Last Night My Wife And I Had A Quiet Friday Evening To Ourselves. We Went To Bed Fairly Early And Cuddled,

Last night my wife and I had a quiet Friday evening to ourselves. We went to bed fairly early and cuddled, me naked, her in pyjamas. After a while I slowly tried to get more intimate, kissing her neck and grinding my little erection into her big, round bum. She giggled and moaned a bit at first, pushing back into me but when I tried to slide the pyjama pants off her curvy hips she pulled away and cooed, “Not tonight, baby…” I relented for a bit and began caressing her breasts under her pyjama shirt before making another attempt to get her bottoms off. This time she rolled over to face me and said, “You just can’t take a hint, can you, little guy…”

Thinking she was just teasing me, I replied, “I can’t help it, baby, your hips have me aching to slide my little penis up inside you.”

She smiled at me with a hint of pity and said, “Awe, you’re so sweet, but you know [your friend] is coming over tomorrow night and I want to save myself for him.”

My heart sank as I realized she was serious. “I could wear a condom?” I offered, holding on to the faint hope my blue, swollen little testicles might finally get some release.

She shook her head and said, “No, he deserves better than a girl who was fucked by someone else the night before. Even her husband, even with a condom on. We’ve gone all week since I last saw him without having sex and I don’t want to ruin that streak the bright before I see him again. It’s so hot when I can tell him I haven’t let you in me since I was last with him…”

My disappointment was palpable but at the same time I was dripping listening to her firmly explain her reasons for denying me. Finally I said, “Alright, I understand. I love you…”

“Awe, I love you too,” she said as she rolled over and pushed up against my throbbing little erection again. “Look on the bright side. We’re letting you stay here tomorrow night and sleep in the spare bedroom so at least you’ll get to hear us… who knows, maybe I’ll even be in the mood to let you go down on me after he leaves on Sunday…”

With that she quickly fell asleep in my arms, but I lay awake for what seemed like an eternity, my mind bouncing from images of her spreading her legs for him here in our bed, to wondering how I’m ever going to swallow my pride and be friendly to him when he’s here, to imagining listening to them fuck through the walls…

Now it’s Saturday afternoon and I only have a few more hours until he arrives…