She was sound asleep next to me in our bed. I was lying there wide awake with my aching balls, full of cum, and just begging for some attention. I reached over to touch her shoulder and then hesitated, "What's the use?" I thought to myself. The intimacy in our relationship had become somewhat strained as of late. I was struggling with the fact that my sex drive seemed insatiable, while hers had all but disappeared.
Sure, I could have helped myself if I wanted to, there were plenty of opportunities. I was no stranger to self-gratification. The truth be known, I had become quite good at it! It's just that I longed for her touch, to feel her body close to mine. I wanted more than mechanical sex, more than just a quick release. I desired intimacy and the warm feeling of a glowing heart. I wanted to feel the love!
We have been married for many years and I know she still loves me. She is constantly telling me so and demonstrates it in many ways. I too, love her dearly. There are times when she is receptive to my advances and there are even times when she will initiate. However, a disclaimer usually precedes any action. "Just a quickie!" is the command I often receive.
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I got out of bed and went into the hallway, quietly closing the door behind me. I poured myself a glass of cold water and sat down in the living room. I sat there in the dark, sipping water, and thinking about the dull ache between my legs. I stood up and retrieved some tissues, placing them close by. I reached down and gripped my cock. It felt so good in my hand as it was quick to respond! I lowered my underwear to reveal my semi-hard erection.
I grabbed it by the head and pulled up, slightly. I began stroking myself with my fingers, starting from below my balls then continuing up the shaft and back down, again and again. I applied some saliva to my fingertips. As I pinched the head and stretched my cock, I caressed my balls and shaft with my now wet fingers. The coolness against my warm skin sent a shiver through my being and my balls instantly contracted!
Alternately, I would spit into the center of my palm and rub it on the tip in a circular motion with my open hand until I couldn't stand it any longer! I then liberally coated the inside web of my hand between my thumb and forefinger, with spit. Cradling my shaft, I slid my hand up and down rhythmically while I continued to run my fingers over my balls. The slobber made it glide very smoothly and I was really getting into it. My breathing picked up and my heart began to pound as the euphoric sensations were taking me to new levels of intensity. I grew harder and larger as I continued stroking my cock. A stream of seminal fluid was now flowing from my Urethra.
With my finger, I traced the trail from the leading edge of the drip all the way back up to the tip. I rolled my finger as I did it in order to collect all of the clear liquid. I brought it to my lips and sucked the warm and salty nectar from my finger as I continued to stroke myself. My dick was throbbing now and I was about to blast off! I grabbed some tissue as I kept on with steady, determined strokes.
"What are you doing out here?" I heard, as the light came on. My wife had just caught me with my pants down, literally!
"Well, I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to wake you."
"No, what are you doing out here in our living room, playing with yourself?"
What could I say? "I really needed a release and I thought you weren't interested."
She just stood there, looking at me in disgust and shaking her head. I pulled my shorts up and followed her back to our bedroom. I crawled into bed with my back to her, covering myself with the sheet. She turned the lamp off and I soon fell asleep.
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In the morning, I was up first as usual. I made coffee and drank several cups while I browsed the internet. My immediate issue had subsided overnight but it still lingered in my mind as I searched for advice regarding relationships. I happened across lit. and began reading a story about a couple that were having similar issues. They were talking it out and began sharing some of the things they had fantasized about. She blurted out, "The only thing guys ever think about is getting a blowjob! One thing that really gets me excited is the thought of watching a guy suck another man's cock!" I am not a gay man but I must admit, sitting there in my boxers, I felt the beginnings of a hard-on!
My wife finally woke up and came out into the living room. I stood up to give her a hug. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, pressing her body against mine. As we were kissing she reached down and took a hold of my now engorged penis! "You must be really glad to see me this morning!" she said playfully. I moved my mouth to her neck and started kissing, nibbling, and licking her sweat. She said, "It's too early for that, maybe tonight."
"I have to pee," I said, as I headed for the bathroom. When I came back she was looking at my computer screen, reading the story that I had been looking at before she came in.
She looked at me knowingly and said, "So, I can see why you were so excited!" I didn't respond. "I didn't know that you liked reading about men sucking men!"
"I didn't know either," I sheepishly told her. I tried to explain but I could already see the wheels turning in her brain.
"I'll tell you what, why don't I fix us some breakfast while you take your shower?" With that, I kissed her and went to clean up.
After we had eaten, she took her shower while I loaded the dishwasher and wiped everything down. She came in and sat next to me on the couch. Putting her hand on my thigh, she said, "I would like to talk about last night."
