Mutual Self Love

This story is fiction, and I wrote it at least a few years ago. But the act has been a very real part of my sex life for many years. The names, and situation is fiction, but this great foreplay activity is something I've shared with my now ex-wife, and other beautiful, generous, loving, trusting, sensual, orgasmic, classy ladies. It's something that brings two people together closer than they would ever think possible. Mutual masturbation is something that creates trust (very important in bed), encourages good communication even outside of sex, and helps eliminate the inhibitions that limit our total sexual fulfillment. It's also a nice way for two people to continue their sexual relations even after physical limitations restrict normal sexual activities, like intercourse. I've enjoyed both ways, each of us masturbating the other person, and masturbating ourselves in front of the other person. I'll always love my ex-wife for introducing this to me, and for gently encouraging me when I was too bashful to give it a try. I hope her current husband practices it, and loves it as much as I do. There's no limit to the positions, or techniques that can be used during this act of love. We are limited only by our personalities, and sense of self- expression. There's a chat room I used to visit on a regular bases, devoted to the topic of masturbation. Inside, you'll witness all varieties of messages posted from many cultures, and persuasions. There's a lot of cyber sex going on there, too, with questions, great nude pictures posted, and just plain silliness offered, as well. Many of the posts that have a woman's name are really guys. If you go to this site often enough, you can pretty much tell who is who. I've developed a couple real nice friends there (women). I'll cyber with someone if I think she's really a she, and has some intelligent command of the English language. I've masturbated many times while cybering with another woman, and I actually traded phone sex calls from a couple of these women. But, my wish has been to masturbate in person with a women I met online. But, the geographical limitations always seem to get in the way. One lady I met there was Stacey. Where she lacked in the creative process compared to some, she made up for in another areas. It turns out she lived only about 3 hours from me. I'll not mention any town names to make sure I protect all parties, but she lives in a fairly large town, about 175 miles from me. Stacey is divorced, in her 30's (about 10 years younger than me), and has 2 daughters. We talked at the masturbation site for about 2 months before we started trading e-mail. Soon, we both hooked up in ICQ, and talked there every day. We also called each other for some hot phone sex sometimes. We both loved that! She has a sexy voice, and sometimes she'll call to wake me up on Saturday mornings to get me all hard and horny. I like jacking off when I wake up, and she knows it. It's one of her nice little treats for me that I love about her. We spent less time cybering at the masturbation site, and more time talking on ICQ. Not always cybering either, because it wasn't too easy for her with 2 kids bouncing around the house all the time. Stacey didn't want to explain to her kids how we met, so she made up a story about us already being friends from work, with me at an out of town office of the company she worked for, and that's why we talked on ICQ. I found out later that she had the computer in her bedroom, and she would usually wait until the kids were in bed before diddling herself online. Sometimes, she would be able to masturbate with others at the site when her daughters were at school functions on Saturdays. At this point, most of our mutual masturbation was saved for the phone. It's so much more personal than through the keyboard. Plus, we get to hear each other cuming. I like to listen as she holds the phone close to her sopping wet pussy while she fingers herself. Sometimes, she'll use a vibrating dildo. The noise it makes, along with her moaning really gets me off. I like to use a lube when I jack off, and she likes to hear the squishing sounds my hand makes as it slides up and down my hard shaft. We talked for weeks about meeting, and finally decided to meet at a hotel resturant she knew of in a town near hers. We felt that was safe for both of us. I drove there on a Saturday afternoon, and after spending some time together, having dinner and a few drinks, we decided to get a room. She called her sister and asked her to go stay at her place with her daughters for the night, then we went up to our room. At this point, I told Stacey I had already reserved the room earlier in the week. She gave me a smile, and we hugged in front of the room door. My cock was hard and pressing against her from inside my pants as I grabbed a hand full of fleshy ass cheeks. We settled in the room, then she jumped on the bed, and suggested we tell each other fantasies and masturbate ourselves as we listened to the other's story. We both thought it would be fantastic for us to only masturbate ourselves to start off with, just like we did on the phone (no touching). We both knew that most of the stories we told each other weren't true, but that didn't matter. My fantasy was about to become reality, and I was as nervous as a child bride. I think Stacey was too, but after a long hug, and some reassuring words from each of us, we relaxed a little. A few drinks didn't hurt, either. I started it off by telling her some of the fantasies I had (about her mostly), and of things I did in the past. Stacey slowly took her clothes off as I talked. Soon, she only had her pink panties on, and a smart lacy bra. Her body was nice to look at. Squeezeably plump. And a pretty smile. A damp spot formed in her crotch as she listened intently to the words I spoke. She seemed in a daze as she reached for her covered pussy, and rubbed it through the silky panties. I continued telling her of my fantasies, and she continued rubbing her pussy from outside her panties, creating a huge, dark, growing wet spot. My cock was already hard in anticipation of things to cum. I stood up, and she sat there softly brushing her panty covered pussy that was now real wet. I asked her to tell me some of her fantasies. She thought for a minute before starting. As she spoke, I began taking my clothes off. I left on my under shorts (briefs), then sat on the bed facing her. My pole was a distinct outline from under my shorts. And, a wet spot was growing larger by the minute. We sat, looking at each other's bodies, while lightly stroking ourselves through our underwear. I leaned over and kissed her. It was a long, wet, tongue searching kiss. She was a great kisser. Her tongue circled my mouth, brushing my mustache each time. While we explored each other's mouths, she reached behind her, and undid the straps to her bra. We broke off our kiss, and she leaned back. Stacey moved her arms in, and her bra dropped down, exposing her pretty breasts. I'd say they were about a 34B. Maybe 36. They were so succulent. Her nipples were already protruding from her breasts. They were real long, about 1/2". Damn, I wanted to suck on them. I stood up, and asked if she wanted to take my shorts off for me. She eagerly reached over, and slowly pulled the waistband down. My cock was standing straight up, and she exposed the head, which was dripping a river of precum. Each motion caused another pulse of juice to flow from my cock. Stacey looked up into my eyes, and said that she would like to touch it just briefly. "Oh, all right", I said, feigning I was doing her a favor. Stacey gently grasped my cock, causing another eruption of precum to bead out. She let it go then pulled the shorts the rest of the way down. My cock was throbbing, and bobbing, with a glistening stream of precum continued to flow for her to see. I squeezed the head, and a long string of unbroken juice trailed to the floor. Stacey stared with wide eyes while I bobbed my cock up and down by flexing the muscles. She cupped her hands over her mouth, looked up and me, and screamed with uncontrolled laugher. After this little show, I stepped from my shorts, and sat back down on the bed. Without a word, she stood up in front of me, and I reached over to pull her panties down. I slowly pulled her waistband, revealing her dark, damp bush. As I pulled it down further, I could see the glistening dew of her juices beaded upon the ends of her pussy hair. I could smell her scent, and it drove me wild. I leaned over to get a stronger smell of her, pulling her panties the rest of the way down. I let the hairs brush against my lips, and Stacey let out a low, breathy moan. She sat back down on the bed with her legs spread wide, just as I was now sitting. Our feet met, and we played with each other's toes. My cock was stiff, and bouncing with every movement of the bed. Stacey noticed it, and giggled as she bounced up and down on the bed, causing my cock to slap my belly. I was mesmerized by the sight of her cute breasts, which were bouncing in like fashion. She sure was playful, and I liked that. Our nakedness was obviously not any cause for inhibitions for either of us at this point. I'm fairly modest, and by talking to her online, I knew Stacey was, too. But, we became so comfortable with each other so fast. It was like we were longtime lovers. I stared now at her thick creamy thighs, which glistened with her own moisture. She saw this, and started to rub herself for me to see. She ran her fingers along her legs, and up to her crotch. Wet stains were already forming on the bed spread under her. After circling her pussy, she let her fingers slide along her slit. I could see another glob of juices pour from her pussy as her finger pressed her meaty lips. What a turn on! Stacey looked up into my eyes. The grin was gone now. There was a more serious look about her. A dreamier look. I brushed the palm of my hand back and forth across the under skin of my cock. The real sensitive part. Then I grabbed my cock, and squeezed it, a flash flood of precum oozing out. Her eyes widened as I let the juice fall to the bedspread in a thick continuous rope of precum. Stacey's pace quickened a little, her free hand messaged one of her breasts, then the other. I looked down at my cock. I loved looking at my own cock. It was a source of amazement for me, and I always wished I could suck it. I told her so, and she groaned again as I bent my face down to as close to my cock as I could to feign licking the head while stroking up and down my slippery shaft. It was more than 6 inches away, but she got the visual image. "OH GOD!!!", she groaned in a trembling voice while her eyes were glued on my cock. Stacey's breathing changed, and I could recognize her fast approaching orgasm. It was a familiar sound I heard often on the phone. She scooted back a little to lean against the headboard. She pulled her knees up a little, which gave me a great view of her deliciously drenched pussy. I scooted up closer to her, putting my feet under her legs, and on the outside of her thighs. My cock was but inches from her pretty pussy. I propped some pillows behind me, and leaned back, jacking off in her direction as she rapidly diddled her sweet passion pit for me. I was in a trance, watching her masturbate in person. It was a far better sight than the images I had created when we did it online, or over the phone. The pace of my strokes quickened to follow her lead. I wanted so much to reach over and touch her, finger her, lick her, FUCK HER! But we had agreed to do it this way 1st. And, it was a fucking turn on. I was nearing explosion, and Stacey was too. Stacey let out cries of passion. Moans of pleasure. And, I believe I heard a few real high pitched squeaks from her, as well. I wanted to cum after she did. But, she told me she wanted to see me spurt my cum all over 1st. Always obliging a lady, I leaned forward, and put my left hand behind me to brace me up. I pointed my thick cock at her, and pounded away with a soulful purpose. I felt it cuming near. A dizziness in my head as I realized I was jacking off in front of this sexy women. A fantasy come true. Her eyes were glued on my reddened cock, my favorite toy, as my hand slid up and down, causing a slapping sound as my hand whipped it harder and harder. Her hand had stopped moving, obviously at the gates of orgasm, and wanting to see me cum before she finished herself. At the right moment, I hesitated, which always triggers my orgasm at this point when I masturbate. Then I jacked it fast a few times, resulting in a couple of thick drops flying up and landing who knows where. Another pump, and a thick rope of steamy semen sprayed towards her, some of it landing on her tummy, and creamy thick thighs. I was floating in air. My body shuddered like it does only on those rare occasions. I was in pure, coasting orgasm, and I slid my hand up and down my shaft, squeezing the head each time. Stacey had held out her hand to catch the 2nd wave of my pent up spunk as it shot out, and, after getting my cum on her hand, placed it in her starving pussy, and frigged herself to the best orgasm I ever heard from her. She was a girl on a mission as she swashed her clit from side to side. Her hand was a blur as she melted before my eyes. She cried out, then cried, with pleasure. What a beautiful sight. I was in love. Her aftershocks were tremendous, her whole body shuddering, which caused her tits to jiggle. I couldn't contain myself any longer. I moved to her, and held her in my arms. I squeezed her tight to me as she continued to convulse in her powerful, drawn out ecstasy. At this point we were holding each other, crying together. Our passions had melted together, even before our bodies ever touched. I caressed her head, the side of her pretty face pressed against my chest. At the same time she played with my cock, which was still hard. She was such a fucking beautiful turn on, that I thought my hard on would never cease. It was a fun night, with very little sleeping. Stacey and I explored all the sex we could with each other that night. At dawn's early light, when a hint of yellow sun poked its face to the darkened sky, my cock was useless, spent of all its life, and sore. But my tongue got a good workout after my cock died. I got my camera out earlier, and we took pictures of each other, so we each had something to look at when we were alone, and masturbating on the phone with each other. I know I'll jack off to her pictures even when I'm NOT on the phone with her. The memory of that night is burned in my head forever. My fantasy is now a reality.