In Flagrante Delicto
September 28, 2005 | Category: Sexblogs
Ever been caught completely red-handed?
Come on, admit the truth. Hasn’t there been at least one moment in your life when you’ve been surprised by someone while you’re in the midst of something … off-beat?
There certainly has been in mine. More than one if truth be told.
This is the tale of one such occasion.
I think about sex a good deal. This blog should be evidence enough of that. I guess thinking a lot about sex is one of the costs of a high libido. Another cost is a need for regular release. I’ve never bothered to count how often I masturbate, but if I’m not having sex, I have to wank. It’s just a fact of my biology. And - like many other couples out there - MW and I have libidos that aren’t entirely compatible. My appetites tend to outstrip hers.
Sometimes, lying in the quiet darkness of our bedroom, the urge for release will impose itself. It might have been something I’ve carried around with me all day, a desire that’s gathered weight, inspired by a pair of taut thighs that strode past me that morning, or the glimpse of a blouse pulled tight over hard nipples. Or it might be a sudden lust, triggered by MW’s full breasts next to me in bed, or the smooth arc of her naked arse.
But wherever the final spark comes from, that need for release will be quickly become irresistible.
I’ve learned to be quiet and still when I masturbate with MW asleep beside me. My actions were furtive to begin with, the consequence of my guilt. There used to be a time when I would never have dared to masturbate in bed while my wife slept. But when my need grew too strong to resist, I feared MW would denounce me if she discovered my secret. In time, as I came to terms with the disparity between our libidos, it became more a case of diplomacy. I didn’t want “I’m sexually unfulfilled, so I’m taking matters into my own hands” in flashing neon lights over the bed.
For a long time, I believed that MW had no idea what was going on next to her.
I was wrong.
I don’t recall the date. It was a couple of years ago, a little after one in the morning. I do remember the glow of the digital clock that faced me. I don’t remember what spark had sent me down the self-pleasuring route, but I was lying on my right side, slowly stroking myself with my left, thinking about… I don’t recall. I fantasise about so many different things, so many different faces, past, present and future.
I stroked myself, my body almost completely still, only my left arm moving. It was a warm night, and I’d pushed the bed covers away. The sensations were building, and perhaps that combined with the lateness of the hour, had dulled my awareness of the world about me. When MW reached over my hip with her left hand, I was caught completely off-guard.
Her lips were right next to my ear when she whispered, “Do you need a hand with that?”
Before I had the chance to even stutter guiltily, she had overlaid my hand with her own, matching my movements as I stroked myself. Any shame I might have experienced at being caught was quickly obliterated by my excitement at MW’s intervention. This was virgin territory for us. Not wanting her to feel superfluous, I quickly relinquished control to her and drew my hand away.
MW’s fingers encircled my cock. She stroked me with the same tempo I’d already established, her soft touch finding every inch of my shaft, cockhead to balls, cockhead to balls, a delicious, deliriously rhythmical back-and-forth that sent pleasure sizzling along my spine. Every ninth or tenth stroke, she’d pause and cup my balls, making me groan as she delicately fingered them. Then she’d start stroking me again, a little more quickly than before. She didn’t say a word. All I could hear was the sound of her breathing, soft but becoming slightly ragged, next to my ear.
Almost instinctively, I started to thrust into MW’s hand, as though her touch was magnetic, and my cock was ferrite rather than flesh. Her breath hitched excitedly, and she pressed her body tight against mine. I could feel the twin points of her erect nipples against my back, her mound hard up against my backside. My cock trembled within her grasp, and MW gasped with her own excitement, grinding her mound against me as though she longed to fuck me from behind.
My desire was growing, expanding exponentially. I wanted more than a hand now. I wanted to take my wife, arch her naked body beneath mine and penetrate her, fuck her, hard and full-blooded, and then spend myself greedily within her, flooding her cunt with my come. I tried to turn around, but MW held me where I lay. She didn’t say anything, but the message was clear: she wanted to finish what I’d started.
The pace of MW’s hand quickened, her hold on me tightening as though she were trying to squeeze the sap from my shaft. MW’s hand was too artful, too knowing to resist. In a matter of seconds my control had dissolved, my orgasm little more than a few strokes away. The sudden tension in my body betrayed how close I was. Without warning, MW pulled me over onto my back, and then as my cock began to shudder and throb and spurt, she laid her head on my abdomen so that the warm streamers of come rained down over her face. It was my orgasm, but we both cried out as though the sensations were entirely mutual.
MW didn’t want me to reciprocate the favour. She got up and walked to the bathroom, removed all traces of my orgasm, and then brought a towel back to where I still lay somewhat stunned. She climbed back into bed, kissed me warmly, and then turned over to drift back off to sleep. I quickly followed suit, no doubt a satisfied smile playing about my lips.
I still masturbate when I’m in bed with MW. This regular need for relief hasn’t diminished yet. When I do, I still try to be as quiet and as motionless as possible. I think it’s too engrained a habit for me to break now. To date, MW has only surprised me with her hand that one time. On occasion, I’ve bumped my buttocks softly against her, in the hope that she’ll recognise my soft movements, and intervene once more.
Perhaps - if I’m lucky - she’ll catch me off guard again. Some day.
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we enjoyed reading this story!!! I haven’t “caught” him red handed lol, but IF or WHEN i do, I will take MW’s approach….
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I’m delighted you enjoyed the post, guys. If and when you do catch him red-handed, introducing yourself into proceedings is (IMHO) definitely the way to go…
~EA
Hello, I come from the CB wednesdays links from Technorati, and have visited your site before and came back tonite from “Overworked and Underf*cked blog….Fabulous writing, excellent images to support them also!
I know exactly what you say here, when I first started dating my other half (now recently and sadly seperated for who knows how long…) we spent hours in IM conversations about everything and anything which became naturally to sex based talks which led to late nite phone calls with sex involved, which led to us living together for over two years. She was well aware of me masturbating nearly every nite - as I was of her favorite toy under the bed always at hand, and once living together, that was replaced/added to with sex every nite… then a few times a week. I had stopped masturbating by then, but took it up again about six months ago while we lay in bed at night. I too, would lay still - just the motion of my hand slowly stroking away, flat on my back till release was achieved, then cleaned away with my boxer briefs. And never really was questioned as I regularly slept in the nude anyway.
One night, while at it, she rolled over and threw her arm across my belly - which was in conflict then with the motions I was performing and didn’t allow me to let go and shift for some time, so I laid there with cock in hand, and her fingertips just grazing the base of it randomly as she dreamed whatever she was dreaming. After a bit, she shifted again, but stayed facing me , still on her side. I waited, then resumed and set about finishing what was begun, now having fresh images in mind to do so and remembering her fingertips grazing thru my pubes.
As I neared climax, she casually mentioned without moving an inch, that if our lovemaking would take as long as I was - she would be interested a lot more frequency to pick up where we left off months ago - meaning every nite again instead of two or three a week.
At first I lay there intimidated, thinking she would be freaked about it because although we have manually handled each other in the past, she caught me off guard while I was solo’ing it.. I thought she would think I found her unattractive by doing what it was I was doing… she must have sensed my fears because she simply said, “continue please for me?” and reached over to turn on the light so she could watch.
Now, I have never felt so comfortable in my own skin as I did then at that moment, she was supporting me, wanted to watch me, and was willing to do so FOR me.
I looked into her eyes, watching as they slowly lowered their gaze back to my fisted cock, pre cum now glistening at it’s heady tip and went back to work, not as slowly as I was, but not in haste either to extend the pleasure as long as I could….. watching her watching me was the most fantastic situation I have had yet - like jacking for a voyeur and at the same time knowing them just as intimately as I knew me, and it led to a shuddering orgasm, of which she held out my BBrfs at the last minute to catch the spraying cum as it pumped out…
After wiping me down also, she then casually pushed me back to a sitting position and proceeded to lay back in front of me, spread her legs slightly, slowly slip her fingers under her panties and deeper inside, where I noticed a definate dampness upon the sheer fabric. We sat transfixed looking at each other as she pleasured herself to a very fine orgasm also, and I was estactic and rockhard watching her the entire time, finally collapsing on her after she came and hugging and kissing it through it’s final spasms of joy for her.
We immediately followed that with a very slow and long leisurely session of nearly tantric fucking till we both came again, then fell asleep in each others’ arms, and awoke in the morning with smiles on our faces as we headed to shower and start our respective workdays.
It did jump start our sex life again and even though we are currently in two households again, we get together once a week to join ourselves in pleasurable games, and the rest of the time I send her off to sleep with a Phoned in “tucking in” at nite.
Hello, Doug, and thank you for the complement on the writing here. Incidentally, your comment is worthy of having its own post. It seems we’ve both been fortunate in the way our partners handled discovering us in the midst of ‘flying solo’…
~EA
You’re fortunate, as others are fortunate to have partners who aren’t insecure about masturbation. I experienced the exact certainty
, assuming that my then partner wouldn’t now what was going on under the covers. He’d pretend to snore away as my fingers did the walking and it didn’t crop up until some time after, outside of the bedroom but it was more along the lines of the insecure squawk, along the lines of am I not adequate, isn’t my cock adequate for you, type of thing.
As for the then partner. He didn’t remain a partner for too long after the confrontation.
Ana,
it’s a shame that things didn’t reach a more equitable conclusion with that particular partner. I was (and continue to be) lucky that MW dealt/deals with the issue without insecurity. Just as I’ve learned to come to terms with the disparity between our respective libidos, so too has she.
~EA
Wow. That was f*cking HOT! There’s something so sexy about a woman taking charge.
Glad you found it a warm read, Avatar…
~EA
I thought I was the only one wanking next to a sleeping spouse…I’ve wished so many times that he would wake up and hear or feel me touching myself next to him, but thus far he has not.
It’s wonderful that your partner joined in the fun.
Very sexy post.
Take heart, AAG - you’re a long way from being alone. I suspect there’s a veritable army out there, comprised entirely of people abusing themselves in the quiet darkness whilst their partners sleep next to them.
I’m glad you enjoyed the post - and welcome to the blogosphere…
~EA
I just wrote a new post about masturbating in bed next to a partner that will be posted on NY Hotties sometime later this week. I hadn’t read this until now, but it might’ve caused a different spin.
I wonder how it’ll get received. I think masturbating in bed as long as you’re open to your partner assisting is just fine. I think that if you intend for them not to catch you, nor assist you, that it’s wrong to put them through that, since discovering a partner aroused can be pretty arousing in and of itself. (Particularly if it’s a man doing the discovering of his female partner, tho.)
Interesting topic, though.
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First of all … very good blog!
My experience is that many girls don’t like me masturbating beside them … some others love to see it or help me by touching me … some take over the action as you’ve mentioned it in your awesome article.
I did a review of your blog with pictures here:
http://merz1.stumbleupon.com/review/2669086/
Check it out if you like it …
Hello Merz. Thank you for the review. It’s always a pleasure to receive such positive feedback on a post.
As to your experiences involving masturbation with a partner - like with most things in life, there will be those who approve, those who dislike, and those who don’t give a damn either way. Personally, I’m delighted to have a wife who belongs to that first category…
~EA
I think there are many marriages/relationships where libido’s are not totally compatible, having been married twice and now living with partner, (whom I call hubby as he’s more than the previous ones were) we are sometimes not matched and it has been a weird change, previous two had higher than me, sometimes, I feel I am far more demanding than he…but for one week a month, I do this very thing for him and while I get no physical sexual pleasure, I get intense pleasure from ensuring he is pleasured.
Then he’s a fortunate man to have you…
~EA