My wife of 45-plus years, Anne, had left for a girl's weekend retreat, leaving me and our hound dog to work, relax, and enjoy the weekend at our own pace. After wrapping up some office paperwork, I picked up my iPad to peruse a favorite marriage sexual intimacy website.
Earlier in the week, my urologist did the finger thing on me--not the most pleasant examination, yet having had the exam many times before, it no longer bothered me. He expressed concern with my slightly enlarged prostate and offered the basic advice: pee first thing in the morning, don't drink caffeinated beverages, etc. The websites I was looking at has terrific advice from bloggers and forum members on all things related to sexual intimacy and sexual health. A few searches on 'prostate,' 'prostate health,' and 'prostate massage' yielded interesting advice. One caught my eye, and I'll admit, woke my limp dick up.
A poster wrote, "My urologist urged me to ejaculate two to three times per week for good prostate health. Evacuating the prostate on a consistent basis is absolutely essential. As men age, their libido wanes, so you need to have intercourse or masturbate regularly even if you are not in the mood."
Hmm, I thought, that's true for me. In my late 60s, it's easy to go 10 days or longer without a good orgasm. Thankfully, Anne and I enjoy Friday night sex and if we get horny, we jack-off and jill-off together or by ourselves. Problem is, I don't get horny enough to consistently cum with Anne or by myself at least three times weekly.
As I continued to read posts about prostate massage using a toy or fingers (one's own or one's wife's), my old cock started to harden. When I moved, I felt that familiar cold, wet spot in my briefs.
Come to think of it, the last time my prostate had emptied was a week before when Anne came to bed, snuggled up to me, and whispered, "Let me jack-you off tonight. I'd love to cum, but my head is spinning with too many things to get ready for our retreat." I lay back and let her take me from zero to blast-off in about 5 minutes.
Anne's amazingly good at taking full control, and that night she insisted that it be "hands-off" for me and "hands-on" by her. She began by flicking my left nipple with her tongue as she moved her left hand across my chest to squeeze my pec and tweak my right nipple. Then she slowly shifted her hand down the middle of my chest, past my stomach, and massaged and kneaded my abdomen. That's when my dick really began to swell and throb up and down. Anne then bore down with the heel of her hand on my pubic bone and just above it, massaging the area deeply. Both of us love that technique. The pressure, whether on her mons pubis area or my pubic area, feels so good. When we do it to each other, it elicits the first moans of ecstatic delight, and for me, that's exactly what happened.
My cock was begging to be stroked, and as my hand went for my engorged member, Anne pushed it away, firmly telling me, 'No!' Instead of stroking my cock for me, she bit down on my left nipple and reached for my boys to gently finger them lovingly.
This is her way of providing a tender time out for me. Although it feels good, it's not as intense as her grinding on my pubic area. We discovered that the massage on her mons pubis area by me and on my pubic area by her provides direct external massage stimulation to her g-spot and my p-spot, respectively.
Anne knew I was getting more excited, so she shifted into high gear. Years ago, I coached her to alternatively massage my perineum, squeeze my balls, and stretch out my sac to maximize my pleasurable pain. Nothing ramps me up like a deep external massage on my prostate in combination with pressure on the base of my cock and balls.