A question of mutual desire
As so often, this morning I woke early with a turgid member, and an urge to hammer it into my Wife’s dripping cunt. Guess what. That’s right, Dear Reader, it didn’t happen. Inevitably I woke before She did, but getting out of bed did disturb her a little. As I usually try to, I made sure my hard-on was as casually visible to her as possible as I quietly walked round our bed, picked up some clothes, and went downstairs for breakfast. With my throbbing cock still twitching and jiggling, I walked naked around the kitchen, fed the cat, and made my tea and toast. Then I got dressed an caught up on a little pervy blogging.
An hour or so later, I heard my Wife getting out of the shower and I headed upstairs to ask what She’d like for breakfast. We decided She’d sort it out Herself whilst I, having not yet showered (so as not to wake Her with the sound of our plumbing) attended to my own ablutions. She was still only partially dressed – black and white striped bra, black lace boy-shorts panties (why, oh why, oh why, would anyone ever not wear matching lingerie? It never ceases to baffle and frustrate me!) and as I watched her putting on her T-shirt, in the wake of Show-er, I made a point of looking at Her body. I looked at Her cleavage, the line where Her thigh meets Her mound, and the shaddow of Her bush visible through the black lace. (Have I ever told you how much I’d love to shave Her pussy for Her? On a scale of 1 to 10, I think we’re talking about a 14!) I looked slowly, and it is just possible She noticed me fucking Her with my eyes. (I was a long way past undressing her with my eyes!) Nothng was said, and as I stood up from the bed, she stepped forward and we had a brief hug. This is unusual in itself, and was a possible sign of progress, or even amorous intent. My dick started to grow, but although my crotch was pressed against Her belly, the clinch was brief, and I suspect She was unaware of my expansion. And we moved apart, but our eyes met briefly, before we both averted our respective gazes.
I hadn’t bothered to put on any underwear earlier, knowing that a) I would soon have a shower and b) I like going commando more often than is practicable. I made a point of getting undressed infront of Her. I made a point of standing so She would see me in profile. I made a point of fantasising about Her writhing body impaled on my sex, just to maintain my semi. I made a point of standing up straight, holding in my stomach a little and clenching my PC muscles, so as to enhance my sillouhette. As She did Her early morning stretches, bending over, I made a point of shuffling around Her, facing towards Her, so my partially engorged genitals passed within a foot of Her face (though I did this as casually as possible, and I’m not sure She actually noticed, but you’ve got to try). And I had my shower.
I knew She would still be in the bedroom for a while – She still had to finish Her stretches and getting dressed. I washed more quickly than usual, occasionally stroking my cock and day-dreaming of returning to the bedroom and finding Her naked on our bed, legs spread wide, torturing Her own nipples with pinches and twist, and Her fist thrusting into Her muff. Obviously this was never going to happen, but I wanted to maintain my boner and get it back in front of Her before She went downstairs and I fell flaccid.
When I returned to our room, hastily and ineffectively towelled, She was still there. I dressed as slowly as possibly without being conspicuous. I again stood so She could see how horny I was. And again we said nothing of consequence. Our eyes did not meet. And I am in no way certain my efforts were not entirely for my own titillation. But you never know.
Yes it would have been better to grope Her ass, bury my face between Her tits, or take Her hand in mine and wrap it around my shaft. Yes it would have been better to tell her, point blank, I wanted to bury my face in Her twat and my cock in Her mouth. That I wanted to fuck Her so loudly the neighbours blushed. That I wanted to taste our mingled juices as they trickled down from Her slit to Her anus But do not forget our marriage is neither fully functional, not has it been so much as consummated for months. And one day, when I have worked my way far enough through telling you of the notches on my bed-post that I can tell you all about my Wife’s sexuality, you will understand quite how unlikely this ever will be.
And as I type this, I can feel the regular dribble of pre-cum lubricating my foreskin, and my prostate and balls ache sufficiently that I have had to take pain killers. I could so easily go for a wank. Fuck knows I need to blow my wad! But just in case She wants to drain my seed for me, just in case She wants me to flood Her tight hole with jizz, just in case she wants to watch my face contort as my orgasm spasms inside her, I shall bear the pain and save my semen for Her.