Masturbation for One—Or Was It?
It was late in the evening. I had taken a lot of time for my running that day, so I had decided it was going to be one of those nights where I’d have to stay up late studying for my classes.
The upstairs room was small—tiny, even, and quite bare, save for a window facing the street below, a couple of twin-sized beds (mine was the one by the window; my roommate had the one by the door), a desk beside the window, a ceiling light, a lamp, a small houseplant, and a cup full of pens and pencils. I liked sitting at this desk whenever I studied, the better to feel the cool breeze wafting in through the closed veneer blinds, as we usually kept the window screen wide open.
My roommate was out, and I was alone in the room, my athletic body aching from the efforts put forth earlier in the day. I was always doing my best to stay in shape and pursue the gift of running that was so common in my family. We were always trying to outdo each other, but I always seemed to come in last. Well, no matter. Now I was in study mode. But the soft breeze trickling in between the closed slats of the window blinds, coupled with the soft and pulsating sounds of the street below, made my mind begin to wander…
It took me a bit by surprise when I felt the familiar tension in my crotch—my cock was beginning to fill with blood. Being young and in excellent health from all my running, such occurrences were not at all uncommon. I usually took care of things at least once a day—sometimes more—during one of my two or three showers. Days could be hot in the city where I went to school, and with my athletic pursuits, I had to take extra care to bathe frequently or I would not just look like I spent a lot of time running outside, I would noticeably smell like it, too. But as I felt my body aching for another reason than just the run, I remembered I had rushed through my shower due to my urgency to study. But right now, I was having a hard time studying, in more ways than one.
Well, I thought, I need to take care of this, or nothing’s going to get done around here—as I read the same line in my textbook for the fourth or fifth time. I stretched and stood up. The soft, velvety air felt delicious as it trickled in from the window. I was standing in profile now, framed by the window, the bright lights for studying feeling like spotlights on me. As a devout Christian, I always tried to be careful never to behave scandalously, and I was a very intentional virgin, waiting and praying for a wonderful woman to come into my world someday. Well, she wasn’t here now, and my thin cotton shorts had an obvious bulge as my penis got harder and harder. In my mind, this was the place to take care of business, and might as well get to it before my roommate came home. There wasn’t much room in our tiny room, so I stayed there in profile, the window to my right, blinds closed save for the slats gently swaying from the breeze seeping through the screen. Nobody can see me like this, I assured myself.
I slowly moved my hands up toward my lips, caressing them gently. My penis only got harder. I let my hands wander down to my chest, and I squeezed my chest muscles roughly, then gently and tenderly teased the hard points of my aroused nipples through my t-shirt, which soon came off for better access. I began to get slightly wet, the anticipation building as I tugged at my waistband, slowly and tantalizingly pulling my shorts lower … lower … lower…
My erect penis sprung free and pointed upward, throbbing and dark as my shorts fell crumpled on the floor. My right hand teased the head, grabbed it, then moved to the underside, as my left hand continued to finger my nipples, alternating between the left and the right. I slowed a bit to admire my erect member in the bright lights of the small room. It was taut and full, throbbing with energy, and slightly wet at the tip. I had measured it before and knew it was above average. I longed for the day when I could finally reveal it to someone.
As these thoughts and fantasies played out in my mind, my body began to twitch slightly and my breath caught a few times, uncontrollable gasps and whimpers parting my lips as my fingers automatically took control…
The pressure built more and more until my ears were almost ringing with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through me. My penis shook, my whole body heaved, and a stream of white shot forth, followed by another, and another, and another…
I stood there on unsteady legs and, with an animalistic intensity, licked up and voraciously devoured the semen coating my now-trembling hand.
I was startled out of my trancelike state by a double-honk of a car horn just outside of my window, and the sound of a car pulling away slowly and fading into the distance.
Wait… what?? Was someone parked outside?
I quickly pulled up my shorts and threw on a bathrobe, my half-erect penis still oozing cum, and went outside into the night and hurried out onto the street below. No one was there. I looked up at my window, and to my horror, everything in the room near the window was brightly backlit, silhouettes clearly exposed by the bright lights I had been using to study only moments before. There was the outline of the side of my desk, the familiar cup with pens and pencils, and a small plant I kept nearby. But that meant…
My heart skipped a beat as I realized those weren’t the only, um, “objects” that had been so clearly on display only moments ago—moments when I could have sworn someone gave a meaningful double-honk of their horn before slowly driving off into the night.
I went back upstairs, my mind a flood of thoughts. Did I simply imagine the horn and the car? I still felt woozy from that intense orgasm, and sometimes altered mental states can make a person hear things that aren’t really there. Also, the street could sometimes be busy at night, so maybe the honking wasn’t even directed at me…
But even that last thought made me shudder a bit, as I became fully aware that there easily could have been multiple witnesses to my throes of passion, whether on the street, or through the windows of the low buildings across the street. On the other hand, there was a chance that any passers-by had not even bothered to look up toward the bright window, and the silhouette which had been so clearly framed in that window.
Somehow, not knowing if anyone witnessed my unintentional act of exposure only heightened the sense of excitement and thrill that was building inside me. Generally, I am very cautious, and would be ashamed to intentionally expose myself in any way. But, knowing I did this with a clear conscience somehow shielded me from the intense guilt I would have normally felt, had the deed been intentional.
I admit that my mind began to wander to some dark and naughty places as I stood outside my building. If that car really had been intentionally stopped right outside my window, just what was going on in that car as they watched? It didn’t take much to imagine, and the thoughts only caused my heart to pick up pace once again, enjoying the strange and naughty satisfaction that I might have brought a sort of sexual pleasure—even shared in a sexually bonding moment, perhaps—with a complete and total stranger.
I stood there in the relative silence of the night—save for the general hum of the city and my excited, ragged breathing, until a speeding car whizzed past and broke me out of my sexy daydreams.
“Well, whoever you are… I hope you enjoyed the show!” I whispered quietly into the night, as I sauntered the short distance back to the door.
I would like to hear from women who have seen a similar scene in one way or another. Describe what you felt.
Thanks for making my afternoon, NorthernSky! Nothing like the thought of a big, hard cock being stroked td o make me lay back and dream about when I will be stroking, sucking and fucking Jim's massive meat again!! Four days to go, ut who is counting?
I know I have broken any existing masturbation marathon orgasms. .. (I actually count them and Jim demands updates…)
Thanks CP! A comment like that from you is a real encouragement about my writing.
I am also glad the story of me masturbating reminded you of your husband. My cock even being mentioned in the same sentence as his sounds like a major compliment in itself!
Wishing you all the best,
NorthernSky
Great story NorthernSky.
Set a scene of a good Christian man.
Is it based on a true story, or a fantasy?
What did Vanessa think about it?
(The masturbation marathon of CreamyPatty, would be hard to live up to – but shows how good your story is.)
Always love your hot input Sarah – you are one I would enjoy chatting with, say, on a living room couch, while we think of our loved ones while discussing God's human odyssey blessings!
Thank you, Sarah K.
It is based on a true story, but only loosely, so I posted it under “Erotica”. I initially intended to write a fiction series based on this first story, where a Christian couple meets this way, but eventually gave up the idea and will let this story stand on its own.
Now I will attempt to answer your question regarding how much the story is based on real events. So, I was a runner in college, and yes, I would often take care of things in my small room where I’d study. It is also true that I did one evening realize (when I looked up at my window from the street) that my silhouette would have been visible in theory to the street below (and the buildings across the street) whenever I was undressed, due to how brightly my room was lit, and how the lights were positioned.
I did once (before realizing how visible I was even with the shades drawn) hear a commotion in the street below while masturbating (some car horn honking and what sounded like a younger man shouting encouragement). I am guessing it was based on my being visible masturbating. As I am not gay, I didn’t find it particularly arousing when I realized this, more humorous than anything.
But I admit that I did fantasize about if any women had ever seen the unintentional x-rated displays I had put on and appreciated what they saw.
As a Christian man, I did take precautions after that realization so I would no longer risk being visible.
Vanessa is aware of this and a few similar stories of attention I got as a Christian virgin in my late teens and into my early twenties. Without being too graphic, I am somewhat above average in length, and have double the average endowment when it comes to testicle size. This causes a prominent bulge whenever I wear certain clothes, particularly exercise clothes, which often resulted in a lot of attention from women when I was running. I have also been groped and that felt very objectifying, and I eventually began dressing extra conservatively. But I admit that the fleshly side of me enjoys attention a great deal, and I do have an exhibitionist side to my personality but I have never excessively indulged it.
Vanessa and I began as friends and she and I fell in love over time. We shared a lot with each other about our lives, and nothing was ever off the table. She found stories where I got attention for the way God made me (including this one) to be sweet and kind of arousing. Although she felt sad I sometimes was objectified or in any way mistreated. My stories are actually a lot more dull compared to her stories from her late teens and early twenties, as you can imagine being a young woman who had the largest breasts in her social circle she got far more attention than I ever did.
And yes, I don’t think I could ever rival CP (or her husband Jim for that matter!)
"kind of arousing"?
Sounds a little weak, tell her that Sarah K said it would be a lovely compliment for Vanessa to sit at the computer masturbating herself while reading your story.
PS, there was no masturbation marathon for me either, but I did masturbate later thinking about it, but no marathon.
Does Vanessa have any of her single stories you could share here on MH?
Her single masturbation stories would be a nice accompaniment to yours.
@ Sarah K
Thanks for the kind words!
Frankly, the most aroused I’ve ever seen Vanessa regarding a story I told her involved once when I was running in my yard with very little clothing on cause it was hot, bulge very prominent. I didn’t realize anyone was watching, but maybe it was a bit fleshly and risky of me. Anyway, a young woman who was my neighbor’s girlfriend came out with very little clothing on and I could see her breasts and she was smiling at me and watching. Being a good Christian college student I smiled at her and immediately went right inside instead of playing with temptation. Vanessa got extremely aroused by that story, way more than she did by this one. Vanessa says “hot damn, my man is sexy”. She’s been working hard at losing weight and is doing great. She is wearing a cute black dress today for church and is really proud of how she looks. Anyway, I’m glad you enjoyed my story. More to come soon.
PS – Vanessa’s college years were a lot more wild than mine. I’ll have to figure out which stories are suitable for MH. 😉
I just happen to be following Sarah's advice right now – I am paying a "lovely compliment to you guys (Sarah and Northern Sky).
Cheers, CP!! 🍻
@CP, would love to hear what you particularly liked about this story. I’ve got several more scheduled to post, and plan to write some new ones soon. Am always looking for feedback as well as ideas for what to write about in the future!
well, NS, being the exhibitionist that I am, in this story it was a turnon just wondering if others might be watching you stroking. I have dared myself in the past to masturbate in a booth next to Jim in a crowded restaurant …. more to cum, maybe…
Thank you CP, it was a turn-on to me as well wondering that.
NorthernSky,
Thanks for writing this brother. It's something that all of us as Christian men can relate to universally. We need not feel any shame or guilt about it. God gave us this manly need. I was in my study that faces our street a while back. My wife and kids were gone and I was feeling really horny. Instead of studying like you were, I was working and decided to strip down and take a break for man time since I had the place to myself. I always think about me and my wife when I stroke as I want my sessions to be honorable just like you do yours. I was buck naked at my computer reading hot stories on here and placing my wife and I in those scenes. Edged for quite a while before I finally felt that familiar feeling in my balls. While tweaking my nipples and playing with the hair on my body, I stood up and shot my wad in a crescendo of God given male pleasure and, like you, slurping up all of my creamy essence. It was getting dusk. We live on a very quiet street with only 8 homes and face woods. I noticed, however, that our next door neighbor's wife was walking her dog. Did she see me?? What if she did? Would she say anything of would this cause her to want to make love to her husband? There was nothing I could do about it so I put it in God's hands. Nothing was ever said but still wonder if she saw me sometimes and if that helped her and her hubby in some way.
That’s an awesome story; thank you for sharing
Maybe whoever was in the car enjoyed the show. To my knowledge, I’ve never been observed, but as long as whoever watched didn’t have any malicious intent, I wouldn’t be opposed to it. It would be kind of fun knowing that I inspired some sexy time for someone else.
@KingdomMan, thank you for your comment. As someone with exhibitionist desires, but also a traditional conscience, I enjoy this memory since I was completely unaware of what I was doing at the time. So there is no guilt. I certainly hope I was the inspiration for some others’ sexy time as well. It seems the story itself already has inspired some sexy times for MH readers, and for that, I am thankful.
Well, I seem to be on a masturbation day here.
I just read today's offering about solo masturbation and commented on him and decided to take a peek into the archives and came upon this beautiful story.
Nortern, you paint an absolutely delicious picture of yourself getting lost in a world that only we can create for ourselves. Our own fantasies and desires producing images in our minds to feed the stimulus to what our cravings are at times.
I think with the feedback you've been getting it proves that women have cravings and enjoy the thought and visual pleasures of seeing another man. And in my case women as well.
In our house it's not unusual for us to be sitting across the room masturbating while watching the other masturbate.
And well apart, it's not unusual for either one of us to be masturbating on our own.
Your story evoked a personal experience we had.
M. Would be home soon and I decided to surprise him by putting on something very sexy for him. His favorite lingerie. Across the street from us there is a cul-de-sac and for one reason or another at times people will stop and eat their lunch or whatever maybe there.
This particular day it was a truck with three men sitting in it facing right towards our front window.
I think put a robe on over my lingerie while I waited I paid no mind to them.
When M. Got home I shed my robe and stood in direct view of the back door where I knew he would be coming in.
It wasn't long before we were passionately embraced in the kitchen. My hand I'm doing his jeans and reaching around hungily inside of his shorts for my prize.
Stripping him down by ripping off his shirt lowering to my knees and removing his boots making his jeans and underwear and socks off I kneeled there before my prince.
His staff standing proudly out in front of me. I consumed him with fervor being rewarded with that savory taste of pre-cum.
Standing me up he walked me over to the kitchen table sitting me on it in front of his chair. Lifting my heels up and placing them on the armrest of his chair he devoured me.
Although we knew the people in the truck could not see what was going on. He began to play with it. That we were performing for them and they were watching us. The feeling was overwhelming. I felt that I began acting in a way.
Now having lifted my knees up over his shoulders there was no stopping him. I was on my back on the kitchen table my hands holding firmly onto his head but fingers gripping his hair as my hips ground up and down into him. The thought of having an audience being the spice on the meal. My orgasm was amazing. I moaned his name over and over again as wave after wave rolled over me.
It's excited and he gave me time then had me stand up. Back over to the counter he coaxed my body by force to bend over entering me from behind, the two of us talking to one another as lovers do. I had gone from being bent over with my hips more than a foot away from the counter. His thrusts slapping into me repeatedly inch by inch brought me straight up to the counter and with each thrust I can feel the counter bouncing into me.
After a few playful slaps and sexy talk. Somewhere along the line his thumb had become firmly ensconced inside of my anus.
Adding to my enjoyment of the whole situation.
When I lifted my head from the counter I saw that the truck had gone. They had finished their lunch never having seen a thing.
… Or had they?
Upon lifting my head
I felt his hand grab a handful of my hair gently forcing it back even farther..
His words," our audience is left. I think we gave them something to remember..
Within seconds I felt him ejaculate. That familiar throbbing and swelling in his shaft causing me to lose control. My legs weakening as the orgasm overcame me. I could feel my vagina pulsating. Squeezing as if to milk the last of his cum out of him my anus in sync squeezing his thumb and massaging it.
After finishing most of my lingerie had wound up on the floor in the bedroom except for my thigh highs which both of us enjoy.
And for the rest of the night we remained undressed just like that.
… My apologies for adding another chapter to your story Northern. But you reminded me of this experience and I do take such pleasure in sharing it.
Lady L.💋
[From MH: Very nice story, Lady L.! However, in the future, we do ask that you try to summarize such stories more briefly for the comments, and submit the full story for publication instead! Sharing sexy stories in the comments is okay, but we prefer to keep the comments section a little more tidy. Long stories can make it more difficult to navigate the page and see other comments that are discussing the subject of the original post. Thanks!]
I loved it!
Thank you for sharing; I always appreciate your comments 😊
L., I’d love to read more full-length stories about you and your husband!
Please write us some?
Mmmmm, thanks for the reshare, Tutchh – I already did myself while reading this just now, and I believe it's good enough to share with Jim when he cums home tonight … I will let him read it while I am bobbing up and down on his wonderful cock….
Lady L, that’s a great comment, those words “Well, I seem to be on a masturbation day here.”
Dare I say? Great minds think alike!
I have a few in the queue Northern. Some should start appearing in June through August.
Something that always bothers me though after I submit. I have a tendency to reread them after I submit and find out I should have proof read them before.
Consequently, I'm finding a lot of places where I should have corrected.
I'm glad you enjoy the stories Northern
❤️
[From MH: It's always a good idea to proof-read before submitting if you can! But if you want to correct things after submitting, feel free to copy the old submission, make corrections, and re-submit it as a new story with a note at the top asking the editors to use the new draft and replace the old one. And if it's just grammatical mistakes, our editors can fix those, although we appreciate the help to reduce the work we have to do! 🙂 ]
MH: I'll bet I've sent you into overtime in the past – including "edits" when I get too carried away!
[From MH: Haha! Yes, occasionally, but you've been pretty good about it lately! And even when it takes a little more work, we appreciate your sexy contributions. 🙂 ]
Patty, Im glad to hear that.
💦❤️💦 Lady L.💋
L.L. Just for the record, I did have Jim read the story while I serviced him. He came down my throat MUCVH quicker than is usual, But he invested the extra time lapping-up the extreme cream in and around my pussy. Hope I'm not being too graphic here; And if so, it's only because I'm typing with one hand now … Byeee
Patty that is such a lovely picture and one that M. And I have done ourselves while reading stories on here.
Yes I was reading your description I found myself swallowing as if it was me in your place.
Lady L. 💋
… And thank you so much for the compliment of exploring this story along with your husband Jim..
I feel it, an extreme compliment to know that others particularly other women find something that I put to words so erotic as to have it affect them in such a personal way.
Lady L. 💋
My pleasure, literally … I guess you might have read just how special women can be with me. Having a nice time now just thinking about you two … mmmmm
Yet another similar challenge we both experience Patty.
M. Has always said that when two people engage one another through their written toughts and feelings.
They are in fact, although seperated by distance, both in the same place, of the same mind feeling the same experience which they speak of.
The effects so powerful as to touch our bodies and capable of producing something so powerful in us as to make us climax with pleasure..
That's how powerful a realtime roleplay can be.
Lady L. 💋
By the way, is it true that May is known as Masturbation Month? Asking for a friend 🙂
I couldn't agree more – and I wish you could see me now ….
Man I what to use my vibrator while reading and I ended up cumming hard! Single here. I like to go to a hotel and stay on a high floor. One time I got naked and laid on my back on the coffee table in front of the huge windows. I used my dildo in my pussy and pulled my knees to my chest so my naked bottom and pussy were exposed. I didn’t think anyone could really see in. I put my feet up on the window as my pussy and bottom squeezed and pulsed. I grunted loudly cuz i could. I scooted my bottom to the edge of the coffee table and pretended I was exposing my body to someone outside. I yelled when I came and when I opened my eyes I saw a window washer hanging outside my window watching. I can’t believe he watched my naked body writhing on the coffee table feet on the window legs spread wide grunting and squeezing my dildo. Oops.
Wow SGH, this is so hot.. even before you knew there was someone watching you! It would’ve been a treat to be the window washer or to be next door to overhear your solo play.
What happened afterwards? Did you immediately walk away and close the curtain? Would be interested to know what his reaction was as well
Man, you brought back a memory I had long forgotten. Freshman year of college in the 70s. I never had a sense of fear being seen naked or masturbating. I did like to be alone on the weekends so I could enjoy those long sessions without my roommate making noise.
But this memory was during the week where I was masturbating while my roommate was studying at his desk. The dialog is as best as I can recollect:
Suddenly, my roommate said, "Uh oh!"
"What?"
"Remember that girl with the binoculars?"
I bent my head back towards the window and sure enough, binocular-girl was staring right at me. I laughed so hard I was started to lose my erection. So, I just went back at it.
"What the heck!?" my roommate said surprised.
Why would I waste a good session just because binocular-girl wanted to watch? I didn't care. To me It wasn't erotic if someone saw me. Plus, she wasn't my type. Now, if she had been the one I knew I was going to marry, dang right it would have been erotic! I would have put on a massive show and later tell!
As it was, all my roommates said the fact that I never hid my body even when I masturbated really helped them. One night after I had just masturbated, my freshman year roommate said, "Trev, you've got it."
"I do? What?"
"You're pure. I want what you have." He actually started softly crying. I asked him what was wrong, but he didn't tell me.
He was a relief pitcher, had a beautiful Christian girlfriend, intelligent engineering student. Years later I found out his best friend had been sexually seducing him. Was messing with him big time. I had never heard of anything like that happening to anyone. Didn't even know that type of thing existed.
But somehow because I was so free, it helped him know he could be free, too. And it happened just like that for him. He's a happy man, retired, too, with a 5th decade-long marriage like mine, kids, and a number of grandkids.
NorthernSky, maybe your masturbation being seen actually did good for whoever saw you enjoy being the man you were. I wonder how many people could be helped if Christians would come out of hiding?
Thank you, Trev.
Wow it’s been a long time since I wrote this one (it was my first). Really glad that you enjoyed it.
As I mentioned to Sarah K, this story I filed under erotica; while it is based on a true story, I did take some artistic liberties.
I believe a man did see me (the time this story is based on), and I didn’t feel uncomfortable, or really turned on about it for that matter (unlike the character in the story). More like he cheered me on and I found it humorous.
Needless to say, had I been in your shoes, I would have probably cum hands-free if a woman was looking at me naked through a pair of binoculars — that’s just the way I’m wired.
I am on the fence if I would ever willingly masturbate in front of anyone besides my wife. I could see different situations where it could be ok, and some where it would go against my conscience. On the surface, I find the idea quite exciting, but usually the fear of people thinking I don’t look good down there is more overwhelming. I am a pretty manly looking guy, with big balls, but my cock, while a bit longer than average, looks kind of thin and dainty, even pretty – which I’ve always been mildly embarrassed of, sometimes more than mildly.
I have recorded audio of myself and my wife together though and we’ve posted it online on an adult website, for what it’s worth. It did feel very thrilling in an exhibitionistic way, but also wholesome in the sense that we’re married. I know some people would disagree that that’s ok for a Christian to do, but I don’t really regret it. While some of the comments can be uncomfortable (your wife is hot, would you ever consider sharing her? Etc.) others are very supportive and kind (you two are adorable and cute).
Anyway, that’s another story I guess.
But thanks for your comment and kind words!
NorthernSky, I'm so freaking territorial, who knows what I would do if someone said something about my wife like that. Hopefully God would rein me in.
Though I wasn't raised a nudist, still the way my brothers and I grew up, nakedness was encouraged, particularly since my mom didn't like it that we were rough on our clothes. On the farm/ranch, we played naked a lot. Our friends seemed to like it.
And since our masturbations were out in the open by necessity rooming together like we did, someone seeing me naked or masturbating had zero erotic value. I wasn't going to let anyone tell me what I could or could not do with my penis–I owned it. Like I said, my roommates were glad I was like I was.
Years ago, I questioned my inability to have an ounce of 'modesty' as it is defined these days. Boy did God hammer me! He immediately said, "Don't squander how I raised you!" Woah did I ever apologize and fast!
So, it's who I am. It's who our sons are. And it's how our sons are raising their sons.
"To the pure all things are pure…" (Titus 1:15)
I really enjoy how you write. It's like you're there embedded in the scene.
Thanks Trev.
Sounds like you and I had very different environments we were raised in.
While I lived in several places, where I really had to grow up quick and become a man, was the streets of south central LA.
I imagine growing up in a rural area must have been nice. My parents now live in a similar environment and my wife & I love to visit (and occasionally get a little frisky out there).
As for the comments – yeah it didn’t sit too well with me either. Vanessa is a hot woman and I am pretty possessive of her too. But I totally get it, too. Any man would notice her.
Dang, NorthernSky. Growing up in LA is something I've only seen in movies. When my dad died, suddenly I had to be the man of the family and make farming operation and business decisions with Mom. I was only a kid, but you grow up fast when you're needed.
God had a serious purpose for me to grow up fast. There's no doubt He had a similar purpose for you to grow up fast, too. Bet He had a lot of people to benefit from you being a man earlier than most (Romans 8:28). One thing for certain, you and I know kids can take on much more responsibility than our society wants to believe. The 'infantilization' of children has caused a huge problem for our country.
@Trev — agreed! 💯
Trev – that is SOOOO different than my experience circa the same time. I started college in the fall of '73 and got into a congregation that was VEHEMENTLY against the big M. In fact they were opposed to dating, boy-girl friendships, and any sexual curiosity and knowledge before you said I DO. Quite a shock after highschool and Jr high with not even a mention of the big M at all. They taught that any thoughts, feelings, urges, erections, were ALL "lustful fantasy" that was adultery in the heart per Matt 5. They went to great lengths to prevent it, even with engaged couples. But that is another story. So is how they finally saw the light, right after I got married. (thanks a lot)
A clarification — I wouldn’t feel comfortable as a married man, masturbating in front of ANYBODY unless my wife was also there. I could see a few situations where it would feel both comfortable and enjoyable. But like I said, it would basically require all the stars to align, cause I do have some insecurities.
Hi NorthernSky,
Your comment grabbed my attention. It made me want to know more about what "all the stars would have to align" – with your wife's presence – for you to masturbate in front of others.
Can you think of such a situation? What would all the stars aligning look like? So that you would also be comfortable enough to do it and cum in front of them. Just for fun – Describe the room, where everyone is located. What is their reaction?
You made me curious.
LH
@Lovinghusband,
That’s a great question! I think where it gets complicated is I’d want BOTH myself and my wife to feel comfortable and enjoy such an experience.
She seems to be most open to situations like that where it’s neither complete strangers or people very close to us. We’ve never actually done anything that explicit together, but we have had some PDA’s and such that were pretty intense around neighbors, or in settings where we could have been seen if someone was looking, but not in any way for certain.
I think she enjoys things like that.
For me, something this explicit, I’d be okay with a setting like Amsterdam where it’s a very bohemian culture, doing something with my wife where people could watch through the window. My bigger concern is how self conscious I am and that potentially throwing water on the fire.
If it was in a setting that was actually same-room, for me it would have to be Christians that I knew would respect our boundaries. I’ve heard of situations where something like this is done, and the other party pushes the boundaries that were previously agreed upon. I wouldn’t want that.
Also, I struggle at times with feelings of inadequacy. I don’t have a thick penis, it is actually very thin. It’s fairly long, but I don’t think it looks particularly manly. I’m no bodybuilder, but have sort of a top-heavy build with wide shoulders, so having a narrow cock, I feel sort of looks out of place. It would have to be people I wouldn’t have any fear of making fun of me if they were to see it, especially if they were people I’d see again after that.
That’s why I kinda think something like an Amsterdam hotel window would feel more anonymous. Of course it would have to be an area where it’s adults only, but that is a possibility at late night bar hours of course. Still, I don’t know if that sort of thing would ever happen, but I imagine an actual same room experience might be pushing even my limits, much as I like to fantasize about it.
For Vanessa, if this were to happen, most likely it would be in the window in front of neighbors she felt she could trust and that would enjoy it, like a private backyard show. Or else maybe on a camping trip, sex with me while her sisters had sex with their husbands. I could see that happening and her enjoying it, but we don’t live close to them anymore.
@Lovinghusband, as for how I’d want people to react? Well, I’d hope they’d think I’m sexy. I have very little doubts about Vanessa since she’s already been nude with other people before we met, and the responses were usually extremely positive.
Regarding hotels like I talked about- SWEETS hotels in Amsterdam I have heard are designed for exhibitionist couples. Parts of Amsterdam allow public nudity and sex for what it’s worth. Although I’m sure this gives rise to lots of unsavory behavior as well. Not everyone out there is just a well-meaning, slightly kinky couple that wants to put on a show for others enjoyment…
NorthernSky,
Thank you for your thoughtful responses.
I asked because it seems like an almost impossible needle to thread.
The voyeur in me sees the attractiveness of it. It would require such specific components to all work perfectly.
The other couple: must have same convictions – but can't be a stranger or too close a friend. How would it be set up without deep communication first.
Can't happen in a place where it would harm onlookers.
If other couple could be found – same beliefs. All four wanting the same joys and same limitations. All four comfortable enough to masturbate, fuck, cum, in the presence of the other couple.
Your mentioning camping as a good venue – seems reasonable for the where.
In pondering this for a bit – it seems like the two couples would have to know each other well enough to have important conversations and a trust in what the other believes.
They would have to be the kind of people who it would be a turn-on to be seen by – and to see.
No one wanting this to go too far. The thrill being – two monogamous couples enjoying seeing each other in full sexual activities.
As you also mentioned – trusting that all four would appreciate each other's body types and sizes. If not, it would not be comfortable.
For me, this is not really a thought for reality. It is a nice fantasy. The thought is exciting.
If this went bad, the guilt and damaged friendship would be so hard to live with.
A fun conversation.
Your thoughts?
Thank you.
LH
Yes, this is well said.
Vanessa my wife herself said that just the sheer amount of planning it would likely require in real life, including to ensure it was around the right people and that everyone felt comfortable, would essentially take all the fun out of it for her.