Watching My Husband Masturbate (A)
(A) – This story contains brief anal play.
I’ve watched my husband masturbate many times over the years. Sometimes it’s when he’s doing it for me. But in other, wonderful, rare moments, I get to watch from a vantage point that won’t disturb his privacy. It is a privilege to watch him stroke his cock—a cock I am so familiar with. I know how it feels in every way and in every place a woman can. I know how it responds to me, I know its taste. Still, there is something so intimate about watching him give himself pleasure. A marriage affords such moments. It is an intimacy only marriage can provide.
I journal about our sex. Not for every sexual encounter. Mostly, it’s things I observe about our sexual behavior and our tastes over the years. This entry is one I wanted to share on this forum. Mike and I have enjoyed reading the stories and discussions here. Honestly, some of your comments have gotten me wet, or encouraged my own “private moments”—but that’s another story.
This entry is from years ago, but it still pleases me when I read it. I hope it gives you some pleasure as well.
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You left the bathroom lights low so you wouldn’t wake me, but I wasn’t asleep yet, and I heard the soft patter of water hitting the tiled floor of the shower. I quietly climbed out of bed, and while you waited for the temperature to climb, I watched from the darkness of the bedroom just beyond the bathroom door. Your nude body was perfectly illuminated, and even though I know every inch of you, I’m still captivated by the way light traces and defines you in space.
I heard the difference in sound as the water tapped against your flesh, gathered, and began to chart its course down your chest. The water ran quickly down your abdomen, its path separating around your cock, then continued down your athletic thighs.
As you lathered yourself, I noticed you slowing your pace as you attended to your cock and balls, and I saw the undeniable, physical response to your touch. You continued to wash, but I wanted you to return, seeing your hardness increase. I felt myself get wet at the thought, hoping as I bit my lower lip, that you would find your way back and pleasure yourself for your silent observer.
In a few minutes, I got my wish. I watched as you touched yourself just below your stomach, just above the base of your hardening shaft, a standard prelude to your masturbation. Your cock was quick to respond to your touch, your palm feeling the resistance. You gripped your spongy cock head, squeezing it, and a pearl of translucent liquid emerged from that little slit. You had been thinking about this moment. You rubbed it like lube over the head of your cock and it glistened for a moment before the water diluted it and it was lost. You let your hand slide back along your shaft, as you slowly started to stroke, allowing it to stiffen upward.
I love the look of your hand around your shaft. I love how your slow, steady strokes roll the skin over the rim of the head of your cock. I love the emergence of the veins in your shaft as they become engorged by the concert of your movement and intent. I love its slight upward curve. And I love seeing your balls become firm.
I am fascinated by how you handle yourself, so different from my touch, yours more direct and deliberate. I wondered if the feeling of having sex with yourself is something I am unable to mimic? I observed, always eager to learn something new about you. I attempted to take some mental notes, but the vision of you and the trembling in my thighs was overpowering my thoughts.
You stroked your cock like you do for me, methodical and attending to every inch of your shaft, feeling its fullness, encouraging it to its maximum length and thickness. The details were lost and reemerged from the foamy water, the soap gathered just below the head, dripping in soft clumps that almost seem like a preview.
You increased your pace, and your head tilted backward with the pleasure you were giving yourself. I heard the pattern of the water change as it fell against your cock, then slapped on the shower floor in time with your strokes. Your left hand began to stretch and squeeze your balls, something you do from time to time when I stroke or suck you.
I watched intently as your hand caressed your thigh. Your legs spread slightly. You leaned back hard against the wall, stroking faster and faster as you began to finger your asshole. This was a part of your pleasure I do not often see, but one that fascinates me. My fingers danced over my clit in time with your strokes as my breath became shallow in the face of your sexual energy.
I knew you were about to release. I know your body movements, both the voluntary and involuntary pleasures that transport you. You let go of your cock momentarily, and I saw the tension in your face and the hardness of your thighs as you tried to hold it back.
You failed.
Your cock was at its fullest when you unloaded that stunning stream of cum, your palms against the tile walls. I heard your short, halting breath as your abdomen twitched. You groaned, and your thighs quivered. Three white ropes followed by the rest, thick and white, oozing from the helmet head of your heaving cock. You work your shaft again, stroking quickly, your grip tightened to extend your pleasure as your cum cascaded down your fingers. Then, one large drop clinging stubbornly, transformed slowly to a thin strand of milky white, finally breaking free and lost in the warm water of the shower. You raised your hand into the stream of water, and I watched, mouth open as the water turned your sticky cum to a translucent web that I wanted so much to taste and swallow for you.
I imagined myself on my knees before you, and I carelessly sighed.
I became still as a little mouse as I hid in the dark room just beyond the door, not daring to move or make a sound, fearful that my presence had ruined your moment. Several seconds went by, but you remained fixed on your pleasure.
As you recovered, I saw you squeeze out the last remaining drops of your orgasm. I watched you for a few minutes as the water splashed over your naked body, your thick cock beginning to point downward, drained by intense self pleasure. I made note of those little involuntary twitches, those thick veins subsiding, your skin, losing its firmness, your body already renewing itself for the next time.
I was always taken by the raw masculinity in your ejaculations, the purposeful quality in your strokes, that firm grip on your meaty shaft, intensely male, in every way. But also mine, in every way. I knew you hadn’t heard me; the intimacy of your moment seemed completely undisturbed by the world around you, a world that included me.
But somewhere else, or maybe in your mind’s eye, maybe you thought of my naked flesh? Did you picture my legs spread wide for you as you worked your beautiful cock? Maybe my spread ass cheeks for something a bit more forbidden fueled your play?
I watched you until you turned off the water. I crawled back into bed and continued casually massaging my clit, rerunning the images of you in my head. By the time you came to bed, I had given myself a delicious orgasm, I took pleasure in the wetness between my thighs, and I tasted myself for you.
You pressed yourself against me as always. I thought about the pleasure you’d just given yourself as I feigned drowsiness. I knew your spent energy would quickly induce sleep, and that what I had just silently witnessed was only for you.
But I would wake you up early the next day…
only for me.
Incredible story! I can’t tell you how much I enjoy being watched while I masturbate, so it’s amazing to see a wife enjoy this so much
Oh, that’s so erotic and beautifully sexy! I love the way you describe your man and the purely sexual pleasure you get from just watching him.
I hope you’ll tell us what happened the next morning when it was just for you 😉
Mmmm So sexy. So erotic. I pictured myself doing this. My dear Anne watching me. Brings back the journal entries of my mind over the years. We are so well practiced! Just as you and your sexy husband are!
My wife is involved nearly daily with my masturbation. On days we have sex (every 3 days usually) mutual masturbation and watching each other is part of foreplay and between orgasms play.
We also use vibrators on ourself. Mine is a vibrating stroker. As one of us uses our vibe the spouse orally n manually works the other spouse’s nipples. Of course we also digitally (fingers n hands) masturbate ourself and each other as part of a sex/lovemaking session.
We both enjoy watching each other’s reactions and the erotic show. On off days when we don’t have sex my wife loves on my man-nips as I masturbate with my hand or my stroker to orgasm.
Nowadays, to reach climax, my wife needs to use a vibe as I’m orally ministering to her nipples after she’s been thoroughly fucked. So I’m watching her with one eye as I suck her tits. The sight of her cumming is always a beautiful thing to me.
Like you, I journal about our sexual encounters. A therapist recommended this to me. Journaling about our sexual experiences has really helped me feel grateful for the sexual experiences that my wife n I share. Then, like you, apparently, the journal entries are sometimes written up in more readable form for MH.
Thank you for this sexy story!
This is something I am so so SO looking forward to doing if I'm ever married! Whew, your writing conjured up a delightful mental image of my imagined future husband, stroking himself in the shower, unaware of my presence as I hungrily enjoy the view. Although, I might not have the self-control to not slip in and join him 😉. Thank you for sharing a very spicy snapshot of your marital intimacy. It's these experiences that reinforce the beauty of marriage for me, and get me even more eager to someday experience them myself.
Well SC, I took a total of 18 minutes reading this story – and I'm usually a very fast reader …
After taking Jim to the airport early this morning, I can still savor the. aftertaste of the load a swallowed after delivering his AM airport BJ… Of course, I had to get myself nice and creamy again after being so horny after I sent him on his way….making matters even more urgent was the fact that Jim always reaches under my t-shirt and really works my tits while I'm throating him…
Sarah, what I mean to say is thanks for the afterglow your story provided me TWICE….which is why it took 18 minutes to read it….
Mmmmmmm …
I loved watching my now late husband masturbate! Really turned me on, as did your story. Stay horny love!
This is just a perfectly told story. What a delightful entry in your journal and so intimately told. I love the way you describe the scene you saw and how much you enjoyed it. Thanks so much for sharing.
Great story for the ladies. Watching my husband stroke his cock is such a turn on! So is having him cum on me. Thank you!
Two marriages, totally 34 years, and never once did a wife talk about me like that. I would have enjoyed it so much.
Jill has struggled with the whole masturbation by yourself thing. Sometimes she feels like it’s all about the sexual gratification when she has caught him jacking off in the shower, nothing about the entirety of what married sex is (or can be). However, this story gave her a new perspective, opened her mind to some new possibilities. She has also struggled with the idea of her own masturbation. Jack loves to hear about her doing that, and especially loves to watch a video of her that she has made for him, often at his request.
Jill rarely masturbates on her own because she wants to, or feels like she needs to. So she doesn’t really understand it. However, she realizes that it’s important to open your mind to the entire outlook on the big bubble that is married sex. Just because Jack is pleasuring himself in the shower doesn’t mean he’s not thinking about her, it doesn’t mean it’s not still all about them.
Jill is working on that.
Thanks for the post.
OMG! This made my own pussy so hot and tingly! I could see every bit in my mind of what you described! It was so sensual and sexy!