30 Days: Nov. 10th (Patreon)

As fast as she liked, as deep as she liked, for as long as she liked.  Too tuckered out to write.  The older man.  Details large and small.  Thicker in my grip and a half inch longer.  Such a satisfying orgasm.  Orgasms.  These and so many other things about yesterday’s letter and the madness that followed haunts my dreams both of sleeping and waking variety.  A simple written account of Sarah’s first experience with a dildo had rocked me harder than I ever thought possible.  And damned if I knew why.

Sure I enjoyed a kinky little hotwife story or video from time to time but I had never responded like that before!  For a few minutes there I had completely lost myself.  Even as I thought back now it felt more dream than reality.  Who was that crazy man?  There was some strange power in the blending of lust and jealousy that was…explosive.  Powerful in a way I hadn’t been prepared for.  Smut had teased at it but no piece of fiction had ever stirred up the same emotions and urges as those that hit me when it was my real wife receiving the pleasure without me around.

Thankfully in the cold light of morning reason prevails once more.  What had actually happened so far?  She read some naughty books, watched some adult videos, pleasured herself by hand, vibrator and dildo, and got chatted up by one of the dad’s at the daycare.  None of this was out of the ordinary.  It was unusual for Sarah, no doubt, but for an average American woman this was all business as usual.  Sarah was simply playing catch up with the rest.  It was me and my jealous heart that was making mountains of molehills.  In the end I chalk it up to a week and half of abstinence and an over active libido.

Though damn, it was hard to forget ferocity of that orgasm.  I truly could not remember a better one.  Wow!  Although with that high came the brutal low that followed.  It was a hell of a trade off.

Headed home this Friday morning I am clear headed and better prepared to deal with these new feelings.  My November challenge might have been over but still I looked forward to reading Sarah’s latest update.  In fact I was eager to read it more than ever as it would be one of the last.  I was going to end this sometime in the next few days.  The emotions it brought out in me were just too strong and, with NNN behind me, I was yearning for some intimate times with my beautiful wife.  I would be more than enthusiastic to share her journey in broadening her horizons but this flying solo and these letters and this vow of silence and all of the pins and needles tension that came with them could not continue.  I’d thought about it all night long and deep down I knew that this was the right thing to do.  Just…not yet.

I roll into home, surprised at first to see Sarah’s car parked out front.  Of course!  It was Veterans Day tomorrow and as the daycare was closed on weekends her holiday day off rolled back to today.  What a pleasant surprise.

Since releasing my tension yesterday morning I was feeling much more my usual chipper self and as I step through the front door I call out in a cheesy sitcom tone.  “Honey, I’m home!”

Out from the living room twirls my perfect wife.  “Welcome home, dear!”  She replies like a vapid 50’s television housewife.  In that classic green skirt and pumps to go with her perfect hair and makeup she certainly looked the part today, and damn did her hourglass figure make that style look good.  We laugh and slide into each other’s arms to share a soft kiss.  “You’re late.”

“Stopped to have breakfast with the guys.”  I say.  “If I would have remembered you had the day off I would have been home sooner.”

“I bet.”  She giggles and pinches my belly.

“I would have!  I swear.”  I stroke her soft hair.  “Must be nice to get holidays.”

“It is!  You should try it sometime.”  She teases and gives me another kiss.  “Dinner’s in the oven.  If you're not already full.”

“Hold on there.”  I say as I pull her back into my arms.  “And where are you off to?”

Another sweet giggle.  “I’m just popping out on an errand but I should be home in time to tuck you in.”

“Ha!”

“Do you know of anything that I should pick up while I’m out?”

“Uh, not really.”  I say, my curiosity piqued by this ‘errand’.  I suspect it was just an excuse to get out of the house while I read today’s letter.  It could have something to do with her current ‘challenge’ but what could she really get up to at this time of day on a holiday Friday?  There was no way that boutique was open right now.  Nah, it was definitely for the letter.  And I couldn’t deny that I was greatly looking forward to reading it.  And when I was done, if she wasn’t about, I had full plans on watching that video from yesterday to fap along with it with some lube and my head on straight.  I’d felt pretty damned embarrassed at how I bust like a chump while the old stallion was still warming up.  Today we’d run the race fair and square.  “If you wouldn’t mind grabbing another box of those energy bars I like.  Took the last one last night.”

“Of course.”  Reaching up Sarah places her petite hand against my bearded cheek and gazes deep into my eyes.  Her voice quiet, fragile, open she pours her heart into each word.  “I love you, David.”

“I love you too, baby.”  I whisper back, her adoring gaze making me feel like a million bucks.

She delves the depths of my soul with those stunning cornflower blue eyes of hers then smiles.  “Forever?”

“Forever and ever.”

“Amen.”

We kiss again and say our goodbyes then she was on her way out the door.  I watch her go as her heartfelt words echo in my ears.  She had spoken with such honest conviction that it humbled a simple man like me.  As she drives off I sigh, then turn to hunt for the letter I knew was waiting.

***

Dear David,

You big stinker!

Did you masturbate or was it an accident?  Considering where I found those stains (which you didn’t quite clean up perfectly though I saw you tried) I’m guessing it was on purpose.  Not that I even needed to find them.  I could tell right away that you’d broken your challenge last night when you got up all loosey-goosey like.  David!  You didn’t even make it halfway!  I thought if goofball Nick could last a month then two weeks for my big strong Papa Bear would be no problem at all.  But maybe my man’s just a bit more virile than Leigh’s?  He he he!  Either that or he’s got the willpower of a child.  Ha!  I choose to believe the former.  Either way I hope you enjoyed your little indulgence and I hope that you were thinking about me, stinker.

Don’t think that I’m letting you off that easy though.  You’re going to get back up on that horse and try again, okay?  We’re doing this together, remember?  You and me and Naughty November.  Both of us or neither of us.  That’s the deal.  And I’m not ready to quit just yet.  I cannot tell you how much I am waiting for December 1st!  It is almost all I dream about lately.  But we can’t have a December 1st if we can’t make it through November.  So let’s just pretend this little ‘accident’ never happened.  Besides, for a stud like you 20 days will be as tough as 30 for a normal guy like Nick so it still counts.  I know it will be hard (ha!) but I know you can do it, Papa Bear.  You just have to be strong.  I believe in you David.

For getting off though you don’t get off scot-free.  There must be a punishment.  And your punishment is…I’m not going to tell you a lot about my challenge yesterday.  The short version is that Leigh and I went and got a massage.  I’d never done it before because I was too bashful but I figured that I have to learn to get comfortable in my own skin and what better way than to have a masseuse see me and touch me.  It was all very discreet and very professional.  And I wore a bathing suit.  And it felt very nice.  But that’s all I’m saying, stinker!

Today’s challenge is a big one.  I’m not sure if I’m ready for it but I’m going to try.  (More on that tomorrow.)  It got me to thinking though that we really need an emergency brake for this ride that we’re on.  I learned about something called a safe word.  Have you heard of them?  The idea is that if one partner needs to stop they use the word and everything stops.  I think that might be a good idea for us.  If things get to be too much for you just work the word ‘Platypus’ into a sentence and I will get the message.  Keep an ear out for it in case I need to say it.  This way we can hit the brakes at anytime without me getting all flustered and embarrassed in the process.  If you use it don’t worry, I will get the message loud and clear.  But give me a day to collect my thoughts before speaking about it openly.  I know I’m being silly.  But you knew I was silly when you married me.

I love you SO much!

Yours till the end,

Sarah

Nov. 11th