When she was ready to go, she tried to kiss me goodbye. I didn't let her. "Save it," I said, and she left.
I was alone now with my thoughts. Things had clearly changed since the moment she cheated on me. It broke my heart, and it caused my balls to ache desire. My emotions were a hurricane of anger, jealousy, and lust. Thinking of my wife with another man made me want her more than ever, but not until she'd tasted forbidden fruit. Then I'd need to reclaim her.
The minutes ticked by oh so slowly. I tried to watch television, to read, to do anything else, but I simply couldn't focus. A part of me wanted to masturbate, but I refrained, saving myself for her, though she wouldn't be saving herself for me.
When about an hour had passed, I got a text: "Heading to his place. It's on."
I got an instant erection. There was no longer a doubt, this man was about to take her. I was agitated, pacing around the house with this erection, barely keeping my hands off myself. I'd give it a few furious strokes, feel the pleasure start to build, then tear my hand away. I returned to the television, but every few seconds, my hand kept creeping back to my crotch. I took a cold shower, but my erection endured, like a small stone pillar; a fat, angry worm; a dagger - no, a pocketknife - pointed toward my chest. I was like a Viagra commercial gone horribly wrong, and my only solution was relief.
Before I knew it, two more hours has passed, and my phone had been silent. Where was she? Did it really take this long? I only ever lasted a few minutes, her pussy always had felt too good. I was tempted to text her. Was she okay? Had he hurt her? Had she decided to abandon me and stay the night?
It was nearly midnight. I'd been waiting up, but now I crawled in bed, my manly stump bulging and straining beneath the sheets. I closed my eyes and imagined what they were doing. I imagined her sucking his "very big dick," dropping her jaw to fit it in and gagging as he thrust it into her throat. I gripped myself gently over the sheet, continuing my fantasy in my mind. Soon, her dress would be lifted over her hips, revealing her ass cheeks in the tiny, turquoise g-string I'd watched her putting on. He'd pull her panties down, roughly and uncaring. Would he steal those too?
He'd smack her ass - so spankable - leaving handprints on her skin. He'd then tease her wet pussy with "very big dick," which in my mind was the length of a ruler. He'd rub its saliva-covered head against her wide-spread folds, so slick and so hungry. In my mind, he was just beginning to slide it inside her when reality interrupted with a sound at the front door. She was back.
I heard her put her keys down on the counter and head toward our darkened bedroom. In the dim light of the hallway, I could just make out her image as she appeared in the doorway with a sheepish grin. Her hair was a mess, and her dress was rumpled - maybe torn? She held out her hand, and her recovered white panties were dangling from her finger.
"Hi, honey," she said. "Do I have a story for you!"
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