Ricks Dilemma Pt 03 Waiting

Rick and Renee had been planning to take an extended weekend off from work over Memorial Day. Renee had taken the Friday off before the holiday extending the weekend to four full days. Although Rick had to work that Friday, he planned to work from home, and other than a couple meetings, he had the flexibility to be present with her that day. He had told her that he would plan a fun mini staycation for the two of them, and he was hopeful that at least one of them would be having one of the best weekends of their married life.

Over the next few weeks, Rick's anticipation grew. He loved to fuck his wife, and he loved to watch her cum, especially while she straddled him to grind his cock deep into her pussy. Although he enjoyed their sex, he'd been frustrated for most of their twenty year marriage that they were only intimate once or twice a week. If he had his way, it would be much more frequent, maybe even five or six times a week. He loved his wife, he enjoyed the sex they did have, and he wanted her to feel safe and cared for, so he didn't push the issue. But lately he'd been feeling like he deserved more. She got to cum whenever she wanted, and he deserved the same.

In his frustration, Rick had developed an experiment. He wanted to see if he was able to force Renee to stay on the edge of an orgasm while denying her from cumming for long enough, would she learn to love being desperate for his cock to push into her? If he could bring her to the edge over and over again while never letting her cum, would it train her body to be ready for his cock any time he wanted to use her? If he held her at the edge and rewarded her by fucking her, cumming inside her over and over again, would it train her brain that her desire and her dripping cunt was simply in service of his cock rather than her own orgasm? He could hardly contain his excitement for the experiment ahead.

The week before Memorial Day could not pass quickly enough. Rick went to the office, and tried to get through the days without spending too much time thinking about what he was planning. Every time he lingered on a mental image of his wife bound and begging, he would develop a raging erection. His mental distraction as well as the very visible bulge in his pants made it difficult to stay focused on tasks and engaged with his staff. His cock would strain agonizingly against the crotch of his pants and it took everything he had not to take it in hand and stroke himself off.

In fact, he decided he would not cum at all that week. He wanted his own desire to be pent up enough that he would be able to really revel in the first evening of the experiment, and wanted his first load of cum to be as big and as thick as possible. In the evenings, as he lay in bed trying to sleep, he would consider the various ways his wife could take his thick cum. Did he want to cum all over her pretty face? Did he want to shove his cock down her throat to watch her swallow the big load? Maybe he could fuck her tits, cumming all over her tits and rubbing his cum into her nipples. Of course there was her silky pussy. Maybe he would thrust his cock deep into her pussy and let her desperate cunt feel him twitching and throbbing inside her. As his mind imagined each torrid option, he would discreetly touch his cock, gently stroking just the tip with one or two fingers. When his desire would become almost more than he could resist, he would force himself to stop and try his best to sleep despite the urgency of his erection.

It had been an agonizingly long week but finally it was Thursday, and as soon as he got home, he could kick off his experiment. That day, after lunch, he was so distracted he could hardly function. He forced himself to put aside thoughts of what he had planned, to focus on the work in front of him, and the time moved a bit more quickly. Finally, at 4:45, he leaned back in his chair, took a few deep breaths, and imagined himself taking out the trash. He needed to calm down enough to be able to stand up, leave his office, and walk to his car without his employees or his boss noticing his stiff erection pressing through his trousers. Ten minutes later, he figured it was close enough. He closed his laptop, packed up his bag, and nonchalantly walked out of his office.

"Have a good weekend" he called out as he made his way towards the exit. "I'm working from home tomorrow, so give me a call if you need me."