At last was the first chapter. written months ago, sorry for the delay. This is a continued story on cuckolding. Please refrain from commenting if you are not into this. I would love to hear from those interested in this topic Thanks, please enjoy. Many thanks to my editor!!!
The next morning was brutal, as I was so tired from not sleeping well. I still wanted my wife extremely badly, but she was still asleep, and I knew my parents would be dropping the kids off any minute.
I slipped out of bed to take a long relaxing shower, thoughts of last night still playing over in my head. Obsessing, excited, blue balled, tired from a poor nights sleep, the feelings and thoughts became somewhat of a curse, since I could not make them stop. These images were in my head and fueling the fire burning in my soul, and all of the sexual desires I had been lusting for.
Her own words last night were, "I am not a whore, only my lover will be allowed to cum inside me." I focused on this statement, and wondered how the hell I could be so turned on by it.
Gaylen's hands all over her body, his cock making her moan with pleasure, his cum filling her pussy -- these were the images I replayed over and over. Finding myself stroking my cock lathered in soap as I thought of this, and of not being allowed to fuck her.
Was it the challenge it left for me, or the control she demonstrated with this denial? Was this really going to happen? Was that a game last night, an open threat, or a promise?
My legs felt a little weak, as my orgasm grew nearer I continued stroking my cock. I contemplated what I was doing. She will never know I thought to myself. It may be a while if I do not finish now. I knew she didn't want me to cum. God, I wanted to so badly, the argument went on in my head.
My fist continued to pound my cock.The door swung open without warning, I quickly released myself. Turning in the shower, I acted as if I was rinsing the soap from my hair, hoping like hell that I had not just been caught masturbating through the glass shower door.
"What are you doing?" she asked with a playful tone. "You would not be touching yourself, would you?""No!" I responded quickly. Too quickly. My defensive response tipped her off."Turn around then. I do not believe you. You danced around rather quickly when I came in here," she said accusingly. A slight teasing laugh followed.Hesitating, not really wanting to turn around, humiliated that as a grown man, I was just caught masturbating, I turned slowly, hoping that a miracle would set in, that I would be limp as I turned around. This moment was the only time in my life I ever prayed for an erection failure.
Opening the the shower door, she looked down at me, seeing my stiff cock. Looking back up, staring me straight in the eyes, she raised her eyebrows.
"Uh-huh. That is what I thought," she said softly, stepping into the shower, giving me a nice good morning kiss, and embracing me. She reached down, grabbed a hold of my manhood squeezing firmly, and began stroking my stiff cock.
"So, how did you sleep last night, I bet it took you a long time calm down, didn't it?" she teased. "Follow me," she said, stepping out of the shower and heading straight for our bedroom. I eagerly followed. She was lying down on the bed looking up at me seductively.