Silent Weekend, Dirty Secrets

My wife, Anne, had left for a girls’ weekend retreat, leaving me and our hound dog, Buster, to manage the household and enjoy the solitude. After finishing the day's paperwork, I turned to my iPad, seeking refuge in the familiar world of Christian marriage intimacy websites. These sites often feature blogs and forums filled with advice from fellow believers on all aspects of sexual health and pleasure. A quick search for “prostate,” “prostate health,” and “prostate massage” led me to a particularly intriguing post.

The poster, identified only as “Brother Silas,” wrote, “My urologist strongly recommended that I ejaculate two to three times per week to maintain optimal prostate health. He believes that a man’s prostate naturally produces fluid crucial for reproduction. Consistent evacuation of the prostate is essential for men as they age. Libido tends to diminish with time, so regular intercourse or masturbation is necessary, even if the desire isn’t always present.”

Intrigued, I pondered his words. At 67, my libido had certainly waned. While Anne and I enjoyed Friday night sex, we rarely managed to achieve the recommended three times a week. I'd been drifting for days, longing for the familiar sensation of a full release. Brother Silas's suggestion sparked an idea, one that simultaneously piqued my interest and stirred my limp cock.

As I continued to read through the forum, my mind drifted from the digital pages to the physical reality of our bedroom. I remembered the previous week when Anne had snuggled beside me, whispering, “Let me jack you off tonight. My head is spinning with too many things to get ready for our retreat.” I had obliged, letting her take control and experience a rapid, intense climax.

Anne’s skill in guiding me to pleasure was legendary. She began by playfully flicking my left nipple with her tongue while simultaneously squeezing my chest muscle and gently twisting my right nipple. Next, she slowly moved her hand down my chest, passing over my stomach and then massaging my abdomen. As she did so, my cock began to swell and throb with increasing intensity. Anne then pressed down on my pubic bone with the heel of her hand, continuing to massage the area deeply. This technique, one we both found particularly stimulating, elicited the first moans of ecstatic delight.

My cock was begging for attention, and as my hand reached out to stroke my now-hardened member, Anne pushed it away firmly, stating, “No!” Instead of taking charge as usual, she bit down on my left nipple and reached for my boys to gently caress them lovingly. This tender moment felt strangely different, lacking the intense control that I usually experienced.

We discovered that applying pressure on her mons pubis area while I massaged my pubic region provided direct external stimulation to her g-spot and my p-spot, respectively. Anne seemed to understand this dynamic, recognizing my growing arousal. She shifted into high gear, her movements becoming more insistent and forceful.

Years ago, I had coached her on alternating between stimulating my perineum, squeezing my balls, and stretching out my sacrum, maximizing pleasure through controlled pain. Nothing ramped me up like a deep external massage on my prostate combined with pressure on the base of my cock and balls.

Anne continued her ministrations, applying relentless pressure until I began to squirm and spread my legs apart, giving her full access. Her grip around the base of my cock was so intense that a stream of pre-cum leaked out onto my stomach. I begged her, “Make me cum good!”

Anne complied, grabbing my stiff cock and stroking me with a rhythmic skill honed over decades of shared intimacy. Responding to my rising and urgent pleas of, “Make me cum! I’m going to cum! Harder! Oh, it feels so good! Fuck! Here it comes! Aha… I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” My beautiful Anne really knows how to deliver Hands-off Ecstasy!

As my mind turned away from the iPad and the suggestive content of the forums to fantasize about our last time together, my cock hardened, begging to pop out of my briefs. The thought of collecting the pre-cum dripping from my testicles on my fingers filled me with a potent surge of desire.

Without hesitation, I grabbed two bath towels, retrieved my prostate toy, and a tube of KY jelly, then headed out to our fully glassed-in four-season porch. The porch was secluded by towering trees and offered an intimate, private setting for my unusual pursuit. As I spread one towel out on the metal lounge chair with matching ottoman, the tip of my cock clung to a string of pre-cum. Quickly picking it up on my fingers and relishing the salty taste, I thought, “Wow, I haven’t been this uncontrollably horny since my 20s. Pretty impressive for a 67-year-old guy in great shape.”

Meanwhile, Buster slept soundly in the house, oblivious to my burgeoning arousal. As I prepared for my solo session, a thrill of excitement washed over me. This was a rare opportunity for self-exploration, a chance to indulge in my newly discovered passion for prostate stimulation.

With the sun streaming through the windows, I laid out the second towel as a comfortable support, then eased myself into the lounge chair. I positioned the crack of my ass over the towel roll, feeling the cool air on my skin. The sight of my hard cock, dripping with pre-cum, was both exhilarating and slightly disconcerting.

As I began to manipulate the prostate toy in my ass and on my prostate, a wave of pleasure and discomfort washed over me. The sensation of the toy’s pressure on my prostate, combined with the stretch and squeeze from my anal muscles, was surprisingly intense. The initial stiffness gradually subsided as the toy continued its work. My breathing quickened, my face flushed, and my body tensed with anticipation.

I felt a surge of desire, a primal urge to lose all inhibitions and experience the full extent of my pleasure. The world outside faded away, replaced by the intense focus on the sensations within my body. The sounds of the forest seemed distant and irrelevant as I surrendered to the moment.

As I continued my ministrations, I began to grind my hips against the lounge chair arms, pushing myself further into ecstasy. The rhythmic motion intensified the pleasure, bringing me closer to the brink of climax. My moans echoed through the porch, a testament to the intensity of my experience.

Finally, my body erupted in a series of explosive spasms, releasing a torrent of cum onto my stomach. The sensation was overwhelming, both pleasurable and painful, yet utterly captivating. It felt as though my entire being had been consumed by the pleasure, leaving me drained but satisfied. I looked down at Buster, who remained peacefully asleep, unaware of the intense release I had just experienced.

With renewed vigor, I resumed my ministrations, determined to reach a more profound level of pleasure. This time, I focused on the stimulation of my p-spot, applying pressure to the base of my cock and balls. The increased sensitivity brought a fresh wave of arousal, pushing me closer to the edge of another climax. My body responded with an even greater intensity, as my muscles tensed and writhed in anticipation.

As the final moments approached, I felt an overwhelming sense of release, a complete surrender to the power of my own body. The climax hit me with the force of a tidal wave, sending shockwaves through my system. Cum erupted from my testicles, coating my stomach in a glistening pool of fluid. My moans of ecstasy filled the porch, a testament to the intensity of the experience.

When the final spasm subsided, I lay there panting, exhausted but deeply satisfied. I glanced at the clock, realizing that I had spent nearly an hour in this intense session. My body ached, my muscles were sore, and my mind was racing with memories of the pleasure I had just experienced. It was a truly unforgettable night, a testament to the enduring power of human desire.

Looking out at the darkened woods, I knew that my pursuit of prostate pleasure had opened up a whole new world of sensation and exploration. The next time Anne returns, I'll be ready for another Hands-off Ecstasy. The memory of this experience will undoubtedly linger, reminding me of the potent connection between pleasure, intimacy, and the simple joys of life.

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