Passing the time

[ChasteHusband62]

When I don't go with my wife on one of her "dates" what do I do? That is, how do I "pass the time" while waiting for her to come back home?

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I glance up at the clock in the kitchen and see the time is 10:08. I've rinsed the dishes and put the plates in the dish washer and the pot and lid in the sink, and drying my hands on the dish towel, I turn and lean back against the edge of the kitchen counter and let out a long sigh.

I feel the antsy-ness that I always tend to feel at times like this. Washing the dishes had been a ploy to help distract myself, but now that they were done, the realization that my wife was not only out with another guy, but that the ultimate plan was for her to fuck him after words (and at a hotel room I had already paid for, and for that very occasion several days prior), it was nearly all I could think of!

Such, I told myself as I walked into my study in the back of the house, was the life of a cuckolded husband---and a "chaste" cuckold, at that!

My wife had gone to meet her recent Bull at around 8:30 that same evening, and now that it was 10:20, that meant that surely they were finished with dinner (at a very fancy restaurant that I had also made reservations for at the same time I had the hotel room); and that they might even have already made it back to the hotel room. At that thought, I felt my pulse surge a little. At the same time, I also felt my cock tingling behind my zipper!

I tried distracting myself with a book, but after perhaps half an hour of re-reading the same paragraph, I tossed the book onto the couch cushion next to me. I had been unable to avoid the mental image of my wife being ravaged by the young black man that I knew as "Duane!" I had witnessed my wife with several other of her various Bulls over the last three plus years of our adventures in cuckolding, but Duane had said he did not feel comfortable with me in the room with he and my wife, so that was why I was there, at home, and alone!


After a few moments I lifted the screen on my lap top, and then I clicked on a porn site I had been going to a lot lately that featured primarily "inter racial cuckolding" videos. Then, once I had done that I sat and watched several amature videos of white wives being fucked hard by incredibly big black cocks, sometimes with their husbands nearby watching! I knew, of course, exactly how those men felt in such a context! Their hearts would be pounding with that curious sense of excitement only a real cuckold husband could understand! Even though I was not with my wife that evening, I was with her "in spirit!"

I'm not sure exactly just how long I sat watching such videos, but after a while I stood up and slid out of my slacks, and then my undershorts, and sat back down and began stroking my smaller, but none the less erect, cock!


I sat there like that for some time; first stroking my throbbing cock shaft, and teasing the sensitive flaring rim of the glans; but then stopping just short of actually going far enough to come!

"Ah, fuckYEAH!" I'd say as my cock would twitch and jerk from the close proximity to an orgasm! Then, after a few seconds, I would resume the same trajectory as before---over and over it went like that for some time!

The inter racial videos were exciting, but what got me the most excited of all, was the images in my own mind of my wife fucking this other guy!

"MMMMM-, fuck him, babe," I'd say a loud every so often. "Yeahhhh---fuck him good. Fuck him HARD. I know you can do that." I seen so with my own eyes often!

In my minds eye, I could "see" that black guys big, thick cock head pushing her pussy lips apart as my wife spread her legs far apart, and receiving it with unvarnished lust! She loved the biggest, and blackest, of black cocks she could possibly find; and she had come across quite a few in the three years since I voluntarily became her cuckold!

The fact that she in her late 50's when this began had had no impact whatsoever on the young, and horny, black guys she had fucked. In fact, it seemed as if the fact that she WAS older (and white, and married) made these younger black guys all the more eager to fuck her!

As I sat there thinking of that, my hand was stroking my own cock. It was curious that in the three years that had passed since all that had begun, that my own cock had not once been inside my wife's pussy; but, that was very much the truth! Masturbation, and lots of nights spent like I was then, watching porn, had become my "sex life!" Not that I was really complaining. I wasn't!


By the time it was nearly midnight, I was so fucking horny, that I knew I wasn't going to be able to wait for much longer. Originally, I had hoped to wait until my wife got home! I wanted to jerk-off on her pubic bush, as I had before---but the urge to come had become far too strong to ignore for much longer!

I sat up on the edge of the chair I had in front of the desk on which my lap-top was setting, and began to stroke my throbbing erection with a sudden urgency.

"Oh, fuck, babe..." I said quietly thinking of how things had probably gone between my wife and her newest Bull. "I love you, but...I just can't wait any longer! Okay?! You understand. Right? But I just gotta come!"

I could feel the unmistakable sign of my impending orgasm, and I just let it happen! As I was stroking faster and faster, suddenly, I exploded a massive load of hot sperm!

"UUUGH, YEAAAHH!" I grunted loudly, as the first spurt of sperm shot out nearly a foot or more through the air, and landed heavily onto the wooden floor at my feet. I could actually hear it hit! It was soon followed by another, and another, and another, and another, and another!

As I was coming, the feeling of relief was tremendous! I also found the thought of my wife's pussy probably quite full of this other guys sperm even more exciting!

I could imagine his cock slowly sliding out from inside of her, and seeing his cock all wet and slippery looking, and then seeing the first glob of his sperm oozing out, and down the crack of her ass! "Oh YESSSSS!!!" I said at that thought. "YES! YES! YEESSS!!" The pleasure this brought not just to her, but to me, was always amazing to me!


In the fading afterglow of orgasm, I sat there as yet another inter racial video was starting to play on my lap-top. I felt that strange tiredness that always preceded such an intense orgasmic release.

"Yeah," I said. And looking down at the dark wood flooring, I could see my sperm laying there, festooned like a string of (melted) pearls!

I looked at the time on the screen, and it read 12:23. I wondered just when my wife would be home. She must have been having a lot of fun with this new guy. She was usually home by eleven. 12:23 was a new record for her!


I eventually switched off the lap-top and got some paper towels and made sure I cleaned up my mess thoroughly. Then I crawled into bed. I was going to attempt to read again, but after the long night of sexual tension, as well as it's ultimate release, I was exhausted! So, I turned the light out and was asleep in seconds.

When I woke up, the room was lit with the early morning sun. I had slept alone in our bed, and I got up when I heard sounds coming from the kitchen.

"Hey there! Night owl!" I said, as I saw my wife setting at the breakfast nook table sipping a cup of freshly brewed coffee. She said there was a cup for me if I wanted it; and I did.

I gave her kiss before setting down across from her.

I wanted to ask her how last night had gone, but I decided to let her get around to that in her own time! All I did say in reference to that was that I'd "missed" her.

She smiled at that, and put her hand on mine for a second, and then said: "I love you."

To which I replied by saying: "I know that."