Chapter #9Chapter 1 Continued by: Carl   I propped myself up on my side and looked at my gorgeous but disheveled wife lying naked next to me. I wanted her so much, but the game did not allow it. I loved and hated the level of arousal I reached during these sessions; I was so turned on by my own frustration. It was always an impossible situation I found myself in; loving the slow build up of foreplay, being held for so long needing the release of an orgasm but never reaching it. And when the session was over, suffering the frustration of hovering on the edge waiting for the lustful desire to eventually lessen; but it never fully went away. I was effectively turned on all the time.
We lay in silence for a few minutes, our bodies in differing states. I was still in the realms of lust, but I knew I had to try and distract myself from sexual thoughts as I had no outlet. It was difficult. Becky had led me on cruelly for her own pleasure, and I still had her scent covering my face, the smell of sex required no imagination to cause arousal, and my memory still had the fresh recollections of the feel of Becky's soft sex on my mouth and tongue. I could still feel in my mind, her soft, but firm, buttocks in my hands as she lay on top of me. Those lovely breasts, nipples erect, resting on my chest; how could I think of anything but sex while she still lay next to me?
Then my thoughts deviated as I imagined watching Becky with another man while I was still trapped unable to reach an erection, let alone orgasm. Did that thought suddenly cause a little extra ripple of arousal? I explored my mind again as I imagined her kneeling before that same stranger licking his engorged penis, taking the end in her mouth as she looked up at him, then with a wicked grin looking sideways at me as I watched helplessly. I couldn't help taking that thought one step further, and imagining the stranger coming in Becky's mouth or laid on top ejaculating inside her. It was turning me on!
Was this the beginning of me accepting the possibility that my cruel wife was maybe right once again? The first, slightest signs that I would agree with her suggestion of inviting someone, another man, to use for my frustration, were taking shape in my mind and I couldn't stop myself. I looked at Becky, her body glistening faintly with sweat, caused not by the warmth of the evening, but by the passion and ardor of what had just happened. I put a protective arm across her chest, my hand resting over her right breast. I could feel and hear her sigh ever so gently with pleasure and contentment, and it made me feel good.
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