Masturbation Saved Our Marriage

Masturbation Saved our Marriage

My beautiful wife Liz and I have been married for five years now. Everyone warned us that our sex life would begin to wain a few years into marriage, but I was sure that wouldn't apply to us. Not that we were sex maniacs or anything, but our intimate connection was very special.

As a man, I love sex, especially vaginal intercourse. In my opinion, there is no better feeling than the intimate connection when I am deep inside Liz. Her warmth, her wetness, that special feeling of her pussy contracting around me when she orgasms, all transmitted straight to my brain through my dick. Don't get me wrong, my other senses play a major role as well in reaching my own orgasm, but her pussy just makes it all that much more special.

Chapter One

Let's be real, sex is messy, especially for the partner with the vagina. Early on in our marriage, I could tell that Liz would get a little frustrated after a good wet fuck. I would generally roll over and fall asleep. Sure, sometimes I had to pee and would wipe myself clean with a little toilet paper, but that was generally a quick process, and I was sound asleep minutes later.

Liz, on the other hand could not relax until she cleaned herself up. She always gets extremely wet during sex. The combination of her pussy juice and my cum always left her with a sticky ass and thighs, not to mention her thick bush. Even after she had cleaned herself, she was left with a large wet spot on the bed, and a thick goo oozing from her pussy all night long.

We tried condoms, but neither of us liked the feeling. Certainly, the level of intimacy declines with a condom. She tried douching after sex, but that only added to her frustration. She would joke that she needed to buy some adult diapers.

"You can fuck me, then wrap me in a diaper," she would joke. "I wouldn't even have to get up to pee, and you could be responsible for cleaning me up in the morning."

"Fuck yes," I would tell her. There is just something about the thought of wrapping her beautiful sticky ass in a diaper and watching her face while she fills it with warm pee that gets me hard. Hell, I have masturbated to that fantasy many times. Unfortunately, she wasn't' serious and actually found the idea to be disgusting.

It was becoming more and more obvious that sex was feeling like a chore for Liz. A necessary chore, but a chore none the less. A couple weeks before our wedding, Liz told me that her mother sat her down and had a long discussion about s wife's "duty" in the bedroom. "It is your responsibility to keep him happy in bed," her mother told her. "If you don't, some other fluzie will. You just have to try and find a way to enjoy it. If you don't, you will eventually grow to despise his horny cock. I still let your father do it a couple times a week. I just close my eyes and think about something else until he finishes. Oh, and be sure to fake it, you know, moan a lot. Guys get their feelings hurt so easily. Besides, orgasms are overrated."

"That was so gross," Liz said as she recanted the advice her mother offered. "So gross, and so sad. I can't believe my dad makes her do that." You would never do that to me, would you?" Liz asked in a playful tone. "Not that I would ever get tired this big cock," she said as she pressed her hand to my crotch.

"You would never fake it, would you?" I inquired.

Chapter Two

It was Friday night, and we just got home from a romantic dinner. We try to go out at least twice a month, just the two of us. As we got ready for bed, I was feeling especially horny. It had been nearly two weeks since we made love, partly because of her period. I lay on the bed and admired my beautiful wife as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror in her long nightgown prepping for bed. Her ass looked stunning, moving gently beneath the thin fabric with her every move. She was angled just right where I could see her front in the mirror. Liz has a very nice rack, and her nipples are very pronounced when they are hard. The motion of her body as she brushed her hair caused those beautiful breasts to sway from side to side, the silky fabric bringing her nipples to full attention. I could feel a stirring between my legs. I needed my beautiful wife so badly.

As Liz turned to face the door, she looked down at her protruding nipples before attempting to shield them from my sight with her arm. She just knew I would become aroused at the sight of them. She switched off the bathroom light and made her way to her side of the bed. She carefully slid under the covers and turned her head, not her body towards me for a goodnight kiss. My heart sank. That was a sign that any sexual advances would be shot down.

I slid over closer to her, offered a sensual stroke to her arm as my hand passed down to her breast. My lips sank into her neck as my hand caressed and pulled at her breast. I could feel her body tense. "Sorry babe," she whispered. "I am really tired tonight."

I took a deep breath, let out a sigh. As much as I wanted to make love to my beautiful wife, I completely respected her right to deny me. I offered a couple of reassuring strokes up and down her arm and rolled over to my side of the bed.

I could hear Liz's breathing change as she drifted off to sleep. I, on the other hand, could feel my heart pounding in my chest and a growing sensation between my legs as I pictured Liz stroking her hair. God, how I wanted to squeeze those fleshy boobs, suck her hard nipples, sink deep into her wet pussy, fill it with my cum.

My hand slid south, pulled on my hard member. As I stroked myself to orgasm, all I could think about was how much I loved my wife. How much I didn't want her to feel the same way her mother did. Sex shouldn't be a chore for her. It should be something she looks forward to. I reached for a couple of tissues to clean up and drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the smell of fresh coffee. I donned a bathrobe and joined Liz at the kitchen table for a hot cup of coffee and a serious conversation.

"I am so sorry," Liz started before I reached the table. "I am a horrible wife."

I walked up behind her and gave her a gentle neck massage as I assured her that she was no such thing.

"I know what you did last night," she muttered as her eyes filled with tears. "You were masturbating."

"I did," I responded as I took a seat across the table from her. "It wasn't a big deal, just a way to release some sexual tension."

"I suppose you were fantasizing about fucking another woman while you did it," Liz replied, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I suppose the next thing will be an affair or maybe even a divorce." Liz now uncontrollably sobbing.

I reached across the table, took her hand in mine. Reassured her that I was, and always would be faithful to her. "I love you so much."

"It's just not fair," Liz said as she looked up from the table and dried her eyes. "Sex for men is so easy. Just wam, bam, thank you mam, then roll over and go to sleep. The woman is left to clean up the mess, especially since most of it ends up inside us. By the time I get all of your cum out of me, off of me, out of my pubic hair, and finally get back to bed, I am too upset to sleep. Then, I always end up sleeping on the wet spot, which is not comfortable. My pussy drools down the crack of my butt all night. It is exhausting."

"Maybe sex doesn't always have to involve intercourse," I said in a comforting tone. "Maybe just some sensual kissing and fondling. Maybe a hand job or blow job. Maybe just mutual masturbation. I love to watch the expression on your face when you cum."

"Oh ya, just what I want before I go to sleep, a mouth full of cum," Liz replied in a disappointed tone. "Why is it always about the guy getting off, shooting cum all over the place? Did you ever stop and think that it is me that washes those sheets every time you cum on them? I have a lot on my plate right now. All I can think of when you touch me, is that I will end up tired the next morning. I will have to strip the bed and wash the sheets. And of course, which one of us ends up pregnant if I forget to take the pill?"

Liz was sobbing again. I moved to the chair next to her and offered a sincere hug. "Those are the things we need to be able to talk about honestly," I responded as I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. We just sat there and hugged for a few minutes.

"I still don't understand why you were so upset about me masturbating last night." I queried. "You know that I have masturbated since long before I met you. I only do it so that you won't feel guilty about not having sex. When you are on your period, when you don't feel well. Sometimes a guy just needs a release."

"I just makes me feel so guilty," Liz whispered. "That has always been a taboo for me. I just don't think married people should have to resort to that sort of thing. If I were more attentive to your needs, you wouldn't have to do that."

"Surely you have masturbated before," I responded in a surprised tone.

Liz blushed. "Yes," she replied hesitantly, "But it isn't something I am proud of. Good girls just don't do that. Can we not talk about this right now?"

"Yes," I replied, "But only if you promise that we can finish this conversation very soon. I think it is important for our relationship."

Liz had made plans to go to lunch and shopping with her friends, so I knew she wanted to shower and get ready. That also gave me the opportunity to plan a special evening with her.

Chapter Three

Liz arrived home around six that evening, her arms loaded with department store bags. She looked exhausted, a fact that played right into my plans.

"There is Chinese food waiting for us on the table," I yelled to her as she walked into the bedroom. "Then I have a special, relaxing evening planned."

"I suppose you want to finish our conversation from this morning," Liz said with a sigh as she walked into the kitchen.

"Nope," I proudly announced. "That can wait till another time."

We had a nice quiet dinner before retreating to the living room. "Sit here and relax for a minute while I take care of something," I directed Liz.

Her look of suspicion didn't require words. She just sank into the recliner and let out a sigh.

I retreated to the spare bedroom where I had already set up a portable massage table and had candles and sensual massage oil waiting. I lit the candles and turned on the oil warmer. Rolled up on the table was a soft fluffy robe, a velvet blindfold, and a frilly silky thong and matching bra. I turned some romantic music on in the background and dimmed the lights. Everything was perfect.

When I went back out to the living room, Liz was curled up in the corner of the sofa flipping through a magazine. "Come on babe," I said while reaching for Liz's hand. "Time for a little Liz time."

Liz just rolled her eyes as I pulled her to her feet. "What kind of crazy shit do you have planned now?" She asked sarcastically.

"You'll see," I said with a smile. "Just keep an open mind please."

I escorted Liz into the makeshift massage parlor. "Change into the outfit on the table please. When you are ready, just sit on the end of the table and call for me."

Liz picked up the sexy little thong and held it in front of her face. "I haven't worn this since our wedding night," she said with a grin. "Where did you even find this?"

I just smiled as I walked out the door. A couple minutes later Liz called my name. When I returned, she was sitting on the table wrapped in the fluffy robe with the blindfold covering her eyes. I stepped behind her and started massaging her neck. "I thought you could use a full body massage," I whispered as I nibbled her ear lobe. "You have been a little stressed lately."

"And I suppose you will be expecting something in return," Liz quipped.

"Actually, just the opposite," I replied. "In fact, let me go over the rules before we get started. First, I can only touch the parts of your body that are not covered by an article of clothing. If you want a nice full body massage, you will have to remove the robe. If you want your breasts massaged, you will have to remove the bra. You are required to leave the panties on for the duration of the massage, I cannot touch anything that is covered by clothing, but you can. You are not allowed to touch any part of my body with your hands. The blindfold must stay on at all times, and you are not allowed to speak. I will set a timer for one hour, after which, I will no longer be allowed to touch you, only watch. You will be allowed to put the robe back on, if you choose, but the blindfold must stay in place. You can make your way to the bed or stay on the table, which ever is more comfortable. The timer will be reset to thirty minutes. You cannot remove the blindfold or leave the room until after the second timer has gone off. At that point, you can join me on the sofa where we can talk, if you want. Any questions?"

Liz took a deep breath and thought for a minute. "What if I have to pee?"

"You will have to make your way over to the bed, with the blindfold still on of course, where you will find an adult diaper. You can sit on it or squat over it, your choice. Keep in mind, you cannot speak for any reason. If you need to communicate something to me, you can nod your head or gesture with your hands. My hands will be guided primarily by the sounds that come from these beautiful lips."

I took a step back and waited for Liz to make a move. She stood and untied the belt to the robe. My heart skipped a beat as it fell open, revealing her beautiful body covered only by the silky bra and thong. I had forgotten just how transparent the material was. Liz started to ask something, then remember that she wasn't allowed to speak. She felt around the massage table and carefully climbed on and sat down. What a sight to behold, her lovely breasts spilling out all sides of the flimsy bra, her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. Liz smiled as she reached back and undid the clasp. The bra fell free. She twisted around and lay on her stomach.

I quietly made my way around the massage table and completely disrobed, setting my clothes on the dresser. I retrieved the massage oil and dribbled it down her back and over her ass and thighs, before starting the massage. I spent a couple minutes making sure her entire back and ass were glistening with oil. Keeping an eye on the clock, I spent about fifteen minutes kneading, rubbing, and pressing deeply into her milky white flesh. Liz remained speechless, my hands guided purely by her moans and sighs. When I got to her ass, I gently pulled and kneeled her gelatinous flesh. The thin strap of her thong completely disappearing in her crack. I pressed her thighs apart, and proceeded carefully, making sure not to touch anything covered by her thong. As I pulled on her thighs, Liz moaned quietly. From beneath her thong, a quiet slurping sound emanated each time I pulled her thighs apart. I could see a thin wet strip develop along the outline of her pussy crack. My hands continued down her legs as I watched the wetness grow in her crotch. I spent extra time massaging her feet and pulling on her toes, something that she loved.

When her back was finished, I took a step back and watched for a minute. Liz seemed a little confused as to what she should do but remained silent as promised. After another minute passed, Liz carefully rolled onto her back, her knees bent slightly and tight together.

I coated her front with warm oil and started with her neck. As I proceeded down her chest, I intentionally avoided her large heaving breasts, touching between and around, but not directly on them. I watched as her nipples hardened and grew longer in anticipation of my touch. Her breathing quickened, and her stomach tightened in anticipation. My hands traveled down to the waistband of her thong. I gently pushed her knees apart but left her feet where they were. As my oily hands pulled and kneaded her thighs, the thong worked its way into her pussy crack, exposing her puffy wet lips. My fingers carefully worked the crease that formed between her legs and vulva without actually touching her lips. My hands slid down the back of her thighs and under her butt cheeks, again being very careful not to touch her pussy.

Liz's legs began to quiver and her breathing momentarily stopped each time my fingers pulled on her inner thighs. A deep quiet moan escaped her lips. Her juices flowed freely down her butt crack and pooled on the table below.

My hands traveled down her legs and feet as I watched her face for a reaction. I trailed my fingers back up her thighs and over her stomach, carefully tracing along the crease of her under-boobs. Goose bumps covered her abdomen. My fingers carefully traced along the sides of her breasts and circled her nipples without making direct contact with them.

Without warning, I took a step back and watched. Knowing how important nipple play is to Liz, I just wanted her to signal that they needed attention.

Liz turned her head to the side trying to figure out what I was doing. Slowly, she raised her hand and touched her finger to her nipple, circled it and pulled on it gently as she let out a sigh. She then motioned with her finger pointing to her waiting nipple.

I approached the table, leaned in and sucked her nipple deep into my mouth, twisting and twirling it with my tongue before gently biting on it. I pulled back and waited again.

Liz pulled on the saliva coated nipple, rolling it tightly between her thumb and finger. She motioned again with her finger, pointing at the other nipple.

I stepped up to the other side of the table and sucked the other nipple into my mouth while her fingers continued to toy with the first nipple. After a couple minutes I released my lips and dipped both hands into the warm oil. My hands thoroughly explored both breasts while Liz's hands joined in on the slippery action. My hands on top of hers, guiding them every step of the way. The feeling was so sensual, my erection so prominently displayed. The smile on her face said it all.

Liz suddenly pulled her heels tight against her butt and pushed her knees as far apart as she could before slamming them together. Her stomach tensed and her hips rolled. She lifted her feet high in the air and spread her legs wide as our hands continued to jointly knead and pull her sensitive breasts.

I pulled back again, watching carefully for the next signal from my lover. Liz grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed tightly. Her hands pushed down her torso and over her thighs, avoiding her crotch entirely. She pulled on her raised thighs as she lowered her knees to her chest. Her butt lifting slightly off the table.

Liz whimpered and moaned as her fingers pressed into the backs of her thighs, mere inches from her from her pussy.

Again, I approached the side of the table and pressed my thumbs into the soft flesh on each side of her swollen pussy, pressing in an outward direction. Her special scent combined with the scent of the lavender oil and filled the room as her lips parted wide with a slurping sound. I trailed my fingers down her thighs to the backs of her knees and stepped away from the table.

By now, there were only two minutes left on the timer. I placed my hands on each side of her neck, just below her ears. My fingers trailed down her neck, over her breasts and nipples, down her torso, around her pussy and down her legs. Liz took a sharp breath, let out a deep moan.

With one minute left, I put my lips on hers. She responded. Our intimate kiss interrupted only by the beeping of the timer. I retreated to a deep sigh from Liz.

Liz sat up on the table and turned her head in both directions, trying to detect my presence. She let out a sigh and lay back. Her hands tracing over her stomach and up to her breasts. She pulled and twisted her nipples as she pulled her heels back up to her butt. Slowly, her knees spread wide and one hand pushed downward until it touched the waistband of her thong. Suddenly she paused.