I only have a short time right now as we are heading over to Home Depot once my son returns with his truck.
Luvsitto - I have considered the possibility of increased periods of denial, but one thing that Sue and I have talked about is perhaps relaxing the rigidity of the "every Friday" and just this morning she raised the possibility of perhaps seeing him 2 nights in a row but not every week, or perhaps Friday nights and then when she would go "shopping" on Saturday.
I didn't come right out and ask her if things were getting stagnant with him, but she seemed very receptive to my suggestion of moving away from the rigid Fridays.
As I've said many times here and elsewhere, this is something we are doing together (believe it or not) and I do want to go further down this road. I would like to experience the angst and anxiety during a longer period of denial. Seeing her naked in the mornings and knowing I will have to wait to have her again is, even now just typing it into the computer, getting me aroused.
I do not see condoms in our future though - Sue does not like them, she says they feel artificial, like it's a dildo instead of a real cock in her. Perhaps in a unique situation, like we had when she just had her IUD fitted, I can see the eroticism in them, but I do not ever believe that Sue would willingly stop having sex with me or stop letting me cum in her just because Don wanted it - she has already told him no and our 2 days is, I believe, very satisfying for both of us and that is something I do not wish to change.
Your last paragraph is very accurate. I did go down on her when she came home last night. There is something just so erotic seeing her undressing knowing the passions she's shared with him and that she is about to share with me. Seeing her reddened pussy still swollen and damp where her tender lips meet. Knowing - having seen firsthand - what she has been doing. And yes, knowing Don's big cock was in her and that he'd cum deep in her - it truly doesn't seem to be something I tire of ever.
It bothered me that she told him that I go down on her when she comes home. I sometimes wonder if the things she told him may have affected how he is with me when I'm there. But I no longer question that feeling and tasting another mans semen in her is an incredible rush. It is as if it is an on-switch for my cock because no sooner does she relax and (no other way to say it) "open up" both sexually and by starting to tell me of her night - my god, my cock goes rock hard.
I sometimes wonder when I the excitement will fade but it hasn't yet. PUlling her knees back and slipping myself into her wetness. All I need do is think about Don having her just like this - and more importantly - her giving herself to him just as she is to me. She has often commented that my cock feels so much larger on these sorts of Friday nights. I know that the denial has certainly raised my desires incredibly.
She told me how they'd fucked in his bed and also in his den in front of the TV. She told me how she stayed naked the entire time and again how she enjoys letting her lover see all of her like that. She will usually put on a robe and clean up a bit if we are having a long night of sexual fun - but with her lovers, she still tells me she does neither and that it is similar to the freedom she feels when we're at the nude beach - that she doesn't need to hide anything.
It never takes us that long on Friday nights - the excitement is very high for both of us and while we may not always cum together, we both always do. She reached it first last night and it turned me on to feel her writhing under me and to feel her wet pussy convulsing and releasing all the cum trapped in her. Last night, when I felt that and heard the moan that I know means she has had hers, I let my mind go to the sight from last week with Don back on his knees. For whatever reason, the image of him kneeling there with a drop of sperm dripping from his bobbing cock - knowing the rest was in her, just as I was at that moment - just pushed me over and my 2 days of desire were instantly quenched (I'm in a poetic mood).
I know we lay there together for a while. There is such a peace lying together feeling each other breathing and feeling our bodies slowly slip apart. She giggled as she grabbed a tissue or two and wiped up before kissing me and going into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
I went in behind her and whispered "leave it wet tonight, maybe we'll wake up in the middle of the night". She giggled some more and called me a pervert but then turned, hugged and kissed me and said "ok". After washing and brushing our teeth we went back in bed and she let me run my hands all over her and my fingers through her wet pussy.
I would have liked to have said we woke up at 5am and had passionate sex, but the reality is that she woke up at 9:30am and took a shower and let me sleep till 10am. I was disappointed until she kissed me and said "I want you more today". And hearing her say that is in some ways what makes it all worthwhile.
Gotta run for now.