Donna woke up, and heard the sound of shower water running in the hotel bathroom. It must have been a peaceful sleep; she didn't even remember hearing Rex get up.
She reoriented herself with the unfamiliar surroundings, and remembered why she was here. Today her husband would give her the gift of his youth -- an ultimate act of service.
The thought made her heart wake, and race with joyous excitement. She sat up quickly, her morning grogginess evaporating almost instantly. She wondered how long Rex had been in the shower: Was he just getting underway? Or was he almost done? She hoped he wasn't too close to finishing.
She cast off her nightshirt in an uncharacteristically hurried manner -- (when she was by herself, she typically undressed much less seductively than when she was under Rex's watchful gaze) -- and then she quietly opened the door of the hotel bathroom. Her feet pressed against the cold tile floor, but her face felt warmed by the steam -- which meant Rex had probably been showering for a while. This meant he might shut off the water at any second, which would have been a disappointment. Donna swiftly pulled aside the shower curtain, and lifted one foot over the tub.
Rex seemed momentarily surprised by the sudden noise, but said nothing as his wife stood behind him, wrapped her arms around his torso, and let her bare breasts push up against his warm, wet back. She almost purred in contentment, knowing what would happen next: she would have one or two delicious orgasms in the shower, while he would be left in throbbing want. Donna had accidentally stumbled onto the benefits of cockteasing, and male orgasm denial, sometime in her mid-to-late 20s -- almost two decades ago, but at an age not too far from where she would be later this afternoon. She hadn't set out to be a cocktease -- a manipulative tormentress -- at least, not initially. She was simply enrolled in graduate school at the time, often worn out from late nights of research. After a stressful week, sex sounded like a good way to relax. Yet, on more than one Friday night, after some fairly heavy petting, she would find herself drifting into a blissful sleep, right at the moment her man was becoming aroused to the point of "needing" relief.
Some of the men she had dated became bitter and boorish about it. They'd brashly complain, sometimes waking her up impatiently. If she failed to rouse herself, they would be moody in the morning. Those relationships never lasted very long. Yet other men seemed affected in an entirely different way: whenever she inadvertently drifted off to sleep, leaving them unsatisfied, she was treated much more gentlemanly the following day; each unintended early ending led to courtesy and wooing on the morrow. The stark contrast of those two reactions -- there was rarely anything in the middle -- made her curious. By the time she'd completed her degree and met Rex, she decided to put her research skills to work in some very erotic experimentation.
She discovered that leaving Rex with unfulfilled desire made him swoon for her. Rex was never put into chastity, or anything harsh like that. In fact, Rex usually had sex with his wife about two or three times a week -- probably about as much as many other married men. However, the in-between days rarely ended with a quick goodnight kiss before the lights went out. More often than not, he was deliberately aroused to the brink of orgasm (at least once, if not more than that), before being left wanting.
