I'm married, but since a horrible accident ten years ago, my wife and I cannot have sex. The moment she becomes aroused, she gets terrible pain owing to severe and irreparable pelvic nerve damage.
So, masturbation is my only release - she can't even help with that, as I said, if she becomes aroused the pain starts. As far as she is concerned, I don't bother any more....
....but in reality, I do.
I got to a point recently where masturbation didn't do it for me any more. In fact, if I tried, it merely served to underline how physically lonely I am.
I could get hard, but couldn't cum.
One day, I happened to be talking to a female friend. Anna is younger than me, but a good listener, and I told her of my problem. She looked thoughtful for a few moments and then said "Come with me."
We left my office and she led me to a shower room on the floor above. In there, with the door locked, she put her hands on my shoulders. "No sex. No me touching you, no you touching me. Do that, and I am out of the door. However, you can look, and, well, we can talk."
I had no idea what she meant until she perched on the ledge and lifted her skirt. "What do you think of my panties?
Instant hard on. "Well, get it out. I want you to wank off you dirty fucker."
Anna never, EVER speaks like this or even close, but her lovely university educated voice mouthing all those dirty words was fantastic.
"I'm getting wet watching your fucking great dick. Hmmmm I will have to fuck my husband tonight and maybe even call him "Chris". You dirty fucker, you want to jam that in me, don't you. Right.....in......here" at which she tugged the material which was visibly damp aside and I could see her lovely pink hole.
"Get closer, but NO touching."
I moved until I was standing between her spread legs, my cock almost touching her pussy lips. I was also for the first time in months, about to cum my load.
"Go for it, Chris. Cum all over my panties you bastard. Imagine you have just fucked me raw."
I blew... oh BOY did I blow and she caught it all in the crotch of her panties, and casually, just let them go. Soaked with my sperm, she jumped off the counter, gave me a kiss on the cheek and another giggle, and then she unlocked the door and walked out.
The rest of the afternoon, I was still aroused as all hell knowing my sperm was in her panties and up against her cunt.
The next day I asked if she fucked her husband and thought of me. "Oh yes... it was all rather kinky!"
That was over four months ago now, and things have er, progressed.
To look at her, you would not think for a second that little, sweet, English Anna was actually a foul mouthed, dirty, sexy, wonderful little slut!