My late wife enjoyed watching me. It started out guite innocently. We were sitting in our lounge one winter evening, she was on her phone and I watching a program on TV. I had a throw across my lap and legs, I was scratching my thigh under the throw and she looked over and asked what I was doing. I replied I was watching the TV program. She said, no not that, what are doing under the throw? I said I was scratching my leg. She responded with sure you were. I defended myself asserting that I was. She told me to let her see, so I pulled the throw back and showed her that nothing untold was happening. She was disappointed and remarked that she had been hopeful that she was going to get to see a "show". A short while later I asked her if she was serious about seeing a show to which she replied enthusiastically yes. I was encouraged, and managed to drop my pajama pants to my knees under the throw without her noticing. I started to fondle myself and got hard. At that point I started being more obvious with my movements. She looked over from her phone and asked if I was scratching again. I replied with what do you think as I pulled the throw aside and allowed her to see what I was up to. She set her phone aside and stared intently at the action. Per her request I removed the throw and pajama pants completely, turned to face her and spread my legs to give her a private "show". She encouraged me to go slower, then faster, then slower. She essentially had me edge myself for a while until she ready to see me spurt my load. It became a somewhat regular thing from then on, either her asking for a "show" or me asking if she wanted a "show" a couple of times per month. I figured if she was into it and enjoyed watching the least I could do was accommodate her.
