I’ve always been somewhat of a compulsive masturbator. If preparations meets opportunity, I always get lucky with myself. I used to have a girlfriend that lived in a big rental house with two other single women. I didn’t live with her full time, but I was there most of the time. I often ate meals, changed clothes/showered there, etc. I was basically a part time roommate.
One morning, I was the last one in the house. Everyone had left for work, but I had the day off or something and slept until the house was empty. I turned on the shower to get the warm water going, then walked nude downstairs to the kitchen and started the coffee brewing. Then I put on some music (loud) and went back upstairs to take a shower.
I left the bathroom door open so I could hear the music, and shut the glass shower door. Not surprisingly, after a minute of warm water hitting me the right way, I got an erection. I stepped out of the shower and took a bottle of baby oil from the cabinet, then returned to the steamy shower for a nice jack off session.
I stood with the water spraying my back and running down over my ass as I slowly stroked my cock, little by little coaxing the eventual burst of ecstasy. I like to stand just in the right way so a little stream of water can trickle down the crack if my butt and tickle my asshole as I stroke just slow enough to keep from shooting my load.
Finally, the climax came. I pointed my cock straight up to see how far up my chest I could shoot my cum. Sometimes, I can even hit my face. After an intense orgasm, I turned to face the shower and started soaping myself up.
As I turned, I thought I saw a movement or shadow or something through the fogged glass shower door and the open bathroom door, down the short hallway to the stairs. But everyone was gone, so I just quickly finished up my shower so I could go have some coffee. I opened the shower, located a towel, and swabbed the water off myself. I glanced down the hall again as I was wrapping the towel around my waist.
I saw my girlfriend’s roommate standing halfway down the steps with only her head visible and a huge smile on her face. She looked like she had been backing down the stairs, but when I noticed her she slowly started back up the stairs. “Oh, hi” she said.
I asked her how long she had been standing there, and she said she was just walking up the steps. She had forgotten something she needed for work and came back for it. I was probably beet red with embarrassment, but I remained composed. I told her I was going downstairs for some coffee and invited her to join me. I didn’t bother to put on clothes. I just kept the towel on to see what would happen.
When we got to the kitchen, I asked her if she had really just come up the stairs or if she had seen me in the shower. She shook her head no and with a big grin began nodding yes until she blurted out “I saw the whole thing!”
I said “Oh, no!” and she said “it was sooo hot!”
We never told my girlfriend. Every single time I saw the roommate after that day, we would look knowingly at each other. Like: I know you know what I know you know….
Eventually, it happened again. This time, the roomate just came into the bathroom in her bra and panties. She sat on the commode lid and slid her hand down into her panties and fingered herself while she watched me.
I opened the shower door so she could clearly see my hand going up and down. No words, only the sound of the shower. Saw me edging and started moving her hand faster, which made me stroke harder and faster until we both came.
After a minute of catching our breath, I turned off the shower and tried to think of what to say. At that moment she said: “I want to do this more often. Like all the time.”
I told her I was hoping she would say that. I asked her: “Are you afraid of getting caught? Do you want to get caught? Tracy would probably not mind this so much but would be really mad if we do it secretly. What about Phil?”
“He would be pissed, but would probably be into a four way. I just want to this. Alone with you, ” she said.
“Yeah. Me too. This is a huge turn on for me. Just us, like this, ” I said.
We began a regular mutual masturbation affair. Whenever we got a chance, we watched each other masturbate. Sometimes we watched porn and masturbated for each other. She would watch me jack off to some video that turned her on and vice versa.
We never had intercourse. Only masturbation and occasionally oral sex. Some about the voyeuristic and exhibitionist give and take was exhilarating for us.
I asked her to watch me in semi-public places, outdoors. We checked off all our masturbation fantasy boxes together. One by one.
Eventually, I lost the desire to have sex with my girlfriend. I asked her to watch me jack off. And she did. Enthusiastically. But she did it for me. It didn’t turn her on like it did her roommate. We coasted to a stop and quit dating on good terms.
Now, the roommate and I had no reason to be around each other. We couldn’t go out for some groceries and sneak in a quickie. We couldn’t catch each other in the shower or watch porn together are everyone else was asleep.
I don’t know if this changed everything or our perverse cheating relationship just ran its course. But, I do know it changed everything for me. I can’t go back to a “normal” relationship or sex life. I get off on being watched masturbating almost exclusively, or sometimes by having sex in front of others or where I might be caught.
Swingers clubs or other fetish groups have filled some of the void. I have met some women up for a kinky adventure, but no long term relationships. I am a sex addict living for my next fix.