Well, it has been a few days since my last blog post.
It has not been a good few days for me, as I was down and out with the flu.
Man, did I ever get it bad too, even after getting a flu shot.
Today I am feeling somewhat better, so thought I should update.
Last Thursday night, the wife was feeling frisky, and started to play with my cock and balls.
Since I was thinking that I was going to get lucky, I started to reach for her crotch.
No way, it was all for me, as she told me that she was going to jack me off.
Well, you know me by now, and would never turn down a hand job.
So, I agreed to let her get me off.
She applied some KY onto her hand and started to stroke me very aggressively.
Wow, did that ever feel nice, to have her quickly stroke me, and with in 3 minutes, I was blowing my load all over my belly.
I spurted out with such force (from lots of practicing one would guess), it almost got me in the eye and mouth. Well, after she cleaned me up, it was my turn, well, so I thought.
All she wanted to do was just let me rub my fingers over her pubic hair region.
That was it, no fingering the clit, no dipping them into her, nothing at all, except rubbing her crotch.
So, I agreed, because I love the feel of a woman's crotch, and never complain if she wants it rubbed.
Then the next morning the flu hit, so no updates until now.
Another story from the days of olde.
It was early September back in the early 1980's, and there was this program on the radio that I wanted to tape.
So, out comes the tape machine, and all the wires were in the right places to record the program.
Since this program was an all day event, I had several reel to reel tapes ready, and waiting to go.
As the day progressed, I started to become a bit horny.
My wife at the time was down stairs watching the TV.
Since it was just the two of us home, and she really gets into watching the tube, I figured it would be ok to pull out "Little Head" and give him some fresh air and a bit of exercise.
Now wifey at the time jacked me off on a regular basis, (Hmmm, seems to be a pattern here) and we had intercourse almost as often.
Since it had been a day or so since we last had any sex of any kind, today was to be the day.
First checking that all was ok downstairs, and I could hear the neighbours next door working on their vehicle, everything was set to do the deed.
Looking through the curtains, I could see them both upended like a ducks ass under the hood.
Heading back into the upstairs bedroom, there was this huge walk in closet with a light in it.
In the closet were some clothes and some odds and ends, plus my skin book collection hidden away undr some clothes or boxes.
Every now and then I would buy a copy of Hustler, Celebrity Skin, or what ever skin books had the best pictures to masturbate to.
Now remember, this is long before the days of the internet and online porn so it was the stimulation method of the day.
There was a tube of KY, yes, we used that back then too, so I am a long time customer of the product.
Probably a part owner of the company now. Lol
It was about 4:30 in the afternoon by this time, and I thought it would be ok to just head into the closet and pull my drawers down and jerk off.
After looking for the best skin books, and they were laid out in front of me, it was time to go.
Then lubing myself up and stroking away like mad, I was really into this one book with some hot young babes with their smooth crotches staring at me, and I I was on the verge of blowing my load, and Dave next door walks into the closet.
He has climbed the stairs so quietly, or I was too into masturbating to hear him until he was staring at me in the closet with my pants at my ankles, and cock in hand.
I was mortified, getting caught jacking off by the guy next door.
All that I could do was hide my cock as best as I could and stare at him as both of us had a horrified look on our faces.
I could not say or utter a sound, and all Dave said was, "Oops, sorry, I didn't mean to walk in on you".
Well, it was too late for that now, after all, I was caught with my pecker in my hand, and there was no denying that.
He quickly turned and went down the stairs, left the house and went back to working on his vehicle.
The moment was gone for jacking off, especially after such a sudden embarrassing interruption.
Once he was down the stairsand gone from the house, and I quickly pulled up my pants and underwear, straightened my clothes out, and headed for the window that faced the neighbours place.
My next fear was him telling his buddy that he had caught me with my pecker in my hand and spanking the monkey.
This would be something that I could never live down, and the fear of themtelling all their friends of what he walked in on and witnessed.
Staring and listening very closely out the slightly parted curtains for the next 15 minutes was a long and tense time.
I was expecting his friend to start bursting out with laughter when he was told what I was doing, but it never happened, but I continued to stand and listen, so I would know what to expect the next time I seen him.
Perhaps he had enough compassion for someone being caught masturbating, and kept it to himself.
That I will probably never know.
Over the next few months, we had talked and had a few beer together, but he never let on what he saw.
So, who knows if he ever said anything or not.
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