There wasn't that much interest in my week, not many comments, so let me just say I had a wonderful week, masturbated until I was raw, shot cum everywhere and gooned myself silly while dressed in my wife's undies. Wifey's back and things have returned to normal. I enjoyed the whole thing.
Actually, if I'm gonna be honest, I have to say that on Thursday my masturbation week got a little sidetracked. I should have expected that my loving wife would have made some arrangement for someone to "check up" on me to see if I was okay, eating properly, etc. In this case our friend Imogen, 'The Translucent Blond' knocked on the door on Thursday afternoon, bringing a bowl of her recipe noodles and a pie. Luckily I was dressed and only had to zip my cock up before I opened the door. The house was basically straightened up, the cum towels were in the hamper and I thought it was okay to let her in. I offered her a glass of wine and put the food in the fridge while we talked for a few minutes.I left her alone for just a minute to do some little chore on the back porch. Meantime she was just nosy enough to wander off toward the family room, carrying her glass of wine. Wouldn't you know, I had left the damn laptop on and it was looping my little slideshow of my masturbation muse. When I caught up with her she was standing in the middle of the room staring at my naked muse flashing her hairy pussy. I wasn't like totally embarrassed, but it was awkward enough that I just stood there with nothing to say while she watched. What else could I do?
"Is that what you like?" Immy asked. She sat on the couch and angled the laptop to watch, it seemed just to make me more uncomfortable.
"Um .. yeah," I said. "I kind of like her look."
"You just ... look at her pictures?"
"Oh, come on,"I said, "It's obvious I was masturbating to her, isn't it?"
Imogen sipped her wine and kind of smirked at me, but sort of in a good-natured way. "I see. I guess with Connie gone ... you need to do it?"
"I guess," I admitted. It was the first time in a long time that I had been busted as being a masturbator. I didn't like the feeling all that much, but I accepted my guilt. "Don't you need to masturbate now and then?"
"Of course." she said. She was smiling, really enjoying my discomfort.
"What do you like about ... her?" she nodded her head toward screen an my masturbation muse.
"Do you really want to know that?" I was a little embarrassed and angry now.
"Yes, it's interesting to know." she said.
"If you must know, I like her naked vagina. Her pubic hair turns me on. And her breasts ..."
"I understand. It is very pornographic. I can see why it might arouse someone," she said.
"Yeah, well, it does arouse me," I just stood there, not knowing what else to say. It was kind of one of those awkward moments of silence. Imogen seemed to feel it too. I walked over and shut the lid on the laptop and picked it up to move it onto a shelf.
"I'm sorry," I heard her say behind me, "I don't mean to invade your privacy. I didn't want to embarass you."
"It's okay ..."
".... It's natural, you know. I don't mind talking about it at all. I think good friends could know these things about each other. I'm certainly not shocked or embarrassed."
"That's good. But I'm sorry you saw the pictures. I feel strange about it."
"That you masturbate?"
"No, that you saw what I masturbate to, and that you know ..."
"Don't be silly. It's kind of fun to catch a man at it," she smiled. "What do you think about when you look at her and masturbate? Come on, we can talk bout it ... get some wine and tell me."
I kind of shrugged and turned to go get the wine bottle and a glass from the kitchen.
"Really," she called to me as I went in the kitchen. "What do you think about?"
I came back and poured a glass for myself and sat on the chair across the room from her. "I imagine fucking her. "
"I see" she said.
" No ... actually when I see a ... pussy ... like hers I really want to kiss it. I love kissing pussy. When I see any pussy I want to kiss it. I masturbate while I imagine kissing her pussy." I was hoping to embarrass Imogen now.
She didn't get embarrassed. Imogen just stared at me for a minute, and I could almost hear the wheels turning in her brain. Neither of us said anything. It was another awkward silence. It was so quiet. She just looked over at me for a long time. All of a sudden I knew what was going to happen next and my heart sped up.
It was so matter of fact. She reached forward a little and gripped the hem of her skirt she wears in the winter. She just pulled it up to her waist, exposing her perfect white crotch. She wasn't wearing panties. I was totally surprise at that. Then she just quickly leaned back and spread her thighs open. The whole time she just stared into my eyes from across the room.
"Do you want to masturbate?" she asked quietly, " ... or do you want to kiss it?"
I was already out of the chair and standing in front of her. I looked down at her.
"Do you want me to masturbate?" I said. " ... or do you want me to kiss it?"
"Kiss it."
I knelt in front of her as she leaned back against the couch cushions and spread her legs wider. She simply closed her eyes and waited with her hands by her sides. Her pussy was adorable: a milky pink-white flesh taco with a sparse fuzz of her blond pubic hair barely fringing her slit.
I slid my hands over the soft skin of her thighs and pushed her legs further apart. I bent forward and inhaled the lush scent of her crotch. Then I pressed my lips just barely onto her labia. Above me I heard her softly hiss in anticipation. I pressed my mouth harder against her and slowly kissed her swelling cunt. My hands slid around over her thighs and then back to cup her butt cheeks and pull her to my face. Her labia were so soft and pliant as I kissed her pussy firmly.
"Ohhhhhh" she sighed, just barely audible. "Ohhhhhhhh."
She reached out and put her hands on my head, then curled her fingers into my hair and squeezed tightly. Then she pulled my face tightly to her and lifted her crotch, pushing her pussy hard against my mouth. Her crotch smelled vaguely of rose water with a dark scent of her musk under it and that shit-sweet hint of her anus. I kissed her deeply, letting my lips fall into the gap between her labia as her pussy opened up. I sucked gently at her cunt hole.
She groaned and pulled my face tighter to her, twisting my head from side to side as she guided my mouth all over her pussy. My nose bumped gently against the hard little stalk of her stiffening clit. Then I licked her slit lips and I shot my tongue in between them and into her vaginal opening. She squealed.
"Eeeeeeeeeee"
All of a sudden she was wet. Her juices were now flowing and mixing with my spit as I lapped her cunt. She tasted slightly sour, vinegary and salty with a sweet apple juice taste of her silky pussy slime. My cock was throbbing and hard in my jeans.
Her thighs were trembling and she was making little involuntary fucking motions with her crotch as she fucked against my face. Her breath was rapid now. I opened my eyes and saw her little clitoris was sticking out of its hood and curving upward slightly at the top of her slit. I knew the moment was right so I covered her little girl-dick with my mouth and sucked it between my lips. I let my tongue lick all all over the tip of it.
"OH MY GOD!" she yelled. "OH SHIT! OH YESS!"
Her legs crossed over my back and she squeezed my head between her thighs and fucked my mouth.
My tongue went into her pussy again and I felt it squeezed inside her love canal as her cunt spasmed.
She was gyrating her ass in an oval on the couch, trembling and fucking my face as she gripped my hair.
"Mmmmmmmmm" I hummed onto her clit and she cried out again. She gushed her juices out and down my chin. A little puddle of her wetness pooled on the couch cushion in the space under her thighs. Her trembling became a rhythmic bucking and then she groaned and lifted up her ass. She came. God did she cum! I made her cry out as I sucked hard on her clit and held her pussy to my mouth even as she tried to pull away from the too-intense feeling as she orgasmed. I held her tight, forcing her pussy to come hard.
"god god goddohhhgodddohgoddd" she moaned.
After a long time she relaxed, let her legs fall away, and her ass sink back into the cushion. she pulled at my head and then my shoulders until I was climbing up her body. She quickly fumbled with her shirt, popping open the buttons an pushing her bra cups up away from her hanging titties. She fed her hard nipples to my mouth in turn as I licked them and sucked them in."Don't tell her." I whispered up at her.
"Of course not."
I felt her hand moving down between us and I realized she was rubbing her pussy as I sucked her titties.
She bent her head down a little and for the first time we kissed. I knew she was getting off on the taste of her pussy from my lips and tongue.
I reached down and grabbed her hand, pulling it off of her pussy and pressing it on to the lump of my cock in my jeans."Masturbate me!" I said and both of us began fumbling with my zipper and taking my penis out. We both groaned as her hand closed around it. "Please ... masturbate me!"
Instead Imogen shook her head and slid down prone on the couch, spreading her legs and pulling me onto her.
"Uh uh," she grunted. "Let's fuck!"
She guided my cock up to her wet pussy and thrust up against me as I slid into her. My penis was raw from nearly a week of constant masturbating and it began stinging from her warm juices as soon as her cunt wrapped around it. I didn't care, it just made it feel that much better, that much more illicit.
"Fuck me." she said quietly, just a whisper. "Fuck me hard. ...she won't ever know."
I looked over at the clock on the shelf by the laptop. It was four in the afternoon.
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