Sunday Afternoon Stroking

I was late to the party when it came to sex and didn’t lose my virginity until my mid to late 20’s.   So consequently, I was far more used to masturbation than intercourse by the time I got married and to be honest have always tended to climax far more effectively from wanking my cock then pumping it in a pussy.

So in my marriage, while having sex happened on a fairly regular basis, masturbation – both self and handjobs from the wife - were much more common, especially as my wife did not have a high libido.   I didn’t have any hangups about that and had no issues playing with myself with her next to me in the bed and would bring myself off to a climax most nights with her laying next to me and caressing my belly or thigh as I stroked my cock.

What we used to do on specific Sundays and I talk about next is 100% true and I often still think back to it and recreate it in my mind when I have a wank in the morning.

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I enjoy watching F1 racing on the TV, but to be honest it can be a bit boring at times during the racing and some races can be like that for most of the time, so I like to ‘multitask’ a bit on a Sunday afternoon during the race. 

My wife will be sitting on the settee, and I will shuffle over and lay lengthways on the settee over her.   She will pull up my shirt to expose my belly and undo my trousers and pull them down a bit to expose my underwear.  I’ll then lift up a bit so she can pull my pants down a bit further and then pull down my underwear down to my thighs to free up my cock and balls. She likes to rub my smooth belly (I have never grown any body hair apart from legs, arms and pubes) and as she is doing that, I will be watching the TV and lazily stroking my cock to get it to firm up.

Since way back when, from being a teenager, I have shaved my pubes down to being totally hairless and smooth down there – no silly little shaped patches or long stubble – just all completely gone!  I did this initially fairly soon after they first started growing as I only had a small patch anyway and I always thought it looked silly.  Maybe if I had chest hair or a larger bush it might have been different, but with a little bit of pubic hair extending no more than 2 inches above the base of my penis it just looked out of place so I would shave it off and after a while I got so used to it being bare I have kept it that way ever since. Occasionally I have wondered what I would look like with pubes again, and stopped shaving, but I have never been able to leave it more than 3 weeks before I take the razor to it.  Typically, Iwill shave at least twice a week as I much prefer the sensual benefits of being hairless.

A funny thing in this was while my wife really liked the smoothness of my belly she really didn’t like the fact that I shaved my pubic hair and used to tell me I looked like a plucked turkey! It didn’t stop her stroking my mound and cock and I guess she decided the sensation of the bare skin was enough to ignore the wrong – in her mind – appearance of my genitals. While I knew she was not a fan of the shaved look, I had been doing it for so long and preferred the look – and feel – of being hairless down there to change my policy.  And seeing as I have been shaved from before we got together and all the time since, it is not as if I suddenly decided to go bald.  So she knew what to expect from day one, after all.

This means that while I was laying there, exposed from lower chest to upper thighs, there was not a hair in sight and my wife would move her hand down from my belly to rub my hairless mound and push against the base of my cock.  We would bump hands as she had fingers on either side of the base and my hand was on the downward stroke.  Sometimes as my hand moved upwards, she would grasp my penis, wrapping her hand around the shaft and follow it.   

I am blessed with a pretty decent sized cock and when erect,it is an easy 7.5”, so there was just enough room for both my fairly large hand and her smaller hand, but she would continue moving her hand up all the way to the head and push mine out the way and take over the wanking, giving me a relaxed handjob for a few minutes while I would move my hand down to my balls and play with them for a while.   I would then take hold of my cock shaft at the base, and in the same way she followed my wanking hand up and pushed it over the cock head, I would push her hand up and off and take over the handjob.   She would then move back to my belly and groin, gently caressing them.   We would repeat this kind of pattern for quite a while as my tensions built up, while at the same time watching the TV, but not paying massive attention to it.

As the feelings started getting more intense, I would take over the up and down action on my hard cock and start to really masturbate, moving from what had been gentle but very pleasurable stroking shared between the two of us to a proper full-on wanking action. After a few minutes of that I would spurt out, the cum landing on my belly and groin as my wife made sure my shirt and pants were out the way of being hit. After some moments to recover, I would lift myself up and head over to the toilet to get some paper and clean myself up and then return back to the room, dressed normally again to sit down next to my wife who would be smiling and asking if I enjoyed that.  The answer obviously being yes!

We used to do this during the F1 season, so while that was active, maybe twice a month on average, and it was always a fun way to spend an hour on a Sunday afternoon.  

I think it was always myself who did the finishing strokes rather than asking her to make me cum. I was probably too used to my own hand to ejaculate to delegate that last action!   

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A couple of things come to mind as I recollect this (which was around two decades ago while I was still married).  

One was that our sitting room had a very large picture window facing the driveway and then a public pavement, and if someone happened to be walking past and looked in, they might well have been able to see me half-naked laying over my wife, with either her or myself wanking away at my penis.  Thinking about that, I wonder why she didn’t close the curtains, or maybe she thought no one would be able to see inside – or maybe she liked the idea of getting ‘caught’ being a bit naughty?  While I have never actually done any exhibitionism, I have always been excited at the thought of being watched, so I was happy with the idea of someone noticing.   Who knows, maybe we were seen sometimes?

The other thing was how I would totter off to the toilet, making sure I would not drip cum on the floor.  When I wanked, I would have no problem at all eating my own fluids and have usually done so virtually since I first started to produce cum - it made cleaning up so much easier, but I only did this when I masturbated in private.   When I came when laying next to my wife, I would not lick my fingers or gather up my spunk to eat it, and the same applied on the Sunday stroking sessions.   I don’t really know why – maybe men admitting they eat their own cum was regarded as a step too far?  It seems to be not uncommon in porn nowadays, but this was not the case 20 odd years ago.   Men shaving their pubes was unusual enough back then after all, let alone eating their own spunk.  I don’t think I would have the same restraint now with the eating, and when I have a wank now, I clean up by eating the cum 99% of the time.  It just makes it easy and saves having to get up or reach for tissues.