Home alone…
My wife Cindy and I have been enjoyed a happy, very erotic marriage for many years. Through the years our relationship has grown more and more intimate and we have had a marvelous sex life because of it. We are both still very horny and most attractive and arousing to each other. As the years passed and our confidence grew, we were able to shed some inhibitions we had in our earlier years, though they were certainly very erotic times too. But now we enjoy the great freedom that confidence brings. Consequently we share our fantasies, enjoy role-playing, and have expanded the boundaries of our sex life into some pretty kinky activities-all great fun and most pleasurable. We continue our exploration. This is a story of a recent adventure.
Both Cindy and I enjoy masturbating. Whereas I used to do it secretly during the first years of our marriage, fearing that it would hurt Cindy’s feelings if she found out (not to mention being embarrassed about it) we have since become very open about it. When I am playing with myself late at night I sometime deliberately disturb my wife so she knows I am doing it. I really enjoy the exhibitionist role, masturbating while Cindy watches. We’ve even set up a spotlight on me and a table and chair for her by the bed for my performances a couple of times. She sips wine and watches, as if we are in a sex club. Though she is lots more shy than I, Cindy has done the same for me a couple of times. We have wonderful, intense phone sex whenever one of us is away on business, alone in their hotel room while the other is at home alone. Mutual masturbation is a sexy treat that we have discovered in recent years.
Cindy’s work and very active community life often have her out of the house in the evenings, leaving me home by myself. I regularly masturbate during these “home alone” times. My lovely wife has gotten to the point where she actually encourages me to do it, asking suggestively, in her deep sexy voice before she leaves:
“Now what are you going to do tonight dear, home all by yourself?”
And when she comes home she will often ask: “Did you do it?” or “Did you cum?”. If I answer in the affirmative, she is quite pleased, and sometimes asks for some details, like:
“Were you reading something sexy?”
“Did you use a toy?” If the answer to that one is positive, she will ask where I used it.
Sometimes she has asked what I was fantasizing while I masturbated. My favorite and by far most frequent fantasy is being “caught” or watched doing it, and I have confessed that to Cindy. This fantasy has many variations on the same theme. Most commonly, I am stroking myself, really aroused, and unnoticed by me Cindy comes home and walks into the bedroom, catching me “red handed”. Some variations include her peeking in at me through the tiny crack the door is open, or spying on me through the window. Sometimes I imagine that I am outside in a secluded spot but I’m being watched. Most often it is Cindy who does the catching or peeking, but other women (and men), either with Cindy or not, have also been the voyeurs in my imagination. In one fantasy, I am in a very high-class sex club in Europe participating in an amateur night up on a stage under the spotlights with a large audience just so thrilled to see my huge cock! In the “getting caught” version it is my realization that I am being seen that puts me over the edge to an intense climax.
One night last summer I decided to make that fantasy come true. I decided to deliberately get caught by Cindy. She was out with her “group”, three long-term friends who get together a couple of times a month to talk about anything and everything, from art to life to the men in their lives and of course to sex. There are few secrets between the four women in the group! Before she left I innocently asked if she knew when she’d be home and Cindy replied that she’d be back between 9:45 and 10:00, not any later because she had an early morning meeting. Perfect! She told me to “have a nice time” as she left, her tone of voice leaving no doubt what she was hinting at. Little did she know what I had in mind!
I have learned through the years, starting even when I was still a young teen and could come in a minute if I’d wanted to, to prolong my self-pleasuring for a long time, stopping just barely short of orgasm, squeezing my shaft, regaining control and then starting again, going very very very slowly, making it last and last (and last). A “long time” until I was thirty was something like 10 or maybe 15 minutes from the time I became erect (more like 5 minutes until I was 20).