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Watching me

My ex used to like watching me jerk off.

She knew I was watching porn (a lot) and wanted to know what it did for me that she doesn't.

I told her honestly, that it was nothing other than variety and technique. She was convinced it was because the models were so much prettier than her. And freakier.

I said I would masturbate to pictures of her. She was not willing to go that far, but I said the real thing is even better.

Show me, she said.

So I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. The mood was obviously not there, with her in sweats and me standing there with a limp dick.

She laughed at my boldness and the ridiculousness of it all.

Give me something to work with, I said.

She laughed again and mashed her boobs up and pulled her top down just far enough to show some cleavage.

That's more like i, I said starting to get into the mood. My cock was starting to grow under my manual administrations.

She let go of her shirt and punched my shoulder.

Can't get it up for me? I don't have that porn star fake plastic look? She taunted. Better go back to your porn, perv.

Beneath her joking I could tell she was a little bit hurt. Hurt that I wasn't instantly hard for her. But it honestly wasn't her. What could you expect in two minutes from nothing flat?

Just because I cum that quickly sometimes when we have sex doesn't mean I can get from zero to sixty that fast. When the engine is already revved that's a different thing. I realised she had probably never seem me get aroused because I was almost always ready to go by the time she got my pants down -- which was usually after we'd already been kissing and I'd probably already been grabbing her ass and playing with her tits and gotten her naked and all hit and bothered before my pants came off.

That was the end of it for several weeks. Until one day while we were making out and I remember vividly she was in her blue nighty, laying on the bed, her nipples poking through, her cheeks flushed red, and one knee up.

We broke from kissing and I stood up to take off my t-shirt, gazing at her body. My cock was obviously swollen in my jeans and as I undid my belt she said, show me what you got, big boy.

My pants dropped, my cock came out, swollen and hard, bright red at the tip, and I held it up for her to see.

Is this what you want to see, I asked, with a twinkle in my eye.

Oh yeah, she said. Jerk it for me.

That night I stood over her, admiring her body, and jerked off for her for a full 15-20 minutes. She got bored, closed her eyes, but kept looking back, smiling occasionally, licking her lips. Her eyelids half closed, she kept her eyes fixed on my cock as I stroked furiously.

She never once touched herself, but her cheeks flushed and her chest had red spots.

Cum for me baby, show me how much cum you have for me.

And I did. There wasn't much. I'd masturbated to porn that morning, and I actually had a little performance anxiety about being able to keep it up.

But she'd discovered a new favorite pastime. She usually didn't want me to cum on her, and she didn't want to deny me. Often she'd get so turned on while I masturbated that she would demand that I fill her up and pound her hard.

If I came first. I'd spoon with her and play with her, and her hardest orgasms were when I rub her clit after jerking off in front if her.

I got to be a real exhibitionist and she loved it when I'd pull out my cock on a discrete beach or trail or empty room and show her what I was thinking of.

Then one day she had a friend over. I was in and out if the back yard, barbecueing, and caught snatches of their conversation.

Seems she'd broken up with a guy over his porn habit. My wife was firmly on the it's no big deal side, and I started listening more carefully. She was defending porn, which was definitely a change for her.

Her friend said that her boyfriend masturbated to porn so much that he couldn't keep it up for her and she wasn't getting satisfied.

I was making up reasons to come back inside --forgot the salt, need a knife-- and lingered listening from the kitchen.

Levi masturbates and I don't mind, my wife blurted out.

I think I dropped something.

Isn't that right honey? She called.

I was out the door. Need to get the ribs before they burn I said.

We had a good meal, and the conversation went elsewhere. I cleared the dishes and we all settled into the front room.

I was just telling Mindy (we'll call her) that you jerk off to porn all the time. And that I don't mind.

He's a regular perv, she added aside to her friend. My wife and Mindy had and awkward laugh at my expense.

Have you ever caught him, you know, Mindy asked, making the motion.

Well, no she said, not caught him in the act, but I've seen his browser history. And I've watched him, you know, my wife said, making the motion herself.

She laughed again but Mindy was a bit shocked. And speechless.

Cone on, show us how you choke the chicken, she said.

Spank the monkey added Mindy, regaining her composure.

Show us how you play with yourself.

I laughed too, deciding to roll with the punches. I made a fist in my shorts and pretended to jerk off.

The mood lightened, and I settled back down.

Come on big boy, let Mindy see what you got.

Show us your big cock, said Mindy. I dare you.

I looked from one to the other. Things had just gotten tense again.

I whipped it out, did three quick strokes and tucked it back in my shorts.

They laughed. Don't be shy, my wife said. She reached over and pulled on my waistband.

Big boy? said Mindy, with an arched eyebrow. That's not the nickname I'd use.

They laughed again at my expense.

Now my pride was stung and I was determined to prove my manhood.

I pulled my cock out and started stroking in earnest. I looked at Mindy's soft features and contrasted them with my wife's angular face. I thought about what it would be like to fuck her and I started to get hard.

He's undressing you with his eyes, my wife said. Oh my god.

The both laughed, a bit nervously.

The continued joking, but kept watching. Touch it she said to my wife.

My wife took my cock in her hand and gave it a pull.

Do you want to touch it? I asked, looking at Mindy. She laughed and shook her head.

A minute or so later I was totally into it, rocking my hips and thrusting into my partly closed fist.

Mindy tugged at her collar. Getting warm in here I asked her? She looked at my wife, looked at me, and then reached over slowly and touched the tip of my cock with one finger.

Her hand shot back immediately, but a minute later she took it gently between her thumb and forefinger and started to rub the foreskin up and down on my shaft.

The girls joked. But they kept coming back to play with it more. And then Mindy bent her head down, looked at it, and then gave my cock one little lick.

And then they were taking turns sucking me, drooling spit and using it as lube to stroke my shaft.

I think my wife was holding it, but I like to imagine it was Mindy, tugging on my well lubricated cock, as I shot my load in one burst, straight up into the air and spilling all over my lap and splattering her wrist and hands, and maybe getting a little in her hair.

Since then, I've performed for many women and they all laugh at first, feign disinterest, but watch intently. Eventually they touch it, then hold it, then kiss it, then suck with all their might, even the ones who swear they never give or don't like to give blow jobs.