It has been a few weeks since Kristen has played with her main BF [Mark]. Yesterday she just up and announced that Mark was coming over at noon today to fuck her in our marital bed. She didn’t ask--- she informed me.
In preparation Kris had me clean the entire house after work yesterday, including washing the sheets and pillow cases on our bed to make them fresh for her lover. I was up to midnight carrying out her requests.
When we got ready for bed Krissy put on what she affectionately calls her “granny” nightie and asked me to prepare her douche bag. I got her douche ready and she sat on the toilet and cleaned her pussy out. This was a not too subtle way of telling me “no sex tonight”.
Morning came quickly and I was off to work. I didn’t get to help Krissy get ready for her date as usual--- so I missed out on this erotic time together. By 12:30 I knew that Mark had arrived and that they would soon be on our bed make love to one another.
I sat at work trying to concentrate on my latest assignment but I couldn’t focus. I knew that by 1:00 pm [this afternoon] my wife had her lover’s cock deep inside her body. I have been with Kris enough and seen her so many times with other men that I knew exactly what was going on. This mental image tortured me all afternoon.
At about 1:30 pm it hit me. The deep burning in my abdomen, the perspiration running down my neck and the extreme feeling of unrest I was experiencing was “cuckold angst”.
I decided that I hate it when Kristen has her lovers over at our house to fuck her in our marital bed while I am at work. It is as if my obligations to my employer represent a sophisticated way of cuckolding me. Having to be on the job rather than listening in or watching is tantamount to temporary male chastity.
Since we have been in the “lifestyle” Kris has fucked a number of men during the day while I am at work. Once this activity was a real turn on for me. But now I suffer from feelings of helplessness, anxiousness and ---- well, cuckold angst.
Today, I was unable to prepare her for her date. She did not discuss with me any of her intended activities with Mark [Would she suck his cock? Would they do anal? Who knows---I’m out of the loop] I don’t even know what she wore for him. It was as if her date never happened, but I know it did--- and this fact coupled with being completely left out of the picture created more intense feelings of “cuckold angst”.
I’m almost afraid of going home--- fearful of the humiliation I will feel when she tells me how many orgasms Mark gave her and what a great pounding she received from him. Moreover--- there is absolutely no guarantee of sloppy seconds--- or that she will allow me to clean her pussy.
Krissy’s way of cuckolding me is a very exquisite form of tease and denial--- and she is a master of the game.
In preparation Kris had me clean the entire house after work yesterday, including washing the sheets and pillow cases on our bed to make them fresh for her lover. I was up to midnight carrying out her requests.
When we got ready for bed Krissy put on what she affectionately calls her “granny” nightie and asked me to prepare her douche bag. I got her douche ready and she sat on the toilet and cleaned her pussy out. This was a not too subtle way of telling me “no sex tonight”.
Morning came quickly and I was off to work. I didn’t get to help Krissy get ready for her date as usual--- so I missed out on this erotic time together. By 12:30 I knew that Mark had arrived and that they would soon be on our bed make love to one another.
I sat at work trying to concentrate on my latest assignment but I couldn’t focus. I knew that by 1:00 pm [this afternoon] my wife had her lover’s cock deep inside her body. I have been with Kris enough and seen her so many times with other men that I knew exactly what was going on. This mental image tortured me all afternoon.
At about 1:30 pm it hit me. The deep burning in my abdomen, the perspiration running down my neck and the extreme feeling of unrest I was experiencing was “cuckold angst”.
I decided that I hate it when Kristen has her lovers over at our house to fuck her in our marital bed while I am at work. It is as if my obligations to my employer represent a sophisticated way of cuckolding me. Having to be on the job rather than listening in or watching is tantamount to temporary male chastity.
Since we have been in the “lifestyle” Kris has fucked a number of men during the day while I am at work. Once this activity was a real turn on for me. But now I suffer from feelings of helplessness, anxiousness and ---- well, cuckold angst.
Today, I was unable to prepare her for her date. She did not discuss with me any of her intended activities with Mark [Would she suck his cock? Would they do anal? Who knows---I’m out of the loop] I don’t even know what she wore for him. It was as if her date never happened, but I know it did--- and this fact coupled with being completely left out of the picture created more intense feelings of “cuckold angst”.
I’m almost afraid of going home--- fearful of the humiliation I will feel when she tells me how many orgasms Mark gave her and what a great pounding she received from him. Moreover--- there is absolutely no guarantee of sloppy seconds--- or that she will allow me to clean her pussy.
Krissy’s way of cuckolding me is a very exquisite form of tease and denial--- and she is a master of the game.