Self-pleasure while imagining my spouse

Imagining my spouse, I indulged in self-pleasure, stroking my aroused cock. The fantasy fueled my desire, and with each rhythmic movement, I teetered on the edge of ecstasy.

Today, I found myself alone and the urge to pleasure myself overtook me. I couldn't help but imagine my spouse was there with me, watching as I stroked my hardened cock. The thought of her, of us, fueled my fantasies and drove me to the brink of ecstasy. With each stroke, I imagined her eyes on me, her breath on my neck, her touch on my skin. The vision of her, the taste of her, the feel of her, all consumed me. My hand moved faster, the rhythm of my strokes increased, and I could feel the climax building. And then, with a final, powerful stroke, I released, my body convulsing in the throes of pleasure. The room was filled with my moans, my breath, my essence. And in that moment, I was lost in the ecstasy of self-pleasure, fueled by my fantasies of my spouse.