My husband of four years John, hates me masturbating if he's not there to watch or join in. He thinks it's a form of cheating and we've had major arguments over it. The thing is, I'm far more sexually needy than him (He's 43). In fact I find myself wanting to masturbate at least once a day, sometimes a lot more if John is working away. Which he does every fourth week out of every six week rotation. Johns idea of a healthy sex life, now, is possibly having sex once a week and that to him is a lot.
I bought and hid away two dildos and a vibrator in the middle of last year, which I used when he wasn't home. I'd take a shower lay on the bed or sofa and fuck myself for hours sometimes, making myself cum multiple times, often finishing my days sex by dildoing myself in the shower again afterwards. Then only two months ago, John found them and an almighty shouting match ensued.
John slapped me hard, busting my lip and making head spin after I told him his cock wasn't enough to satisfy me. When he calmed down, he told me never to use a dildo again.
So I haven't.
Instead I called up the cheeky young guy who delivered them to our home. He's only twenty two, but he's got more sexual drive in one day, than John has all year. He'd delivered similar items to other women and men. And knew what the small plain parcels contained. He made some kind of joke to me about not getting enough when he delivered the dildos and vibrator, and at the time I was going to report him for possibly looking through peoples private stuff.
I'm so glad I didn't now, as every week his final drop off of that day, is his semen inside my mouth, pussy or asshole. Other than his cum, there is nothing for John to find. I get to have all the sex I can handle from someone who if anything, wants to fuck more than I do.
The way I see it, John has his once a week five minute fumble. And I have sex whenever my delivery guy is in the area. And considering he lives only three blocks away. That's pretty much all the time.