controversial topic in today’s society. While men are more known for doing it than women are and often condemned for it—because certain pervs out there take pleasure in pulling out their penises in front of women—women do it, too. In relationships, however, things get even more complex. I can't speak on other people’s situations, but Becky is more conservative when it comes to this. Like some women, she doesn't like the idea of me masturbating to images of other women. I can understand that, I suppose, although I don't think masturbating to porn constitutes cheating by any stretch of the imagination. Out of respect for Becky’s wishes, I won’t open the internet browser on my phone and go to Pornhub, but I do take out my phone and go to the photo gallery.
Before Becky and I moved in together, we were just as adventurous and lustful as any teenage couple. We would sext when we weren't able to go see each other, and Becky didn't shy away from sending videos of her being naughty to help carry me over until then next time we were together. That kind of thing has come to a stop now that we live together and get to have sex whenever we want, but I played it smart and kept every picture and video Becky ever sent me. It seems that decision was one of absolute brilliance as I open my phone, scroll to the bottom of my photo app, press the button entitled Hidden, and am greeted by dozens of pictures and videos of Becky in the nude.
There looks to be about forty thumbnails, and fifteen or so are videos of Becky rubbing her clit, flashing her breasts, or bending over and spreading her butt cheeks apart. There are two videos in particular where Becky doesn't just rub her clit, she inserts a dildo and caresses herself to orgasm while staring directly into the camera. It’s as if she’s staring right into my eyes as she comes, and just seeing the still of the videos is enough to stiffen my cock.
Dr. Colson told me he was giving me a prescription when he suggested I masturbate, and while I could ignore that and try to get through this rough patch in my sex life all on my own, I think I’ll take the therapist’s advice and take my first dose of his prescription. With just under an hour now until Becky gets home, I reach into my shorts and wrap my hand around my stiffening cock as I open the first video of Becky with the pink dildo.
The video begins to play, and I get a full view of my insanely beautiful woman. She’s naked and laying atop white sheets on the bed she owned before we moved in together. Her brown hair is free-falling and lying on the bed behind and beside her, her breasts are perky and full, and her pussy is obviously wet, as I can see the sheen on the dildo as it slides in and out of her.
The sound of her moaning reaches out from the screen and wraps around my cock like a hand of its own, and I respond by stroking my shaft. I go slow at first, mimicking the speed Becky uses in front of me. Just seeing her gorgeous face and body with her legs spread already feels like I’m on the verge, and I pull my hand away from my cock so I don't come too soon. Just like Dr. Colson said, I can practice control by pulling away. I feel the orgasm recede like waves pulling away from the shore. Once it’s gone, I’m free to begin again.
This time, I grab some lotion and add it to the situation, coating my erection with it so that each time I stroke it, it’s as slick as Becky’s pussy when we have sex. This feels as close to the real thing as I can get. My dick fills with blood until there’s no room left. I’m fully engorged when I begin stroking again. Becky penetrates herself with the dildo with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other.
“It feels so good, baby,” she says from the phone, her voice soft and sultry. She’s not here with me, but she’s still talking to me, still able to turn me on, even from the past.
“I wish you were here with me,” she says, and I feel myself wishing for the same thing as if she’s not about