My affair over, my sex life returned to normal: a few times per month a quick fuck (split-level house put the bedrooms close together, my son would be up late, and my wife was “intimidated” by the kids’ presence). Jerking off became a much more common occurrence. I would jerk off at the office (I was always the first on the scene and a few minutes of DVD porn, later Internet porn, with my pants around my ankles, cock in my hand) and on frequent business trips.
There was nothing unique to my masturbatory technique. I never used lube (still do not, except soap in the shower). I am right-handed and that is the hand which gets me off. I will use the left to play with my balls or, if reading a magazine, hold it and turn pages or click the mouse on another web page.
I will vary the stroking pace, using slow strokes to build. Edging was a concept I did not know by name when I got heavily into masturbation, but I often stroked slowly, building up anticipation and exploding when I finally let go. Early edging. I have gone more than an hour (nothing when compared to the times I have read edgers can achieve) before exploding (which is the sensation I experience when I cum after the long tease, not necessarily referring to the quantity of semen).
I do love to masturbate and have since my discovery of this fantastic activity. I wish I could remember the first times – the circumstances, the locations. Must have been in my bedroom, using some of the academic books like The Naked Ape I had discovered in the house and at the library which described sex clinically and scientifically.
Regardless how often I fuck, I love to jerk off and always have, even when I was having the affair with my co-worker (so even while I was fucking two women on a very regular basis, I couldn't resist masturbating).
Porn, memories/mental images (can’t watch anything while taking a shower except the “video” in my brain), reading, conversations, “performing” for my partner of the moment (whether or not she is also playing with herself, though if she is, it is a plus) all work as stimuli for me.
The pandemic made jerking off difficult at times. I did not want my wife to feel she was neglecting my “needs” (her word describing why she fucks me when she is not in the mood – though she quickly gets into it while playing with her clit in preparation. Now we fuck between two and four times per week, sometimes more, depending upon what else is happening in our lives.).
I came in the shower more often during the pandemic than in the previous twenty-five years (virtually all the previous times with the water streaming down were either in my partner’s mouth or pussy; we did not fuck in the shower that often, but when we did, it was special). As I have said, I have still got the fertile imagination I had once, especially where sex is concerned, and I can conjure up images to get me hard and help get me off.
I love jerking off for my partner and occasionally I will do it with my wife watching (like this morning). And when I do, she plays with her tits and pussy and drives me crazy! (I am so hard right now).
I jerk off at least once a day and when I can, at least twice (morning and night). If we did not fuck before I left for work (not possible for a number of years due to scheduling and timing), I went right at it in my office.
Traveling alone on business always meant great masturbation sessions. In the beginning of my work life, before the Internet, it was magazines like Penthouse, Penthouse Forum, Penthouse Letters, some hardcore porn (magazines filled with photos from porn videos with the likes of Seka and Annette Haven) I had found in an old-magazine store and some erotic novels providing the impetus. (I did not resort to hotel-television porn; the softcore stuff just was not worth the money or a movie charge on my bill.)
Erotic (or flat-out dirty) writing has been a part of my sex life since my late teen years and remains so (books as well as magazines, now supplemented by online prose, especially stories on Lush). I especially like “true” pieces, personal revelations, remembrances, and descriptions of sexual interactions.
I also love photos of women in various stages of undress and sensual poses, as well as hardcore sexual acts – porn photos. I have collected numerous “Love” photos and videos from Lush and just cannot stop doing it. When I see a woman on Lush who intrigues me, turns me on, I “love” it and occasionally then “follow” the woman.
I also visited “gentlemen’s clubs” while on the road for business. This was the one sexual activity in which I occasionally participated as part of a group of colleagues. During one set of trade shows, a group of us would go to Cheetah’s, a club in Windsor, Ontario, across the river from Detroit. Drinks and tips for table dances was the extent of the interaction with the women but their impact on my loins was undeniable. (During one such visit to Cheetah’s, I picked up the bar tab for a group of about twelve and, because the client’s CFO was part of the group, could expense the entire amount!)
Other times I went to the clubs with one person, a close friend who had given up drinking (after issues when he was younger). Again, it was just a social evening, no sexual discussions, or activities (except, of course, for the hard cock and memories which helped fuel my masturbatory activities when alone later in my hotel room).
Then there were the times I ventured to the clubs by myself. Windsor, Dearborn, Michigan, Los Angeles, Washington, D.C., central Pennsylvania, and New York – I visited clubs in all these locations. In some, I paid for lap dances, something which really could get my juices flowing.
My first lap dance occurred in the early eighties. I had a client in Tampa who was a real sexual horndog. He was single and always talking about women and sex -- he would be very out of touch in today’s “me-too” culture. Well, one of the places he always talked about was Mons Venus, an all-nude club which featured something unique at the time – lap dances. So, on a trip to visit this client I took myself to Mons Venus (alone) to check out the next step for me in my sexual exploration.
I loved it! At this point, I was just beginning to really branch out sexually. I had not started the affair discussed in an earlier chapter. My sexual interaction, except for heavy petting in high school, had been limited to a single woman.
This first lap dance was the first physical contact I had had with a naked woman other than my wife. EVER. And it made a major impression on me . . . on my shorts and on my underwear. (I cannot remember the number of dances I paid this one short brunette with a firm, round ass, full tits, and shaved pussy, but it was a couple of hundred nineteen eighties’ dollars.
Yes, she made me cum in my pants by grinding on my groin. No regrets on my part. I was lusting for more when I left the club and went back to my hotel room. I worked over my cock, cumming twice more before falling asleep.
This single visit triggered my sexual odyssey into a more proactive phase, though for a while it would still revolve around masturbation and telephone conversations while traveling.
This was my vice – this was how I would spend much of my (limited) free time while on the road. I was not going to hang out at bars or gamble; I was more intent on broadening my sexual world in a discrete, private way without endangering my public, regular life.
Traveling, when staying in a hotel alone (I get hot thinking about hotel rooms; had some incredible sexual experiences in hotel rooms) means I will be jerking off in the morning and before going to sleep – and possibly a few more times.
As mentioned, magazines provided a major help and were supplemented, then replaced, by videos when I had a laptop computer with a built-in DVD player. This allowed me to play videos from my home collection, which I eventually downloaded onto the laptop to make viewing simpler. As time went on, Internet porn helped me to fill my computer and tablet with all kinds of stimulating material, allowing me to broaden my sexual horizons.