After quite a few drinks, my wife, Jeanne and my oldest friend, Paul, got into a conversation about masturbation habits.
Dinner was long finished, and we had moved from “classy” cocktails to “experimental mixers”.
Paul has been telling us about his college roommate and his habit of giving himself a lengthy stroke after lights out, competent with quiet moans.
“Awkward,” my wife said. “But I bet you did the same fucking thing, just more discretely.”
“No way Jeanne,” Paul said, and he actually blushed a bit. “That’s bathroom time for me, always.”
“C’mon,” said Jeanne. “You mean you’ve never masturbated in front of someone else before?”
Paul laughed, scandalised. “You mean you have?”
Jeanne looked at me with drunken boldness. “Are you kidding? We masturbate together all the time.”
It’s true. We almost always have at least one session a week, where we do ourselves in each other’s company. Sometimes she likes to just watch me stroke myself, other times she’ll finger herself with her legs spread wide while she has a chat to me about her day. It’s always sexy…but I was kinda mortified by her mentioning it.