Our night of fun came to a halt before we knew it. Amanda's drunk mom came home, screaming about something dumb like she always did. Amanda asked me t... leave, explaining that it was only going to get worse. I understood what she was saying, and left without protest. It was a nice walk home in solitude. The summer night's breeze was nice. As I walked home, I couldn't stop thinking of what I was going to do when I got home. All I could think of was my pink vibrator. I couldn't wait to use it.As. Diane glanced, peeked, and snuck views for a couple of minutes. She didn’t know how to act. At fifty-eight years old, she had never, not once in her life, seen a man masturbate. Much less do it obviously and open for her to see. As she caught sight of his pace increase, she abandoned any pretense of not watching. She sat back on her legs in a squatting position and stared. It must have been what he was waiting for. She saw him stand and step closer to the now open window. The bathroom windows. It seemed like only seconds when three splashes followed behind me. As I paddled to a depth where I could stand up, yet be submerged from my shoulders down, my four new friends quickly migrated next to me. George looked at me and said, “I’m sorry Jules, I was getting sleepy and needed a wake-up dunk. I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.”I replied, “Thank you, George. You’re so considerate.” Then I looked at the others, “You’ve all been good to me. I can’t believe I’m naked with. Sex isn't the most important thing. I want someone who I love and care about. That's why I married my wife. She's an incredible person, and we figure it out. It takes two hands, but she can still make my cum. And I don't mind using my hands, mouth, and toys on her. It's just hard sometimes when I can't fuck her anyone. It feels incredible. But, I don't want it to affect my relationship.I brought this up to my wife, and gave her a few days to think on it. My wife said she found a solution and I.