My husband and I kneel together when he masturbates and before he starts we say a short prayer thanking God for the pleasure that we are about to share.

I told my husband when we married that he could continue to masturbate but that I wouldn't tolerate him doing it secretly.We've been married now for 27 years and he masturbates every day in my presence.

I lost interest in sex in my 60s but felt it was important to maintain some kind of physical intimacy with my husband. Since his retirement, we have followed a morning ritual. I get up first and go downstairs to make his coffee and fetch the paper which I bring up to our bedroom. I fondle his penis under the bedclothes while he sips his coffee and reads the headlines for 15 minutes or so. Then I pull the bedclothes back and masturbate him.

I took my husband back home to visit my parents and we slept in my old room. He was going through my things and found my school uniform and gym slip. He pestered me to put it on until I agreed and then got the biggest hard on I'd ever seen him with and started to wank.

My husband is a truck driver and spends nights away which used to make me jealous of what he might be up to. When we were younger, we had constant fights about this until the Christmas when his present to me was a chastity device for his penis. I fit it for him before he leaves on each overnight trip and keep the key. Not only do I have peace of mind but he's always horny when I unlock it and he gets an incredibly pent up hard on. We've accumulated a collection of these devices over the years and he likes them so much he sometimes wears them around the house.

I told my prospective son-in-law that he would have to pass a fertility test before I would let him marry my daughter. He didn't like it and he liked it even less when I told him I would be present to take possession of the sample to ensure there was no cheating. He asked that my daughter shouldn't know. I collected a sample bottle from our local clinic and took it to his flat for him to ejaculate into. He was a bit shy about masturbating while I watched but I told him he might as well enjoy the opportunity to wank in front of me and in the end he did. They now have two lovely little girls.

My husband was my twin brother's boyfriend when they were teenagers before he became my boyfriend a few years later. He didn't hide it from me that he had continued to masturbate with other boys and men before we became re-acquainted in our twenties. I told him it didn't bother me but I hadn't expected the attraction between him and my brother, who is exclusively gay, to be revived. They were open about it and I let myself be convinced that their mutual masturbation was purely physical. When I saw them doing it together, I thought it was beautiful and I've suggested to my husband that I might not object to being part of an MMF threesome though not with my brother. At least, I think not with my brother.

When my daughter was 12, my husband and I sat down with her to talk about sex, knowing that sex education was taught at her school. She knew all about the mechanics of sexual intercourse and talked about it in an adult way. I told her that a good way of keeping boys at bay was to masturbate them and we chatted a bit about what boys liked until she asked my husband point blank whether he masturbated. He admitted without hesitation that he did, which I thought was quite brave of him. He also said that he liked to be masturbated by me.

I've known since I was quite little that my mom spanks my dad. No one ever said anything. But there's a tawse hanging on my mom's side of their wardrobe and since she's the boss in our house, I knew she would be the one using it. As I got older, I also learned when it happened which was on Sunday afternoons when they would disappear up to their bedroom. I eventually got up the courage to listen at their door and I could hear the telltale thwacks. I've longed to ask them about these punishments but have never dared. I've always been a bit frightened of my mom and I wouldn't want to embarrass my dad who's very sweet to me. It makes me kind of horny to think of him having his bottom smacked like a little kid.

My boyfriend loves to paint my toenails. He gets naked to do it and I wear a skirt. He sits on the floor at my feet and I'm in a chair and he gets regular glimpses of my panties under my skirt as he moves my feet around.

I went out for a bit with a married man who sometimes came to my apartment after taking me to dinner. I'd made it clear to this guy I wouldn't sleep with him so long as he didn't leave his wife which I knew he'd never do but we'd have long necking sessions and the frustration would drive him nuts. I wouldn't even let him play with my tits through my clothes though I sometimes let him fondle my bare feet. He started pleading with me at least to masturbate him but I wouldn't. I told him the bathroom was free if he wanted to relieve himself. Eventually he couldn't resist and did it. It became a routine. We'd neck until he couldn't stand it any more then he'd go off off to wank, leaving the bathroom door open so that he could describe to me what he was doing, while I made us coffee. Then he'd take his empty balls back to his wife. I dumped him when I met my present boyfriend but he still asks to come round and humiliate himself sometimes.

Our priest came round the other day wanting to know why we didn't go to mass any more. I wonder about these guys and their supposed celibacy. My husband says they're probably all masturbation freaks. Anyway, I gave him coffee and listened to him politely. Afterwards, I wondered what he'd have done if I'd pulled out my tits or something like that. Undressing that night, I stepped out of my panties and had an idea. I picked them up and saw thet were stained front and back and were a bit smelly. The next day, I put them in an envelope and took them to the next town to post to the priest's address. My husband was surprised when I made him come to mass the next Sunday. Of course there was no outward sign of anything unusual but I was pretty sure that the man who served me communion had been jerking off into my panties which were now his most treasured possession. What he didn't know was that the woman to whom he served communion that Sunday wasn't wearing any panties. Nor did my husband, poor lamb.