On-screen fun, part 1

I wrote my first MH story just a couple of weeks ago and shared it with Mr. Spurgeon. It was nerve-wracking but also very freeing, and it gave us some great memories to reminisce about (that eventually led to making some new ones…). I asked Mr. S if he would write something. It took a little cajoling, but I convinced him. In fact, he liked it so much it got awfully long, so we split it into two parts. Here is his first contribution.

I’m not going to pretend this isn’t a little embarrassing. It’s sort of like exposing myself to the whole internet. But, when Caj wrote her story it convinced me to write one of own about our experiences. She’s a better writer than me, so I had her make a few edits along the way, but this is mostly my own take on one of our “firsts” as a couple. [Cajolie says: I made a few changes I didn’t tell him about, too.]

A few years ago, I got a promotion at work to a position that included attending a few trade shows a year. I hated the idea of traveling without Caj and our kids (two at the time). I hated being away from them. Not just because I was so used to sleeping naked next to my wife at night, but for genuinely emotional connection reasons, too. [Caj: Mostly the naked part, though.]

As I kissed Caj and the kids goodbye at the airport for my first solo trip for work, she told me she left something in my carry-on. A sandwich or an extra notepad, I figured—I’m always hungry and always losing my notes. I didn’t think anything of it until the plane was probably somewhere over Nebraska. I was flying from D.C. to L.A. for this trade show, and I have a hard time reading on planes. So, I pulled my bag from under the seat in front of me and rummaged around for whatever she had left. Eventually, I found a blue USB drive in one of the pockets. In sharpie, she’d written, “Enjoy!” on it.

I was a little disappointed it wasn’t a sandwich. After all, I’m always hungry. [Caj: True.]

I pulled out my laptop and plugged the drive in. I’m not sure what I was expecting. A video game or something? An ebook? I guess I wasn’t thinking. What I definitely wasn’t expecting was to see a bunch of thumbnails of photos of Cajolie, stark naked. I’m sure the lady in the seat next to me jumped a little when I slammed the lip of my laptop closed with a gasp.

Part of the problem with traveling by airplane is there’s no privacy whatsoever. I wanted desperately to open up my computer again, but couldn’t risk someone behind me or next to me seeing what was clearly for my eyes only.

I even thought about taking my laptop with me to the bathroom but decided the creepiness factor outweighed the benefit. So, I waited. For more than two hours I sat on that plane, knowing there was a special treat waiting for me when I landed. I had to keep my jacket folded over my lap because there were a couple times my imagination ran a little too wild and I probably had a noticeable bulging in my pants. [Caj: :)]

Normally when I land I like to wait and let everyone else get off. After all, the luggage is never at the carousel, and I hate being crammed among people in the aisle. But this time I leaned over to the woman next to me and told her I had to catch a taxi urgently to get to a business meeting, and could I please get out as quickly as possible?

I made a mad dash off the plane and found a spot where I could sit with my back to a wall, and with some creative angling in the chair convinced myself nobody would be able to see my screen.

Finally!

I opened my laptop and nervously looked around me. There were people walking past frequently.  I set my bag on the chair next to me to dissuade anyone from sitting down.

I opened the folder again: there were about a dozen photos total, with her in varying stages of undress and poses. I opened them and scrolled through.

Cajolie in my favorite dark red teddy. Cajolie pulling at the teddy’s lace covering her breasts, just starting to show her dark areolas. Cajolie leaning toward the camera with her breasts uncovered and hanging right in front of the lens. Cajolie pushing the crotch of the teddy aside and holding the tip of her index finger just inside of herself, her head thrown back with a sly grin on her face. Then a series of her completely nude and doing unseemly things to her fingers. I could barely contain myself. I may actually have been squirming as the heat on my screen and the heat of the laptop battery combined to warm me up.

I glanced around again as an elderly couple ambled by. There was one last picture of Caj on the drive, but it didn’t show off her soft, pale breasts or her glistening, hungry loins. [Caj: “Glistening, hungry loins?” Really?] Instead the only parts of her I could see were her fingertips as they held a sign to the camera: “Skype. 9 p.m.”

I didn’t know if I could wait that long. I scrolled backward through the photos again, lingering on a couple particularly nice ones, then put my laptop away and tried desperately to calm myself so I could stand up and retrieve my suitcase from the baggage claim before they pulled it off as an unclaimed bag.

I grabbed my bag and went to wait for the hotel shuttle. While I waited, I called Cajolie, hoping to tell her I’d seen the photos and to tell her I was excited about our Skype session later. Alas, I got her voicemail. I’d like to say I left her a really sexy message, but it probably went something like, “Uh, hi, Caj, um, I saw the, uh, the things, and I made it to L.A. and, um, I’ll call you tonight. I mean not call, uh, I’ll Skype. At you. Bye.” [Caj: This is pretty much verbatim what he said.]

After I made it to the hotel I undressed, as I always do when I get to a hotel room. There’s something freeing about walking around a room completely naked with the blinds closed. Since I had about an hour before meeting my coworkers to set up our booth, I decided to have another look at my little going-away gift on the laptop.

Let me tell you, there is something about my wife that is completely irresistible. Neither of us is a model, and I’m sure there are plenty of people who would find either of us uninteresting, sexually or physically, but God didn’t make us for other people. He made us for each other. And I cannot get enough of my wife—emotionally, spiritually, or sexually. So when I opened up those photos—this time, full-screen—I immediately felt the blood start flowing toward my penis. Seeing her there, exhibiting herself just for me, knowing nobody else would ever see what I was seeing…something about it was incredibly hot, and within moments I was stiff, standing there in my hotel room, completely nude with a hard-on for my wife. I reached down and gently rubbed the tip of my cock, rolling the skin over the tip and back. [Caj: In case you didn’t realize, he’s not circumcised.]

Then I moved my hand to my testicles and gently squeezed them a few times, loosening them up for what was to come. As I clicked slowly through her photos, zooming in here and there to see her nipples or where her fingers entered her pussy, I started to gently stroke my penis, starting at the base and working slowly up.

Then I stopped.

I felt nervous. Not because I thought anybody could see me, but because it felt a little unfair that she wasn’t there. Sure, I had masturbated thinking about my wife before, but only a few times, and it always felt a little wrong. Spilling seed, and all that. I sat on the bed, my cock pushing against my abdomen, and thought about it. Pretty soon I realized that this was what Cajolie had wanted, wasn’t it? She sent me photos knowing I’d get aroused and want—need—to act on it. And obviously, she had been pleasuring herself when she took those photos (though I can’t say for sure that she actually had an orgasm because of it). [Caj: I sure did!]

So, maybe there wasn’t anything wrong with it after all. No, it was good, clean, married fun. So I stood up and looked at a couple more pictures to get my erection back to rock-hard status. There was an excellent one of her kneeling on the bed with her rear toward the camera, and I could see her spreading her vagina open with two fingers, liquid down to the second knuckle on both fingers. Oh! Hot.

She wanted me to be horny, I thought as I started stroking faster, my other hand moving to tug on my balls while I moved up and down my cock. In fact, she forced me to be horny. So maybe I should return the favor.

I grabbed my phone and found a spot where the light from the table lamp made things clear and snapped a photo of my raging hard-on. I typed in her number and sent my very first sext. I was giddy and nervous and excited and I wanted to have sex with my wife like you wouldn’t believe. The idea fo her getting that image—maybe while at the grocery store or picking the kids up from school—made me super hot for her.

I pulled back the foreskin over the head of my cock, something I learned to do to maximize the sensation on the head and started to use both hands to jerk myself off. I’m not so huge that I need two hands, but I enjoyed my top hand rolling off and on the head, and pretty soon I could feel myself getting near. I still had half an hour before I had to be downstairs.

I closed my eyes and thought about Caj’s hot lips on the tip of my dick, the way she uses her tongue when she has the head inside, the way her tits bounce on those rare occasions that she sucks me all the way to completion. [Caj: Guess I’ll have to do that more!] I was stroking furiously now, my shaft starting to ache, and I realized I didn’t know where to cum! I guess I could’ve shot it into the toilet or on a towel in the bathroom, but I saw the tissues on the desk, so I pulled out a bunch and laid them down in a row on the bed, stroking myself like a madman all the while, and I took one more look at that picture of Caj opening her pussy for me, and I clenched my thighs and grunted like a caveman as the first shot spurted out past the end of my tissue landing strip, followed by the second which was just barely contained by the tissues, then one more strong spurt before it was too much and I couldn’t flex my muscles anymore and the rest came out in a series of progressively softer glugs, until there was a big, faintly yellow lake of my cum soaking into the layers of tissue, my cock shaking in my hands, me halfway buckled over from the effort, a small drip of cum falling to the floor as I tried to catch my breath.

After a minute I looked up. It was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had, and Caj wasn’t even there to enjoy it.

But wait! The miracle of technology meant she didn’t completely have to miss out. I stumbled to the desk and grabbed my phone, then leaned my softening cock into the frame and snapped a photo of the bed. I took another close-up of the drops that had made it past the tissues. then I scribbled a note on the hotel stationery and held it up to the camera, and I sent all three photos to her.

She told me later that she got my cumshot photos while she was hanging out with our neighbor in their community garden, and she had to excuse herself to go take care of something. [Caj: Gee, I wonder what!]

My note said, “This is your doing. Looking forward to tonight.”

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8 replies
  1. shwngallimore1@gmail.com says:

    Wonderful story. Fast pace, a nice easy read.
    I've always wondered about masturbating away from my wife especially while on the road. This gives me an i resting idea, thanks.

  2. Trucker 53 says:

    More about your wife's photo shoot. I did the same thing one time. Only I took a video of my wife's orgasm face. It was the most beautiful thong I'd ever seen. I kept ut a week till I gait back home off my run.
    I think I need to see about getting another video of her.

  3. Juicy says:

    "God didn’t make us for other people. He made us for each other." Exactly! Perfect way to phrase it!

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