House to Myself

I will give just a little back history on this before I tell my story.  My wife has masturbated in her sleep in the past, but in the last year or so it is happening more frequently. I don't wake her, sometimes I will join her but must of the times I just listen and watch as was the case last night. 

This morning I could not get the thought of what happened last night out of my head so I decided to spend the day reliving it in my mind while I edged. 

As soon as my wife left the house this morning I stripped naked, sat in my recliner and started reading on ST. I was erect before I even sat down but decided I wouldn't touch myself for a while. 

As I'm reading stories my cock is just throbbing wanting attention, which I am denying it. After just a couple stories it almost hurts from all the bouncing and throbbing so I decide to apply a little lube and do some light stroking. But, not too much as I want to see how long I can hold out going for that one big cum. 

I read a couple more stories and realize I have settled into a pretty rapid pace and feel I'm getting pretty close to exploding.  Feeling a little hungry and not wanting to explode to quick I decide to get up wash my hands and find something to eat. 

As I wash my hands I decide I will leave the lube on my cock (I quite enjoy the sight of a shiny erection just bouncing around in anticipation of being stroked as I walk around the house). I find something to eat and settle back into my chair finding more stories to read.

Every couple of minutes I will reach down and lightly tease my throbbing cock for a few seconds adding a small about of lube as needed,  just long enough to sustain the erection. 

I continue to do so for the next couple of hours and I am getting to the point where not only can my raging hard on not take much more but neither can my mind. 

Realizing there is probably going to be a massive amount of semen once I do hit the point of no return I decide it's maybe best I head to the shower to finish. 

Once I get in the shower I wash the lube off, squirt a little conditioner in my hands, lean against the wall and start reliving the memories of what happened last night (and past nights) that started all of this in the first place. 

As I am getting closer I grabbed my phone and decide to take a short video so I can show my wife later what she has caused. 

Once I take the video and set it back outside the shower it doesn't take long at all before I get that familiar feeling and start releasing ropes and ropes of thick warm cum onto the shower floor and walls as I let out some quite loud moans. 

As I am standing there catching my breath I am not sure how my weak trembling legs ever kept me from falling. 

I stand there for a few more minutes before I release my now shrinking, totally spent erection from it's death grip before washing up and getting out of the shower. 

As I'm standing in front of the mirror a large mischievous smile comes over my face thinking of what just happened, and what's most likely going to happen later when I show my wife the video and tell her all about it. 

Hopefully these nights of her masturbating in her sleep don't end any time soon.