The Morning After

[ChasteHusband62]

Starting last Tuesday (the 24th), I waited all week long for what was to be yet another fuck-fest between my wife of 30 years, and her current, and most long-running Bull! The anticipation was killing me by Friday. Saturday, my wife was in that curious mood she tends to get into as such a "date" draws close; which is a mix of her own anticipation, and a slightly teasing attitude towards me!

"I'm gong to fuck his brains out tomorrow." She said with a sly smile spreading over her beautiful face.

" I don't doubt that for a moment, babe," was my instant reply; and, as we stood there in the kitchen, I could feel my cock getting really hard! I mentioned this to her, and she grinned again.

"Good. Then that means your my 'chaste' cuckold husband!"

"I am most certainly that!" I replied, as my pulse began to thud inside my chest with the growing lust I felt.

"I know!" She said, and she put the palm of her hand over my groin area, and lightly rubbed ii up and down. My cock grew even harder as she did!


I had already made the hotel reservations the same day my wife and told me that she and this other guy were going to get together again. I always found doing that to be a strangely exciting experience. That I was making a reservation for my wife to fuck another guy, instead of me, had a certain exciting element to it.

"I'll bet your horny, aren't you?" My wife inquired, rhetorically. She knew exactly how I was feeling, but asking me was a part of the game she and were playing with each other as a cuckold couple!

"How could you tell?!" I asked with a smile of my own now creeping across my face!

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe THIS is one reason!" With that she grasped my bulge, and gave it a squeeze.

"I'm VERY horny," I said. "If you want the truth."

"Which I do! VERY much!"


She gave me a very passionate kiss as we stood there, me leaning back against the kitchen counter. Our tongues kept lashing back and forth across one another's for what seemed like a long time. I wanted to fuck my wife SO BAD at that moment, but I knew we wouldn't. That had become the prerogative of the other guys she was fucking. Not me.

She continued to caress and squeeze my groin area; teasing me deliberately as she did so; as well as looking up into my face with the most incredible, but faint, smile, or smirk (whatever you want to call it) flickering over her lovely face. She enjoyed my "predicament" as she tended to like referring to my cuckold status as! But then again, so did I! Otherwise, of course, none of this would have been happening at that moment!


We ended up back in our bed room, where my wife had her going-out-to-fuck clothes mostly laid out already across the bed.

Instead of fucking her (which I hadn't really thought I'd get to!), she said she wanted me to jerk-off for a while, "but don't come!" This was something that I tended to do a lot of in the last several years in such a context, and so, I soon had my lacks off, and my underwear, and I stood there in front of her stroking my throbbing, 6 inch, erection!

"Oh-god that feels good!" I said, as I felt the pleasure rushing upwards within me.

"MMM, that's good!" My wife said, watching my hand as it stroked the length of my hard-on.

"I'm SO excited about tomorrow!" I said after several moments.

"I can TELL!" My wife said smiling.

I stood like that for maybe five or ten minuets, before I felt the on-set of orgasm building up fast and hot. My wife could tell, and she stepped up to me, kissed me on the lips again, and then, stepping back, and looking intently into my face again, she said: "Stop. You're getting pretty worked up. You don't want to blow it just yet, do you?" This was another tease on her part, and I loved it.

"No." I said, letting go of my cock shaft. It twitched slightly from having been frustrated in the natural progression towards orgasm. That was always such a "delightful" form of torture. I loved it!

"Okay. Now go mow the yard. I'm not going out until tomorrow, after all!" She grinned. She was loving the "predicament" I was in at the moment; and so was I!


As I pushed the lawn mower back and forth across the yard, I still had a partial hard-on. I kept picturing my wife the next evening with her Bull, as he pumped her pussy with that big black cock of his while I sat nearby in the hotel room watching them!

"Fucking hell!" I said out loud. No one would have been able to hear me, though. But, still, I'd needed to express my frustration in some way! The word "frustration" mostly conjures up a negative connotation, but for me, that "negative" association had taken on a more thrilling, and exhilarating, connotation! I hadn't fucked my wife in nearly three years, while others had, and on a fairly regular basis; and yet, over time, I had come to realize that there were "other forms" of "sex" that didn't include fucking---and that was where I was as I pushed the lawn mower back and forth, back and forth, back and forth over the yard! I was a Cuckold; and I was a "chaste" one at that!

[SamWarrens]

You never got to the night before let alone the morning after. It's 3 years on. Finish the story already.