After our trio of telephone conversations and all the hot sex that went with them, Jackie and I retired early and talked openly about what we’d learned about each other in the preceding hours.
“I always knew that every man masturbated and I knew it didn’t mean you didn’t find me sexy,” Jackie confided. “But I’d never really seen a man come. When I was younger I tossed off a boyfriend or two but it was usually with the lights off, or while I was French kissing the guy, and when I graduated to blow jobs I always swallowed.
“And then when we met, we were always having too much fun putting you in me to worry too much about doing it manually, if you know what I mean.
“But when you came all over my tits yesterday, that really turned me on. It was the whole jet of white pearls flying through the air on to me, and then another – part of me was thinking about how far up me you can spurt, and part of me just wanted to rub it into my skin so that I smelled of your cock.”
We snuggled together in the bed, and she cupped by scrotum as I gently stroked her breasts.
“The thought of you masturbating has always been an incredible turn-on for me,” I confessed. “But I never really knew how to raise the subject and I didn’t want to offend you – our sex is great and I didn’t want to turn you away. When you started talking to me on the phone this morning my cock was rock hard in an instant, I couldn’t believe it was you. And when I saw you fingering your cunt later on, well I almost shot my wad.”
“You did,” she giggled. “All over me.”
“But darling, tell me: you said earlier that you didn’t really like the idea of vibrators, but do you masturbate?”
“Of course I do,” she murmured, pushing herself a little closer to me. “Sometimes a long, slow wank in the bath is just what I need at the end of the day, it’s a relaxation thing rather than getting into a hot session with you. Sometimes first thing in the morning and I feel a little bit sluggish, then a quick spray with the power shower on the right spot will get me. I’m certainly not fiddling with myself every time your back is turned and it’s nothing to do with sexual frustration – it’s just sometimes it’s nice to look after yourself.”
I let my fingers brush across her well-trimmed pubic bush, and she shivered slightly before she returned the compliment by gentling taking hold of my semi-hard cock.
“But you just use fingers, rather than anything else?”
“Oh, I tried the usual things as a teenager – hairbrush handle, cucumber, everyday objects like that, but I always felt awkward and when I discovered the real thing I didn’t need an artificial alternative,” she said, now slowly stroking along the central length of my shaft.
“But you’ve talked about it with Lydia, from what she said on the phone?”
“Oh yeah, she’s a big fan,” said Jackie. “She’s not gay, you know, but she’ll try anything. One night when I was round at her flat she opened her handbag and showed me what she calls her special friend – it’s a big black thing, all veined and knobbly, and it’s got more settings than you’d think necessary. She switched it on and it made a hell of a racket – she said it was fantastic but I couldn’t see myself using one. Not when I’ve got the real thing close at hand.”
By now she was stroking me more urgently, and I used my fingers to part her still slippery lips and gently rub her inflamed clit.
“And I know you were pretty far gone earlier,” I said, trying to keep my tone casual as we began to push against each other again. “But when Lydia started talking about what she’s like to do to you, you seemed to be getting into it.”
“Oh yeah, right,” laughed Jackie. “Every guy’s fantasy, hey? Two girls getting it on while you stand by with your dick in your hand, waiting to slide in when it suits you?”
