My wife and I (Part 1)

I met my wife during my first term at university in the early 1970s. Our hall of residence had organised a party and, after having fancied this girl from afar for a few weeks, I plucked up the courage to ask her for a dance. We got on really well and at the end of the evening we ended up in bed in her room! From the very start we both just seemed to know we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. We were able to sleep together all night every night. From the outset the sex was amazing and we did it in every imaginable position. The only thing was, though I went down on her from the start, she wouldn’t take my penis in her mouth. A bad experience with an early boyfriend she told me. I didn’t push it, but hoped it would come right in time. Plus everything else was so good! We married straight after university. Our first son was born two years later, and the second two years after that. We took the decision that we were going to leave it at just two kids, so after discussing the options, we decided that I should have a vasectomy. So on the appointed day I went under the knife! Varied as our sex life was, somehow we never got around to discussing masturbation. I didn’t know if it was something she did when she was on her own, and I have no idea if she ever wondered if I did it. Neither had we ever incorporated masturbation into our lovemaking. It was just as if it didn’t exist. Even from when we first met I diid still masturbate privately from time-to-time… in a toilet cubicle at work, a crafty one in the bathroom at home and even in bed beside her when she was asleep. As amazing as normal intercourse is, there is just something different about masturbation. For me it satifies a slightly different need. A few weeks after the vasectomy I had to provide the hospital with a semen sample to make sure that it has worked. My wife of course knew this and I talked to her about it ahead doing the deed. I said I could just go into the bathroom and masturbate into the sample jar, but said it would be difficult to do it without any form of inspiration. So would she mind if I did it in bed tonight with her beside me? She said sure, no problem. I could hardly wait, I had never in my whole life masturbated in front of another person. The idea of now doing something that I had alway kept so private, openly in front of my wife, had my cock throbbing inside my pants?  So, that night my wife went up to bed first and I followed her a few minutes later. She was propped up on her pillows when I went in. As I undressed I did my best to hide my semi erection. I climbed on to the bed naked and knelt beside her facing towards her. I asked her to hold the sample jar. My cock was sticking straight out in front of me and I can’t ever remember it being harder. It was rock hard with anticipation. I was absolutely loving it, so I started to stroke my cock really gently. I luxuriated in every touch and deliberately flaunted my erection in front of her. She was watching me with genuine interest, but didn’t actually say anything. When I couldn’t hold it back any longer I asked her to pass me the sample jar. I pressed it to the end of my cock and exploded into it. That was that. It is a delicious memory for me, but it didn’t set us off masturbating in front of each other or anything. That is another story!