My desire to make my relationship with Rachel full time, was fulfilled after we spent a whole weekend together. I booked a room at a country house hotel with all the facilities, golf course, spa, swimming pool, etc. But mainly a big bed. I desperately wanted to sleep with her. We already spent most of our time together in bed, but non of it sleeping. I wanted to wake up with my usual morning hard-on, and be able to slip it straight into her. We spent most of the waking hours fucking and sucking, with breaks only for meals and a swim in the pool. Shortly after that, she invited me to move in with her. The next two years were a revelation, what little I knew about women had to be un-learned. In total contrast to Ex, Rachel was up for anything. Whatever kink I wanted to try, she was willing. She also had ideas of her own, she was inventive and adventurous. The quantity of sex reduced, it was just not possible to keep that up, but the quality and variety increased, each fuck was better than the last. There were two taboos, one was anal, according to her, that was for 'queers' and anyway, my prick (her preferred word) was much too big. The other was masturbation. She said that she knew that men need it, but women don't. "Women don't have spunk that needs to be released." She certainly enjoyed releasing mine. Anyway I wanted it. She liked to see it, but she also liked me to come in her cunt. She said she loved the idea of it floooding into her. Similarly when she sucked me off and swallowed it. "It doesn't really taste of anything, but I like to feel it go down my throat." But she revelled in seeing it shoot and feeling it land on her. I must have annointed every part of her. I mentioned that cowgirl was my favourite, but as foreplay to that, I adored being queened. Rachel would straddle my face, supporting herself on the headboard while I tongued her entire genital area. She loved it. From this position, it was easy for her to slide down and impale herself on my waiting cock. Ending with a mind-blowing fuck, but sometimes, I would not be able to resist reaching down and wanking my neglected cock. She knew when I was doing it, she not only approved of me wanking, she encouraged it. Occasionally, I would make myself come, timing it to coincide with her orgasm, and shoot spunk onto her back. She would squeal with delight at this double-whammy. This cunt-sucking position was the closest we would get to anal play. When she was close to coming, I would let my tongue slip 'accidentally' onto her bum-hole, rimming her and eventually pushing up her arse. I think that her body liked it, but prejudice would click in and she would push me away. She orgasmed frequently and easily during that time, and I like to think that I gave her first true orgasm, just as she gave me mine. At first it only happened when I licked and sucked her clit, I knew where is was by now, and how to please it, but she soon would come just from me rubbng it, wanking her off just as she liked to wank me. And her orgasm, be it orally or manually induced, would be followed by fucking. Eventually she would come just from the fucking. On a good day I could wank her off, suck her off, then fuck her till she acheived the hat trick. Something that I could ever hope to match. Rachel certainly liked her bits to be played with, which was why I could not understand her reluctance towards do-it-yourself. The answer probably lay in a religious upbringing, something that has always been at odds with pleasure for it's own sake. Eventually, I converted her. She was sitting in her favourite chair, wearing just a dressing gown. I came up behind her and pushed my hands inside, fondling both tits and kissing her neck. I began to whisper what I was going to do to her. This could induce almost a sexual trance, she loved me to use the crudest terms. "I'm going to lick you all over, I'm going to lick your tits, especially your stiff nipples. Im going to lick the inside of your thighs, right up to the top where your wet cunt waits. Im going to suck each cunt lip into my mouth, then I'm going to push my tongue right up your cunt and drink your honey. When I've sucked you dry, I am going to fill you with spunk, flooding your cunt." I was kissing her ears and neck as I spoke. I knew that she was gagging for it. "I want to taste you nectar right now," I said. "But I can't reach it, use your fingers, feed me." She couldn't resist, she collected some of her copious juice and fed me. "More," I demanded. "You do it," she husked. "No, I must have more, coat your nipples with it." She did, I licked it off. "Fuck me, I want you to fuck me." "Not until I've been fed. Put it on your other lips." She did it. How I didn't come on the spot, I will never know. Kissing cunt juice from her other mouth was exquisite. "Play with you clit, come for me." Her need for release was so great that she did it, coming almost immediately. I kissed her as the ripples subsided. She opened her eyes. "I need fucking, please fuck me." With pleasure madam. The problem was that I had been on the edge for so long, I came almost as soon as I was in her, blasting her with high pessure, hot thick spunk. "You can't tell me that you didnt enjoy that." I challenged. "That's not the point, it's your job," she replied. I made it up to her by taking her to bed, sucking her to another climax, then fucking her again. "Am I forgiven?" I asked. "You're on probation, " she replied. I didn't push it, but I knew that at least a tributary of The Rubicon had been crossed, just as you can't un-fuck someone, you can't un-wank yourself. The following saturday, I was all set to watch the six nations match on TV. Rachel said that she was going to colour her hair. Although she used a hairdresser, for some reason she always did this herself. It was a messy, time consuming job. I once volunteered to help. She showered first, then still naked, knelt on the floor and bent forward over the bath so that the noxious chemicals would drip into the bath. The stuff had to stay on exactly ten minutes. So there she is, bent forward, lovely bare arse sticking out, lovely bare tits hanging down. I got distracted. By the time I shot my load, the stuff had been on for too long and her hair turned pink. I was banned. But on this occasion, the match was finished. There was no sign of her. I called upstairs, no reply. But the extactor fan was noisy. I went up to investigate. The bathroom door was ajar. I could see her. Naked apart from a towel round her hair. She was standing on her left leg, her right placed up on the loo seat. Her right hand was on the cistern to steady her. Her left was at her crotch, frigging at her clit like a veteran wanker. I was entranced. I watched for a few seconds, but it felt like spying. I coughed. She snatched the hand away, grabbed a towel and covered herself. "You were spying on me!" She accused. "No, I came to see if you were alright. You obviously are, don't let me stop you." She moved to leave the bathroom, I was blocking the door. She stepped back. I unzipped my pants and pushed them down, allowing my erect cock to spring free. I wrapped my hand around it and slowly wanked it. She watched. "I've shown you mine, now show me yours," I challenged. She loved to watch me, often encouraging; "Wank out that spunk, shoot it on my tits." Sort of thing, so it was only fair that she gave me a show. Her naughty smile spread across her face, she dropped the towel and placed her right foot back on the loo seat, but this time, angled towards me. She put her hand on her lower belly, fingers spread and pointing down. Slowly, she combed them through her sparse pubes, parted her moist sex lips and began to slowly circle her clitoris with the middle finger of her left hand. Faster and faster she strummed, until she reached a small, but very significant orgasm. Watching a woman masturbate is certainly one of my favourite things. From then on, Rachel became as addicted to solo flying as I have been since early teens. She did it for my pleasure and for hers. It was usual for me to meet her at the station after work, sometimes she would get in the car, kiss me and say something like; "I want your prick inside me, I've been feeling randy all day, I rubbed one out in the ladies at lunchtime." We would fuck before dinner. We hax a lot of late meals. Where the euphemisms came from, I will never know. I've always called it wanking. Sometimes she would masturbate in the car while I was driving. If we had been out somewhere, on the way home she would pull up her skirt, slip her hand down her knickers, (If she was wearing any.) and 'polish her pearl'. This would usually be followed up by finding a secluded place and fucking in the car. We were good at that. To be fair, she wasn't the only one who enjoyed moving orgasms. She would get my cock out and wank me off while driving. I must give a 'don't try this at home' warning. It's dangerous. And assuming that there is a 'don't wank and drive' law, illegal. But an eighty m.p.h. ejaculation is quite an experience. Oops! Eighty m.p.h. is illegal too. (But I didn't say it was in England.) You can do it solo, but with assistance you can keep both hands on the steering wheel and your assistant can catch the cum in a hanky. Happy memories. Masturbation is still an important part ot everyday, these days mostly solo.