The Challenge: Fifteen Days Alone

I woke up a little before nine, only to find Ben not in bed. I stretched, then smiled as I thought about the fun we had the night before. Then I remembered about the two of us agreeing to do the “Masturbation Challenge.” “Wow! Fifteen days without his cock in my pussy!” I said to myself. I began to wonder if I had enough will power. I got out of bed to look for Ben and found him dressed and changing the oil in his truck. So I fixed myself a bite to eat, then began reading a book I had bought the week before as I sat at the kitchen table. About forty-five minutes later, Ben walked through the front door and informed me that he was going over to our daughter Kristie’s apartment. “I told her I would come by and fix her sofa,” he said. One of the back legs broke or something. I shouldn’t be very long.” He gave me a kiss before heading out the door. After he left, I settled on the couch to read my book. I guess I dozed off because the next thing I knew, Ben was waking me. “Hey, baby! You hungry? Want me to grill up a couple of burgers?” He said. “That sounds good,” I replied as I sit up on the couch and try to wake from my unintended nap. “Okay! I am gonna take a quick shower. You mind making the patties?” he said, heading to the bathroom. “Sure!” I replied as I got up from the sofa. After making a couple of patties from the hamburger meat he had brought home with him, I walked to the bathroom to get the dirty clothes basket. Ben was still in the shower. A naughty thought ran through my mind, and I smiled. I then decided to have a little fun. “Hey, babe!” I said as I leaned against the lavatory. The excitement of what I had in mind sent a warm tingle through my body, and I teasingly ran my hand over my breast. “Yeah! What you need?” He said, then poked his head out through the shower curtain. “Are you beating your meat?” I replied as I continued to stimulate my breast with my fingers, causing my nipples to become erect and an erotic warmth to spread between my legs. Ben was silent for a moment, kind of taken aback by my question, I guess. A smile crossed his lips as he saw me engaging in breast play. He then said, “Uh, no! Why do you ask?” “I just know how you are—how you like to jerk off in the shower. You’re such a naughty boy!” I said, then yanked the shower curtain open. A little bit of soap ran down his torso, and I noticed that his cock was starting to thicken rather quickly. The water cascading down his muscular frame made him look especially delicious to my lustful eyes. Any other time, I would have gotten in with him and sucked his dick or asked him to fuck me right there on the bathroom floor. Believe me, I was so tempted. But we had decided to take the masturbation challenge, so I refrained from doing so. “Do it for me, baby! Play with your dick! I want to watch you jack off,” I said as I put the lid down on the toilet and had a seat. “Seriously?” he replied with a slight chuckle. “What? You need some inspiration?” I said, then opened my legs and began running my fingers through my pubic bush. I could see his cock was now fully erect as he watched me start to finger myself. “Damn! Baby, you are one horny bitch!” Ben said as he lathered his hands with soap and grasped his cock. “Yes, I am! And you make me that way! That’s it! Jerk your meat! My pussy is getting so wet, baby,” I said as I watched Ben perform for me. Ben kept his eyes on me as he stroked his beautiful cock in a slow, steady motion. He looked so hot, and my desire to cum grew stronger. I began to rub my clit vigorously as I watched him. “Fuck!” Ben groaned as he began stroking faster, his other hand now holding his balls. “Oh, baby! Yes!” I panted as I fingered my clit, then slipped a couple of fingers into my now dripping cunt. Ben turned off the water and steadied himself with one arm against the shower wall as he pumped his cock. His large arm muscles flexed as he stroked, and his whole body seemed to strain as he worked towards release. My own hand was now furiously rubbing my clit, and I could feel my orgasm starting to swell inside me. “Oh God! I’m gonna cum! Oh, baby, I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming! Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhhh- Yesss! Yesss !” I squealed as I came. That was all Ben needed, and he let out a deep groan as spurt after spurt of his cum shot from his dick and landed on the shower floor. The toilet seat was wet with my juices as I stood, wiped myself, then cleaned the toilet seat with a damp rag. Ben rinsed and stepped out of the shower and proceeded to dry himself. His cock had lost his stiffness and lay over his now empty balls like a sleeping snake. “You are a naughty boy! And I love it!” I said with a wink and kissed him before exiting the bathroom. Monday morning: I had left early that morning to clean up around the camp. I busied myself by cleaning up around the house and also the pool house. As I cleaned the pool house, I found a book that I had forgotten we had: “Sexual Positions: An Illustrated Guide” by the Kinsey Institute. Ben and I purchased it years ago. Now, the book contains explicit full-color photographs of a couple (married, according to Kinsey) engaging in various sex positions, from missionary to anal to blowjobs with descriptions and instructions added by Kinsey experts. It even had a section on male and female masturbation. When I say explicit, I mean it showed PIV. Ben always called it “Porn by Science.” Anyway, I sat on the loveseat in the poolhouse and thumbed through it. I don’t have to tell you that looking at the pictures started to turn me on. My hand soon found its way to my pussy, and I began fingering myself. It felt good, and I was getting into my jilling session when I heard someone call out my name. “Gina! Gina! You home, honey?” said the voice. I knew that voice; it was Mrs. Rose. I forgot she was coming over. Mrs. Rose is a client of mine and a dear friend. Since my mom passed, she has become like a mother to me. “Just a minute!” I shouted as I grabbed a rag from the poolhouse bathroom and wiped my cunt. Gaining my composure, I opened the poolhouse door and walked out. I was nude, of course, but Mrs. Rose and her husband are also into nudism. She just turned seventy, and her now-second husband is nine years younger. “Hey, dear! I hope you don’t mind my letting myself in, but your door was open. I didn’t come at a bad time, did I?” Mrs. Rose said. “Oh, no! It’s fine. To be honest, I forgot you were coming. I was just doing a bit of cleaning,” I replied. “I see. You look a little flushed dear, are you feeling okay?” She said. “I’m fine! Just hot from cleaning. How have you been?” I replied. She smiled and said, “That’s good. Sweetheart, either you’re extremely excited to see me, or you really love cleaning house. ” Her eyes drifted to my breasts. It was then I realized that both my nipples were erect and sticking out proudly. I must have turned six shades of red. It generally takes a lot to embarrass me, but this was Mrs. Rose. “It’s okay, darlin’! It happens! Unless I did interrupt something,” she said with a grin. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry, Rose!” I said as I continued to laugh. “Oh, my word! I am so sorry, honey!” She replied, then laughed. “Oh, it’s okay! I don’t know why I am so embarrassed! I feel so silly!” I said, finally gaining my composure again. “It’s okay, dear! Did you at least get your fun?” she replied. “You mean, did I cum? No, ma’am. I hadn’t been doing it long. It’s okay, though. Shall we go do your hair now?” I said. We walked into the house, and I slipped on an apron and got her all fixed up. “When was the last time you got your hair done by a nude stylist?” I said with a chuckle. “It’s definitely a first, my dear!” Mrs. Rose replied with a smile. She offered to pay, but I refused to accept it. “Thank you for doing this for me, dear!” she said as she grabbed her purse, then kissed me gently on the cheek. “You’re welcome! Anytime!” I replied and patted her arm. “You be careful going home!” she said with a wink. I laughed and replied, “Yes, ma’am!” As she left, I went back and finished cleaning the pool house. I then brought the book into the house and put it up in our bedroom closet. Later that night: As Ben and I lay in bed, I told him about the incident with Mrs. Rose, and we both had a good laugh. “So, did you finish fluffing the kitty after she left?” Ben asked with a smile. I laughed and said, “No, kinda killed the mood.” “I see. Kind of a boner killer, I guess!” He replied. “You rest. I love you!” I said, then kissed him. I got out of bed and took my bullet vibe from our toy box under our bed. “Hey, where you going?” he said as I started to leave the room. “Going up front. Don’t want to keep you awake,” I replied. “You’re not gonna bother me! Come back to bed,” Ben replied. “No, you sleep! I will be back soon!” I said, then shut the bedroom door. I walked to the hallway bathroom and grabbed a towel. Then I went into the living room and poured myself a glass of wine. I spread the towel on the couch and lit a rosemary-scented candle that sat on the coffee table. Taking a sip of my wine, I lay on the couch with the towel under my ass. I began by fondling and caressing my breasts, running a moistened finger over my nipples, which caused them to stiffen. As I remembered the events of earlier that day, I couldn’t hold back a chuckle. I ran my hands along my torso in a feathery motion, then back up to my breast, then did the same along my inner thighs. My body shivered, and as it tickled a little, I couldn’t help but giggle slightly. Put my hand to my pussy, I ran my fingers through my pubic bush. I moaned softly as my fingers traveled over my outer lips, then back up. I did it again, this time flicking my clit with my finger briefly. My pussy had become nice and wet by this time. “You’re wet, girl! You horny little slut!” Ben shouted, then grabbed his cock, a playful glint in his eyes. “Yes, I am! And you make me that way! That’s it! Jerk your meat! My pussy is getting so wet, baby,” I said as I watched Ben perform for me. Ben kept his eyes on me as he stroked his beautiful cock in a slow, steady motion. He looked so hot, and my desire to cum grew stronger. I began to rub my clit vigorously as I watched him. “Fuck!” Ben groaned as he began stroking faster, his other hand now holding his balls. “Oh, baby! Yes!” I panted as I fingered my clit, then slipped a couple of fingers into my now dripping cunt. Ben turned off the water and steadied himself with one arm against the shower wall as he pumped his cock. His large arm muscles flexed as he stroked, and his whole body seemed to strain as he worked towards release. My own hand was now furiously rubbing my clit, and I could feel my orgasm starting to swell inside me. “Oh God! I’m gonna cum! Oh, baby, I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming! Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhhh- Yesss! Yesss !” I squealed as I came. That was all Ben needed, and he let out a deep groan as spurt after spurt of his cum shot from his dick and landed on the shower floor. The toilet seat was wet with my juices as I stood, wiped myself, then cleaned the toilet seat with a damp rag. Ben rinsed and stepped out of the shower and proceeded to dry himself. His cock had lost his stiffness and lay over his now empty balls like a sleeping snake. “You are a naughty boy! And I love it!” I said with a wink and kissed him before exiting the bathroom.

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