I wish I had more time to post right now but wanted to say that sex last night had a bittersweet feeling to it. We'd talked about a lot of stuff before and during foreplay - she really wanted reassurance that I was going to be okay with it all. I asked her why she was asking so many times and she said that this time it's her that wants it. I was curious so I asked her more and she said that in the past whether it was Frank asking her to go to the wedding or whether it was my abstaining from sex with her, that she felt it was always me or her lover asking for it and that she somehow felt that when I said okay then, that she could just go along with it.
She said she also felt a bit of unease - that she wasn't sure of herself at times. I asked her if she wanted to do this. She said a meek yes. So I just came out and said it "if it's what you want to do - to not have sex with me till after she comes home" that she needs to just tell me and I'd be okay. She took a big breath and she said she wants to. I laughed and said teasingly "want to what?". She smiled and then said "I want to not have sex with you after tonight until after I come home from being away with Frank". I held her tightly and said "if it's what YOU want to do, then I want to do it with you" and I said softly "I will be so horny waiting for you ... but I want to do this too, I want to feel how it is to know you are his for a while. She hugged me back and she said softly in my ear "I want to be his".
There was more that was said and more that was talked about - but shortly after her admission, we were having passionate sex in our bed. She would tease me and egg me on at times saying I "should enjoy it now" and "you'll miss my pussy". But towards the end when she knew I was getting close she told me to "go for as long as you can and enjoy it as much as you can" - and damn if I didn't ride her for as long as I could. She'd tease me with "come on, one last time" and towards the end, I couldn't really remember what she'd been saying other than it pushed me over the edge. I know we'd fucked a lot in the past few days but damn, last night, it felt like I was a teenager again with how much cum I left in her. She squealed as she felt me release in her and then her sexy moans with each subsequent thrust were just awesome to hear. I stayed in her as long as I could. She knew what I was doing and she hugged me as she whispered "you can enjoy for a little longer" and we rocked back and forth with my softening cock still in her saturated pussy. But eventually it slipped free and she giggled as it slid out.
She just lay there as I moved back up onto my knees. No effort to close her legs at all. "I thought you'd like to see for a little longer" and she gave a squeeze that pushed out a thick bead of cum and she giggled and said "ooh, that's a lot in me". But eventually she closed her legs and said "enough, before my side of the bed is a mess", and with that she went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. I followed and she playfully handed me the washcloth and then the towel but she took the washcloth back and again wiped up. She saw me staring at her in the mirror - one foot up on the toilet.
When I was done she asked me to step out while she finished cleaning up. I left her alone while I pulled on some boxers. I heard the water running and then the toilet and a minute later she came out with her long-t-shirt on. I kissed her and took my turn in the bathroom. As I was peeing I noticed something on the counter and picked it up. It was an empty douche container and it immediately hit me that she must have cleaned out all of my cum just a few minutes ago. I know she would sometimes do that so she wouldn't leak later on or even have a smell - but this was unexpected. I was stunned for a second until I thought that she'd done this intentionally tonight instead of what she'd normally have done - sleep with her panties on even if she was a mess in the morning. I stood there staring at it in my hand and the crazy thing was - it turned me on in a way. All I could think about was what she'd been saying about me not cumming in her and it turning her on and this - wow - this was just crazy to feel aroused about but I did and actually I still do.
I did NOT bring it up with her but I may as it had to have been a conscious decision of hers to leave the empty container out like that. Instead, I pulled up my boxers - no chance my cock was going to get hard again, not after that fucking on top of the night before. But I did look at her differently in bed afterwards. When I came back in she was standing at her dresser and turned to look at me and said "one last view" and she pulled up her night-shirt and let me watch as she stepped into her panties. She saw me staring at her and she got this smile on her face and said to me "do you want to pull them up for me?" I was hesitant for a moment but then saw the look on her face and it just registered with me that she wanted to do this and she wanted me to support her on it and that perhaps this was what she really wanted to convince her. I walked over to her and she looked at me and said "you know what this means, right?" I kissed her and she kissed me back and said "My heart will always be yours". I knew I should have maybe said something or done something else but instead I just smiled and I actually bent down and pulled them up. I did hear her inhale sharply as I pulled them up but I didn't stop - I took one last glance at her pussy and her curly pubes and the swollenness between - I probably should have done more but instead I took my own deep breath and pulled them up to her waist. As I stood up she hugged me really deeply and then pulled back, kissed me and then said in the most sincere voice she has "thank you.... thank you for making this easier for me".
And that was it. I kissed her and we climbed into bed and cuddled. In a way, I think I know how Rick from the "Rick and Brenda thread" feels - holding his wife but knowing he's not having sex with her. It feels incredibly sexual and incredibly exciting to know that her sex is for another.
Even this morning she was very loving with me - kissing me frequently and the like. I know I should feel something but I don't - at least not just yet. Even now this afternoon - yes, my ardor is returning, my cock is a bit hard writing this - but I feel a strange contentment knowing I've given her what she's asked for.
She said she also felt a bit of unease - that she wasn't sure of herself at times. I asked her if she wanted to do this. She said a meek yes. So I just came out and said it "if it's what you want to do - to not have sex with me till after she comes home" that she needs to just tell me and I'd be okay. She took a big breath and she said she wants to. I laughed and said teasingly "want to what?". She smiled and then said "I want to not have sex with you after tonight until after I come home from being away with Frank". I held her tightly and said "if it's what YOU want to do, then I want to do it with you" and I said softly "I will be so horny waiting for you ... but I want to do this too, I want to feel how it is to know you are his for a while. She hugged me back and she said softly in my ear "I want to be his".
There was more that was said and more that was talked about - but shortly after her admission, we were having passionate sex in our bed. She would tease me and egg me on at times saying I "should enjoy it now" and "you'll miss my pussy". But towards the end when she knew I was getting close she told me to "go for as long as you can and enjoy it as much as you can" - and damn if I didn't ride her for as long as I could. She'd tease me with "come on, one last time" and towards the end, I couldn't really remember what she'd been saying other than it pushed me over the edge. I know we'd fucked a lot in the past few days but damn, last night, it felt like I was a teenager again with how much cum I left in her. She squealed as she felt me release in her and then her sexy moans with each subsequent thrust were just awesome to hear. I stayed in her as long as I could. She knew what I was doing and she hugged me as she whispered "you can enjoy for a little longer" and we rocked back and forth with my softening cock still in her saturated pussy. But eventually it slipped free and she giggled as it slid out.
She just lay there as I moved back up onto my knees. No effort to close her legs at all. "I thought you'd like to see for a little longer" and she gave a squeeze that pushed out a thick bead of cum and she giggled and said "ooh, that's a lot in me". But eventually she closed her legs and said "enough, before my side of the bed is a mess", and with that she went into the bathroom to get cleaned up. I followed and she playfully handed me the washcloth and then the towel but she took the washcloth back and again wiped up. She saw me staring at her in the mirror - one foot up on the toilet.
When I was done she asked me to step out while she finished cleaning up. I left her alone while I pulled on some boxers. I heard the water running and then the toilet and a minute later she came out with her long-t-shirt on. I kissed her and took my turn in the bathroom. As I was peeing I noticed something on the counter and picked it up. It was an empty douche container and it immediately hit me that she must have cleaned out all of my cum just a few minutes ago. I know she would sometimes do that so she wouldn't leak later on or even have a smell - but this was unexpected. I was stunned for a second until I thought that she'd done this intentionally tonight instead of what she'd normally have done - sleep with her panties on even if she was a mess in the morning. I stood there staring at it in my hand and the crazy thing was - it turned me on in a way. All I could think about was what she'd been saying about me not cumming in her and it turning her on and this - wow - this was just crazy to feel aroused about but I did and actually I still do.
I did NOT bring it up with her but I may as it had to have been a conscious decision of hers to leave the empty container out like that. Instead, I pulled up my boxers - no chance my cock was going to get hard again, not after that fucking on top of the night before. But I did look at her differently in bed afterwards. When I came back in she was standing at her dresser and turned to look at me and said "one last view" and she pulled up her night-shirt and let me watch as she stepped into her panties. She saw me staring at her and she got this smile on her face and said to me "do you want to pull them up for me?" I was hesitant for a moment but then saw the look on her face and it just registered with me that she wanted to do this and she wanted me to support her on it and that perhaps this was what she really wanted to convince her. I walked over to her and she looked at me and said "you know what this means, right?" I kissed her and she kissed me back and said "My heart will always be yours". I knew I should have maybe said something or done something else but instead I just smiled and I actually bent down and pulled them up. I did hear her inhale sharply as I pulled them up but I didn't stop - I took one last glance at her pussy and her curly pubes and the swollenness between - I probably should have done more but instead I took my own deep breath and pulled them up to her waist. As I stood up she hugged me really deeply and then pulled back, kissed me and then said in the most sincere voice she has "thank you.... thank you for making this easier for me".
And that was it. I kissed her and we climbed into bed and cuddled. In a way, I think I know how Rick from the "Rick and Brenda thread" feels - holding his wife but knowing he's not having sex with her. It feels incredibly sexual and incredibly exciting to know that her sex is for another.
Even this morning she was very loving with me - kissing me frequently and the like. I know I should feel something but I don't - at least not just yet. Even now this afternoon - yes, my ardor is returning, my cock is a bit hard writing this - but I feel a strange contentment knowing I've given her what she's asked for.
