Author's note: Just another cooked up story, something unlikely to happen, but would be great if it did as it is a fantasy of mine. Everyone is over 18 obviously.
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Over the years I mastered the art of masturbation. Pleasing yourself is one of the best cures for, well ... everything really. That long drawn out pleasure culminating in an orgasm beyond equal was a quest I had perfected over thousands of sessions of self-control.
Bringing yourself exquisitely to the peak and then pausing everything before you go tumbling over the edge is a satisfaction unto itself.
The end result is like nothing anyone else can give you unless they are skilled in the art themselves. Many look down on masturbation as an illness or an addiction. But I disagree. I love the sensation of my sperm rushing through my dick, those few seconds of total ecstasy, and if it is an addiction, then so be it.
I think it is fair to point out that I have been married for over twenty years now, and thankfully, my wife enjoys sex as much as I do. Our love making is often, and commonly culminates in her orgasming five to six times in the span of a few minutes.
I try to hold back as much as possible using my technique when we end up masturbating together. Such a satisfying feeling knowing that your partner is on the same level of horniness as you are.
Naturally, being so oversexed does have its disadvantages. And that is of wanting to experience that sensation continuously. Sometimes I used to manage to lay off during the day, but mostly I just would go nuts, requiring a release which would not only satisfy me sexually, but also mentally.
My office hours were a bit weird, to say the least. I was the IT Administrator in an industrial electronics factory, and I strangely had a 6.45am to 3.15pm shift. Break time was a thirty minute stop at half past twelve, and this, was my magic time.
I had just one colleague in the office with me, and he would promptly disappear home for lunch at a quarter past twelve, and return an hour later, disregarding the thirty minute break time. None of us cared.
So I started to use that hour for my pleasurable moments. Sixty minutes were far more than enough for me to get my rocks off. I would lock the door, leave the key in the lock, turn off the lights, check the door again, and visit some sites on my iphone for visual stimulation.
Whenever anyone called me afterwards and complained that they could not contact me, I always told them that I would be taking a power nap and it was my official break time anyway. This was accepted without question naturally. And most of the time every technician and engineer would be enjoying his or her break. The calls petered out in fact after a couple of weeks.
For months I was in heaven. My thirty minutes slice of heaven. I cannot imagine how much sperm I deposited in tissues. I became bolder week by week and resorted to taking my trousers and underwear completely off me. I'd lay back on my swivel chair, prop my feet on the desk, and pump away to my satisfaction.
Alas, even the best laid plans go awry. To this day I cannot even imagine how it happened, but it did.
One day I forgot to lock the door...
There I was, spread-eagled on my chair, eyes closed, breathing raggedly as I was ready to go over the edge and have my cum splatter onto the desk, opening my eyes to see my friend Elysia at the door, one hand to her mouth in surprise, her eyes on my hand pumping my cock.
I just couldn't stop. I had no control, and I realised that all my well rehearsed procedures were out the window that day. I can see it all again now, as if in slow motion, sperm blasting out of my cock, and my friend at the door, looking absolutely shocked but intrigued. At that moment it did not register with me that she had come in and closed the door behind her, while I came down from a massive massive high.
Getting caught had actually made me cum harder than ever.
All too soon I came to my senses, and pulled myself together... I really had no excuse for this behaviour.
"I'm sorry" I said, lowering my legs off the desk and hiding my erection, "You really should not have seen this. I hope it does not affect your opinion of me."
"You don't have to apologize", El said. "It's not something I haven't done."
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Really? You masturbate?"
"Duh! I may be a girl, but that doesn't mean I don't have urges. Although to be fair, I've never done it at work. For what it's worth, your secret is safe with me."
"Thank you. This is very embarrassing. I lock the door and double check to make sure it is firmly closed. I can't imagine how I left it open."
"Accidents happen", she smiled. "Happy accidents."
"Lucky that it was you though. I can't think what could have happened if one of the managers had come in instead."
Her smile told me enough. Strangely enough, I was still very hard, and would have indulged myself in another wank. That was not going to happen now, as we both looked at my sperm on the desk. I looked at Elysia, and she was grinning. I was mortified.
"What now?" she asked.
"Well, I would have gladly had another round, but that's out the window now. Perhaps, it's time for me to get dressed." I said.
"I'll give you a minute to do so" she replied. "Are you locking the door?"
Her smile was infectious. Perhaps this was not going to be too bad for our relationship after all.
El opened the door and left the office, closing the door behind her. I got up, wiped my dick with some wipes, gathered the sperm from the desk, and put on my jeans. I knocked on the door to advise the girl that I was done.
"I, uh, I need to wash my hands." I told her.
"No doubts."
The bathroom was just next door, and I pondered the situation while washing my hands. Elysia was a good friend. More than that. We confided many things to each other, little secrets that perhaps we would tell only to our dearest friends.
She was way younger than me. In fact her father Steve was an ex class-mate of mine. I made a vow there and then that I would tell her the whole truth and no way try to mislead her. She would have to take it or leave it.
I need not have worried. When I entered my office, she was seated on Justin's swivel chair, feet on the desktop, her hands above her head, breasts jutting out prominently. Wow. Why had I never noticed those jugs?
"So how long have you been doing this?" she asked.
"What makes you think I have been doing this regularly?"
"Fairly obvious. It's not the first time I came in for a chat and found the door locked. Your story of having a power nap worked for me. Actually, many people make fun of it. Probably jealous" she said, twisting a lock of her hair around her fingers, a sure sign of deep thinking. "Most managers nap with their door open anyways."
We laughed at her words, remembering some of our older managers actually sleeping at their desk.
"Listen El, you're one of my best friends here. I'm not going to lie to you at all." I composed myself and continued. "I love having orgasms. I love the way I can manage to bring myself to the brink and keep myself there for many minutes.
I love the way I can time it just right and let loose an almighty one. It's the feeling of absolute control. Yeah, I know, I'm married. And honestly, my wife and I have great sex. But there is just something wicked about it all.
I just need a regular release. And when I realized that Justin was gone every day for an hour, I hit on this plan. Worked fine. Until fifteen minutes ago." I ended with a smile.
"Wow. Thanks for sharing that. To be honest, I know the feeling. I haven't got a boyfriend, but I still have to masturbate at least three times a week. I would be on edge constantly, otherwise. Also, I have never seen anyone do it in real life. Turned me on, you know? I could have left quietly when I saw you pumping your cock, but I wanted, no, I needed to stay to see you finish off."
I nodded, knowing full well what she meant at the start, and a bit embarrassed at how she ended.
"Can I join you tomorrow?" The question came like a thunderclap in the sun.
"What do you mean?" My mind wasn't working properly at that time.
"Well, I can just come over, sit in this chair and watch you. Or even join in if I so fancy it."
I really did not know how to answer that. But why not? She was an adult after all, and if she got her rocks that way, then so be it. I nodded my assent, and she left with a smile.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully. A barrage of tickets to be closed, and emails to be answered. One of the last mails came from Elysia, with the words "I can't wait until tomorrow."
I didn't know whether to feel elated or upset. I didn't even think about the fact that once again she would see me naked, and of course, masturbating. Did I want it to happen? Yes, of course I did... Whether I could go ahead with it was another matter.
It actually excited me that somebody would watch me. My wife would go mental if she knew it, obviously, but some secrets are better kept to one's self.
That evening my wife came to bed wearing a short black negligee which immediately set me on fire. Like I said before, we've always had a good sex life, and the next hour proved just how much in sync we were.
We had discovered anal sex only very recently, and it was honestly amazing. We rued the years we lost.
Her asshole was just like this long smooth tube, just made for being fucked. After initial trepidations, we took to it like the proverbial ducks to water. We actually preferred it to vaginal sex. Or at least, we had more anal sex than normal.
We played along with our masturbatory and anal sex for a long time, but the aching for release eventually took over, and we exploded simultaneously. I loved it when we came together.
We ground against each other in passion, my cock already becoming too sensitive as she continued on to another three orgasms. Jackie was totally uninhibited, as I was, and anything went. She continued pinching her own nipples as she groaned in ecstasy.
I always showered after anal sex. No other option. Cleanliness was vitally important. No big deal though, as we had an ensuite bathroom.
I washed quickly, taking extra care in cleaning out under my foreskin and the head. I winced as I rubbed my cock head. Still too sensitive. I finished, toweled myself dry and made my way to bed, where my wife was already asleep.
I turned on the television to get some sports but slipped under within a few minutes. Unconsciously, as I felt my eyes grow way too heavy, I switched the TV off, and slept a deep restful night.
As usual, I was up by five am, and quietly made my way to the bathroom for a quick pee. I had washed before I slept, so it was just making my way to the kitchen and turning the kettle on for a cup of tea.
We never had (or wanted) children, so I was still naked, the early air cool on my skin.
While the kettle boiled, I went to the closet and picked up a pair of grey slacks and a black shirt. I always wore the same. I couldn't pretend to understand fashion. So boring.
Fifteen minutes later, teeth suitably brushed, I made my way to the garage and grabbed my bicycle. It made more sense to use a bike. I only lived three miles away from work, and the traffic would already be difficult to navigate in a car. I loved biking anyway. It was my rush.
Within a few minutes I was at work, and I walked my bike to a rack before punching in.
The factory had already come to life and as usual, I greeted many of the girls. It was important for me to have good relations with the people I worked with. I never considered myself above them despite my high station in life at work.
