Who Would Have Figured

Who would have figured? I'm pretty much like any woman. Sure, I used to jill maybe once a month or so. I don't even know if you'd call what I did 'masturbation.' I'd just sotrt of touch myself down there, maybe running my hand over the area this way and that, sometimes bringing myself to orgasm, but mostly not.

My husband didn't know, and I didn't tell him. Our sex life was pretty good, except it got weird when I was pregnant with Miranda and again with Johan. As the kids started growing, so did I. As you can see, I'm not tall, and at 180 lbs, I knew it was time to do something about it. Jerry, my husband, bless his soul, never said a word, never complained as I kept putting on weight.

One day I read something about the benefits of masturbation. You know, it lowers blood pressure, gives you more self-esteem and all that. THe article also said something about weight loss. I was thinking, "Wow, you mean sexual actiivty could do the too? How fun!"

I also kind of misinterpreted the story. Somehow, even though the article was about masturbation, I read it to be about sex. I decided to give my misguided idea a try, and asked Jerry to fuck me more regularly. He was onboard with that - for the first week. That week, we tripled our rate of intercourse, doing it three times. But the next week, we kind of fell back to our average of once a week - if even that.

I begged Jerry for more, but it just wasn't happening. He's a good guy, but not super sexual. Neither am I, or so I thought.

My brain isn't entirely asleep. I reread the article, and the second time around, I got it. "Masturbation." That's the key, I figured.

I used to routinely grab a little snack - a candy bar, a smoothie, maybe a bagle with cream chese before heading out of the house. It might be shopping with the kids, or off to play some golf with the ladies, but I'd always stuff something before I went out.

One day, being a half-hour early, I decided it might be nice to masturbate instead of grabbing a bite. So I did, bringing myself to a nice back-arching orgasm before leaving the house.

I was worried I'd be hungry later, but it turned out that I wasn't. Or at least not terribly so.

Somehow, and I can't explain it, I caught on fire with this new idea. No more last-minute stuffing of snacks. From now on, I'd get ready a half-hour early, except for not being dressed, and I'd give myself a nice orgasm or two.

Easier said than done! One of the kids or Jerry was usually around, and I was totally locked up about masturbating in the house when anyone was around. 

One night, I was really embarrassed, even struggling to bring it up, but told the whole thing to Jerry. He was, in his usual way, very supportive. He admitted that he's not as sexual as I am, and was actually relieved that I'd find another sexual outlet. He then said it would be totally OK if I masturbated in front of him.

I was like, 'Great idea, but I could never...'

He read my mind. Hey June, let's do it together. I mean, not fuck, but just jerk off right in front of each other.

OK, this I could do. In fact, it was instantly exciting. 

So we did. I had never seen him masturbate before, and it was a super turn-on! I know this is crazy, but I had never actually seen an ejaculation, even though it had happened within me hundreds of times, and even in my mouth a few times.

When he came, it was so fucking hot! I came at the same time, so it was our first-ever simultaneous orgasm.

Afterward, during our pillow talk, Jerry admitted that he had often masturbated when the kids and I were out shopping.

I had no idea! I thought he was a low-sexed individual, and here I have been with him for seventeen years!

So, there I was jilling in the house everytime before I went somewhere even if Jerry was around. At first, I was still terribly shy about wanking in his presence, but I got over it. Plus, he'd sometimes join in with me. Sometimes it would be where he'd rub me, and I'd rub him, but most of the time, it was both of us doing it to ourselves at the same time, or eventually just me and he'd be reading on his tablet or something

Now, the kids, that was another matter. My good husband Jerry took care of that matter. He announced to me one day that it was the time for the birds and the bees talk with them.

One Saturday early evening he sat down with them while I more or less hid in the kitchen. He came back an hour later grinning from ear to ear.

"So?" I asked.

"Well, they know more about sex than we do!"

"Perhaps I shouldn't have said this part," he continued. "I mentioned that sometimes you need your alone time."

"Geez!"

"Right, they knew right away what I meant. I hadn't meant to say exactly that, but somehow in my mind, I was killing two birds with one stone, trying to fix it so you can masturbate when they're home."

"Thanks," I said sarcastically, and more than a little embarrassed.

Not long after, when my son was out with his friends, passing my daughter's closed bedroom door, I heard the unmistakable sounds of masturbation, which brought a tear to my eye. 'She's growing up way too fast.' But it also triggered something in me. Knowing she'd be occupied for a bit longer, I quickly retired to my own room, closed the door, and gave myself a quick but powerful orgasm.

The ice was broken. I could now masturbate with them in the house. In time, it became routine for me to masturbate in bed while Jerry and the kids went about their business. It even became less embarrassing for me to be in bed 'doing it' when there'd be a knock on the door. Maybe it would be my son, saying "Come on mom, I have to be at baseball pracice in 20 minutes." Obviously he knew what I was doing, and OK with it, as long as I drove him across town in time:)

So, now look at me: Back down to 126 lbs, just like before I was a mom. What do you think abouht that?