Wifey is a great fuck. I really have little to complain about. Sure, she could suck my cock more often, but I have never heard a guy who didn't lament the same shortcoming in his wife. And certainly there are intermittent, long stretches (by my internal lust clock) when my frustration mounts due to "not getting any" as we like to say.
When hours roll over into days without having sex, the world of lust and fantasy in my mind expands exponentially. In the afterglow when I have emptied my balls inside of her, my fantasies are mostly about her. As time moves along, perhaps just minutes or hours later, the perimeter widens to include whatever stimuli meets my eyes. When that season extends longer, again we are talking no more than a day, my world of lust boils over like the spewing, hot lava erupting from a volcano. It churns and flows, consuming whatever is in its path.
These volcanic convulsions of lust are not rare. In fact, they are a constant in my life. Although always sequestered within the boundaries of my mind, the heat of that lust-lava is fueled by what my senses take in, mostly through the eyes. Thus, wifey's oft' repeated warning-slash-permission to me is both a blessing and a curse when she reminds me, "You can look, but you cannot touch."
This is her way of reminding me that she knows I am not perfect. I am a guy. I am not blind. She understands my appreciation of the female body. But there is a clear line marking the boundaries. I can look AND touch wifey all I want, within reason of course. But, when it comes to all others, I can ONLY look and NEVER touch. It is a compromise that works well for us, most of the time.
I say most of the time, because there are moments when the "perfect storm" of lust can feel overpowering. When key elements collide, there is a volatile and powerful energy that tugs me perilously close to that boundary line. These key elements are composed of the following:
1. We have not fucked for a few days,
2. I have free time on my hands,
3. Sweet, female curves greet my eyes.
This is where potentially explosive eruptions are conceived. This is when I fight my hardest to corral my cock and abide by our "look but don't touch" agreement.
Today was such a day. It has been four long days since I last fucked wifey. Three days ago, I enjoyed a quality cum-shot when she joined me in the shower and offered me the soapy, slippery crack between her ass cheeks; I slid my cock like a hot dog in a bun until I shot a nice load up her lower back. Two days ago, wifey was out for the evening at some women's charity event. Home alone for a few hours, I chatted online and jerked off - twice.
Yesterday, I thought a wake-up fuck session was brewing when she cut me off. Later that morning while leading our executive staff meeting in the conference room, my eyes feasted on the big-titted, MILF that one of our department chairs introduced as our newest administrative assistant. Not sure what her administrative skill set was, but she certainly had visible assets that didn't hurt her. She was in her mid-twenties, blonde, and had a toddler in our onsite childcare. By the time our meeting had ended, I had mentally unbuttoned her blouse and pealed away her bra a dozen different times.
As the staff meeting adjourned, I made sure to walk over and give my personal welcome and greeting to Keri. Her bust-filled blouse was an even better view up close. I am NOT into sexual harassment nor the pesky litigation it can bring. I made sure to remain outwardly professional, even as my mind rapidly updated my index of images used to fuel my lust. Then later that day, not once, but twice, I found plausible reason to wander the office complex on a path that took me directly by Keri's tits... er desk.
By the time I got home, I had mentally nurtured at least a dozen different moments of hardon pleasures throughout the day with Keri front and center. Of course, the minute I saw wifey upon my arrival home, her gorgeous 36c tits stuck out to me like two sirens daring me to follow their songs. I fondled her as I gave her a kiss hello. As she politely guided my hands to the less erogenous zone of her hips, she spoke with a neutral tone, perhaps even a touch of intolerance, "Hard day at the office, eh?"
Her words may have playfully danced with double-meaning, but her tone was all business. I knew her plenty well-enough to know that whatever the next half-hour entailed, it definitely would not be a welcome home fuck. Before I could even answer her question, I heard an unfamiliar voice echoing down the hallway that led to the patio area out back.
Wifey answered my confused look. "That's Anita. She is a marketing rep for the firm that is pushing our Community Fundraiser. Karen and I are meeting with her on the patio to discuss her promotional strategies. We won't be much longer."
I nodded and smiled. That wifey was so engaged in helping others pleased me. That it sometimes meant I didn't get as much of her as I craved frustrated me. It was a noble trade-off.
I admired the view of her sexy, married ass walking back towards the patio. My mind expertly traced the panty lines her tight jeans revealed. I nonchalantly wandered a few steps behind her, not only extending my view of her ass but also giving me a chance to update my mental lust index of Karen. She was a hottie for sure!
I casually waved as I poked my head out the French doors and eyed Karen and Anita. "Hello ladies." Karen waved back and smiled at me, that brief movement of her arm feeding my eyes with the view of her sweater pulling against her tits.
