The unexpected

In the wake of the current challenge, yesterday I resolved to try to fuck my Wife either last night or this morning.

My plans for spooning up behind her and nudging her in the back were thwarted by he fact that I fell asleep on the sofa about 9:45, and then went to bed early. There was no need for a sedative wank but, after 3 days, it was a struggle not to. But I’ve made a promise so I didn’t.

In the middle of the nigh I woke up on pain.
I’ve mentioned a couple of times before that, courtesy of having an ultrasound probe slipped up my arse, I know I have an enlarged prostate: it’s about 50% larger than normal. And every once in a while it is really quite painful and wakes me in the middle of the night. And so it did last night.

I’ve not kept strict notes, but I’m pretty sure this is most likely to happen when I’ve not purged the offending gland for a few days, so this was not entirely unexpected. Usually I’ll reach for ibuprofen, and half an hour later get back to sleep. Last night this was not an option due to other medication I am taking for tendinitis (no, not in my wrist!) which is incompatible with most of what I keep in my pain-killer arsenal. So I lay in bed, with my ubiquitous hard-on, and tried not to think about the pain.

Eventually it subsided and I drifted off to sleep. But I woke again, apropos of nothing, an hour or two later. I didn’t sleep well last night.

Around 6am my Wife got up to go for a pee. In the good old days (when I say good, I mean the not as bad old days), especially at the weekend, this was usually a sign She wanted a fuck. My cock and I lay eagerly awaiting her return, and I planned my first fondle and stroke. When She came back to bed, I offered an arm to wrap around Her shoulders. It was rejected. I asked how She was doing, and She wasn’t sure whether She felt ill because She’d been dreaming about feeling ill or had been dreaming about feeling ill because she felt ill. It was clear I wasn’t getting to unload my sack this morning.

So I got up in a grump, with my cock bobbing up and down as I walked round the bed and past Her, and went downstairs for breakfast.

Normally I’d have tugged myself off in such circumstances, before I’d even had my first mug of tea. But I’ve made a promise. So I sit recounting my frustration with an unwanted semi, and gently aching balls.

This had better be worth it.

24 Responses to “The unexpected”

  1. I’m proud of your will power, good going.

  2. Feeling quite grumpy as well although I can’t claim to be in physical pain. Emotional most all the time. It’s my way I guess.

    Bisous While Thinking Of All Things Un-Erotic,

  3. Luckily I worked all day and am exhausted. Unluckily I spent a good dose of time with the woman I adore. I have, however, remained strong!

  4. Ah, friends… Again, you are stronger than me… and it seems your abstenience is making me hornier, and dare I even say randier than normal!

    And christ, Accidential, your description… damn.

    Good luck all! *hugs and kisses*

  5. Aw, AM, this is awful!! But I’m so proud of you, too!! Hang in there! You have people all over the world hoping you get laid this week 🙂 xx Hy

  6. workspousestory Says:

    I am supporting you in your struggle. I really am!
    Just a few more days…

  7. You are in love ❤ thats sweet

    • To paraphrase Pink Floyd …

      Was it love, or was it the idea of being in love?
      Or was it the hand of fate, that seemed to fit just like a glove?

      One slip, and down the hole we fall
      It seems to take no time at all
      A momentary lapse of reason
      That binds a life for life

  8. sexuallifeofawife Says:

    Shame she wasn’t up for easing your pain…
    You’re doing soooo well though!

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