It hadn't been a week since I had Jerry over and already he was putting a scheme together where he was going to fuck June. As he put it
"I'll have my cock so deep in that little bitch and have her so opened up that half my ball sack will be in her married cunt."
When he'd say things like that, even if it were on the phone, my dick would immediately get hard. It was crazy but sometimes I'd have to either jack off or talk her into some quick unplanned sex after a talk with him on the phone. I don't think she ever noticed how many times right after I'd spoken with Jerry I'd be horned up like that but it happened enough that it worried me she would. Even crazier was all the stuff I'd imagine when I was fucking her. Sometimes it'd just be about Jerry having me in the motel in her lingerie fucking me telling me how he was gonna fuck her. Nutty thoughts for sure.
I'd been trying to follow Jerry's instructions about intentionally neglecting her from the standpoint of not making her have or even letting her get near an orgasm if I could keep her from it. To that end, I'd pretty much stopped fucking her at all and relied more and more on my hand or my meetings with Jerry to keep me satisfied. Occasionally when I just had to do her I'd cum quick and there wasn't any way it'd make her cum. Sometimes I'd just speed myself up by picturing Jerry fucking her and me behind them licking his asshole as he'd be telling her what a faggot her husband was. I'd cum inside her and then just lay there until my dick shriveled up completely and plopped out, or she ran off to the shower. I even went so far as to go in the bathroom so she wouldn't be able to rub her clit to get off in the shower. I could tell it was having some effect cause she'd be open to sex way easier after a few weeks of that.
When I got an assignment that was going to take me out of town for two solid weeks, Jerry was quick to let me know he planned to be fucking her before I returned.