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Breaking the Ice

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by Hector Before we were married, my wife and I did some champion dry fucking. I thought that after the wedding we�d bust our seams. Not so. After the wedding, our sex life fell into an unexciting routine. Then, four and a half years later, came the turning point. It was Saturday morning and we were alone in the living room (a rare occurrence). She had on her filmy nightgown. I wore my pajama bottoms. I caught her staring at the lump in my pajamas. �You know what?� she said, taking a breath for courage. �What?� �I hope you don�t take this wrong.� �Take what wrong?� �I�d like to...� �You�d like to what?� She took a very deep breath, hesitated, and then said, �I�d like to watch you masturbate.� That was one of those most exciting moments. I had been a compulsive exhibitionist and voyeur since I was eleven. Now, my beloved wife was encouraging me. I was getting harder by the second. When I said I�d love to and why had it taken her this long to ask, she got so excited she began trembling. �Want me to do it right here on the couch?� I asked. �No,� she said. �This first time has to be special. Go in and lie on the bed. I�ll open the door a crack, and you jack-off as if you didn�t know I was watching.� Every part of me celebrated. She was a voyeur. I went in and lay on the bed. �Now, pretend you don�t know I�m here,� she said from outside the door. �Do it the way you�d do it if you were alone. That�s important. Okay?� I agreed. What could be better? I began playing with the growing lump in my pajamas. Soon, I had a full hard-on, and I let it spring out of my open fly. I heard her say, �Oh, God,� under her breath. I couldn�t see her, but I could hear her labored breathing and feel her passion. It drove me wild. I began stroking slowly, then faster, and faster. My body went into its ecstatic convulsions. Repeatedly, I took myself up to orgasm, stayed there for as long as I could, and then dropped down off that pleasure of pleasures. (They call that �peaking� now; there was no name for it then.) I repeated this about six times. On the seventh time, as I built slowly toward orgasm, I shouted, �I�m gonna cum.� At that, she swung the door open. And there she stood, naked now, holding onto the doorjamb, and jacking off. She was an exhibitionist too. I couldn�t have hoped for more. I came first. The initial squirt reached my chin. At the sight of my cum, she dropped to her knees and reached her climax with a flurry of grunts and groans, as she humped. Six minutes later, on the bed, in each other�s arms, we were still quivering and twitching from our orgasms. This one episode broke the ice and began a wonderful sexual association that lasted thirty years, until her death in 1981. Today, she�s with me every time I jack-off.