I almost made it the whole month without getting caught masturbating. For the last few years, I’ve made some attempt at celebrating “masturbation month” with my best effort at getting some alone time every day. This is the first year where I’ve gone twenty-eight straight days. And, it’s the first year when my darling husband surprised me right as things were getting hot.
I usually wait for him to leave for work, finish my coffee, and head back to the bedroom. I get all cozy, pull out a toy and get to the fun. On days I need to get to work, I use a variable vibe and put it straight on my clit. Those ten seconds from start to finish count, right? They’re not as fun as on those mornings when I have lots of time, but I still get to make the red “x” on my calendar.
For the last two weeks, I’ve been playing with some anal toys by myself, without saying anything to the hubby. My plan was to surprise him with my being ready to let him take the deep plunge, something he’s been requesting for years. I put him off because, well, I was worried I couldn’t accommodate him.
After reading up on it, I decided to train myself to enjoy anal before giving him his shot at it. So, here I was, all wet and primed, a dildo in my pussy, and the biggest plug from my anal training kit stretching me wide when he walks in on me indulging in a private dp. I was so into what I was doing, I had no idea he’d come home.
He stood in the doorway blinking at me. He actually turned around as if he wasn’t sure where he was before putting his hands on his hips and grinning. I felt so vulnerable and exposed, but I was also so close to coming that I had no shame.
I pulled out the dildo and tossed it aside, twisted the butt plug around, widening things as much as I could and crooked my finger at him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him undress so fast. All the training I’d done had me totally ready for the real thing. As he entered me from behind, I realized I’d managed to surprise him after all.