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Women Masturbating for Men  

PacificEros 68M
1276 posts
9/25/2017 5:22 pm
Women Masturbating for Men


Confession:

My first marriage lasted 21 years. It was very vanilla. Sadly, unbelievably, I only fucked her--my first wife--once doggy style. (It's a longer story about how what led to that unique event.) She later confessed that fucking gave her the best orgasm she ever had with me.

Throughout the duration of our marriage, we made love basically in two positions: missionary and her on top, riding me. It's hard to believe I was so innocent.

After we divorced, in early 2000s, there was the internet, and I went on it, and discovered sites where I could learn from women. But one of my best teachers was the second women I was with after my divorce. She was from Texas. We met in Las Vegas for four days and three nights. She taught me about squirting. With her I had my first anal sex and experimentation in light bondage. It was the first time I ever came on a woman, etc., etc.

We had corresponded for four months. When we finally entered the room, we kissed with clothes on for a time. Then got naked. Before going any further, she asked me to play with myself. She watched and watched. When I came, she grasped my cock and massage it with my cum as lubricant. It was exquisite, giving me a combined agony-ecstasy feeling I had never experienced before.

She explained she wanted to see me play with myself to learn about how I liked to be taken. I then had her do unto me what she had me do for me. She played with herself before me eyes, wantonly, taken herself to orgasm. I loved it. She asked if I wanted a replay. Of course I said yes. She did it again. We fucked so much over our time together, I became literally spent. The last time we fucked, she asked me to come again on her breasts. It was four or five in the morning. When I was ready to come, I aimed at her breasts, but nothing came out, just a drip or two. I was dry. It reduced us to laughter.

OK, let me back up a bit. During my first marriage, I asked my wife to masturbate or play with herself for me. She looked at me like I was a pervert. It was like I was violating some boundary, some private secret. She declined.

My wife now knows how much I love to watch her play with herself, and she does it willingly, wantonly, During one of our favorite moments with another couple, I was pleasuring the other woman with her husband as my wifejust watched from the chair in the hotel room, playing with herself. I looked mostly at her. The energy in our eyes was intense, wonderful.

During my free space between marriages, I also had a relationship for six months with a Japanese American woman. She was shy at first but she also loved being submissive. I asked her to masturbate for me. She had not done it for a man before. She hesitated some in her non-verbal expression. I insisted. It was beautiful to watch. It became a regular part of our foreplay and erotic play.

I love learning. I learned from the woman in Texas how to learn more about sex and women. She taught me a lesson: watch how a person pleasures themselves as a key to seeing how to pleasure them. I love talking to women about their best orgasms and how they happened. That's verbal play.

So I thought for many years that masturbation was something done by oneself, privately. I never imaged having anal sex. I never suspected how much women give pleasure to themselves by giving oral sex to a man.

It's so beautiful watching a woman put on a show for the boys, teasing and tempting us....surrendering to being wanton....letting us see and then feel how moist and wet and dripping they have become waiting for it, anticipating it, longing for it.

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