Hesitant, she reached down. He pulled his own hand away and stood back, watching as she, blushing fiercely, pleasured herself. Her thighs were trembling—she could feel it coming quickly again. Her breath was uneven, her eyes closed tight to ward off her husband's piercing, studious stare. She couldn't help her moans. She rubbed at herself faster, adding pressure—she could feel her muscles contracting, trying to grasp for something that wasn't there. Her feet were still restrained, but her hips were pushing up into her hand as her climax climbed to its peak.