Masturbation Journey – For those of you who haven’t read any of my stories, my name is Gina. I am a 48-year-old mother of three and married 29 years to my loving husband Ben.
Ben and I are both Christians. We love and trust in God who gave us this love we have together. He blessed our love with 3 beautiful children: 2 beautiful daughters and a handsome son.
Ben is employed by an offshore drilling company. I am a former hairstylist, now a stay at home wife and mother.
Ben and I have a very active and passionate love life. We have sex at least once a week, sometimes more depending on what life throws our way. Regardless we make time to be intimate with each other. We may not have a full blown fuck every time, but we have sex in one form or another. It may be a hot little quickie, oral sex, or mutual and solo masturbation.
A reader commented after reading my story “Morning Bliss” telling me that he/she had 3 daughters, one of which was soon to be married. He/She asked if I would write about my journey to married masturbation.
So sir/ma’am whoever you are, if you are reading this. It is dedicated to you!
I have liked touching myself for as long as I can remember, though I didn’t actually have an orgasm till I was around 13 ( that I can remember!).
My masturbation journey began when I was taking a bath. I was sitting in the tub, my hand between my legs touching that special spot that felt so nice. Normally I would do it for just a minute, then stop. I do not know why!
Anyway, on this particular night I diddled my pussy a little longer than usual, then it happened. I felt this warm wonderful feeling come over me. My body tingled, then an intense feeling hit, almost like my entire body sneezed. It took my breath away, and my muscles contracted and I began to shake all over. A sharp yelp escaped my lips. It only lasted for a minute or two but it was the most wonderful feeling I had ever felt. I remember my mother came to check on me after hearing my little yelp. I told her that I had gotten a cramp in my foot. ( What else was I going to say?)
From that moment on I looked forward to bath time. I would play with my young pussy until I experienced that wonderful feeling again. I soon started masturbating in bed as well, before going to sleep and again in the morning. I would wake up a little earlier than usual so I could sneak in a good cum.
I was jilling off every chance I got. I soon learned I could make that feeling happen over and over again. I was having a very heated affair with my hand and fingers. I never felt guilty about masturbating, because to be honest, I didn’t know I was supposed to. After all, how could something that felt so good be wrong? Plus it was my body.
It wasn’t long that I became interested in boys and sex. I began reading books about sex, erotic novels, and yes, I must admit, some porn ( nobody’s perfect).
I began having fantasies about having sex with boys and masturbated to those fantasies. I was shy when it came to boys. I could barely talk to one, how the hell was I gonna have sex with one! Then I met Ben.
He was the cutest boy I had ever seen. My heart beat wildly and my palms got all sweaty when I was around him. I was 14, he was 16. He was so sweet and so easy to talk to. We hit it off immediately. I remember feeling like I would pass out when he asked for my phone number. He actually liked me! I don’t think I need to say who starred in my naughty thoughts.
After a while and with my parents permission, Ben and I started dating. We would hold hands everywhere we went. I was in heaven! Then he kissed me and my knees felt like wet noodles.
Three days after my seventeenth birthday and one week before Ben was to start working off shore, Ben proposed to me. I was squalling like a baby when I, of course, said yes.
When we told my parents, I was relieved when neither objected. It helped when I told them I was gonna finish high school first. Ben and I also both agreed not to have sex till we were man and wife. So I was a true virgin ( rare these days!).
Ben and I were married in an outdoor ceremony, attended by a small gathering of family and friends. I didn’t want a large wedding. I didn’t care if three people showed up as long as I became Ben’s wife.
We had only 2 days for our honeymoon before Ben had to go back to work. We decided instead of spending a lot of money on an expensive trip, we would just rent a room at a local hotel.
Later that night Ben and I consummated our love as man and wife. When I first looked upon Ben’s cock, I must admit I got scared. I’m not into the size thing but it looked huge to me at the time. It was swollen and sticking out at me. I nervously touched it with my hand causing it to twitch.
Ben laid me on the bed and pushed my thighs apart with his hands. I was dripping wet. He guided his dick to my virgin hole and slowly, gently entered me. I felt a little discomfort at first, but it quickly gave way to pleasure as he began slowly thrusting. I orgasmed rather quickly, clawing his arms as I spasmed. I had three orgasms before he filled me with his cum, sealing the deal on our union.
After that, I couldn’t get enough of his dick. We made love, again and again, those two days. I sucked cock for the first time, he went down on me, and we made love in several different positions.
We were married around 8 to 10 months and had bought a new three bedroom, two bath trailer house. Actually, it was used but it was new to us.
It took me a while to get used to being an offshore workers wife. He worked 14 days straight, then he was off 14 days. Those 14 days without him were tough. I masturbated quite a bit during those days, then screwed a lot the days he was home. I was a horny wife then and a horny wife now!
One night I awakened to find Ben wasn’t in bed and he wasn’t in the master bathroom. We had made love the night before so I was still naked. I walked down the hall to the living room.
The door leading to the living room was pulled partially shut. I gently opened the door and peeked in. My eyes widened and I gasped at what I saw. Ben was sitting on the sofa, his hard dick in one hand his balls in the other. He was jacking-off!
He didn’t see me as his head was tilted back on the back of the sofa and his eyes were closed. He was obviously enjoying himself. I didn’t make a sound. I just stood mesmerized as I watched him beat his meat. It was the first time I’d ever seen a guy masturbate.
I must admit I was a bit jealous at first. I mean we had a good fuck the night before. Why did he need to masturbate? My jealousy soon turned into pure horniness. Before long I was touching myself as I stood in the doorway and watched him.
He stroked his cock in a steady rhythm as he fondled his nuts. I was frigging my clit good as I watched. Suddenly he lifted his head and saw me standing there. He smiled at me and continued jacking himself off as he watched me finger myself while standing in the doorway.
” Oh, fuck yeah! Play with your pussy, baby!” he groaned as he increased the speed of his stroking. My eyes were glued on his hand as he stroked himself. I could feel my orgasm building as I masturbated with Ben.
” OH, FUCK, BABY! I’M GOING TO CUM!” He said as creamy ropes of his cum shot from his dick, landing on his hand and stomach. A couple drop even landed on his chest.
That was it for me as I began to cum. It was a powerful orgasm, my legs barely held me up.
He cleaned himself with a damp rag he had on the lamp table next to him, then walked over to me and kissed me passionately.
We then went to bed and held each other as we fell asleep. We awakened a couple of hours later and we enjoyed a wonderful fuck.
From that moment on masturbation became a mainstay in our sex life. We share our masturbation journey with each other. It is such a turn on to share something so personal and so erotic.
Ben, I love you, baby! Thank you for always being there for me and supporting me. Thank you for allowing me to write these intimate stories about our lovemaking!
God Bless! I hope you all enjoy my story!… Always, Gina