In the eyes of most people, I appear shy in public, although I am friendly and considerate. They don't know that behind my quiet appearance lies a sex addict. I simply can't stop! Sometimes, I just can't help thinking about my penis. Maybe I haven't completely lost control yet, but I think about it at least twenty times a day. I imagine what it looks like, how it feels between my legs, in my briefs or boxer shorts. I even imagine the feeling of touching it more. I masturbate for most of my life, and since I can remember, I masturbate at least once a day, and sometimes even more.

Now, as a happily married man, I have been married for over 28 years, but I still have to admit that my most intense orgasms are those I enjoy alone. I usually masturbate at least four or five times a week, and on good days, I do it almost every day. I think my wife has no problem with my masturbation, but we have never discussed this matter. When the children were still at home, for several years I struggled to find enough private space to enjoy a thrilling and exciting masturbation session, but it has always been an important part of my sex life. Now, I can look forward to those moments and plan how to enjoy more pleasure with my penis!

Although I have never really documented my masturbation experiences, I would like to recall them and share with you how important masturbation is to me.

I returned to the city after a one-week business trip. I caught an earlier flight and arrived home about an hour earlier than planned. After paying the taxi fare and carrying my bag and briefcase into the house, I heard the sound of a shower coming from the upstairs bedroom. I walked up the corridor, smiling the whole way, thinking of sneaking up to my wife. Maybe I could sneak a peek first and then announce that I'm home. I had missed her very much during the past week.

As I reached the bedroom door, I looked out at the bathroom. To my surprise, the door was slightly ajar. I smiled even wider because I knew that this way I could easily peek inside for a couple of minutes and see my wife in the glass shower. I placed my bag on the bed and then walked towards the bathroom. At the door, I slowly leaned into the three or four-inch gap, and in the large mirror above the sink, I saw my reflection.

At that moment, the emotions in my heart went far beyond just surprise. Shock also played a part in my reaction, but seeing her plain and unadorned appearance, I was absolutely shocked. This better describes my feelings. She was there, leaning against the wall of the shower cubicle, and the handheld shower massage device was placed between her parted legs!

I have always wondered if my wife engages in masturbation, but during the twenty-eight wonderful years we spent together, we never discussed this topic. I didn't bring up the issue because I thought it was a very private matter for her, and she had the right to do it or not as she wished. Our sex life has always been wonderful, and I didn't think it was necessary to disturb a good thing. Although I once fantasized about Mary Ann masturbating in front of me, I never imagined she would do it like that.

Therefore, although I wasn't surprised by my wife's nudity while taking a shower, I was extremely astonished when I saw her masturbating in her most sexy manner right in front of me!

Suddenly, I remembered that in the past, when I masturbated while taking a bath - I did it quite often - I always felt in a rush and didn't enjoy it as much. But there was one thing I could usually do, and that was to make more noise. Although I couldn't take it slowly, I really enjoyed it, and my orgasms were usually accompanied by grunts and moans, which actually enhanced the experience. Don't worry about your sounds making you more excited. Of course, closing the door can only block out a little bit of sound!

As my wife became more and more engaged, her movements became stronger and more pronounced. Her breathing grew louder, mingled with soft moans and sighs. Her voice was actually just a whisper, but in the bathroom, she seemed to be panting excitedly in large gulps.

At that time, I had already unzipped my pants and taken off my underwear. I gently caressed my wife and watched her unconsciously masturbating in front of me. However, I was still very careful not to move too much. I still didn't want to expose the fact that I was spying. I realized that if I could see Mary Ann in the mirror, she could easily look up and see my reflection. If she saw it, she would clearly see that I was peeping at her, and, if that wasn't bad enough, she would also masturbate while looking at her naked body and her secret erotic performance.

Yes, I realized that, but I really didn't care; I was extremely excited at that time.

When I stroked the hardest penis, I saw my wife leaning against the wall of the bathtub, directing the shower massager directly at her crotch. I'm sure she was constantly stimulating her enticing clitoris. About two minutes later, a concentrated expression appeared on her face and she began to move back and forth. She arched her back, her mouth wide open, like a big "O" shape. She maintained that position, only tilting her cute buttocks forward, allowing her private parts to get closer and closer to the steady stream between her legs.

Marianne closed her eyes, her face radiating the growing sexual pleasure within her.

When my penis swelled in my hand, I shared this intimate feeling.

Suddenly, her movements changed.

Mary Ann forcefully thrust her hips forward, as if caressing herself with a steady stream of water. However, just after a minute of this intense self-pleasure, she stopped thrusting, as if her entire body was tensed. The next moment, she gave a sudden jerk, although she frowned as if trying to suppress a moan, the moan still burst out from her lips: "Um!"

That groan grew louder and louder, until it finally turned into a wild, ecstatic shout.

I saw the beautiful face of my wife showing signs of excitement and panting. I was completely entranced and filled with a sense of awe at the sexual desire. I watched as she burst into waves of pelvic contractions. I gritted my teeth and refrained from reaching out too far, afraid of bumping into the door several inches away. I knew that Mary Ann didn't expect me to stand outside and peek through the crack, so I was trembling with excitement, gently masturbating while still being able to appreciate her sexually exposed body.

All of this was too much for me. Watching her swollen and moist vaginal lips opening wide, I tensed up, and the low moans from her echoed in my ears. I moved down a little, my buttocks arching upwards, imitating the action of thrusting my penis deep between her moist and pink lips, penetrating my lovely wife's body. I stared fixedly at the dark and moist part of her hip, watching it twitch repeatedly.

Her orgasms came one after another, and she was gasping for breath. I had never made her experience such a reaction before - whether with my hard penis, my fingers, or my eager tongue. But instead of feeling jealous, I was immersed in her ecstasy. As she reached her climax, she twisted her body, and I lifted my feet and also reached my climax. I tried to remain quiet, but when the first contraction hit, I took a sharp breath and then let out a clear sigh.

I swear, the first ejaculation hit the bathroom door and it shook slightly. I closed my eyes, held my breath, and sprayed over and over again, feeling the semen gushing out and hearing it splash onto the door on my side.

When I opened my eyes, apart from being exhausted and feeling satisfied, I was shocked. I looked down and found that my semen had sprayed onto the bathroom door. But what surprised me the most was the quantity of the semen; to be honest, it seemed that I had sprayed a cupful of milky-white semen onto the door! I think my longing for my beautiful wife was even stronger than I had imagined.

For a while, I remained still and didn't make any sound.

Then I heard a loud exhalation and a clear "mmmm" sound coming from the bathroom. It was Mary Ann. She sounded very satisfied. Her orgasm must have been wonderful.

I watched her wash her hands and legs.

This made me realize that I still had some things to deal with. I took out a handkerchief from my pocket, quickly wiping it clean, trying my best to wipe it clean, while firmly grasping the door handle to prevent the bathroom door from moving and exposing my whereabouts.

Suddenly, the shower stopped. I was so startled that I froze for a moment.

Then I staggered backward, while awkwardly pulling up my underwear and pants.

I left the bedroom, straightened up, threw the stained handkerchief into the spare bathroom, and then turned around.

I shouted loudly, "Dear, I'm back!"

I walked back to the bedroom and entered the bathroom. My wife was still standing in the shower, with an embarrassed expression on her face that was almost comical. Of course, she didn't know that I had just watched her perform a truly spectacular solo show, but she must have turned red.

I handed her a bath towel, smiling, and hungrily looked up and down at her beautiful naked body. "I'm sorry I didn't come home earlier to be with you all."

At this thought, her face immediately turned red.

I gave a very evil and very cunning smile.