I’m 35, Happily Married, and I Masturbate Every Day

I admit it, I’ve had a variety of sexual partners over the years and I’ve definitely encountered some exceptional lovers. Now, my husband definitely knows which buttons to push and how to get me going, in fact he is indeed the “best I’ve ever had” (I know we may say that a lot but it’s true), BUT… there’s no one that can please me like me!

Now, no I’m not addicted to porn and I’m not a nymphomaniac. I’ve just found that having an orgasm every day helps me stay… sane. While I do love a good romp between the sheets and nothing beats a good session of receiving oral, those are limited to location and take time. I can masturbate just about anywhere and get myself off in a matter of of minutes. If even that long. 

The thing is, I’ve been doing this since I was 19 and back then I thought it was just a phase that I would “grow out of,” but that never happened. However, that longevity means that I’ve gotten really good at getting away with it. Mostly.

The urge usually hits me around mid-afternoon, while I’m at work of course, and many times I can hold off until the drive home from work. There’s always traffic that I get stuck in and I have plenty of time to get worked up and finish at least once. I think part of it is the thrill of the occupants of the cars around me possibly knowing what I’m doing. I’m not an exhibitionist or flasher, if I feel like someone is watching me I will (usually) stop. But that little rush of being naughty with so many people around makes it a little more exciting.

For those times where I simply cannot wait, I generally hit the ladies’ room. Unlike when I have sex and really let go, I can orgasm quietly if someone happens to be in the bathroom at the time. I’m still cautious when it’s empty, only letting the slightest moans escape my lips, but I’ll definitely remove my panties and spread my legs a bit wider if I have the place to myself.

Remember when I said that I’ve gotten good at “mostly” getting away with it? Well, there was a time when I used to let my fingers do the walking at my desk. I’d either be in a dress and move my undies to the side, or just slip them off and stash them in my purse. We’re all in cubicles and it’s super rare for anyone to come within that space during the afternoons. So, between calls and reports, I could easily rub one out.

Well, so I thought.

It was the holiday season and we were extremely slow, calls coming in 10 to 15 minutes apart, and I’d just hung up with a customer and knew I had awhile. I can’t remember if I just didn’t wear panties that day or if I slipped them off, but I was bare-assed and feeling the urge. So, I hiked my skirt up to my thighs and started doing my thing.

I’d only been at it for like 30-seconds but when I heard a voice over my shoulder, my hand was going 90-to-nothing and I knew it was more than obvious what I was doing. I quickly covered myself and turned to find my co-worker Jimmy smiling broadly at me.

“Looks like fun, want some help,” he asked.

I could feel the flush coursing though my entire body and the heat of embarrassment fill my face.

“Oh my God Jimmy. What are you doing in here?”

“I wanted to see if you had spoken to this customer I had on the phone. She said you had helped her Monday. But now I just want to smell your fingers.”

OH, MY, GOD!!!

I wondered exactly how much he had seen but before I could say anything, he said, “Love the landing strip, by the way.”

I was mortified to say the least. I’d been caught masturbating, at work, by a guy that not only saw me, he caught a good glance at my pussy too.

“Jesus, Jimmy! Go back to your cubicle and I swear, if you tell anyone about this…”

He interrupted me with, “I won’t, I won’t” and though he asked to smell my fingers at least once a week after that, he kept his word (as far as I know) and never told any of our coworkers.

After that incident you’d think it would have broke my habit, but I actually think it made it worse. It felt beyond naughty to have been caught by someone that wasn’t my lover and while I never attempted to pleasure myself at my desk again, for awhile there I was having to visit the bathroom for a session twice a day.

My husband knows that I do it a lot, but he honestly doesn’t know how much. I’m not hurting anyone or “cheating,” as some people seem to think masturbation is, and it actually helps me clear my head and focus.

So, contrary to old wives tales, I haven’t gone blind or grown hair on my palms. Nor has my extra-curricular fapping made me any less of a responsive lover. Like I said, my husband can definitely get me off, usually multiple times, but I just need that quick release throughout the day and my fingers know exactly how to get the job done.

The good thing is, I’ve found out over the years that I’m not alone in my daily diddling. There are plenty of women out there that have the same exact “habit” and aren’t ashamed to talk about it. And why should they be embarrassed or ashamed? Everyone masturbates! It’s just a matter of how often and well… I happen to like it very often.

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