Breaking the Television Habit

My wife said, "I think we're wasting our lives in front of this screen." I agreed wholeheartedly. But another month went by and we kept on watching brainless programming. Netflix. Movie after movie! We made a pact to do something about it. But what? With the TV actually turned off one evening, she asked me, what would I rather be doing. I've always been totally honest with Helen, so I told her, "Masturbating." She laughed, but said that she, too, would rather masturbate than try to find yet one more movie. Sometimes looking for one more good movie was tiring and took as long as watching one once it was found. And it wasn't usually all that satisfying. So Helen, in a not-untypical style for her, said, "OK, the kids aren't here to interrupt us, let's do it." At which point she pulled off the only thing she was wearing on her pleasingly round body, a bathrobe. I followed suit, by removing my boxers, revealing an already hardening penis. With the TV still off, she sank into her recliner, and started fondling her own nipples. I got into my recliner and lightly rubbed my own nipples, which finished the job of fully hardening my penis. In time, her fondling turned to her vagina, and I, my penis. And we jerked off, and we came, each in our own recliners. Afterward, we smiled at each other, and decided that was at least as good as actual sex. Yes, we still do that, but only perhaps once a month on average. The next evening, we did the same thing, and enjoyed it as much. When you've been married as long as we have, you don't need to hurry anything. You don't even need orgasms as much. Oh, Helen cums pretty much every time, and her orgasms are kind of continuous, with waves lasting as long as five minutes before she is satisfied. I don't cum every time. I get hard, and I really enjoy the freedom of wanking in front of her, but I don't necessary orgasm at the end. And that's fine. It leaves me wanting more. Sometimes, we skip the recliners, and start out in bed. She'll sometimes fondle me for hours, literally. On another evening, I'll return the favor by doing what she wants: First, I spend a whole lot of time rubbing and admiring her beautiful feet. Then I rub her neck behind her luxurious gray hair. She likes me to approach her vagina very slowly, having given her a good, but soft massage all over first. She especially likes me to spend a lot of time ever-so-lightly touching around the edges of her asshole, and finally pressing one fingertip into the middle. Generally no more than that. Just one dry fingertip. Sometimes, her vagina gets wet, and sometimes I rub it on my index finger, and press it all the way into her ass. And she actually likes that very much, but it has to be only occasionally. If I were to do it everyday, she wouldn't enjoy it as much. And here's the cool thing: When I do press my finger all the way in, she orgasms right away. And, it is a legs-shaking, earth-shattering, screaming-to-wake-up-the-dead orgasm. After all these years. Who knew?! Although like any married couple, we had tried anal intercourse a few times, it didn't really do anything for me, and she didn't like it at all. But our new discovery of this finger-in-the-ass anal masturbation, well, she loves it! I haven't yet let her try it on me, but she keeps hinting that she'd like to try it, and I'll give in some day. It's just that it is my last virgin territory, and I don't want to give it up lightly. I've even declined every and all rectal medical exams, much to the confusion of various doctors. Yes, you can say "No" to doctors, and they have to go along with your wishes. I eat well, mostly lots of organic vegetables, so the last thing I'd worry about is problems in any part the intestinal system. So lately, we haven't watched TV at all, except for a brief look at CNN now and then. We have gone farther than just masturbation. We still have our evening ritual of getting in our recliners or the bed and wanking next to each other, or sometimes 'doing' each other for fifteen minutes to an hour a day. But we have found some other very satisfying pursuits as well. She took up violin, and I took up guitar, and we have been learning to play Irish music together. We were so worried about "empty-nest syndrome" and we did start to suffer its effects at the beginning, but not now. We are having the time of our lives, and it looks like clear sailing ahead for many more years!