Last month you published a story written by a woman whose marriage was revitalized when she finally got up the nerve to ask her husband to masturbate in front of her. Seems she had always harbored a desire to watch a man she had aroused get himself off.

This story hit home because Fred and I have been masturbating for each other and together even before we got married. I insisted on remaining a virgin until my wedding night, but we had some wild times in the front seat of his car playing with our own and each other’s genitals.

Today, after six years of marriage, there are few sexual variations that we haven’t tried at least once. Watching each other get off, however, remains one of our favorite sexual activities.

Just the other night, as I was innocently loading the dishwasher, Fred appeared in the kitchen, an obvious erection bulging inside his pants. He came up behind me, slipped a hand around me to cup my breasts, and whispered how horny I made him. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard dick. To my shuddering delight, he jacked off right there, while fondling my breasts through my blouse.

Last weekend we did each other outdoors. Saturday was unseasonably warm and sunny, and we took advantage of it to work in the yard. Fred worked in a t-shirt and jogging shorts and I wore shorts and a halter top. We quit at sundown and I served sandwiches and iced tea on the patio. As we were finishing the meal, I became aware of Fred gazing at my breasts through the sweat-dampened halter top. Instantly, my nipples stiffened under his scrutiny and I felt the pleasing warmth of arousal between my legs. I reached under the patio table and grazed his lap. His penis was hard and throbbing, and I began rubbing it through his flimsy shorts.

His hand disappeared under the table, and with our eyes fixed on each other, I felt his caressing fingers fluttering over my thigh, creeping toward my crotch. His fingers slipped inside my shorts, and his eyes sparkled when he discovered I wasn’t wearing panties.

Meanwhile, I was squeezing his thick, hard cock through his shorts and managing to keep my legs open for his probing fingers. I moaned softly as his dick leaped in my hand, and I couldn’t wait to expose it and fondle it openly. At the same time, his fingers danced over the delicate, creamy folds of my cunt.

As his fingers brushed repeatedly across my furry hole, the bulge made by his swollen cock enabled me to worm my right hand up inside the leg of his shorts. At last I was clasping his naked penis. But as I was in an uncomfortable position, Fred used his free hand to pull his shorts down below his cock and balls, giving me total access to his genitals.

My husband groaned as I lightly scratched the head of his dick with my fingernails. His male meat suddenly wobbled under this exquisite friction. He responded by nudging a finger into the steamy pink crevice of my pussy, working it deeper in an agonizingly slow, circular fashion. With another finger he split my slit with an upward rotation and used my own juices to lube my clit. I shuddered violently and almost came unglued.

Jarring sensations pounded through me as his skillful fingering brought me to the very edge of a climax. Then, suddenly, he slowed his manipulations and began winding me down with the same fingers that had almost sent me writhing through a nerve clanging orgasm. With my hips gyrating, he slipped the finger out of my vagina and lowered it to tickle the quivering slice of flesh between my pussy and anus.

Determined to give as good as I got, I gripped the base of his penis, forming a snug ring with my fingers. I pressed my thumb into the fleshy underside of Fred’s cock, just beneath the head. As I moved the digital ring up the length of his shaft, I used my thumb to lightly rub the top of the crown. Fred began squirming on chair as his cock twitched and throbbed mightily in my hand.

Gradually, I increased the tempo of my stroking until I knew he was close to orgasm. Then I choked the base of his penis with my fingers and again pressed my thumb into the fleshy of his cock beneath the head.

Repeatedly we brought each other to the very brink of orgasm only to gradually pull back. It became a sweet torture in which we craved release while refusing to give up the wondrous pleasure and horny tension that intensified with every new climb toward the ecstasy of climax.

Finally, Fred fingered me too far over the edge, squeezing my clitoris between an oily thumb and forefinger. Nothing could hold back the bursting dam. My pussy clamped around the stroking finger embedded there and I cried out as my hips involuntarily humped up off the chair.

The first blast of his seed came seconds later and then it shot in torrents against the underside of the tabletop. I continued to stroke and shake his dick, pumping him dry through all the incredible convulsions of my own orgasm. And it was several minutes before we could gather the strength to move indoors.

Of course, nothing quite compares to the feel of my husband’s cock thrusting in my pussy, burrowing up into my behind or bloating my cheeks when I suck on it. But there’s something very special, very intimate, and satisfying about jerking off your man or masturbating for him. And unlike sucking and fucking, you can do it almost anytime, anywhere.