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Serendipity - Unplanned Masturbation

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: JAMMYMAN6 Posted on: 28 Jul 2009 1 comments
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My wife Carole and I have both masturbated quite freely throughout our marriage. We both recognised from the outset that it is a powerful, useful and positive part of our sexual relationship. It irons out the unevenness of arousal that is found in any relationship, deals with short absences from one another, forms part of foreplay as a prelude to fucking, and is an occassional alternative to fucking. Masturbation for us is sometimes solitary, sometimes joint (as in masturbating ourselves, but together - as in watching porn together, or perhaps simply watching each other masturbate - which we both enjoy), and sometimes it's mutual (as in masturbating each other). Masturbation is also sometimes planned and anticipated, and sometimes unplanned and arises from unexpected circumstance. I can give here an example of this unplanned masturbation - I've called it 'Serendipity'. For some years Carole and I have visited a naturist/nudist club each summer. We live too far away to be regular, frequently attending members, but we make the journey and stay for two or three weeks every year. We love the relaxed lifestyle, and the ability to swim, sunbathe and socialise naked. One morning last summer, we were outside our holiday chalet lounging on sunbeds in the late morning, after a good breakfast, and drinking coffee and reading. The sun was high and very warm, and Carole had moved her sunbed round into a bit of shade, so that she was facing me rather than being side by side. I noticed that she was beginning to look a little drowsy in the warmth of the summer air. Her eyelids started to droop, her head sank slowly forward, and the hand holding her paperback book also sank forward until it made contact with the top of her left thigh. The contact did not wake her from her reverie, but a kind of reflex caused her to draw up her left leg. It then sank outwards, leaving her legs apart and her pussy exposed. Contrary to some male fantasies about such clubs I must emphasise that men do not walk around in public areas with permanent or frequent erections, and women do not lie around with their legs sprawled wide apart. Such things happen of course, but in private, not in public. I was just about to lean over and give her a nudge to point out her unwitting exposure, but I hesitated, and thought that I might just enjoy the view for a few moments. It is, of course, a pussy that I have seen a thousand times, but I still like to look at it, and there was something slightly delicious about the fact that this was outside, and anyone could have walked around the corner and could have seen this delightful view too. I was starting to feel the familiar heaviness that a man feels in his penis when a erection starts to form, when a sudden sound (I think of a car crunching along a gravel drive nearby) woke Carole from her light sleep. Her reaction was instantaneous. She closed her legs, and her eyes snapped into focus on my groin. 'John!' she hissed, 'get inside, now! You'll get us thrown out of here.' I realised that she was right and immediately got up, shielding my growing erection with my newspaper, and in a few strides was inside the chalet. Carole followed immediately behind and closed the door. I turned to face her, and she said 'Look at you', indicating my now complete hard-on. 'You can't go outside with that! You'll have to sort it out.' After a moment's pause she said 'Well are you going to deal with it, or am I ?' 'Well, if you're offering,... ' I said. She smiled and stepped up to me, standing slightly offset so that it was by her side, rather than sticking into her. She took hold of my cock with practised ease and began the ancient rhythm of masturbation. 'This won't take long' I said. She took hold of my right hand with her free hand and led it between her legs, which she separated a little. 'It'll speed it it up even more if you have a feel of what you've been looking at. This is for your benefit, though. I don't want to do anything. I'm saving myself for bedtime tonight'. She leaned gently against me sensing that my orgasm was close, and whispered 'All this because you were looking at my pussy!' She lowered her voice half a tone, and said 'No, you weren't looking at my pussy. You were looking at my cunt.' That did it. Again, with practised ease she formed a cup with her spare hand and caught my cum as it pumped forth. She gently cleaned her hand and then my cock, and said 'Right. No more wanking today. I want you fully functional tonight.' Then she added, 'But I can tell you that I'll be thinking about this little episode next time I have a wank.' Which she did, because she told me about it a few days later. Which susequently caused me to have a wank thinking about what she'd been doing and thinking about. This is one of the magical properties of masturbation. It simply creates more masturbation. I like the thought that if people read this little account, it will create even more.___________________[sig]JMAN[/sig]