Angie walked in on me masturbating a few evenings ago. I was in my usual spot in our bathroom, seated in front of the full-length mirror which is affixed to the rear of our toilet room door. I'd gotten out of bed quietly before slipping into the bathroom, stripped down (I only wear skivvies to bed), lit a candle and gone to work.
"What are you doing?"
For the past 26-years of our marriage, this has been her knee-jerk response to every single unexpected masturbation encounter.
"I'm masturbating."
This was all I knew to say.
From there, she admitted needing to pee. Hence, I scooted my petite chair over enough for her to get by. She peed and then returned to bed.
Within five or so minutes, I could hear her quiet snores. And then I returned to it.
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For many wives, an encounter like this one (between themselves & their husbands) would have wielded a much different response. But for Angie and I, her tepid response is rooted in how insignificant sex is for she and I as husband / wife. And, it isn't like we're anomalous in this regard. I believe most middle-aged couples (who've the tenure she and I do), have built their marriages on far more significant experiences than jumping up and down on top of each other, performing cunninlingus / fellatio.
Too, Angie had a stroke a few years back. A stroke which has left her disabled. As such, she is not the same physically as she was prior to (5/29/00).
And, I really benefit from bisecting myself (via reflection) whilst occasionally masturbating. It helps me to offset that void.
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The next day she asked me what chair I was using to sit in whilst masturbating. I told her, and she was not at all happy.
"Keep your nasty butt out of my chair."
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