He had dozed for a while after Barbara had finished jerking him off and when he awoke, she was no longer there.
Once more, amazingly, his penis was hard and this had been the pattern since her confessions on Wednesday night and Thursday morning.
After work on Thursday, he had rushed home and in a mad state, had virtually ripped her clothes off her as soon as she came in from work, fucking her and telling her how proud he was of her in what she had done, the images of her in the car flooding his mind. Friday had been another day of walking around in an almost constant state of arousal with glorious sex in the morning and at night as he welcomed his impending entry into cuckoldom.
But now, today, time to leave her and let her mind focus on what was to occur that night. Keeping out of her way was no problem - he even went for a walk at one stage - but more frustrating was what seemed such a slow clicking of the clock, as the hours seemed to crawl by. Eventually, though, came six p.m. and quietly he entered their bedroom. She would be coming in to get ready soon, about half an hour. Once again his mouth was dry. He'd heard of other married men doing this and he wondered if their hands shook like his as he took the clothes she was to wear out of her wardrobe and dresser. First the sexy black dress with its simple straps, then the sexy underwear, the black stockings, the suspender belt, the black bra that would fit tight across and accentuate her so glorious breasts and the flimsy black panties, barely anything of them, that did up with two litte bows by the side. His hands shook as he put them on the bed, imagining the man soon to be undoing them, his wife's first lover. Quietly he left the bedroom.
About thirty minutes later, he heard the bedroom door go - she would see the clothes and know what it meant. There was to be no drawing back from this now.
His breath was coming short and he seemed parched when an hour later Barbara closed the bedroom door behind her and entered the lounge, and he audibly gasped when he saw her.
'What's the matter?' she asked, as if concerned that something was wrong.
'Nothing,' he quickly replied. Never had he seen her look more sexy. She was not the most attractive woman in the world, probably only average by Hollywood standards, but at that moment in time the flushed cheeks and red, pouting lips, god, spoke volumes of just how much she was already aroused.
'Christ,you look fantastic,' he said. 'When he sees you, he won't be able to keep his hands off you.' He paused. 'Barbara, just go.' And then as she turned to leave, he said, 'Be sexy for him. Be the best he's ever had.'
In their bedroom, he stripped and looked at himself in the mirror as he heard their car leave the driveway. In a way, it was as if it was not happening, as if part of him could hardly believe it was real. And in many ways it was unbelievable. Yet he also knew it was real and that given where he lived, in around twenty minutes she would be in the arms of her first lover.
Never had an evening passed so slowly.
Then came the welcome sound of the car in the driveway. It was around 11.15 p.m. and he stood in the bedroom awaiting her. When she came in and looked at him, her eyes told him what he wanted to know. Her face was flushed and she wore a look of pride. He was naked still, massively aroused, and he rushed to her, pulling her towards him and putting his arms around her. 'Tell me, tell me,' he hissed.
She teased and bit his ear. 'Tell you what?'
