I married a woman more than 10 years older than me. On the second or third day of our honeymoon, we were lying nude in bed having made love and slept late. I told her, 'I have something I want to show you.' I threw the cover back exposing my dick and began beating my meat.
Back then, I didn't use lube. That wouldn't 'come' until sometime in my 30s when a friend told me about KY Liquid. Back then, I just hauled off and began whacking it. While doing so, I asked her, 'What does that look like?' She replied, 'It looks like a man doing his thing.' I soon ejaculated all over my pubic hair and stomach although I usually (even today) have a towel ready to catch the jizz.
Since then, we've often done the following: She sits cross-legged between my legs and tickles my balls and teases my shaft. I play with my nipples. This goes on for perhaps 10 minutes when I take over the shaft and begin bopping the bishop. I ask her then to concentrate on alternating between massaging and scratching up and down my legs, occasionally touching my balls while I keep beating my meat with the right hand and tweaking my nipples with my left hand.
Sometimes when I'm ready to come, I'll say breathlessly, 'Balls' and she'll begin to tickle and stroke them while I shoot. One proud moment was more than 10 years ago when I shot my stuff and she drawled admiringly, 'You almost hit your chin!' I've generally not been a distance shooter. If a drop of ejaculate reaches my chest, I've done well.
I love my wife, and I love the fact that early in our marriage I let her know of my enjoyment of masturbation. The times we spend in the activities described above are among my favorite moments in life.