This story is fiction, but the act has been a very real part of my sex life for many years. The names, and situation is fiction, but this great foreplay activity is something I've shared with my now ex-wife, and other beautiful, generous, loving, trusting, sensual, orgasmic, classy ladies. It's something that brings two people together closer than they would ever think possible.
Mutual masturbation is something that creates trust (very important in bed), encourages good communication even outside of sex, and helps eliminate the inhibitions that limit our total sexual fulfillment. It's also a nice way for two people to continue their sexual relations even after physical limitations restrict normal sexual activities, like intercourse. I've enjoyed both ways, each of us masturbating the other person, and masturbating ourselves in front of the other person.
I'll always love my ex-wife for introducing this to me, and for gently encouraging me when I was too bashful to give it a try. I hope her current husband practices it, and loves it as much as I do. There's no limit to the positions, or techniques that can be used during this act of love. We are limited only by our personalities, and sense of self- expression.
Mutual Self Love
There's a chat room I visit on a regular bases, devoted to the topic of masturbation. Inside, you'll witness all varieties of messages posted from many cultures, and persuasions. There's a lot of cyber sex going on there, too, with questions, great nude pictures posted, and just plain silliness offered, as well. Many of the posts that have a woman's name are really guys. If you go to this site often enough, you can pretty much tell who is who. I've developed a couple real nice friends there (women). I'll cyber with someone if I think she's really a she, and has some intelligent command of the English language. I've masturbated many times while cybering with another woman, and I actually traded phone sex calls from a couple of these women. But, my wish has been to masturbate in person with a women I met online. But, the geographical limitations always seem to get in the way.
One lady I met there was Stacey. Where she lacked in the creative process compared to some, she made up for in another area. It turns out she lived only about 3 hours from me. I'll not mention any town names to make sure I protect all parties, but she lives in a fairly large town, about 175 miles from me. Stacey is divorced, in her 30's (about 10 years younger than me), and has 2 daughters (Kelly 13, and Rhonda, 17).
We talked at the masturbation site for about 2 months before we started trading e-mail. Soon, we both hooked up with ICQ, a free instant messaging service on the Internet, and talked there every day. We also called each other for some hot phone sex sometimes. We both loved that! She has a sexy voice, and sometimes she'll call to wake me up on Saturday mornings to get me all hard and horny. I like jacking off when I wake up, and she knows it. It's one of her nice little treats for me that I love about her.
We spent less time cybering at the masturbation site, and more time talking on ICQ. Not always cybering either, because it wasn't too easy for her with 2 kids bouncing around the house all the time. Stacey didn't want to explain to her kids how we met, so she made up a story about us already being friends from work, with me at an out of town office of the company she worked for, and that's why we talked on ICQ.
I found out later that she had the computer in her bedroom, and she would usually wait until the kids were in bed before diddling herself online. Sometimes, she would be able to masturbate with others at the site when her daughters were at school functions on Saturdays. At this point, most of our mutual masturbation was saved for the phone. It's so much more personal than through the keyboard. Plus, we get to hear each other cumming. I like to listen as she holds the phone close to her sopping wet pussy while she fingers herself. Sometimes, she'll use a vibrating dildo. The noise it makes, along with her moaning really gets me off. I like to use a lube when I jack off, and she likes to hear the squishing sounds my hand makes as it slides up and down my hard shaft.
We talked for weeks about meeting, and finally decided to meet at a hotel bar she knew of in her town. We felt that was safe for both of us. I drove there on a Saturday afternoon, and after spending some time together, having dinner and a few drinks, we decided to get a room. She called her sister and asked her to go stay at her place with her daughters for the night, then we went up to our room. At this point, I told Stacey I had already reserved the room earlier in the week. She gave me a smile, and we hugged in front of the room door. My cock was hard and pressing against her from inside my pants as I grabbed a hand full of fleshy ass cheeks.
We settled in the room, then she jumped on the bed, and suggested we tell each other fantasies and masturbate ourselves as we listened to the other's story. We both thought it would be fantastic for us to only masturbate ourselves to start off with, just like we did on the phone (no touching). We both knew that most of the stories we told each other weren't true, but that didn't matter. My fantasy was about to become reality, and I was as nervous as a child bride. I think Stacey was too, but after a long hug, and some reassuring words from each of us, we relaxed a little. A few drinks didn't hurt, either.
I started it off by telling her some of the fantasies I had (about her mostly), and of things I did in the past. Stacey slowly took her clothes off as I talked. Soon, she only had her pink panties on, and a smart lacy bra. Her body was nice to look at. Squeezeably plump. And a pretty smile. A damp spot formed in her crotch as she listened intently to the words I spoke. She seemed in a daze as she reached for her covered pussy, and rubbed it through the silky panties. I continued telling her of my fantasies, and she continued rubbing her pussy from outside her panties, creating a huge, dark, growing wet spot.
My cock was already hard in anticipation of things to cum. I stood up, and she sat there softly brushing her panty covered pussy that was now real wet. I asked her to tell me some of her fantasies. She thought for a minute before starting. As she spoke, I began taking my clothes off. I left on my under shorts (briefs), then sat on the bed facing her. My pole was a distinct outline from under my shorts. And, a wet spot was growing larger by the minute.