Gripping harder, he strokes the foreskin back and forth across the glans.

Tim’s palm cupped around the shaft creating a tight ring. God I love his dick! Thanks to the soap, his hand slips so easily back and forth across the ridge of the head. I study this in detail, making mental notes for later, hoping that soon I’ll get the chance to try it out myself: copying the same angle, the same grip, the same exact length of quick, pleasurable strokes. I can tell they’re pleasurable because he’s doing this beautiful thing now where he purses his lips in concentration. Taking note of the strength in his forearms, they were tense with the effort. He is so perfectly complemented by the relaxed muscles at his shoulders and chest, which jiggle slightly from the movement as he rubs.

He turned to grip the showerhead.

The water runs down the front of his body, letting me revel in the sight of the water pouring down over his chest.  If anything, it seems even harder now. His head so tight I can almost sense how much it aches as he pushes it against the cool marble of the bathroom wall.  While his dick may be hard, it is still flesh, still tuned in purely to what feels good. Seeing his erection trapped against the tiles is almost enough to make me pause the video, breathless and keen to release, dipping my fingers into my own wetness for a moment of appreciation for this slippery, soaped-up, stunningly sexual man.

 I’m distracted once again by details.

The way he grips the shower rail. One hand firmly clamping onto it, as if to give himself purchase so he can stroke his dick even harder. With each second that goes by, another layer of performance melts away and he relaxes into the immediate physical sensations and the joy of accomplished solo masturbation. When he closes his eyes and focuses only on his own movements, it’s like there is nothing and no one else in the world, just him. I love his dick, and the surging race to climax that grows more urgent with each sharp stroke of it.

The strokes themselves are only highlighted by our wedding ring.

It’s partly about ownership, of course: there’s a thrill in seeing something so aggressively sexual and being able to hug to yourself the knowledge that it’s being done solely for your own enjoyment—this hot man is mine! He’s doing this for me! There are other reasons too, though. I’m not the only person who understands the value of adornment. Rings, watches, bracelets… any embellishment to someone’s hands elevates the visual beauty of watching them masturbate, and so is even more likely to have me panting with need. The ring emphasizes the exact position of his fingers as they hold the shaft, as well as each vigorous upstroke—tugging with greater force now that he’s closer to coming. Mashing the shower gel dispenser once again.

Tim treats himself to another glance in the mirror. 

Then he smeared liberally all over his throbbing dick and tight balls, a big drop of soap. The white foam is like a trailer for the main event, which I’m sensing now is close. There’s an urgency in the way he touches himself that wasn’t there before. Like his post-workout thighs, now all of his muscles are straining. They draw attention to the effort he’s expending on pleasuring himself. Lots of long, smooth strokes all over everything. Soapy foam generously applied for maximum slickness. I’m slick too, just watching. I realize that by now I’m doing so with my mouth slightly agape. I am awestruck by the singular privilege of watching my husband do for me on camera what he usually only ever does in private. 

Hope you are enjoying the story of why I love his dick so far. Come back Wednesday to read the final part here. And if you can’t wait that long, you can listen to the entire story in my sexy voice right here!!!

 
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