First night at home on my own - (it's long, but worth reading)
Linda left yesterday morning for the first business trip in her life, so I just spent my first night at home on my own. (To be clear: it’s not the first time I am home alone
- It’s the first time that I am home alone
while Linda is on a business trip!)
No kids around (all at college), no wife, I could have taken the advantage to organize a wild party with friends, letting the bear flow, and inviting some young chicks to make some fun together.
But I didn’t.
I’ve been aroused all the day long thinking of meek Linda surrounded by sexually active conference attendees, and I needed urgently to have some private time for myself.
Nevertheless, when home alone I made a point of not touching my dick.
That was a tough assignment!
At 6pm I received a short text from Linda, saying that she was getting ready for the official dinner.
I replied “Good luck”. That was the last contact between the two of us, and so far (it is 7 am as I am writing this post) I did not receive anything more.
I think I could resist, but I didn’t.
When I eventually got asleep at 11pm I had jerked off already three times (maybe four!).
I woke up suddenly at 2.27, looking for Linda at my side. Of course she was not there!
I grabbed my cell phone, I put on reading glasses (
), looking for any messages which could have arrived in the meantime.
My inbox was empty.
So at 2.45 I had to update my jerk-off log, to record an extra one.
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Let me now make a flash back to the day before yesterday, which I hadn't the chance to report on this forum.
I knew from the morning that Linda was in a good mood.
So at noon I texted her asking if she wanted me to help her in selecting her clothes to pack for the trip.
She replied that she didn’t need any help, but the she would’ve been very happy if I checked her luggage afterwards to see if she was missing anything - I really couldn’t interpret that reply (positively or negatively) until I got back home at five thirty.
Her luggage was already on the doorway.
I went upstairs to change clothes. I was so horny that I couldn’t resist peeking in Linda’s sexy lingerie Box.
Unfortunately, all seemed to be at its place. The box (which I periodically check, secretly) seemed to be intact since my last inspection. What a cold shower!
As soon as I was ready, with Linda’s permission I opened her luggage.
I was so much disappointed …
In fact, I found only the standard business clothes which I expected to find: basically women’s pants and jerseys. I was depressed.
But digging a bit, I also found a very nice lounge dress, which Linda knows I adore. It’s grey, just one inch above knee long, very tight. “What is this for?” I asked loudly.
Linda was in the kitchen and shouted: “I’m sorry Jesse, I am preparing for dinner. What are you talking about?”
“I say… This dress… I mean, the grey one. The one that I love!”
“Oh, that…” she replied nonchalantly “That is for the official dinner tomorrow evening”.
As I gulped, my sleeping dick stiffened immediately.
“What will you match it with?” I shouted in my turn, but trying to emulate her same nonchalance.
“Haven't you checked the white bag, yet?” Linda replied naughtily.
I hadn’t, actually.
As I unzipped the bag, the first thing to pop out was a grey-pink box of ... condoms!
Durex Performax Intense, to be precise, "designed to speed her up and slow him down", as it is written on the box.
OMG!
Then I found a small selection of stockings, suspender belts, sexy lingerie, and so on …
I didn’t have the guts to check thoroughly the contents. Feeling the urge of jerking off, I clumsily put all back in, I quickly zipped the bag, and put it back in Linda’s luggage.
I entered the kitchen an placed a huge kiss on her neck.
“Do you thing I am forgetting anything?”
“No… No, I believe it’s all ok” I tried to dissimulate my arousal.
After dinner I suggested that we should go to bed early, as she was facing a long day tomorrow.
Linda agreed, but said “No naughty play, though!”.
I reassured her: “No naughty play, promise”
But how could I resist?
We had already switched off lights when I asked very softly: “Can I have one last peek at your trimmed pussy before you leave?”
“Oh please Jesse, Let me! I’m tired. Besides you promised
No naughty play…”
“Just one more peek, please. It will take no time” I begged
Linda sighed: “Ok, but no touching!” and allowed me to lower her panties.
Beautiful, but I could keep my thoughts for myself: “Have you seen it closely? Some hair has already grown back?”
“Yeah, I saw that. Isn’t it disappointing?”
“You should remove them before leaving”
“I wish I had time to go to the beauty salon…”, Linda seemed very annoyed.
“I can do it for you, if you wish.” That’s my boy scout background: anytime there is someone in need, I try to help.
“Hum! I doubt it will work”
“At least let me try! Please…”
“Ok then, but only if you are quick!”
I will not tell you all details, but in ten minutes the situation was:
- Linda laid in the middle of our bed, legs obscenely spread, her head resting on two pillows, blindfolded;
- a spotlight directed right to the center of Linda’s pussy (the blindfold was actually to protect Linda’s eyes from the light, but had a considerable erotic side effect);
- me on my knees, between her legs, a magnifying lens on my left hand, a pair of tweezers on my right, carefully removing the undesired hair.
If I go back only five days ago, I am sure that I could not even imagine that in a few days I would’ve ended up grooming my wife’s pussy to prepare her for her first business trip.
What a shift! And that is thanks only to the discussion we (I mean me and you readers) had on this forum. I owe you something!
(BTW: As I had promised, we didn't have sex... that was tough!!!)
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As I am writing (it’s already 11.00, because meanwhile I had to go to work, and had other important things to do) the only message that I received from Linda was a text at around 8.00, with the usual greeting that we playfully exchange in the morning when we get up.
My cock is worn out by the furious stroking of the past hours.
My balls are burning, and hurt, because they need to unload once again.
But I am at work, so I see it much difficult to perform
Besides that, there is a voice which continues to warn me:
“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch! You don’t have any evidence, yet , that Linda has cuckolded you. It might likely be that she is only teasing you…”
And I try to convince myself: "Anything is fine!"
Now, with this final suggestion, I must leave you and return to my work.
Thank you again for your support.
