Author's note: Thank you again for the positive feedback. I'm trying to add a little intrigue every now and then in an attempt to keep things fresh. I have a couple more chapters in mind before I wrap things up. As always, it's probably best to start at Chapter 1. Comments and criticisms are always appreciated!
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Why was I getting such special treatment?
This thought nagged at me on and off for six weeks. I know what I was getting out of this. But what about my "audience/participants"? Whenever I would start overthinking things, it became natural for me to masturbate those thoughts away. I'd dream of previous encounters at the salon. Another encounter came to mind as well.
One evening, long ago, my wife (who is now my -ex), was sitting in our basement with the TV on and laptop open. This constituted her "home office." I asked if the needed any company. She said, "Sure." So I grabbed my own laptop, stripped off all my clothes an headed to the basement. My wife finally noticed when I reached the bottom of the steps.
"Greg, not now. What are you doing?"
"Relax," I told her, "I'm not going to attack you. I just want to be naked as I sit here with you. Look, I brought my laptop. I'm just going to sit here with you and do some online crossword puzzles." With that said, I grabbed a seat on the couch that was angled toward the TV opposite from where she was sitting and opened my laptop.
We sat in silence for several minutes with the only sound coming from the TV. My wife likes to watch what she calls "mindless reality shows." To her, it's mostly background noise. This one was about couples who apparently got married the first time they saw each other.
My wife continued to study her laptop, then paused to watch the TV for a moment. She then gave me a quick synopsis of the couples on the show; which ones she think would make it, which ones wouldn't, who was really nice and who was a jerk. I tried to listen as intently as I could. I wanted to show her that I could sit here naked without doing anything sexual.
The problem was, after her little synopsis, I started watching. The scene showed a couple swimming in a pool at night. They looked like they were sharing a little "pillow talk" as they chatted. They also appeared to grope each other underwater.
Clothed, I probably would have found the scene somewhat interesting; completely naked, it was now very arousing.
I tried to turn my attention back to the crossword puzzle, but it was no use. My cock was the one at attention, my laptop blocking its view from my wife. This needed taking care of.
"Greg, what the hell!" was my wife's reaction when she saw saw me slowly stroking myself.
"Sorry, that swim scene kind of got me going," I explained to her as I grabbed the base of my cock, "and you're sitting here, fully clothed in comparison to my nudity. I just started thinking about it and got hard."
My wife peered at me over her reading glasses, but said nothing.
"So, I really need to take care of this."
"Really?" she said in an exasperated tone.
"Really!"
With that, I started stroking myself a little more vigorously. I mostly looked at my cock, occasionally stealing glances at my wife to see where her eyes were. I knew staring at her would only scare her and she'd flee. I wanted her to stay.
I started picking up my rhythm and started panting a little louder. Another stolen glance at my wife saw her watching me. She had taken her reading glasses off and had what appeared to be a pained look on her face. She was watching, but she didn't appear comfortable with it.
Sensing her discomfort, I wasn't about to prolong the show, so as soon as I had it in me, I grunted and shot my wad all over my chest and stomach. I slowed up to allow my orgasm to subside.