*A little* [r/relationship](https://www.reddit.com/r/relationship/) *type venting first.* *My [50M] low libido wife [43F] has expressed for years how she’d love to watch me masturbate.* *I finally agreed to do it for her as part of a Want, Will, Won’t list we did a couple of months ago.* *Problem is that she never brought it up again. After a couple of weeks,* *I tried to prompt her by asking what scenario she preferred.* *Did she want to hide?* *Did she want to sit right in front of me?* *She’d answer with apparent enthusiasm but then forget about it again.* *Finally, in a last-ditch effort to kick start some kind of fantasy play.* *I wrote this story.* *It’s what she supposedly wants, written in a light bondage setting from her perspective.* *I finished it 2 weeks ago and she can’t be fucking bothered to even read it.* *She hasn’t even realized that I deleted the Dropbox link I sent her.* *Anyway, it’s probably crap, but I wanted* ***someone*** *to at least read my effort.I’m open to some honest feedback.* *Should be obvious at this point, but it’s mostly about a guy jerking off.* *Pre-emptive answers/humblebrag: Yes, that’s me in the pic that’s linked.* *The text messages are actually exact copies.*
Like most guys, my husband of 17 years watches porn and jerks off sometimes. I was upset about it early on, but I came to realize quite a while ago that he has a higher libido than I do and it’s not a reflection on his desire for me. He continues hiding it and that drives me crazy, mostly because I want to watch! I’ve told him several times over the years that I’d like to watch him jerk off. Years ago, before we were married, he sent me a series of pictures of himself, in what was easily the hottest thing he’s ever done that didn’t involve actual sex.
Side story (you can skip this paragraph if you want). We were living apart for just a couple of months while we moved. He went ahead to the new city while I finished up my job before joining him. One night he sent me a little illustrated story where he gradually stripped down after supposedly making a mess while cooking himself dinner. Each shot showed a little more of his gorgeous body. If you need a bit of a visual, let me help you out with a more recent [picture](https://imgur.com/a/Aic04QW) (not bad for 50, right?). Eventually he was completely naked in the shots. In the last picture, he was standing in the shower, his erect cock in his hand, and his head thrown back thrown back. Wow. Totally unexpected! It seemed way out of character for him and was so much hotter because of it. Pardon me while I pause to dwell on that mental image again while also cursing because I don’t still have those pictures.
So, watching him alone has been something I’ve wanted for quite a while. Problem is, both of us grew up in households where sex wasn’t necessarily evil, but it was never remotely talked about in the open. That means masturbation picked up that shameful aura. It was always a don’t-ask-don’t-tell, keep it hidden kind of thing. That’s some very long term baggage to overcome to bring something out in the open (it’s the same reason we both struggle with dirty talk).
But recently we found out about and created Want, Will, Won’t lists for our sex life. Highly recommend doing one if you haven’t. This story isn’t the only interesting result from ours (my husband’s exploration of anal play is a story for another time). Anyway, given that he was sure me watching him masturbate would be on my Want list, he actually put it on his Will list.
He was determined that if he was going to make the effort of pushing this boundary for himself, he was going to make sure I got maximum benefit out of it, so he started asking me what scenario would be the biggest turn on for me. He asked what elements were important. Did I like the voyeuristic aspect? Did seeing him orgasm matter? Did I want to be close to the action? I realized I hadn’t really thought about it in detail.
The first suggestion for acting it out was mostly about the voyeurism. I would tell him I was going outside to “prune the roses” or some such when instead I would head up to our bedroom and hide in the closet with the door slightly ajar. That would be his cue to come up to a few minutes later. I could watch as he sat at the edge of the bed, maybe watching some porn or reading something from [r/gonewildstories](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/). I’d be free to touch myself without him knowing if I wanted. Maybe I’d could time my orgasm to coincide with his. Maybe I’d bust out of the closet just before he came and “catch him” in the act. Maybe I’d “punish” him. Several interesting possibilities.
The next option was more up close and personal. He’d rub his cock right in front of me. Close enough to touch. Close enough to kiss. Close enough to hear his breathing get ragged as he got close to orgasm. Close enough for him to come on me as that lovely dick of his erupted. I’d have a front row seat to watch him stroke himself and bring himself off.
I couldn’t choose between them. They both had elements that really turned me on. A few days later, I got text from the other side of the house.
Him: ?
Me: ???
Him: Just thought of another possible scenario.
Me: !!!!
Me: ??
Him: I don’t bother asking, just take you upstairs, tie you to the bed, and have you watch without being able to do ANYTHING about it.
Oh hell. A little bondage, some domination, and the chance to watch him jerk off up close. Would he be kneeling next to me while I was tied down? Would he be straddling me? Would he be standing next to the bed? Would he be on the bed standing over me? What would he do when he came? Would he just come on me wherever he wanted? My stomach? My tits? My face? I’d be powerless to stop him, after all. Would he get me off when he was done? Would he use a toy to do it? Maybe he’d just leave me the toy and walk out? Maybe he’d only free one one hand? Wait. What if he didn’t even untie me, but just left me like that for a while?!?!
Me: ???????????☠️☠️☠️
I think I adequately expressed my approval for his idea.
Fast forward a few days and my husband came home from a business trip. While it was a little late when he got in, I was up for some sexy time but he VERY uncharacteristically rolled away after giving me a good night kiss when getting into bed.
Later the next day, he randomly walked up to me and said, “Get your ass upstairs, get naked, and lie on the bed. I’ll be up in a minute.”
Oh boy. Showtime. I made my way up to our bed room. I noticed he already had the bondage straps run underneath the bed and the cuffs were in a lined up in row on the footboard. I began removing my clothes. I took my time. This was actually for me, after all. I was going to savor the anticipation. Once I was fully naked, I lay down on the center of the bed, spread eagle as I figured he would expect. I couldn’t help but briefly run my hands over my body. I gave my boobs a nice squeeze and then moved my hand down to my pussy. I ran my middle finger over my clit and through my slit as I thought of the possibilities I had considered. I wasn’t surprised to find I was already getting wet.
I heard my husband coming up the stairs and quickly moved my hands over my head. He walked in and looked down at me. Then he looked down at the footboard and noticed the cuffs still lined up.
“First, move up a little and put a couple of pillows under your head. I don’t want you sitting up, but your head should be elevated a little. After all, you need to see, right? Second, you should have put those on,” pointing to the cuffs. “I may have to decide on a punishment for that.”
Well, technically he didn’t tell me to put them on. He only told me to get naked and lie on the bed, but I was pretty sure I’d enjoy the punishment so I kept quiet. I scooted up the bed a bit and he slowly put the cuffs on my wrists and ankles and then attached the straps. He took even more time moving around the bed tightening the straps down. Based on how he adjusted them, he was clearly looking to allow very little movement. I only had a couple of inches of leeway in any direction for both hands and feet.
He looked at me. “Not too tight, are they?” I shook my head. “Good.” His grin was a blatant display of cockiness with a hint of evil.
“You asked to watch me jerk off. It turns you on to see me excited. That means from this point on, this isn’t about you. I’m going to do whatever makes this more interesting for me. If I want to pinch your nipples or smack your tits with my dick, I’m going to. If I get excited by feeling how dripping wet you get, I’m going to rub your pussy. If it happens to turn me on to stick a finger up that tight, beautiful ass of yours, I’ll do that, too.” We actually talked about this and it was part of the play. We agreed on a safe word and I trust him completely. If that word even started to cross my lips, I know he’d stop. “This is not about making you cum. If you want me to do something to help you with that, you’re going to have to overcome that reluctance of yours and tell me *exactly* what you want me to do. You’re going to have to ask very nicely, too.” Hmm. Looked like the leaving-me-tied-up-and-horny option is on the table.
He straightened up and began undressing. I had rushed getting naked compared to what he was doing. He crossed his arms and grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt first, slowly raising it over his head, pausing as he pulled it over his head. He lowered his arms and looked at me again briefly before turning to throw his shirt in the dirty clothes. He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, then lowered his zipper. He turned away from me and paused again, looking back over his shoulder. He then hooked his thumbs into his waistband and inched his jeans down, bending at the waist as he did. I love my husband’s ass, especially when he’s wearing his tight boxer briefs, and he left it on beautiful display for a couple of seconds.
He finished removing his jeans and straightened back up. He turned slowly, letting me check him out. The bulge in the front of his shorts let me know that if he was feeling self-conscious at this point, it wasn’t stopping him from getting turned on. He took off his underwear using the same movement as his jeans, turning away and letting that wonderful ass come into full view. He turned back around slowly once more, his erect cock standing out from his body. He was either really into this or hiding his discomfort well!
He didn’t come straight to the bed. Instead he went to the drawer where we keep the bedroom goodies. I was curious since I didn’t expect any toys to be involved. It made more sense when he brought out one of the bottles of lube. I started to ask why he was wasting the flavored stuff when we had much more of the unflavored. I had barely gotten “Why” out of my mouth when he told me that unless I was about to beg him to touch me, I was supposed to be quiet.
He poured a small bit into his hand and then started massaging it onto his dick, as he put the bottle down. That visual of him running his hand up and down his oiled cock totally lived up to my expectations. The show was truly on now. He climbed onto the bed, still running his hand up and down the length of his shaft, letting his eyes drift up and down my body. He moved closer, getting his knees right up to my side and running the tip of his cock over my left nipple as he did. The back of his fingers also grazed across my breast and nipple as he continued stroking himself. He reached out with his other hand and grabbed my right breast, pinching the nipple with *almost* too much force. I couldn’t help but grind my hips in response. He continued rubbing his cock, letting his gaze move up and down my buddy, occasionally looking into my eyes. I’m not going to use the literary conceit of reading an emotion in someone’s eyes. For all I know, it could have been lust, dominance, control, love, who knows. I can say for certain that it was *intense.* The whole time he stroked himself, keeping the rhythm but adding pressure every so often. The tip of his cock did this lovely **throb** every time he squeezed harder.
He pulled his hand away from my chest and moved a bit lower on the bed, staying a little distance away from me. All the while, he continued to slide his hand up and down the shaft of his cock. Simple movements, for now at least. Up and back. Up and back. Always stopping just as he reached the head. The grip he had, the lube, and his obvious excitement in the moment all added up to make his dick look so hard it had to be painful. It wasn’t just the visual, though. The lube added a delightfully obscene squishing sound to the motion. He met my eyes for a moment then moved his gaze down to my pussy. I wasn’t sure if he could see how wet I was, but it sure felt like he should be able to. As he stared between my legs, his hand started moving faster. Now he was moving from the base all the way to the head, adding a bit of a twist as he ran his palm over the tip. His breathing picked up as his pace did. His hand gradually sped up, the squishing sound continuing and growing louder. His eyes never left my pussy, which by this point was in near constant motion as I involuntarily moved my hips. It was so hot. And here I couldn’t do anything but watch! I couldn’t move. I couldn’t throw him down and drop myself down on his cock. My only option was to beg him to touch me somehow. I wasn’t that far gone, though. I could hold out, at least for a bit.
While I agonized over not being able to do anything about my extreme horniness, he kept staring and stroking. I was expecting a grand finale but when it seemed like he was close, he stopped and let go of his dick. He moved up the bed again until he was even with my chest and just kneeled there while his breathing slowed a bit. After about 30 seconds, he began running his hand down and cupping his balls gently before moving back for a slow stroke up his shaft. He repeated that pattern a few times, slowly building a bit of speed, before going back to stroking in earnest. This time he focused on the head of his cock, working his hand in a twisting motion, over and over, with just an occasional slide down the shaft before moving back to the head. I was mesmerized and by this time starting to wonder if I was literally dripping on the sheets. It was probably lucky timing on his part, but he chose that moment to sink his middle finger into me, driving the palm of his hand against my clit as he did. I couldn’t help but groan. Holy shit, it was about fucking time. I thrust my hips at his hand, trying to get him to fuck me with his hand. He made it clear that this wasn’t about me, though, as he quickly pulled his hand back. My pussy was empty and I groaned again, this time in frustration.
He brought his hand up to his face and put his whole middle finger in his mouth, getting a good taste of the fruits (or should I say juices?) of his labor. All this time, his hand never stopped moving and he never looked me in the eyes. He was true to his word, focusing only on himself. His hand went back to the pattern of longer strokes over the length of his shaft as he reached down between my legs again. Like before, he sunk his middle finger in me in one movement. Again, he bumped my clit with his palm. This time, he started to pump his hand, fucking me with his finger while he continued to brush my clit, now adding a little upward rub when his palm hit my mons. I realized he was timing the thrusts of his hand with the stroking of his dick. I was having trouble keeping my eyes open at this point, moving well along the path to orgasm myself. The strokes continued getting faster and by his breathing, I assumed he was close again. But like before, he stopped cold, taking his hand off his dick and out of my pussy at the same time. My groan of frustration was a lot louder than it was before. I was *so* close.
While I was distracted, he was moving again. He straddled me completely, right across the chest. His dick was right in front of my face with him staring down at me. Now, he was looking me right in the eyes as he started to stroke that lovely cock of his again. He never looked away, just stared straight into my eyes as he jerked himself off faster and faster. The position he had put me in had me looking right past his cock and moving hand as I looked up into his eyes. Sex
itself is intimate, but this was intensely so, probably because I knew he was sharing something that he considered deeply personal with me and him staring into my eyes multiplied that even more. His breathing sped up, but this time there was no slowing down and stopping. He kept stroking. His hand moving back and forth over that lube-slicked cock of his. His other hand almost absent mindedly reaching down to pinch my nipples. I was so turned on. My pussy was on fire. I really needed to be touched, but I was not going to interrupt this moment.
His hips started making little thrusting movements and I knew he had to be really close. He leaned forward a bit. “Open your mouth,” he said. I obliged immediately and he stuck the tip of his cock through my open lips as he continued to stroke. Suddenly, his use of the mint chocolate flavored lube made sense. How thoughtful of him. I barely had time to complete that thought when he finely broke he eye contact has he closed his eyes. He grabbed the headboard with his free hand and started cumming in my mouth. The first shot came blasting out with more force than I expected, followed by another, and another. I began sucking and swallowing as he thrust the head of his cock in and out of my mouth, the spasms slowly tailing off as he finished unloading. As he came down from his orgasm high, I gently kissed the tip of his dick before looking up at him and thanking him for that amazing experience. He laughed at me. “You’re thanking me? That was so amazing I damn near passed out. Holy fuck that was hot. I guess you can ask me to do that again, if you want.”
“I do want. But first, I really need to cum!”
That’s a story for another time, though.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cibxc2/husband_m_fulfills_wifes_f_masturbation_fantasy