Came out of the closet to my wife that I’m solosexual

I’ve been wanting find the right opportunity for such a long time, and it finally presented itself and couldn’t have gone better!I just came back from vacation, one of the best we’ve ever had. Maybe the best moment of all was spontaneously coming out to my wife. We were finishing up a tour in the middle of the day. We were outside on a beautiful day in a large park setting, with many people around but no one in earshot (she’s very sensitive to that). We had a nice long kiss. About a minute later I told the kiss gave me a big boner (using exactly that term). I kept pushing, saying I was having trouble walking with three legs, could we go back to the hotel and I could take care of it?

Now, we haven’t fucked in almost 3 years. Her pussy pretty much dried up at menopause and fucking is painful. It took a long time but to admit it, but I’ve been a solosexual for the most part long before then. I love her as much as I ever have, but she’s never been very sexual even though we fucked a lot in our first few years. but I don’t think she’s initiated sex in almost 20 years, which frustrated me to no end until I discovered edging and gooning and changed my life forever through throwing myself full force into embracing increasing insatiable pursuit of glorious hedonistic pleasure from my dick.

But what’s been missing is physical closeness with my wife, and more importantly her not knowing what masturbation means to me. So back to where we left off.

She said she wasn’t prepared (i.e. had no lube) and “you’re not going to stick it in me”. That slung the door wide open and I marched right in. I said “I’m not asking you to. I want to hold you and kiss you while I masturbate.” She looked at me like I was nuts and said so: “What? You’re crazy!”

I continued on. “I think you know from the beginning that I am a very sexual person. I have to have sex, and I have to have it often. So I masturbate. A lot. A real lot. There are times, and now is one of them since we’ve been away for over a week, where I can barely concentrate unless I do.” I told her that she knows I have a Viagra prescription, so what did she think I was taking it for? I take it to masturbate!

She again said I was crazy. I said, then, in effect, you’ve been married to a crazy man for over 30 years. But I could tell she was coming around. Long story short, we went back to the hotel and went up to the room. I took off my pants, my dick hard and I started stroking it. I asked her to take off her clothes so I could kiss and feel her while I stroked. She did, and I could tell she was getting used to the idea. She even started laughing about it.

I kissed her, and felt up her beautiful fleshy butt. I fondled and kissed her chubby belly. And I stroked and stroked and stroked, harder and harder. She was getting into it! We kissed some more while I stroked. But I couldn’t cum, even after 20 minutes. We joked about that at my age (almost 60) I couldn’t cum as fast as I used to. Finally she said “Are you good now, can you concentrate?” In a laughing manner, exactly what I was hoping for. So I let her go, and she went into the bathroom and then came back out fully dressed. I was still beating off.

“You’re still going??” “Yes”, I gasped “It feels so good!” She shook her head and smiled “Well, OK!” I went for ten more minutes – furiously, with a goon face I wanted her to see – still didn’t cum and then stopped. I said something to the effect that I’ll finish later. Which I did that night, with a prolonged session in the bathroom after she went to bed.

I never even went near her pussy. I didn’t even have a desire to. I just wanted to stroke my own dick while I held her, because all I ever want to do is masturbate. IT WAS FUCKING GREAT!!

I knew from her comment the next day that she knew exactly what I was doing in the bathroom. She just made an offhand comment that I was in there a long time. And she’s totally fine with it! I think she’s even relieved. Our vacation picked up where it left off and I think our love for each other deepened. She later made another “so are you able to concentrate now?” comment later, and then later again said “i’m so glad you can concentrate!” joking comment making fun of her husband, the masturbator.

She understands my needs, is still not aware of the extent, width, breadth and true frequency of my masturbation, but maybe that will come later. I won’t rush it or push it. It’s far more important that she knows, accepts and now I think even supports that I’m a solosexual beatoff.

I’ve brought her in to my masturbation, my solosexuality. It was a giant step and I hope to build on it.

It has taken 40 minutes to type this because of course I’ve been masturbating the entire time! I am SO fucking hard!!

Questions and comments welcomed and encouraged!