I am Philip. I have been married to Sally for 10 years and we have two children, a boy and a girl, aged 8 and 4.
Sally was always aware how much I enjoy masturbating and tolerated my masturbating sessions. The little box room upstairs is my room for my wanking sessions, in there was a computer with a large screen and various masturbating accessories, lubes, wanking sheaths etc.
When we were first married, Sally would go upstairs to bed before me and I would stay downstairs to watch an Electric Blue video from Blockbusters for a good wank. Sally knew what I was doing and when I came to bed would ask me if it was a good one.
Sally wanted children, so I did obviously have to fuck her, fortunately Sally conceived quite quickly, so I could soon go back to masturbating my penis and be a wanker. After our second child was born we never had sexual intercourse again and Sally knew about me masturbating at every opportunity. Sally stopped me from touching her, if in bed I tried to feel her breasts, she would brush my hand away and obviously the same if I tried to touch her vagina. We also stopped kissing and didn't even hug.
I think Sally was a bit disgusted with me masturbating over pornography and young women that were more attractive than her. I liked watching porn on sites, watching girls opening their legs to display their vaginas and watching big tits bouncing. I also enjoyed watching cuckolding videos with wives getting fucked by other men.
Sally knew about me watching cuckolding porn and sometimes Sally would give me a wank in bed at night and pretend that she had a boyfriend, she was very good at describing my fantasy and Sally knew it was a good way of getting me to cum quickly, so that she could turn over and go to sleep and push me away if I tried to touch her intimately or kiss her.
As time went on, I noticed that Sally was taking more care of her appearance, wearing more make-up and when I looked in her drawer there was sexy lingerie, lingerie, of course, that I had not seen her wearing.
Sally did not work on Wednesdays, but I did, and on Wednesday evenings there was a strong smell of perfume in the marital bedroom and on the duvet. I was beginning to think that my wife, Sally, does really have a boyfriend, the thought gave me a raging hard-on and I was on my knees, smelling the duvet and masturbating thinking that Sally had a boyfriend and he had been in my bed.