Listening

My college sweetie, Lesley, and I have maintained a close friendship for many years since our meeting at university. We appreciate each others perspectives and opinions.

A number of years ago, Lesley had a new husband that she had invited me to meet. As we lived about 200 miles apart at the time, Lesley suggested that I plan to stay overnight at her home for this visit.

We had dinner together and I got to know Lesley's new love. It was obvious to me that they were taken with one another.Late in the evening, Lesley arranged a place in the living room for me to sleep. Then she went to her bedroom.

I slipped into my sleeping bag that I had brought along for the night. I was thinking about the return drive of the next day as I relaxed in the quiet darkness of the night.

Then I heard what sounded like a sigh. Then another, louder sigh. I listened with great interest. Next I heard some very vocal moaning. The sounds of pure pleasure.

I could feel my cock grow full length and hard. I quickly pulled down my undershorts, grasped myself, and started stroking slowly to the sounds I was listening to.

The moans of pleasure continued, and I stroked faster. Then I heard a vocal crescendo, and the moaning slowed to quiet. I stopped stroking my cock.

Soon, I heard the sounds of passion start again. Low sounds followed by more vocal pleasure moaning. My cock became hard again, and wet. I started stroking again, slowly.

I remember thinking, "What is bringing my good friend to so much pleasure?"

I imagined her husbands head between her beautiful legs. Is he using his tongue on her inner lips and clit?

Are his fingers eliciting this exquisite pleasure? Is he blessed with an endowed cock that fills her with such pleasure?

With all of these thoughts in my mind, I continued to listen to the passionate sounds of love while stroking my cock. As another crescendo peaked for her, I was also approaching the point of no return. I thought quickly and grabbed one of my socks lying beside my sleeping bag. I barely got the sock over the end of my cock when I spurted a great amount of cum into it. Oh, that felt so gooood.

Everything returned to quiet in the night. I slept very well, very relaxed, and satisfied.

The next morning, I was up early. Lesley came into the living room and offered to make coffee. I thought I should get on the road early for the 200 mile drive back home.

She gave me a hug and I left.   

I have recalled this experience many times as I have pleasured myself.