Author's note: Chapter 1 was my first submission on this site and I was taken aback by the strength of feeling expressed in the responses it has received. Sincere thanks to those of you who took the trouble to comment and especially those of you who sent a private message. I'm amused that some of those that hated it so much from the start read it through and that some of those that hate the 'cuckold' topic so vehemently chose to read it at all. I'm sorry if I failed to make it clear that not the whole story was submitted either at the start or at the end - I hope these comments at least correct that.
I sat waiting for a response but none came. I moved inside, took off my clothes and sat on the bed with my phone beside me. I was breathing in deep pulls. My cock was hard but I did not want to touch it. I had not cum for a week as part of my preparation for this trip. When Amy returned to the hotel I wanted to still be 'fully charged' to share her account of events. For a couple of months now I had been in what we called 'training'; with Amy bringing me to the point of climax before denying me. This preparation of being denied was meant to help me now. Now, when all I could do was wait while, presumably, another man fucked my wife.
I left the door to the balcony open, letting the night air drift in. It was just enough to stop me sweating. I pulled a sheet over my legs and up to my waste to try and stop myself playing with my cock. It was impossible to take my mind away from what might be happening. The TV offered no distraction. My eyes were drawn to the mound under sheet where a small, wet stain of pre-cum was marking the summit.
The noise outside had dissipated and when the clock struck midnight it seemed to do so more loudly than it had before.
Time was dragging but my heart was still pounding enormous beats. I decided to take a shower to try to kill some time and my hard-on. I left my phone in the sink so I could hear it if a message came. But none did. My erection at least was reduced for a short while but as soon as I had dried myself down and sat on the bed again, it reappeared. I gave it a few quick tugs which of course only made things worse, so I began pointlessly walking around the small room.
The noise of cars and sirens intersected the occasional scream or shout from outside. Once I heard the sound of breaking glass followed by laughter. I listened to drunken farewells and taxi doors slam before engines revved and then disappeared into the unknown.
One O'clock struck, although I didn't need the chime to tell me the time as I was checking my phone every 5 minutes. I was tempted to text. To check that everything was ok. But the truth was that I knew fully well that everything would be ok. What I really wanted to know was when Amy would be back and if she had fucked him yet. If he had made her cum.
I tried playing a game on my phone but could not concentrate in the slightest and then convinced myself that playing the game may prevent a text arriving, although I knew this not to be true. Then I wondered if she had texted but for some reason the message had not arrived. Perhaps there was not a good signal at Ben's house. Perhaps she was waiting for me to respond and growing anxious by my silence. I started to type out a message.
You ok? All good here
But my finger hovered over the send button.
Amy had agreed to do this for me. It was a measure of how much she loved me and I was eternally grateful of this. That she was willing to have sex with another man for me meant so much to me. But I wanted her to enjoy it. I needed to maximise her enjoyment. Now that it was, presumably, happening, I needed to let her have the best possible experience. It would be wrong of me to hassle her, to deflect her attention in any way from what pleasure she may be getting from being with Ben.
I deleted my message and began pacing the room once more.
Two O'Clock sounded. Still the city would not sleep. Every taxi that I heard turn into the street below I believed would be hers. Each time I heard a car come to a stop outside I wrapped around me the same towel that I had used to dry Amy just a few hours before and stepped on to the balcony. But it was never her cab.
