My Masturbation Journey

When my wife and I married in our 20s, we were both experienced in masturbating our partners, though we were still virgins as to vaginal penetration, and she had yet to experience a serious orgasm.  This meant that while she loved making love, intercourse alone left her unfulfilled and both of us frustrated.  I had always put a priority on satisfying my partners before fulfilling my needs.  But despite my best efforts, I could not masturbate her to orgasm.  It wasn't until several years later – when she told me one afternoon after a nap that she had just had the two best orgasms of her life – that our sex life entered a new era.  The next night we masturbated together in the bathtub.  She could now bring herself off with her right hand during foreplay while rubbing my penis with her left.  That became our standard prelude to intercourse.  She also began masturbating alone.  One evening I came home from work, and she told me she had masturbated in front of a full-length mirror to see what she looked like when she came!  She also beat off in the shower; on several occasions I spied through a crack in the door and jacked off to the sight.  I loved it if I was awakened during the night by the movement of the bed as she masturbated to help her get back to sleep.  One night, she wasn’t interested in intercourse, so I jacked off next to her in bed.  After watching me come, she said, “That was inspiring!” and proceeded to rub herself off.

With small children, our “normal” sex opportunities were constrained.  Occasionally, we would sneak off to the basement, sit in facing chairs, and watch each other masturbate.  When the sexual revolution provided easier access to pornography in the 1970s, we went to some X-rated movies; after seeing “I Am Curious (Yellow)”, we were so worked up that I was able to get her off from cunnilingus for the first and only time.  Another movie led to masturbating in the car on the way home.  One night, we got a baby-sitter and left for the movies.  But she had reserved a room at a rent-by-the-hour motel with mirrored ceilings!  During the golden age of porn, we rented X-rated videos and masturbated to them at home, but we both resented the sexism in even the best of them and stopped watching.  I still enjoy some scenes I copied of male and female masturbation (solo and mutual).  Vacations seemed to inspire us to be more adventurous.  Once in a beach cabana at dusk, she opened my pants, discovered I had gone commando, and jerked me off to come in the sand.  

I have continued to masturbate regularly throughout my life, pretty much every day when my wife and I didn't have sex, and sometimes on the days when we did.  As her interest in sex and ability to engage in it declined, I became solely dependent on jacking off.  With the advent of the internet, I’ve used porn sites for stimulation, but most of the visual porn is so trashy it turns me off instead of on.  The exception was AbbyWinters.  Starting early on with Penthouse letters, then reading JackinWorld, and now SoloTouch, I find the written word more exciting than videos.  I’m pretty selective in what I read, sticking to the more believable stories, especially ones about discovery of solo and mutual pleasure.  Those stories usually bring back some of the memories I’ve written about here and get me hard and ready to indulge in my favorite hobby.