Masturbation Show
written by:
Josurfer

Masturbation Show... This story is true. I enjoy masturbating and have tried to capture the stages and the sensations of a prolonged "stroke session" as well as the narrative of what happened that night when I decided to surprise my wife with a "masturbation show". Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it...

My wife Cindy and I have enjoyed a happy, very erotic marriage for many years. Starting with sex on the night we met, through the years our relationship has grown more and more intimate and uninhibited. We are both still very horny, in great shape and arousing to each other. As the years passed and our confidence grew, we were able to shed some inhibitions we had in our earlier years. Now we enjoy the great freedom that confidence brings. Consequently we share our fantasies, acting on some, enjoy role-playing, and have expanded the boundaries of our sex life into some pretty kinky activities, with each other and occasionally with others. We continue our exploration. This is a true story of a recent adventure.

Both Cindy and I enjoy masturbating. Who doesn't? Whereas I used to do it secretly during the first years of our marriage, fearing that it would hurt Cindy's feelings if she found out, not to mention being embarrassed about doing it, we have since become very open about it. When I am playing with myself late at night I sometime deliberately disturb Cindy so she'll know I am jerking off. That turns me on. I've grown to really enjoy the exhibitionist role, masturbating while Cindy watches. We've even set up a spotlight on me and a table and chair for her by the bed for my "performances". She sips wine and watches, playing the roles of spectator and performer in a live sex club. Though she is more shy than I, Cindy has done the same for me a few times. We have wonderful, intense phone sex whenever one of us is away on business, alone in their hotel room while the other is at home alone. Mutual masturbation in person is another sexy treat.

Cindy's work and very active community life often have her out of the house in the evenings, leaving me home by myself. I regularly masturbate during these "home alone" times. My lovely wife has gotten to the point where she actively encourages me to jerk off, asking suggestively, in her deep sexy voice before she leaves:

"Now what are you going to do tonight dear, home all by yourself?"

And when she comes home she will often ask: "Did you do it?" or "Did you cum?". If I answer in the affirmative, she sometimes asks for more details, like:

"Were you reading something sexy? Or did you watch a video this time?" or...

"Did you use a toy?" If the answer to that one is positive, she will ask me to tell her where I used it and how it felt. I find that being pressed for details and revealing things that are conventionally kept private is a great turn on for me. Like masturbating under a spotlight with Cindy watching closely, it has a delicious mixture of embarrassment, total self-exposure and sexual appeal, the later heightened by the first two and also in my live "shows" by some fear of failing to perform well. Writing this story has some of the same elements for me, an exhibitionist at heart, telling the world about what for most, including me is normally a private experience.

Often Cindy asks what I was fantasizing while I masturbated. My favorite and by far most frequent fantasy is being "caught" or watched doing it, and I have revealed that to Cindy. This fantasy has many variations on the same theme. Most commonly, I am slowly, deliciously stroking myself, totally aroused, and unnoticed by me Cindy comes home and walks into the bedroom, catching me "red handed". Some variations include her peeking in at me through the tiny crack the door is open, or spying on me through the window. Sometimes I imagine that I am outside in a secluded spot but I'm being watched by someone or by a number of people. Most often it is Cindy who does the catching or peeking, but other women (and men), either with Cindy or not, have also been the voyeurs in my imagination. In one fantasy, I am masturbating in a high-class sex club in Amsterdam, participating in an amateur night up on a stage under the spotlights with a large audience, everyone just so thrilled to see my huge cock! This is something I imagine when I perform for Cindy and I would love to do it for real given the opportunity. In the "getting caught" version it is almost always my realization that I am being seen that puts me over the edge to an intense climax.

One night last summer I decided to make that fantasy come true. I decided to deliberately get caught by Cindy, with her unaware that she'd be catching me in the act. She was out with her group, three long-term friends who get together often to talk about anything and everything. There are few secrets between the four women in the group. Before she left I innocently asked if she knew when she'd be home and Cindy replied that she'd be back between 9:45 and 10:00, not any later because she had an early morning meeting. Perfect! She told me to "have a nice time" as she left, her tone of voice leaving no doubt what she was hinting at. Little did she know what I had in mind!

I have learned through the years, starting even when I was still a young teen and could come in a "New York minute" if I'd wanted to, to prolong my self-pleasuring for a long time, stopping just barely short of orgasm, squeezing my shaft, regaining control and then starting again, going very very very slowly, making it last and last (and last). These days this is called "edging" and I love it. Lasting a "long time" until I was thirty was something like 10 or maybe 15 minutes from the time I became erect (more like 5 minutes in my teens).

In recent years I have gotten much better at making it last. My cock at times takes a little longer to get totally hard , but now I can keep it going, stopping and starting, varying the speed, lasting for 30 or even 45 minutes of bliss. When I cum after such protracted activity, my ejaculation and the feelings with it are extremely powerful, full-body orgasms. I love to slow down even more as my orgasm approaches, to intensify and draw out the pleasure. I don't really understand the "my hand was a blur" mentality when it comes to writing about or performing self-love.

That night, I went for a bike ride then came home to got myself set up for what was to follow. I showered, then opened a beer, made some cheese and crackers. I decided to add and element to Cindy's surprise. I decided to not only get caught masturbating but to be doing it to an X-rated erotic video. Cindy knows I use these for inspiration but is not aware how regularly I do so, so I figured it would add a bit more shock value to her discovery when she got home. I put a DVD in that I knew contained some really erotic scenes. Cindy and I had watched it together once. We watch sex films together maybe twice a year, and she'd enjoyed this one even more than she does the usual "dirty movie". I'd masturbated to parts of it many times by myself too, and found it very titillating each time. But tonight I felt like an adolescent, my hands shaking with excitement as I put the disc into the player. I stripped off all of my clothes and got onto the bed. It was a very hot night, so it was comfortable being nude and uncovered. All of the windows were open and the slight breeze felt good on my bare skin.

At about 9:20 or so, I decided it was O.K. to get started, but slowly. I turned on the video. Within minutes it was at a very hot scene that never failed to turn me on, with a man and a woman walking outdoors in a garden, formally dressed. They stop, make out, slowly strip and have hot, sensual foreplay then sex in many positions, unhurried and appearing to be genuinely having a wonderful time. The man is hugely-endowed, conspicuously very excited and the gorgeous, natural-breasted woman is really into it too. I found myself growing erect, my cock slowly making its way up my thigh to my belly then upwards to point toward my navel, this as I just lay there, watching the video, sipping my beer, eating my snacks, not even touching my cock. And it was only 9:30!

"What if Cindy didn't get home until 10:00? Oh well, I'll just go really slow, knowing that I can hold off my orgasm until after she walks in" I thought to myself. My excitement over this plan was palpable. Imagining Cindy's return and her surprise added a whole erotic dimension to this session.

Another 5 minutes passed, during which I played with pausing the video and with running it backward and forward one frame at a time-perfect for having it at an ideal scene when Cindy came in, and I came. I decided it was O.K. to start now and touched my cock in earnest for the first time of the night. My dick immediately sprang to a full, tight erection. I felt that this was perfect, as it was now only about 10 minutes until 9:45, the earliest time Cindy was expected. I stroked slowly with one hand while fondling my balls with the other, enjoying both, thoroughly pleasuring myself, feeling the anticipation.

9:45 came and went. No Cindy. No problem. By now I had one of what Cindy and I call my "wonder hard-ons". You readers may know them, the kind that feels so good, but also feels totally secure, unflagging even when left alone and under control. I felt I could last as long as I needed to now until my lover came home. It was delightful. I stoked on, using just the ring formed by the thumb and index finger of my left hand, my right holding and squeezing my balls, and sometimes straying a little lower to my anus, also highly erogenous. I was feeling it, loving the erotic sensations sweeping over my body.

But then when 10:00 came and went with no Cindy. I was getting a little concerned, not that Cindy was late, but about my ability to last much longer. I'd been erect for 25 minutes, and was extremely aroused, having had to back off the edge a few times already. This would surely be the point where I'd have decided to go for it and cum if it was a regular long session alone. I had to stop and squeeze at that point as I could feel the stirrings of my orgasm starting and needed to wait. I just lay there holding my penis for at least 2 full minutes while the "point of no return" sensation subsided. Somehow I retreated from the brink where ejaculation is inevitable. Then I started again, after taking a minute to get some AstroGlide, which I applied generously to my throbbing prick. Usually I don't use lube as being uncut I can slide my foreskin very pleasurably over my cock head, but this was different. I needed to lessen the sensations just a bit. I kept moving my thumb/index finger ring, lightly and slowly, up and down my bulging shaft, stopping before the head, looking at and admiring my purplish cock head, slick with oozing precum, and the prominent veins along the shaft.

By 10:10, it had became really tough to wait any longer. I decided to move, to get up and go into the living room, as a distraction and to add to Cindy's surprise. I brought the disc, walked down the hall into the living room, my shining, flaming hard-on (I'm a solid 7.3") sticking out and a little upward, bouncing before me. It looked quite impressive when I caught a glimpse in a full-length mirror, if I do say so myself. And my erection showed no signs of fading the least bit even though I took my time relocating. It was locked in!

I went to the large picture window and opened the shades. We live in a very secluded spot on a wooded lot so there was no danger of neighbors seeing me. And even if there was, my attitude, at times to Cindy's chagrin, is "So what? It's my house and they shouldn't be looking in the windows if they don't want to see me." And I certainly wouldn't have minded being seen anyway, especially then with my cock as big and hard as it was. In fact I wished that someone could see me.

I figured that I would surprise Cindy even more by being caught masturbating on the couch, in the living room. She'd see me when she got to the landing at the top of our stairs, which was right next to the picture window. And there was no chance that anyone else would come to the door after 10 o'clock at night. After popping the disc into the player in the living room, I lay down on the couch and got back to business, my cock still at 100%. The movie looked extra erotic now, nearly life size on the super large HD T.V. in the living room. And Cindy would have a perfect view through the window!

I stroked slowly, up and down. I moaned aloud, involuntarily. Pre-come flowed copiously from my penis, but I remained in control. I would simply wait as long as necessary, no matter how aroused I became, no matter how many times I had to back off. It was delicious agony, ecstatic torture to keep myself suspended on the edge as I did, relishing the sensations sweeping my body, breathing deeply, heavily. I felt like my entire being was a great big cock! Heavenly!

But Cindy sure was late. At 10:35 I realized I'd been masturbating for an hour straight! "That must be my record", I thought. Control was very difficult now as my dick strained and pulsated, wanting to cum so hard to get release. My balls were swollen and getting a bit sore, in need of release and relief. My biceps, chest muscles, legs and buttocks were tensed, holding back, while I focused on keeping my core relaxed. I distracted myself by rewinding the video slowly with the remote, to the exact place I wanted it. I put it on "pause", leaving a wonderfully erotic still shot of the couple coupling on the big screen, his massive erection half way buried into her gorgeous ass. I waited, touching myself lightly with just my fingertips, amazed at my level of arousal and readiness. I couldn't recall ever being this hard, this in need of release, even as a randy teenager.

Just then it finally happened. I heard Cindy's car entering the long driveway! I restarted the video, in my excitement fumbling with the remote to do it, first hitting "rewind", then "fast forward" before I finally hit the "play" button. I took a deep breath. The car had stopped and I heard the door slam. This was it! I put one hand back around my cock the other on my balls, and fondled both.

I often take longer to cum when I am playing the exhibitionist, even though it turns me on just to think about it. That was especially true the first few times I actually did it with Cindy watching. I think that is because of that tiny sense of embarrassment that mixes with the arousal of doing such a "private" thing in front of another person, even if it is my lover with whom I've shared such intimacies. This time was no exception. hearing her car door slam, for a few seconds I felt my erection might actually fade! Stroking it faster, I then nearly came too soon! And I could hear Cindy's footsteps extra loudly it seemed, coming up the stairs outside. I concentrated on the TV screen and tried to relax, to look natural in a most unnatural situation. My cock had immediately returned to being ultra-erect, ready.

The footsteps came to a halt on the landing. She must be looking now! I decided I'd continue for a while, showing my stuff for Cindy to admire. Then I'd look over, see her in the window and that would indeed put me over the top to a huge ejaculation. This was great, just as I'd imagined! I knew how great my cock looked as I displayed it, squeezing it tight down by the base to pump it even bigger, the head bulbous and purple, displaying it brazenly, pretending to be unaware of the audience to whom I was showing off. I lost track of time. Cindy must have liked it as she was playing along, just standing there looking in at me about to explode. Perfect!

Just then I heard noises outside, voices, maybe giggling. I wasn't sure. I glanced at the window and what did I see? Not one face, but three! Jill and Gail, two of the other women in Cindy's group were out there with her! Oh shit! But they were all smiling broadly! Watching me beat off! I was stunned with surprise to see them there. I was even more surprised when they entered the living room after they saw I'd discovered them at the window and stood there, silently watching my performance.

For a few seconds I stared at their rapt faces, looking each woman full in the eyes, one after the other, and at that moment it happened. I felt my body go numb. That familiar electric current feeling radiated through my body from my cock and balls. I breathed deeply, let my body go slack, all muscles relaxed now, still stroking but slowing down, nearly stopping to savor the moment of bliss. I closed my eyes. As I felt the cum gushing up my pulsing, pumping shaft and my balls dancing spasmodically up and down I stopped moving, holding my cock up almost perpendicular to my torso. My loose, relaxed body was wracked with a volcanic orgasm, my hot semen rushing like magma up the shaft to be ejected from the head of my spasming penis. As i always do, I opened my eyes to watch the semen spurt from my cock, my eyes no doubt joined by the other three pairs. The first spurt was strong and long, arching up, reaching beyond my shoulder, leaving a solid trail over my chest. One, two, three, four more followed, each stream only slightly less in volume and power than the one before, splattering my chest and stomach, streams leading to puddles of cum. My orgasm went on and on. I was lost in the moment, giving hardly a thought to my surprise audience. Only when I was done cumming and returned to full consciousness did I think. "Oh my god! Now I'm really caught!"

I looked up at the three women, smiling sheepishly, feeling the need to apologize, to explain that I had no idea that Cindy wouldn't be alone when she got home. As I did I covered myself with the hand towel I'd brought to mop up the cum.

To my surprise Cindy laughed and all three women clapped. The two friends said that they thought it was "wonderful that we were able and interested in such adventures" , that Cindy had told them about many of the things we'd done to "keep things fresh" and that they were thrilled to find me like that. Jill said it was "cute" then hastened to add that my penis was every bit as impressive as Cindy had described to them. Gail agreed. Cindy just laughed and said that I must have been pretty surprised to see the three of them. Gail and Jill came over and gave me, now sitting up on the couch, little good night kisses and left.

I was delighted that Cindy was not at all angry or upset as she explained that she'd had car trouble and she'd taken a ride home with her friends. One had asked if she could use the bathroom and she'd invited them both in to also see her new china. And what had they seen instead? Cindy was at first totally shocked to see me through the window, but it was too late to do anything because her friends were right with her. She knew the show was intended only for her and so did Jill and Gail. That night the group had had a revealing discussion about how they kept marital sex exciting. That had kept them going later than expected. Cindy had actually told them about our "sex shows" and the other women had said that while that sounded exciting, they could not imagine their own husbands jerking off for them, though they did do mutual masturbation. What they found at our house fit well with their talk and the sexual feelings it had engendered. They thought it was really cute, sweet and so sexy that we still had that kind of excitement, playfulness and sexuality in our marriage. Out on the landing they complimented Cindy for having such a fit, well-hung husband who liked to show it off, and had decided to go inside for a closer look at my show after watching through the window, unsure I'd even noticed their presence out there, I was so involved with my masturbating.

I was relieved that Cindy was reacting so positively. After I showered I joined her in bed and had a restless night, waking to find myself hard again and again, wakened by erotic dreams. In the morning Cindy was gone when I awoke but soon rejoined me, naked, showered and bearing coffee. "Let's talk about last night, you naughty boy" she said suggestively, sliding under the sheet. The effect of the previous night's situation was still strong and I felt a warmth, and a swelling starting again in my groin, overspreading my balls and cock. "Cindy, I was bad, and you know what? I loved it. I especially loved that Jill and Gail got to watch me jerk off, got to see my cock at its biggest. It felt so incredible to cum with the three of you watching me."

Cindy feigned shock, saying "then you need to be punished, you bad boy, jerking off like that, showing your big hard cock to my friends." She shoved me over onto my stomach and slapped my butt, hard, over and over, scolding me for "jerking off to a dirty movie". My cock rose with every stinging slap to my ass. Both of us were so turned on that we were soon fucking with abandon. After we came, we shared a good hard laugh about the night before and all the "fodder" I'd provided for their future get-togethers.

We still talk sometimes about my "show" that night and invariably I get aroused when we do. And I think about it nearly every time I masturbate. Surprisingly, everything seems quite normal when we see Jill and Gail, which is fairly often. Maybe they are even more friendly and I detect knowing smiles and new looks in their eyes. They've certainly seen me at my very best! I'd love to be invited to do an encore.