My Dawn (Installment 5)

I think marriage has brought out both the voyeur and the exhibitionist in me. Outside of our sex lives, my wife and I are both very quiet and reserved individuals. We would never dream of even talking with anyone else about sex, let alone sharing sex with them. In private, though… As I’ve said many times before, I love to watch Dawn masturbating and having an orgasm. She’s always happy to oblige, although I don’t know whether she actively enjoys me watching or just doesn’t mind if I do. For myself, I discovered that I do enjoy her watching me, both in the act of masturbating and also having an orgasm. I think it’s the fact that I’m normally so reserved, I like her to see me lose control of myself and my body. If we’re making love in the missionary position, I often lift myself up as I’m approaching orgasm so that Dawn can see the effect she’s having on me. When she’s giving me a hand job, I like her seeing me ejaculate. If she’s not in the mood for sex, I will often hold her close while rubbing myself against her body so that I can share my orgasm with her. 

A while ago I woke up early and couldn’t get back to sleep so rather than disturb Dawn, I crept downstairs in my dressing gown. Of course there was nothing good on TV at that time of the morning and so I started gently masturbating. I was still sleepy and so I reached that stage where after a few minutes’ warm arousal, the fantasy drifted into a dream and I stopped rubbing, which woke me up so that I started rubbing again, etcetera. Eventually Dawn woke up and came downstairs as well. She made me a cup of coffee and put it on the table alongside me, then made herself some breakfast and sat next to me on the couch to eat it while I carried on masturbating. Once she’d finished her breakfast and drunk her tea, she calmly opened her dressing gown, tucked one leg behind me on the settee so that she was completely exposed to my gaze, and started masturbating. That woke me up well and truly, and I had to be careful not to rub myself too hard otherwise I would have come too soon. It wasn’t long before Dawn had what looked to be a very satisfactory orgasm, after which she asked me how I wanted mine. Bearing in mind that our son would soon be getting up for school, there wouldn’t be time for full sex so I decided that this time I wanted her just to watch me while I gave myself a climax. Fortunately our living room has a tiled floor so I simply pulled up a chair in front of the couch so that Dawn had a clear view, then settled back and masturbated all the way to orgasm. Dawn squealed when I ejaculated, exclaiming at how high it had gone.

Interestingly given the creative work that she does, Dawn has told me that she never bothers much with sexual fantasies for their own sake; when she’s masturbating alone rather than with me she just goes for the orgasm as quickly as possible, instead of prolonging it to enjoy some fantasy time in the way I prefer. For myself, fantasies are an important part of my solo masturbation and Dawn has a starring role in many of them. Fantasies also allow me to imagine doing all sorts of things with and to Dawn that probably will never happen in real life. The episodes I’ve written about here, and the many others, kept me warm during my all too frequent trips abroad.

When I did have to travel away from home, I occasionally thought that it would be nice to take a pair of Dawn’s panties with me for use during my solo sessions. I don’t wear or sniff her panties; I simply enjoy the feel of them wrapped around my cock while I rub, and then finally ejaculate into them.  The thought of maybe having to explain them to a customs officer had always put me off but before one trip, while we were working in the garden I had a bright idea. I had a clean handkerchief in my pocket so I called Dawn over and (quietly!) asked her to go up to bed and to tuck my handkerchief against her vulva while she masturbated to orgasm. She happily obliged and a while later came back out into the garden and returned the handkerchief to me, still slightly damp and with a lovely musky scent. I made very good use of it on that trip!

As I said earlier, I’m not ‘into’ women’s knickers, either clean or dirty, but I’ve discovered that I do like the feel of them around my cock while I masturbate. I can get a similar sensation by using a handful of tissues of course, but the soft fabric of Dawn’s panties is much less rough on the sensitive skin of my cock. I first found this out when Dawn was out shopping one day while I was working from home. When I had a tea break I went up to bed and started masturbating while revisiting one of my favourite fantasies of ejaculating over Dawn while she’s wearing her everyday clothes. I noticed a pair of her panties on the washing pile and so I wrapped them around my cock, with its head enfolded in the double-thickness material of the crotch. Not only did the fabric rub lightly against the sensitive skin when I slid my hand up and down, at the end of the down stroke the fabric tightened over the head of my cock and pressed against it delightfully. I could have reached orgasm very easily doing that, but I didn’t want to disappoint Dawn. That night I happened to get into bed before Dawn had finished undressing. When she took off her panties, I asked if I could borrow them for a few minutes’ solo fun while she got ready for bed. Intrigued, she handed them over so then I showed her how I wrapped them around my cock and explained how wonderful they felt when I masturbated with them. After she came back from the bathroom Dawn firmly removed my hand and replaced it with her own, and I think we both enjoyed what happened afterwards!