My Wife's Masturbation History

By way of background, as a teenager my wife - Ann - had two preferred techniques once she’d figured out what was going on. If she was using her hands, she’d lie on her front with both hands underneath her and rub her lips over her clit, rubbing for say 30 seconds, pausing for a few seconds and starting again. As she gets closer to cumming, she rubs faster and as she orgasms lifts her legs a bit so there’s a lot of weight on her hands. (I love to watch this from the end of the bed.) If she’s got something inside her she’d lie on her front. On her back or front, she’s always masturbated with her legs straight and close together and her toes pointed.

Anne’s not clear about when she had her first orgasm. She remembers getting really turned on with a group of friends, they had a copy of Penthouse and were taking turns reading the Forum letters out loud (yes, that ages us). After that, one of her more experienced friends was talking about the ‘triangle’ that connected nipples and pussy, and that got Ann experimenting. She remembers being in her mid-teens and creeping downstairs to the dining room in the middle of the night as she’d been fantasizing about the long candles with the corkscrew thread in the middle of the dining table. She did this several times, stripping off and fucking herself with the candle standing in the middle of the room. She wasn’t orgasming yet, but obviously having a great time.

What she remembers very well was her first year of university study away from home, boarding with older relatives who had an extensive collection of ornaments around the house. In her bedroom was a small ceramic statue of a man wearing an exaggerated sombrero, and she’d only been in the house a couple of nights before the temptation got too much and she took the ornament over to the bed and fucked herself with the sombrero. By now she was orgasming every time she masturbated and she had some great times with this ornament while she was there. She’d strip in front of the mirror, watch herself work on her nipples for a few minutes, and then take the ornament to bed; by this point she was getting really wet and says she’d finish a hat-fucking session with a large wet patch on the sheets. 

During the year she was boarding she fucked every ornament in the house that was vaguely penis-shaped. She’d walk around the house in the evening planning which one she’d fuck herself with, she’d wait until everyone had gone to bed, slip out quietly and grab the ornament she’d been fantasizing about, take it back to the bedroom for multiple orgasms, clean the ornament and replace it. She also got hooked on a piece of polished driftwood on the mantelpiece in the living room, she’d be coming home on the train hoping no-one was home, walk in the front door and check she was alone, by then she was so horny she’d run to the living room, pull up her skirt and whip her knickers off, and fuck herself lying on the couch. She says that she had great orgasms with the sombrero because it was short and fat and stretched her pussy sideways, and the driftwood also gave her great orgasms as it was long and thin and she could put a lot of pressure on her cervix. She almost got caught a couple of times in the living room but managed to cover up and clean the evidence (once she had to clean the driftwood later in the evening, it was a close thing!).

After that year she went flatting, which is where we met. We didn’t become an item for 18 months, so there were many orgasms happening down her end of the corridor that I missed. Since we were short of ornaments Ann used her deodorant bottle and tried empty wine bottles as well (still a thing she does). One of our flatmates played the piano a lot, and Anne would time her orgasms to the crescendos in the music. 

I also missed (understandably) her first actual fuck - she and her boyfriend were on her bed naked, she was on top grinding his cock and she got him so worked up he flipped her on her back and planted his cock in her pussy, only taking a couple of thrusts before she can remember the feeling of his cum squirting against the end of her pussy. She still can’t quite remember how she ended up on her back with his cock inside her so quickly, but she said he’d have had totally no trouble entering her as she was soaking wet, and that she didn’t want him to stop (also understandable).

After we were married, Ann still thought about her flatting years, and one night pointed at a large (empty) Chianti bottle on the mantelpiece, said she was taking that into the bedroom and asked if I wanted to watch. (Ummm… yes!) Apart from watching her lying on her back with the bottle buried right up inside her pussy, pounding her clit and fucking herself to a fantastic orgasm, the thing I remember most was the look of sheer, absolute, unadulterated lust on her face when she took the bottle off the mantlepiece, it’s burned into my memory. Plus, of course, kneeling over her watching the Chianti bottle getting wetter and wetter and being so turned on I came without touching myself. 

She’s occasionally done risky things. One night in her late teens she was staying with family friends, and was sharing a room with their older daughter. They stayed awake talking after lights out, and she’s not sure why but after a while she rolled on onto her front and quietly masturbated to 10 orgasms while they talked. She said there wasn’t anything sexy in the talk, but it just seemed like a fun thing to do. She tells me 10 is the most times she’s cum in one session.

In a slightly different risky way, that year she was boarding out of town she’d drive home every now and then - at one point on the drive, there’s several long straight sections of road, and she got into the habit of fitting in a couple of orgasms along this section. Since she points her toes when she masturbates, her road speed would climb well over the speed limit over the course of a few minutes, and she says she was lucky she never got pulled over by the police.

Once she was on this section of road going home in a bus - the bus was dark and there wasn’t anyone sitting right next to her and she’d been getting pretty frisky since she usually came a couple of times on this road while driving, so she put her coat over her lap, pulled her skirt up, and rubbed herself to 7 or 8 quiet orgasms. 

In a similar vein, once we were on a long car trip with friends of ours - it was night, we were cuddled up in the back seat, and for no particular reason I started rubbing her nipples unobtrusively. I could tell she was enjoying herself and getting turned on, and after a while I slipped my hand down her pants and started working on her clit. She managed to keep up a conversation with our friends while I gently got her closer and closer to cumming. Since she had her legs bent (she prefers to have her legs straight, see above) it took a while to make her cum, and she also managed to cover up her orgasm with a cough. It was such a fun thing to do, feeling her spasm around my finger without her usual groan of release. That’s the riskiest thing we’ve done together. 

After we’d been together about three years I bought her a vibrator as a late birthday present. She’d been away and I had it wrapped up lying on the bed, once she unwrapped it she was naked in a flash, lying on her back rubbing the vibrator over the outside of her clit (which is what she usually did with her hands). It took her a minute or two to try parting her lips so the vibrator was directly against her clit, and it was only another minute after that before she was having a good loud orgasm. She lay there for a couple of minutes catching her breath and then slid the vibrator into her pussy, pumping herself while rubbing her clit to another loud orgasm. She’s been addicted to vibrators ever since, and I’ve lost count of how many we’ve gone through over the 40 years we’ve been married. 

We’ve got a habit of ‘taking the long way home’ after a dinner out. We tuck her vibrator into the glovebox, and after dinner head to a couple of quiet car parks we know in recreational areas, where we strip in the car and watch each other masturbate. We’ve been close to being caught a couple of times, but Ann just keeps on going - stretching out naked in the front seat with her vibrator nuzzled against her clit - when she’s turned on she just keeps on going. Once we did this in a relatively busy carpark, there were lots of people walking around but Ann not only didn’t care she found it quite a turn-on.

Lastly, we’ve invented a technique I’ve not seen described anywhere else - so try this at home boys and girls. Ann’s on her knees on the bed, with her vibrator on her clit and flicking a nipple with the other hand. I lie on my back in front of her with my elbow on the bed between her knees, my arm reaching up between her legs and my thumb buried up inside her. I either pump my thumb in and out or swirl it around inside her - she usually waits until she’s close to cumming before she gets on her knees, and says it gives her the strongest orgasms. This is a lot like a Sybian, I suspect, but a lot cheaper. Obviously, I love having my thumb inside her when she orgasms, plus I get to see her boobs and face as she cums.

Awesome.