(A) – This story contains anal play.
I’m a long-time reader and occasional commenter. This site has helped me so much, both in relating to other believers in dealing with sexuality, and to relieve tension in a non-sinful fashion. It’s time I give back, so here’s my first try at a story. It focuses on married solo masturbation, and contains some anal play. Hope you like it.
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For those of us with a busy work and family life, it’s tough to sometimes find time for our spouses, let alone ourselves.
Has it been almost 3 weeks since I last got off? As I get into my late 40s, it seems like those stretches are getting longer, though it isn’t all bad.
While my awesome (and buxom) wife and I aim to make time for each other during the week (like a lunchtime rendezvous while the kids are away), it doesn’t always work out. She is a great woman, attentive to my needs as much as I can ask.
On this particular Saturday, she is “out with the girls” for the farmers market, lunch and shopping, which should take a while.
I reluctantly decline to join. “You know how much I love shopping, hon, but I have a noble duty to finish these house projects.”
“Uh huh, right” she snarks with a smile, rolling her eyes as she walks out to the car.
Bam. Just like that, I have several hours to catch up on maintenance of ALL types. With such a rare gift, I prioritize. Wasting no time as the garage door closes, I head right for the kitchen. Hydration is key, and I quench that thirst before reaching into the fridge for… a little friend. Plucking out a fresh, small Persian cucumber from a large pack, I rinse it and briefly warm it up just to take off the chill. Up to the bedroom, I close all drapes and doors and strip to my boxers in no time flat, through which my meaty member has awoken, standing at attention.
Most times I masturbate it begins with caressing and gently scratching my balls and “levering” my hardened cock side to side (think metronome), through the fabric of my thin, stretchy boxer briefs. With just the right amount of friction, I graze the sensitive head against the skin of my belly, while stimulating the frenulum by the soft fabric, which is simultaneously arousing, pleasurable and relaxing. Sitting in our lounge chair, I begin this familiar routine, while my mind wanders between pleasuring myself and imagining pleasuring my wife in the many ways we do.
I toss my head back and close my eyes as the feeling continues to ramp up, my glutes occasionally clenching as I ride the pleasure waves. This sweeping technique allows for a lot of “edging” and slow build up, as I pause, breathe, and go back to it with control. I continue for several more minutes of grazing my cock back and forth, while caressing my chest, nipples, thighs, and balls with my free hand.
Time to move into the master bathroom, where the more intimate enhancements are waiting. Stripping off my boxer briefs, I briefly stop to admire my throbbing manhood in the mirror. What a gift.
Spreading a towel on the floor, I take the smooth, approximately eight-inch cucumber (no I don’t have official anal toys yet) and generously squirt lubricant on it. This is clean, smooth, and long enough not to get stuck inside should things get out of control. Getting down on all fours, I begin to gently rub the tip of the cucumber around the perimeter of my anus, teasing myself. With a deep breath I slowly but firmly push the tip in to my waiting ass. I gasp slightly at the smooth entry and filling of my cavity. At about half way in, I slowly wiggle the end of the probe I’m grasping, nudging around the insides of my butt. My cock twitches. I take a dry washcloth and lay it into my asscrack, providing a covering to the end of the cucumber sticking out of my asshole, and a barrier against fluids, and slip my boxers back on over it all. Time for the massage chair.
We’re blessed to have a therapeutic reclining massager which, while it takes up a good amount of bedroom space, we agreed was worth it for the benefits. This chair features neck, back, arm, glute (!) and leg massaging.
I lay a towel down on the leather seat, carefully easing into it so as not to dislodge my ass plug. I press buttons on the control pad to start a “gentle” program sequence, with mild strength. It begins with a slow, firm rolling up the back, then the chair reclines me almost flat and the internal massaging roller arms start back down, alternating between kneading, shiatsu, and pulsing.
I return to casual cock levering as I anticipate the rollers moving down below my waist, thrumming deeply down into position under my buttocks. The chair begins the kneading sequence, and I steady my cock grip as the chair deftly but firmly works my ass cheeks through towel and fabric. The compression inexorably causes my anal cavity to squirm and squeeze firmly around the impaled cucumber, stimulating those nerve endings, pushing waves of delicious pleasure throughout my pelvic floor. I pull my underwear down freeing my attention-starved cock for some free stroking, but I take it easy, backing off often. The heightened stimulation from the buttock massage definitely has potential for pushing me over the edge before I’m ready.
This continues for 15 minutes, at which point the massage program ends, and the chair lifts back into upright position. I get up, grab another sip of water, and head toward the shower. Running the water a bit to let it heat up and get steamy, I reassess the state of my anal plug. Taking it out, I drench it with more lube and reinsert. I glance at our separate bathtub, chuckling at the memory of the time we attempted to make love in the bath. (How do couples connect the parts in a hard, confined bowl? Seriously!)
Grabbing the lube and moving into the shower, I close the glass door. After drenching myself under the rain of the shower, I switch the mode to the detachable spray head, switching the pressure to medium and the mode to “soft needles”. I sweep slowly over my crotch, the pulsing fingers of water gently grazing my cock and balls. It feels so good.
After several minutes, I decide its time bring this into the home stretch. I reach behind and wiggle my little friend a bit, then crouch down and ease myself into a sitting position, legs stretched out and comfortable, steam everywhere. I reach for the lube and pour out an ample helping, and start coating my head and shaft. While I slowly, almost lazily use my lubed-up hand to work my cock around like a joystick, I take the shower head and aim at my perineum, gently sweeping around, then back up to my now reddened testicles, which are straining against the pull of a very engorged, increasingly impatient cock.
I begin stroking my man meat slowly and deliberately now, while gently rocking back and forth on my ass plug as I feel it prod around inside me. The pressure is starting to build as my stroke velocity increases. My breathing ragged, I continue roving the spray over my balls, now jacking furiously. It won’t be long now. With multiple areas being subjected to unbridled stimulation, my cock, balls and anus feel like an interconnected triangle of knee-weakening electric pleasure arcs. Breathing faster, I stroke harder as climax approaches. Now there is no stopping this train. My chest and face go hot as deep inside, the cum begins to well up through my cock, pubic muscles start contracting, and I fly over the edge.
“Unnhhh Unnnhhh Uuuunnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh!”
I groan as wave after wave of pleasure pulses in, through and out of me. My jerking, throbbing cock, still held in slickened hand, furiously spurts jets of hot, white cum up onto my chest, neck, even my face a little. I arch my back, head twisting side to side as the bound tension is released in an epic wave of relief.
Still sitting on the shower floor, I lean back against the wall, and close my eyes while the water continues to run. I am thoroughly, utterly spent.
After ten minutes of simply resting in the afterglow, I clean up. Coming out of the bathroom, I check the time. Whoah, an hour of, eh, “maintenance”, well spent. I thank the Lord for the gift of our bodies, ponder briefly if the anal play is a step too far, then shrug it off and move to the next project on my to do list. 
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