She was sound asleep next to me in our bed. I was lying there wide awake with my aching balls, full of cum, and just begging for some attention. I reached over to touch her shoulder and then hesitated, "What's the use?" I thought to myself. The intimacy in our relationship had become somewhat strained as of late. I was struggling with the fact that my sex drive seemed insatiable, while hers had all but disappeared.
Sure, I could have helped myself if I wanted to, there were plenty of opportunities. I was no stranger to self-gratification. The truth be known, I had become quite good at it! It's just that I longed for her touch, to feel her body close to mine. I wanted more than mechanical sex, more than just a quick release. I desired intimacy and the warm feeling of a glowing heart. I wanted to feel the love!
We have been married for many years and I know she still loves me. She is constantly telling me so and demonstrates it in many ways. I too, love her dearly. There are times when she is receptive to my advances and there are even times when she will initiate. However, a disclaimer usually precedes any action. "Just a quickie!" is the command I often receive.
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I got out of bed and went into the hallway, quietly closing the door behind me. I poured myself a glass of cold water and sat down in the living room. I sat there in the dark, sipping water, and thinking about the dull ache between my legs. I stood up and retrieved some tissues, placing them close by. I reached down and gripped my cock. It felt so good in my hand as it was quick to respond! I lowered my underwear to reveal my semi-hard erection.
I grabbed it by the head and pulled up, slightly. I began stroking myself with my fingers, starting from below my balls then continuing up the shaft and back down, again and again. I applied some saliva to my fingertips. As I pinched the head and stretched my cock, I caressed my balls and shaft with my now wet fingers. The coolness against my warm skin sent a shiver through my being and my balls instantly contracted!
Alternately, I would spit into the center of my palm and rub it on the tip in a circular motion with my open hand until I couldn't stand it any longer! I then liberally coated the inside web of my hand between my thumb and forefinger, with spit. Cradling my shaft, I slid my hand up and down rhythmically while I continued to run my fingers over my balls. The slobber made it glide very smoothly and I was really getting into it. My breathing picked up and my heart began to pound as the euphoric sensations were taking me to new levels of intensity. I grew harder and larger as I continued stroking my cock. A stream of seminal fluid was now flowing from my Urethra.
With my finger, I traced the trail from the leading edge of the drip all the way back up to the tip. I rolled my finger as I did it in order to collect all of the clear liquid. I brought it to my lips and sucked the warm and salty nectar from my finger as I continued to stroke myself. My dick was throbbing now and I was about to blast off! I grabbed some tissue as I kept on with steady, determined strokes.
"What are you doing out here?" I heard, as the light came on. My wife had just caught me with my pants down, literally!
"Well, I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to wake you."
"No, what are you doing out here in our living room, playing with yourself?"
What could I say? "I really needed a release and I thought you weren't interested."
She just stood there, looking at me in disgust and shaking her head. I pulled my shorts up and followed her back to our bedroom. I crawled into bed with my back to her, covering myself with the sheet. She turned the lamp off and I soon fell asleep.
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