I run a small marketing operation out of a home office.
I love working for myself and the freedom of working at home. Especially the fact that Jane, my lusty wife, is just down the hall and available for a quick 'coffee-break' when the mood strikes.
A few weeks ago, I picked up a new client. It was a big contract that included some specialized services that I couldn't provide myself.
I searched around for a consultant to join me on the project and ended up hiring Dan, a friend of a friend, who came recommended.
It was a good call, because he really knew his stuff. The only problem was having him working with me in my home office I couldn't sneak away for a quickie with the wife.
After the first week working together I was really missing my afternoon quickie, so I complained to Jane about it.
She reached into my pants, wrapped her fingers around my cock and gave it a few slow strokes.
I groaned.
She laughed.
Then she asked how much longer Dan would be working with me. I told another week. Then she giggled, gave my cock a few more tugs, rolled over and went to sleep.
I knew the game she was playing. She liked to do a long tease that sometimes went on for days. She would dress sexy, taunt and touch me. Get me close, then cut me off.
It was a painful process, but the payoff sex was fantastic. So I went along with her game.
Saturday was busy with errands and crap, then a party that I didn't want to go. Jane said it would be rude to cancel.
She wore a blue dress that was both classy and sexy, with a neckline that could show off her cleavage if she wanted to. And she did. She flirted her way about the party.
My friends don't miss an opportunity to get close to her at these events and she knew that it would get to me.
When we got home she told me all the attention tonight really got her hot.
"Look how wet I am," she said as she raised her dress to show me her naked, hairless pussy.
She'd shaved it smooth and hadn't worn panties to the party!
"It was running down my legs when Peter danced with me. You know how handsy he is, and the things he whispered in my ear. Such a naughty boy. I had to go clean myself a few times."
I was shocked and turned on. I crawled to her on my hands and knees. And got close enough to smell her warm sex before she dropped her dress and my hopes.
Sunday was a gentler tease, just enough to keep me on alert.
Monday, Dan was back. The day was long, but productive.
That night before bed she did a slow strip and played with her tits. She slinked over to the bed, pulled back the sheets and lowered her face. Her lips were a hot inch away from the tip of my hopeful cock when she said, "Not tonight, honey, I have a headache."
Tuesday was torture. She called me to help her a number of times during the day for trivial things like getting something off a high shelf or a stuck jar lid.
What is it about opening a jar that makes a guy feel so manly? It's not quite slaying a dragon to save the princess, but it's a show of strength and you can eat the pickles, which she did in a most suggestive fashion.
She brought out the big guns on Wednesday, a little shorts and t-shirt combo that showed off her curves and accentuated the hypnotic sway of her hips.
This was day five of her slow tease and I'd reached the breaking point. I grabbed her and kissed her. I was all lips and tongue and my hands found their own way under her t-shirt to her braless tits.
She didn't stop me this time. She didn't, but the doorbell did. Dan was early and I was out of luck. Jane laughed and wiggled away while I adjusted my cock in my pants and went for the door.
I opened the door and Dan burst in all excited about something he found while doing research the night before. It was a big breakthrough and would end up being the centre point of our strategy, but at that moment it felt like he had just run over my dog.
We worked straight through into the afternoon until Jane showed up with sandwiches and drinks. She asked how work was going. It was going great until she showed up and broke my focus.
About an hour later I told Dan I was going to make a pot of coffee so we could keep working.
He was so focused on writing his strategy that he just nodded and grunted. So I set off downstairs to the kitchen.
Honestly, I was really going to make a pot of coffee. But halfway downstairs I started thinking that, if he was that zoned in on what he was doing, this would be a great time to grab a quickie with Jane.
I didn't find her in the kitchen or anywhere else on the main floor. My heart sank at the thought that she had gone out. Then I heard a noise from the basement.
I quickly made my way down the stairs, my cock growing harder in anticipation.
I found her in the laundry room, bent over taking clothes from the dryer. I was anxious to get to her but took a moment to savour the site of the shorts stretched tight over her firm ass. She stood up and started folding the clothes on top of the machine.
Almost in a trance, I walked up behind her, reached around for her tits and pulled her back against me.
She screamed in terror, spun around, and hit me. I didn't know she had such amazing reflexes. Or that she could hit that hard. The left side of my face burned and throbbed.
I tried to calm her down, but she was fuming. She gave me proper shit for scaring her like that.
I assured her that my intentions were purely sexual, but it was no use.
Jane stormed back upstairs. I followed meekly behind. Both my ego and my cock deflated.
Well, I guess Dan heard the scream, because when I got upstairs he was standing in the family room with my wife in his big arms, consoling her.
"What the hell are you doing, scaring a pretty lady like this?" he barked at me.
"He said he was coming to me for sex, but frightening a girl half to death isn't a turn-on," my wife cried into Dan's shoulder.
"I wasn't trying to scare you. It was an accident. It's just that you've teased me so much over the last few days that I'm in a constant state of arousal," I pleaded.
"I've been going without, too!"
Dan said, "Maybe I should go."
"No, you don't have to leave. And I don't think you really want to. Do you?" smiled my wife.
I wondered what she meant. But not for long.
"Gary, Dan's got a big hard-on pressed up against me."
"A what!"
"I can't help it; I haven't had a woman in two weeks! And you're an incredibly sexy woman."
Jane moaned a little and rubbed up against him. "Wow, we've both gone without for too long," she purred to him.
"Well I'm going without, too," I complained, but they weren't paying any attention to me.
