Dylan typed carefully, finishing the last of the details, then editing, revising. It had to be perfect if he was going to bring Molly into this. The timing of it was critical. Any missteps now could be marriage-ending.
His phone was down and the screen off by the time she came back from the bathroom. She laid in bed beside him. She felt his excitement, and thought it was for her. She slid down beneath the covers, always the dutiful wife. In a moment, her warm breath was on him, her face buried between his legs. He grunted as her mouth took him. He shut his eyes and thought of his own lips wrapped around the stranger in the bathroom. How he'd been that man's little whore. He held her head still and used her mouth like a toy. He heard the wet sounds his cock made as it pumped in and out of her throat and he dreamed of being tied down and used the same way. He could still almost feel the strain of his jaw as he took that man inside his mouth. God, he had a great cock. He finished quickly.
It was Saturday when they woke up the next morning. Both of them silently worked through their own internal list of chores. Molly smiled each time their eyes met. She loved it when he lost control like that, even if it left her gagging up cum on their nice clean sheets. The memory of it would keep her wet all week.
She didn't spot the message until they were finishing lunch.
"What's this, babe?" she called over her laptop. "You're having a game night?"
Dylan swallowed quickly and waved the question off. "Nah." His eyes went back to his book, pretending to read.
"Hey guys," she read allowed, "I've just got my new place set up. Everyone is welcome. You bring the beer, I'll bring the food. Signed, Dave. Who's Dave? Are these work people?"
Dylan shrugged. "Yeah, just guys from work. They want to watch the baseball game, I think," he said, his eyes not meeting hers.
"Well, I think you should go. Look, it's even my weekend off. I think you'd have fun! You should go make friends!"
Dylan grimaced. "But it would go so late... And I really only know Dave."
"Well, I think you'd have fun. Plus, what else do you have to do this weekend? You were just saying how you finished all the chores outside, and that you were going to be bored out of your mind once I go."
He nodded along to that. "Maybe," he admitted. "I'll think about it."
His erection tugged hard against the inside of his sweatpants. If he wasn't careful, he was going to be leaking pre-cum in a second, and she could notice. He breathed out slowly, clearing his mind.
"Yeah, maybe. If you're going to be at work," he added. "I probably wouldn't stay long, though."
It had taken three weeks for this plan to finally come together. The email chain was cobbled together from thirteen fake accounts he had set up, most with names that reflected real co-workers, just in case she got too curious. Molly used his email account exactly once a month to pay a bill. She worked more weekends than not, so that wasn't an issue, but she had to be working at night. Who knows what kind of state he would be coming home in afterward?
The guys were even harder to schedule. Mike, true to his word, had reached out to his other "friends" in town -all married, older men who had been looking for something on the side, all discrete. They got in touch with Dylan online and let him know they tended to meet up once or twice a month. Dylan had to miss the first gathering that came up, because Molly had been off. That had been a long week of furious masturbation in the shower and on the toilet, his eyes shut tight, thinking of all that he was missing out on.
From what Dylan had found out, there were usually three or four of them that got together. Mike never stopped by when they all got together -he preferred one on one. That wasn't much of a problem. Mike was transparently gay, young, and not very well-endowed. Dylan still didn't know if he had a type, but he knew it wasn't Mike.
Not that it had stopped Dylan from begging the man for a meetup everytime Molly was out of the house and his cock wouldn't relent. When Dylan stroked his tongue against the man's frenulum and he felt the cum pumping out in thick sprays across his mouth, he greedily drank down every drop he was given -all preferences forgotten.
When he dreamed of the meetup, all he could think of was the animal pleasure waiting for him at the end of it. What he hadn't anticipated, though, was the endless hell that was the wait to get there.
He wanted to be fresh, and to be full-to-the-brim with all the cum his body could make. He wanted to give them all of it. He wanted them impressed by how much seed he would spill when they mounted him. So, foolishly, he decided that it was going to be a celibate week. Molly was persistent, and had her own needs, but he managed to work himself into such a stupor, with chores and workouts, that by the end of the day she understood how dead tired he was.
But, while his body might have been thoroughly spent, his mind and his balls weren't so easy. If he hadn't been so careful to hide it, Molly would have seen the hard-on that jutted against his pants, full strength, all day long. Every time he went to piss, he had to take himself through mental exercises to calm down long enough to use it. His cock was so engorged and dark red that he nearly broke down and gave in every other minute of the day. It would have taken one stroke to push him over the edge, he could feel it.
And every moment of the day, it was the same image: Dylan on a bed, on all fours, and the head of a fat, swollen cock pressing up against his asshole.
Sweat beaded down his forehead. He cleared the image out of his mind. If he wasn't careful, he wouldn't even need one stroke to finish off. Pre-cum had been spilling from him like a leaky faucet all week. He made double sure that Molly never got near the laundry that week.
Every hour passed at a crawl, and every night was spent staring at the ceiling in the dark, his hard on tenting the heavy comforter, his balls pulsing with need, his sweat turning the sheets damp. It was agony.
And then it was over.
Saturday arrived, and he was the first out of bed. Breakfast was elaborate -fresh squeezed juice, avocado toast on homemade bread (her favorite), potatoes, bacon, and more. Dishes were cleaned and dried before she reached the kitchen. Laundry was already started. By the time she left for work, there were no chores left to be done, and there was a smile on her face. He kissed her deeply before she left, his arms wrapped tight around her waist. She felt him then, and promised to take care of it later. He told her he couldn't wait.
