratches. I often joke with her that she would be perfectly fine never having sex again as long as she gets scratched nightly.

We will spend an hour or more in bed every night where I will just give her scratches. Most of these scratches are along back and rib cage. She also loves it when I scratch along the center of her glorious ass. Mostly on the top, right where it creases.

Particularly when she shaves she will purr with delight when I scratch the underside of her cheeks and along her panty line on the front as we watch a show together relaxing at night.

Her love of scratches does not end there. She will also extend her legs and arms for me to service.

On particular lengthy scratch nights she will lay her head on my chest so that I can run my fingers onto her scalp through her hair. I’ll gently tug,much to her pleasure and then loosely run my fingers through the length of her thick brunette hair.

Needless to say, my wife is always itchy. That’s why this story is a bit of a mystery

A few nights ago I woke up from a shaking force that was occurring in my bed. When I opened went to open my eyes I was unsure what was happening.

I saw that my wife was on her back, her hips in the air, one leg draped over me. I still had one arm underneath her from how we were cuddling as we slept.

I knew that what she was doing was very interesting but i wasn’t quite sure what it was. I didn’t know if she was sleep masturbating, woke up and decided to masturbate, or was scratching an itch from satan himself.

She was going so hard for so long. In a way that I’ve never seen her do before. She’s not an acoustic masturbator. She elects for the powerful force of the Hitachi magic wand. The movements she was making were mostly left and right over and over again void of the familiar hum of her wand.

She let out a little moan right before she stopped scratching or came to a finish, whichever one it was. Then she rolled onto her side facing away from me.

That image immediately set me on fire. I was solid immediately. No matter the reason for the occurrence, seeing her, her raw attractiveness. Hearing that moan when she was were done. I couldn’t handle it. Her moan alone usually does me in, let alone combined with that image, regardless of the actual act that was occurring.

I put my arms around her and scratched her thighs and the crease of the front of her inside hip, right along that familiar panty line. She let out a few moans.

I scratched her backside, near her panty lines at the convergence of her cheeks. She let out another moan and presented it to me to scratch further. She moaned again a few short seconds later and then shortly after I could hear her breathing change to sleep.

I couldn’t fall back asleep after that. I had a constant reminder of how attracted to her I am. I took myself in my hand. Her ass was leaning against my hip, with her legs spread in just that way that looks so good. She was laying down, prone on her stomach with her ass slightly in the air with one leg shifted just enough to the side as if she was presenting it to me. It immediately reminded me of the times I’ve had her in that position.

With my hand resting on that beautiful backside. I completed the act I needed to for release. It didn’t take long with my pent up desire and longing for her.

After I went back to sleep holding her, wrapped around my arms until we woke up.