Afterwords

[ChasteHusband62]

Setting there, alone in the house, I had just finished jacking-off after nearly two and a half weeks of uncompromising "chastity" on my part; and, to say the least, the release had been tremendous!

As I was still setting back in my chair in front of my lap-top, I could glance down and easily see the huge load of cum I'd dumped across the bare wood floor.

"Oh, fuck!" I said seeing how much there had been.

I closed my eyes for a moment, and savored the lingering tingling throughout my body, and then, when I looked up at the computer screen, I saw I had an e-mail. But before opening it, I cleaned up the mess on the floor, and washed off in the sink; and flushing the damp wads of toilet paper when I was finished.


I opened the e-mail. I was from my wife. She said she had gotten a text from the young black guy she had been seeing now, on and off, for about a year and a half. His name was Demetrius.

"He says he's going to be in town this Friday and Saturday (leaving Sunday morning). He wants to get together" (by which it meant with her). "How about that? Can we? PLEEEEEEEESE!!!?"


I sat back in my chair again, and reread her e-mail several times. As I did, I found myself getting another erection! As I sat there in the silence, with only the white noise from the air conditioning unit going in the background, I could picture the last time my wife and Demetrius had "gotten together." That had been during the 4th of July weekend, 24 days earlier. It still seemed as if it had only been a few days, though! In my memory, the details seemed crystal clear and sharp!

One detail, in particular, leaped out from my synaptic connections with vivid intensity! It was that time on the rented boat when the three of us had gone out onto the lake on the morning of the 5th., the day after Demetrius and my wife had fucked on the boat at night, as fireworks around the huge, sprawling lakeshore had flared and exploded. But that was shrouded in darkness for the most part, the next morning, the memory I am talking about now, was clear and very open!

Setting back in my chair, I let the scene on the boat that next morning wash over me; unimpeded.

I could clearly see in my minds eye, Demetrius setting back on the padded seat cushions at the stern of the boat, legs spread far apart, his big dick jutting up into the slightly cool, but muggy air, his big balls dangling down, and the next thing I remembered was my wife straddling over his lap, and then slowly positioning his circumcised cock head against her already-moist pussy. And then---and oh god, then I watched as she lowered herself down, and as she did, that long, thick black cock of his began disappearing inside of her!

Thinking about that moment, weeks ago by then, I began to stroke my won cock once again---even though I had just finished a long, drawn-out bout of long awaited masturbation!

My hand slid up and down the length of my smaller built cock. It was no match for the one Demetrius had, but it was, after all, the only one was ever going have, so I made the best of what I had!

I continued stroking my cock like that for some time. I wasn't sure I'd actually come. I had already done so, so the likelihood seemed doubtful. But the memories I was replaying inside my head, worked a special sort of magic!


I have no idea just how long I sat there like that, but when I got ready to come, I was thinking of the moment when Demetrius came inside my wife's pussy, setting there in the early morning, on a boat, under the wide open sky; and I remembered when Demetrius came. He groaned so loudly, as my wife and he clung together like two drowning people; and I could see the muscular contractions of his balls, and I knew that, yet again, within the span of less than eight hours, my wife's pussy was taking yet another huge load of hot sperm---but not from me, but from Demetrius!

Thinking this proved incredibly arousing, and it was so potent, that, in spite of the fact that I had cum just moments before, I came again! Not quite as heavily, but with no less intensity!

"Oh--fuck...!" I said as the orgasm began fading.


Before I cleaned up this second mess, I replied to my wife's e-mail. I just said, simply, and clearly: "LET'S DEFINITELY DO IT!!!"

I clicked SEND.

Then I did a second clean up, and as I was finishing, she replied. Hers was an even shorter, but no less enthusiastic, reply. It read: "THANK YOU!!! :-)

The life of a cuckold husband is (always) intense!

[Cajun_Eight]

You are gifted man, in more ways than one. Loved Loved your writing!

[Cajun_Eight]

I guess I should proof read before hitting send. "You are a gifted man."

[txskipper]

And a very lucky man.
I Enjoyed the adventure.

[Les]

Great stuff Chasty!!
Love your writing!!

[OOAA]

Great post & great Demetrius!