1. Gaining a Better Vantage Point


    Date: 2/11/2017, Categories: Hardcore Masturbation Voyeur, Author: artweaver, Source: xHamster

    Well, so here was another fine Saturday to be spent all by myself alone. Waking up today, I know there are things I have to do, so I slip out of bed and head to the kitchen for my duty list left on the counter by Della, my wife of 28 years. If I don't get these things done, I will pay for it later. Della and her mother are off on their weekly antique hunt/garage sale quest. They like the bargains. They watch way too much of those shows on TV. Like they are gonna score anything. Della likes the food they sample at those places, or any place really. Guess that helped her get in the shape she's in. Round, that's a shape; right? At least she takes that mother of hers with her. I've been fighting her mother's criticisms of my accomplishments ever since we were married. Just can't please either one of them. Me, I'm 49, your average accountant, married to one of those garage sale-aholics of a wife. Drinking my coffee, I peruse the list of things to do. Mow and trim, check. Clean gutters, check. Arrange the storage shed, check. Fuck you. On second thought, I'd better do them or else I'll never hear the end of it. You don't know my wife. 5-1 in height, 180 pounds, she's built more like a tank than a skank. Thinks sex is torture and comes by it honestly. Her mother was the same I'd imagine. Pity the man she married. Pity me. Before going out to work, I see through the window it's gonna be another scorcher today. They talk about the drought here in Dallas like it's something new. ...
    ... Happens all the time. It'll eventually rain and folks will have something else to bitch about. You know how that is. But it looks hot even for 9 AM. I go in the bedroom and decide to make today amusing, so I peruse my wardrobe of fine clothes and select some old gym shorts from K-mark 10 years ago. I forego the underwear today, deciding that commando is the order of the day. Love the feeling my balls give me when I allow them free reign. Feels nasty and powerful. My cock, it's only 6 inches when totally erect, but since I'm not circumcised, if I stretch the skin over it, I can claim I got 8 and a half inches of cock to work with. But who would I get into that discussion with? Not like I'm some hunk. As I survey my gut while I slip on the shorts, I decide I need to workout some. Hell, I need to do something. At least I can still reach my cock. If it wasn't for masturbating I would be celibate. Thankfully my imagination helps when I want some sort of outlet. I also select a rather tasteful and attractive wife beater shirt to match my ensemble. Not even gonna bother trying to stretch it down. Retrieving the ladder from the garage I decide to start with the gutters. As I place the ladder against the house, I have to fight my way through all of the damn rose bushes my wife had me plant over the years. All four sides of the house are full of the motherfuckers. If it was up to me, I'd use some round-up on them and be done with it. Looking up there, it sure looks high. Scratching my legs ...
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