Masturbation May: Can We? (L) ~ Ignite Story

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Friday:

I woke up a little before nine, only to find Ben not in bed. I stretched, then smiled as I thought about the fun we had the night before. Then I remembered about the two of us agreeing to do the “Masturbation Challenge.”

“Wow! Fifteen days without his cock in my pussy!” I said to myself. I began to wonder if I had enough will power.

I got out of bed to look for Ben and found him dressed and changing the oil in his truck. So I fixed myself a bite to eat, then began reading a book I had bought the week before as I sat at the kitchen table.

About forty-five minutes later, Ben walked through the front door and informed me that he was going over to our daughter Kristie’s apartment.

“I told her I would come by and fix her sofa,” he said. One of the back legs broke or something. I shouldn’t be very long.” He gave me a kiss before heading out the door.

After he left, I settled on the couch to read my book. I guess I dozed off because the next thing I knew, Ben was waking me.

“Hey, baby! You hungry? Want me to grill up a couple of burgers?” He said.

“That sounds good,” I reply as I sit up on the couch and try to wake from my unintended nap.

“Okay! I am gonna take a quick shower. You mind making the patties?” he said, heading to the bathroom.

“Sure!” I replied as I got up from the sofa.

After making a couple of patties from the hamburger meat he had brought home with him, I walked to the bathroom to get the dirty clothes basket. Ben was still in the shower. A naughty thought ran through my mind, and I smiled. I then decided to have a little fun.

“Hey, babe!” I said as I leaned against the lavatory. The excitement of what I had in mind sent a warm tingle through my body, and I teasingly ran my hand over my breast.

“Yeah! What you need?” He said, then poked his head out through the shower curtain.

“Are you beating your meat?” I replied as I continued to stimulate my breast with my fingers, causing my nipples to become erect and an erotic warmth to spread between my legs.

Ben was silent for a moment, kind of taken aback by my question, I guess. A smile crossed his lips as he saw me engaging in breast play. He then said, “Uh, no! Why do you ask?”

“I just know how you are—how you like to jerk off in the shower. You’re such a naughty boy!” I said, then yanked the shower curtain open.

A little bit of soap ran down his torso, and I noticed that his cock was starting to thicken rather quickly. The water cascading down his muscular frame made him look especially delicious to my lustful eyes. Any other time, I would have gotten in with him and sucked his dick or asked him to fuck me right there on the bathroom floor. Believe me, I was so tempted. But we had decided to take the masturbation challenge, so I refrained from doing so.

“Do it for me, baby! Play with your dick! I want to watch you jack off,” I said as I put the lid down on the toilet and had a seat.

“Seriously?” he replied with a slight chuckle.

“What? You need some inspiration?” I said, then opened my legs and began running my fingers through my pubic bush. I could see his cock was now fully erect as he watched me start to finger myself.

“Damn! Baby, you are one horny bitch!” Ben said as he lathered his hands with soap and grasped his cock.

“Yes, I am! And you make me that way! That’s it! Jerk your meat! My pussy is getting so wet, baby,” I said as I watched Ben perform for me.

Ben kept his eyes on me as he stroked his beautiful cock in a slow, steady motion. He looked so hot, and my desire to cum grew stronger. I began to rub my clit vigorously as I watched him.

“Fuck!” Ben groaned as he began stroking faster, his other hand now holding his balls.

“Oh, baby! Yes!” I panted as I fingered my clit, then slipped a couple of fingers into my now dripping cunt.

Ben turned off the water and steadied himself with one arm against the shower wall as he pumped his cock. His large arm muscles flexed as he stroked, and his whole body seemed to strain as he worked towards release.

My own hand was now furiously rubbing my clit, and I could feel my orgasm starting to swell inside me. “Oh God! I’m gonna cum! Oh, baby, I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming! Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhhh- Yesss! Yesss !” I squealed as I came.

That was all Ben needed, and he let out a deep groan as spurt after spurt of his cum shot from his dick and landed on the shower floor.

The toilet seat was wet with my juices as I stood, wiped myself, then cleaned the toilet seat with a damp rag. Ben rinsed and stepped out of the shower and proceeded to dry himself. His cock had lost his stiffness and lay over his now empty balls like a sleeping snake.

“You are a naughty boy! And I love it!” I said with a wink and kissed him before exiting the bathroom.

Monday morning:

Ben had left early that morning to clean up around the camp. I busied myself by cleaning up around the house and also the pool house. As I cleaned the pool house, I  found a book that I had forgotten we had: “Sexual Positions: An Illustrated Guide” by the Kinsey Institute.  Ben and I purchased it years ago.

Now, the book contains explicit full-color photographs of a couple (married, according to Kinsey) engaging in various sex positions, from missionary to anal to blowjobs with descriptions and instructions added by Kinsey experts. It even had a section on male and female masturbation. When I say explicit, I mean it showed PIV.  Ben always called it “Porn by Science.”

Anyway, I sat on the loveseat in the poolhouse and thumbed through it. I don’t have to tell you that looking at the pictures started to turn me on. My hand soon found it’s way to my pussy, and I began fingering myself. It felt good, and I was getting into my jilling session when I heard someone call out my name.

“Gina! Gina! You home, honey?” said the voice.

I knew that voice; it was Mrs. Rose. I forgot she was coming over. Mrs. Rose is a client of mine and a dear friend. Since my mom passed, she has become like a mother to me.

“Just a minute!” I shouted as I grabbed a rag from the poolhouse bathroom and wiped my cunt. Gaining my composure, I opened the poolhouse door and walked out. I was nude, of course, but Mrs. Rose and her husband are also into nudism. She just turned seventy, and her now-second husband is nine years younger.

“Hey, dear! I hope you don’t mind my letting myself in, but your door was open. I didn’t come at a bad time, did I?” Mrs. Rose said.

“Oh, no! It’s fine. To be honest, I forgot you were coming. I was just doing a bit of cleaning,” I replied.

“I see. You look a little flushed dear, are you feeling okay?” She said.

“I’m fine! Just hot from cleaning. How have you been?” I replied.

She smiled and said, “That’s good. Sweetheart, either you’re extremely excited to see me, or you really love cleaning house. “Her eyes drifted to my breasts.

It was then I realized that both my nipples were erect and sticking out proudly. I must have turned six shades of red. It generally takes a lot to embarrass me, but this was Mrs. Rose.

“It’s okay, darlin’! It happens! Unless I did interrupt something,” she said with a grin.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry, Rose!” I said as I continued to laugh.

“Let’s see, Mr. Ben’s truck isn’t here, and I didn’t see him when I walked in. So…Gina, darlin’! Were you in there fluffing your kitty?” She said with a big grin.

I felt like a kid getting caught with my hand in a cookie jar, but couldn’t stop laughing. I had never heard it called “fluffing the kitty” before.

“So embarrassed! Yes ma’am,” I said, wiping a tear from my eye from laughing so hard.

“Oh, my word! I am so sorry, honey!” She replied, then laughed.

“Oh, it’s okay! I don’t know why I am so embarrassed! I feel so silly!” I said, finally gaining my composure again.

“It’s okay, dear! Did you at least get your fun?” she replied.

“You mean, did I cum? No, ma’am. I hadn’t been doing it long. It’s okay, though. Shall we go do your hair now?” I said.

We walked into the house, and I slipped on an apron and got her all fixed up. “When was the last time you got your hair done by a nude stylist?” I said with a chuckle.

“It’s definitely a first, my dear!” Mrs. Rose replied with a smile. She offered to pay, but I refused to accept it.

“Thank you for doing this for me, dear!” she said as she grabbed her purse, then kissed me gently on the cheek.

“You’re welcome! Anytime!” I replied and patted her arm. “You be careful going home!”

“I will, dear! Take care of your business, hon! I’ll talk to you later. Next time, I will call first,” she said with a wink.

I laughed and replied, “Yes, ma’am!”

After she left, I went back and finished cleaning the pool house. I then brought the book into the house and put it up in our bedroom closet.

Later that night:

As Ben and I lay in bed, I told him about the incident with Mrs. Rose, and we both had a good laugh.

“So, did you finish fluffing the kitty after she left?” Ben asked with a smile.

I laughed and said, “No, kinda killed the mood.”

“I see. Kind of a boner killer, I guess!” He replied.

“You could say that.” Then I eyed him and asked, “Wanna play a little?”

“Kinda tired, babe! You can if you like. Sorry!” Ben said with a yawn.

“That’s fine! You rest. I love you!” I said, then kissed him. I got out of bed and took my bullet vibe from our toy box under our bed.

“Hey, where you going?” he said as I started to leave the room.

“Going up front. Don’t want to keep you awake,” I replied.

“You’re not gonna bother me! Come back to bed,” Ben replied.

“No, you sleep! I will be back soon!” I said.

“Okay then, love you!” he said.

“Love you too,” I said as I left, shutting the bedroom door behind me.

I walked to the hallway bathroom and grabbed a towel. Then I went into the living room and poured myself a glass of wine. I spread the towel on the sofa and lit a rosemary-scented candle that sat on the coffee table.

Taking a sip of my wine, I lay on the sofa with the towel under my ass. I then spread my legs, putting one on the back of the couch and stretching the other leg out with my foot on the floor.

I began by fondling and caressing my breasts, running a moistened finger over my nipples, which caused them to stiffen. As I remembered the events of earlier that day, I couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

I ran my hands along my torso in a feathery motion, then back up to my breast, then did the same along my inner thighs. My body shivered, and as it tickled a little, I couldn’t help giggling slightly.

Put my hand to my pussy, I ran my fingers through my pubic bush. I moaned softly as my fingers traveled over my outer lips, then back up. I did it again, this time flicking my clit with my finger briefly. My pussy had become nice and wet by this time.

“You’re wet, girl! You horny little slut!” I whispered, then moaned as I let my finger once again flick at my clit. I was aching to cum, but wanted to build up the sexual tension. My breathing grew more shallow as I moved my finger to my lips and tasted my pussy juice.

“Mmmmm, so sweet!” I panted softly.

I returned to my breast and gently pinched and pulled at my nipples, causing just the right mix of pain and pleasure to send wonderful sensations throughout my body. For a minute, I honestly thought I might cum.

So, I stopped and reached for my glass of wine and took a sip, almost like it was gonna quench that fire that burned inside me. It didn’t. My body was on fire with a desire for pleasure.

I took my bullet vibe from the coffee table, turned it on, and ran it across my hardened nipples. My neck arched back. The sensation was exquisite, and I  moaned a little louder.

I couldn’t hold back or deny my body any longer, or I would go insane. I moved the vibe over my pussy lips, then down almost to my puckered asshole. My body jerked in response, and my breathing became heavier.

“Ahhhh, Fuck!  Feels so good!” I panted, as I again ran the vibe along my pussy lips. My body once again jerked in response. I was getting close, so once again, I stopped—this time only briefly.

I ran the vibrator over my dripping pussy lips once more, then slowly inserted it inside, just past my outer lips. My body spasmed, and I started to cum.

“I’m cumming! Ohhhhhhh! I’m cumming!” I cried as my orgasm racked my body. I began panting loudly as orgasmic tremors made my legs tremble.

As I began to come down from my orgasmic high, laughter seemed to bubble up, triggered by my orgasm. I couldn’t hold it back. I lay there for several minutes before deciding to go for another. One orgasm is generally not enough for me.

I again ran the bullet vibe along my now dripping cunt. My body twitched as the vibe touched my clit, and I groaned with pleasure. Slowly, I ran the vibe over my clit with one hand as I pinched and pulled my nipples with the other.

My second orgasm swelled, then burst, causing me to squeal as my body once again spasmed. I lay there for several minutes, panting heavily as I enjoyed the aftermath of the pleasure I felt.

I sat up and finished my wine, then picked the towel up from the couch. It was quite wet in one spot, and a little had soaked through on the couch. (The cushion got a good cleaning the next day.)  I wiped between my legs, then blew out the candle as I headed to the bedroom.

I opened the door gently so as not to wake Ben. When I entered, I saw him lying there with a smile on his face. He was uncovered, and puddles of cum were on his abdomen and groin.

“You ass! I thought you said you were tired!” I said with a laugh.

“I was, but hearing all your moaning and groaning, I couldn’t help myself,” he replied with a grin.

“Well, guess I can’t blame you then!” I said, handing him a damp cloth to clean himself. Then I got into bed next to him.

“I love you, babe!” I said as I snuggled up next to him.

“I love you too!” He replied and kissed me.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Still more coming…