Thursday, November 17, 2016

What was the '+1' in Monday's post all about?

Monday's post was called MM - Mutual Masturbation +1 but it was so long I never got to the '+1' part. Actually I'd forgotten about it completely, until I cross posted it to the Masturbation Monday site, and then I was like "Oh yeah, that happened..."

So in MM - Mutual Masturbation +1 I recounted how I'd plan to have sex with my wife but due to her period I couldn't, so we engaged in... (did the title give it away?) ...a little mutual masturbation instead. (With a little oral as the starter). It was good but on Sunday morning I woke up feeling still horny. Note I said 'still horny' and not 'feeling horny'. I've become aware that even when I have great sex and had a great orgasm(s) I am always still horny later. Always!

I figure it's because I'm often horny but have to repress myself due to my wife's low libido; so when I do actually cum the floodgates are open and I just want more. This often means that hours after having sex I am in my office watching porn/reading erotica and jerking off. Am I an orgasm addict? A chronic masturbator? Damned if I know, I'm no psychologist.  

Before I got my hands on Playboy (and before 'graduating' to Penthouse) as a young boy
this was all I could jerk off to: lingerie ads in my mother's magazines. Dad had no porn.
Either way, this meant that I was in my basement office at 9am on Sunday (waking up early is another symptom of what I call 'residual horniness') and telling myself I couldn't look at any porn until I'd done my 'chores' ie writing up Monday's post first. The problem was (and this happens all the time) when I recount a sexual encounter with my wife I get aroused again. This time was no different, in fact it was worse. Not only had I written it up but I also then had to find pictures to illustrate it. Normally I just grab one or two images but this time I ended up with over a dozen - hence yesterdays pictorial post!

So my cock was once again rock hard and starting to throb in my pyjama pants, due to being in a constant state of arousal for an hour. I hadn't quite finished the layout but I had a reasonable draft so I thought now was as good a time as any to 'take a break' and 'reward myself' for my diligent efforts. I pulled up a hidden window on my browser, from the last time I'd been reading Literotica (checking out what my wife had been reading) and there were the 10 unread stories (in different tabs) from the last time. 

I thought I should read rather than watch porn because I had no idea what time my daughter would wake up, and my worst nightmare would be her waking up and hearing her father watching some porn in the basement as she came down for breakfast. Well, brunch really, since she rarely wakes up before 10 or 11 on weekends.

{Irony alert: it is at this point of drafting today's post that I got bored and decided to masturbate instead, so back to Literotica I go*... I shall return when done!}

Anyway, I started reading various stories, stroking my cock but not quite getting off. I heard my wife come downstairs and fix herself something to eat. I kept reading, with one ear open in case she came downstairs to the basement office, but she didn't because she had her laptop with her in the living room. So I kept reading, and then I heard my daughter come downstairs and fix herself something to eat as well. I kept reading, with one ear open in case she came downstairs to the basement office, but I knew she wouldn't because she never comes down. Well, hardly ever, which meant I still had to keep one ear open.

So this led to quite a lot of 'edging'. I would get close to cumming, then I would hear a noise, or the two of them talking, then it would be quiet again so I would continue reading, then I would get close to cumming, then I would hear a noise, or the two of them talking, then it would be quiet again so I would continue reading... and so it went. The whole time my cock is 'fat' ie either rock hard or 'plump' and always close to coming. I was pretty much jacking it constantly.

I read a lot of stories: 'Loving Wives' (hot wives having sex with other men while the husband watched/participated), 'Gangbangs' (we all know those ones), 'Interracial' (white woman [sometimes a 'wife'] discovers big black cock and goes crazy for it), 'Group Sex' (we all know those, usually 3way or 4way Swingers), and I even read a few 'Cuckold' stories (husband get's 'sloppy seconds' [or nothing] after hot wife has been out slutting with other men - often forced [often happily] to eat the other man's cum from his wife's pussy afterwards) even though I normally don't read that genre.

"If she thinks I'm going to eat her out now, she's dreaming" thought Nero, bitterly
I normally don't read that genre because it's not my cup of tea at all, yet this time I was in such a state of arousal I managed to push past the ick factor (swallowing another man's sperm? ugh!) (I wouldn't even swallow my own, actually) and just enjoy the fucking. There's another genre my wife is into: 'Taboo' (code for incest fantasy, where the relatives are all over 18) and I read some of those too. But I was reading mother/son stuff (son comes home from college no longer the kid he was when he left, reminding widow of her long dead husband, lust ensues) and sibling relationships gone awry; not the father/daughter (or uncle/daugher, or grandpa/granddaughter) stuff which my wife prefers and I don't.

I have a daughter so that is completely icky to me, and by the same token I think sex with my mother would be gross ... but yet I can read a mother/son story - so it's quite a bizarre genre isn't it? Bizarre but very popular, according to the stats. I guess that's why it's called 'incest fantasy' - very few people really want to have sex with a sibling or relative but the stories can be so hot. I guess after all it's the last nasty sex taboo, since we've pretty much all tried some form of anal play at some stage haven't we? The only other taboo I can think of is fisting, but that really doesn't work as erotic fiction does it? It's much more of a visual medium and even then you can only watch so much before you feel squeamish...

But I digress... so I read all these stories, always edging on cumming just as I hear noises on the floor above me. And then I looked at the clock on my laptop for the first time: it was 2pm!! WTF? Two thoughts hit me: 1] I'd been reading porn for 4+ hours, with a hard dick and no orgasm, and 2] neither my wife or daughter had any interest in where I was or what I was doing - talk about a dysfunctional family! And no, I don't think either of them thought I was downstairs jerking off, they simply just didn't care because they were online in their own little worlds themselves.

It's also quite likely that my wife was reading Literotica herself since that's what she often does when she's having her period. That's the only time when her iPad reappears, since in recent months she's always using her laptop instead now. Or possibly she's reading Kindleporn on her iPad, which is the same thing really. But I see I've digressed again...

So I realise I've wasted half a day reading dirty stories online and I have better things to do, but I still have a massive hard on and a very strong desire to cum. I resolve to read one last story and this time to 'finish' regardless - no more distractions!! So I'm jacking my cock, speed reading the story (ie skipping the plot and just fast forwarding to the sex bits) and I hear some movement above me, but I've heard that movement all day so I ignore it, and then I can feel 'it' boiling in my balls, this time I'm going to cum, and... I hear footsteps on the stairs above me - someone is coming down!

{The following all happens within 10 seconds - I think/act quickly!}

But I'm so fucking close I can't stop... besides, I've always fantasized about my wife catching me masturbating (as in leading to something better) so I carry on... but what if it's my daughter? WTF?... but I can't stop, I AM SO CLOSE! ... I know they're at the halfway point on the stairs so I can finish, I'm sure of it... I do finish, it's like a Supernova, my orgasm explodes with hyperintensity but is over as quickly as it came... the cum squirts up high and falls back in my hand, I'm careful not to let it go anywhere else... I use my other hand and squeeze my balls and force it out, wringing out the last of my orgasm... I'm quitting the window on my laptop and hopping like a kangaroo to the bathroom (next to our basement office), my pants still around my ankles... I sit on the toilet, grab some tissue, and sigh with relief at my lucky escape.

Phew!!!

WTF???

My wife is pulling open the door from the movie room side (the bathroom sits between it and the office)... "What? I'm in here!" I cry out, with a wad of toilet paper in one hand trying to push my semi hard cock back down between my legs "-what do you want?" My wife shuts the door immediately, and I know she didn't see anything. "Sorry!" she apologizes "I didn't know".

I cleaned myself up but remained there for another minute or two to compose myself. After I cum I always have what I call "the moment of clarity". It's that moment you have after you have the orgasm you so desperately wanted - but then you're thinking "why did I just screw my girlfriend's friend?" or "why did I just fuck that work colleague I'm gonna have to see again on Monday" or "why did I just cheat on my wife/husband?" You wanted it so so bad and yet now you've had it you're thinking "why was I so reckless, was it worth it?"

I know I've fantasised about my wife catching me masturbating (and it leading to something sexier) but in that split second she started opening the door I realized in real life there is nothing hot about catching your husband on the toilet with his cock out and his pants around the ankles. In that same split second I also realized that even though I knew with 99.9% certainty that my daughter never comes downstairs it wasn't worth it for the .01% chance she might.

Maybe I am an orgasm addict? Maybe I am a chronic masturbator? Maybe I just need to limit myself to times I know everyone is out of the house...?

That's why they call it solo time...

-~o0o~-

[Update: I still haven't explained the +1 have I? That's because this post took a whole different turn from what I thought I was going to write. The +1 simply refers to the fact that I jerked off again (solo) on Sunday, after the mutual masturbation session with my wife on Saturday afternoon. I thought I was just going to talk about how I like to masturbate solo after (but not immediately after) I've had sex with my wife. But instead of writing about 'the joys of masturbation' I've written about 'the angst of masturbation'. Ha! So typical of me!!)

* Below is a small excerpt of what I read when I took that 'Literotica break' I talked about earlier. It's called She Strips To Conquer by pixandwords. You can find the full story here. Pixandwords are actually a couple who write erotic stories together, and they're great (all with high reader scores, if you don't believe me!)


© pixandwords

2 comments:

  1. I can't help it, I laughed by ass off when you described the reality of sitting on the toilet with your cock out versus the fantasy of being caught. Further proof that the fantasy is almost always better than the reality, but reality is much funnier (sometimes). And WOW, four plus hours of wanking/edging?! I'm impressed even if it was unintentional.

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    1. You're allowed to laugh - that's why I try to write it funny! :)
      Yes, reality often never matches up with fantasy - like that time my wife took me to a strip club once (https://nerospeaks.blogspot.com/2016/09/my-wife-took-me-to-strip-club-once.html). If only she'd let me in on the fantasy I might have been able to play up to it; but once again she expected me to be some sort of mind reader. I was left feeling that I had failed some sort of test, that I hadn't lived up to what had played out in one of her dirty stories.
      The thing about the four plus hours of wanking/edging was that I honestly had no idea until I looked at the clock. It surprised even me. I hadn't eaten a thing either, not even breakfast. That's addictive behavior, right?

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