If you had asked me a month ago, I would have said that there was no way that I was addicted to masturbating, let alone porn. But I got caught. In one way, it has made my life so much easier. No more hiding it, no more whacking off after the household went to sleep and no more feeling as if I was living a lie. My wife and I enjoy sex, but we both work, we have kids, and the love life just wasn't happening. I had no idea that she missed sex too. I had come to see her and just a lump under the covers. Boy, has that changed.
The day I was caught, I was so frustrated that I was bulging at the zipper and couldn't wait to find some relief. I had come home early and I knew I'd have the house to myself. I had long ago become bored with Playboy, or the cheesy letters in Penthouse. We have a high-speed internet connection, so I started downloading porn. At first it was the usual anal, double penetration, or lesbian stuff that is easy to find. Then one day I came across a catalog. In it was a strap-on harness and a picture of a woman doing it to a man. I guess it had been so long since I'd felt like the object of lust, I started to fantasize about my wife doggy-styling me while she pushed deeply into my ass. I will admit that I am sometimes lazy about my imagination and I started looking for movies to download. Turns out, they were hard to find. Nevertheless, I did find something that I am still a little ashamed to admit. I found tons of she male porn.
As I watched it, I really began to wonder if I could withstand anything going in my ass. So I started playing around with my fingers, I bought a dildo, and I even abused a squash one time. The thought of fucking a guy, or a she male really wasn't what interested me. I wanted my wife to fuck like a man. To act like she had lust. To take me. I still craved her vagina, but I wanted some attention. My story would have ended right there if she hadn't come home early.
I had a film clip I really liked, and I really wanted to get off. So there I was kneeling on the floor whacking off, watching she male porn, and pushing myself down on a big butt plug. I kept pushing and pushing and I could feel it starting to slide into me. I leaned back and started to come. When I masturbate this way, I can come a lot.
As I was cleaning up, I heard my wife come in. I rushed to the bedroom but she was right behind me. I didn't tell her about the porn, but she did see the butt plug. She was mad. And hurt.
The rest of the day, I got the silent treatment from her.
We lay in bed and she finally spoke, "Does your little toy hurt?"
"Not if I go slowly. If it hurts you are doing it wrong."
"You have been doing this a while haven't you?" she said. I was really wondering if she was getting ready to yell.