30 Days: Nov. 14th (Patreon)

I sit staring at the envelope on the table. Outside the sun shined and birds sang but here alone at my dining table it was dim and silent.

I didn’t even know what waited for me inside of it yet I found myself tempted to pull out my cock and start to stroke as I read my wife’s letter. The pressure from my chastity challenge was hitting the red line again even quicker than the first time. All day and all night the image of Sarah at that strip show ogling other men had flashed in my mind again and again and again. My lust burned through my veins. God how I wanted her! How I wanted to throw her down and fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. I wanted her, I NEEDED her, specifically her, like I never had wanted or needed any woman before. All it would take is one word and I could have her again. But before I consider that, there was a letter to read.

As I pull the envelope close I note it’s thickness. It was another long one. Perhaps in this one she would pour her heart out to me. Perhaps this would be the day she called it quits. Or perhaps it was just another chapter in our unfolding Naughty November.

***

Dear David,

What a day! My life is certainly becoming a lot more interesting.

It all began at work when Richard brought with him a lot more than just his boy Oscar. The first surprise was that he showed up with a whole other son! Richie Junior is his youngest son from his first marriage who is on a gap year before heading off to Stanford in the fall and the reason he was there was to help carry in all the goodies that Richard brought in for the whole daycare! He brought healthy treats and some new educational toys for the kids, coffee and muffins for the staff and other parents, and for Tonia, Casey, and I he brought a great big bouquet of flowers in a lovely glass vase. The card in the flowers thanked us for the amazing job we were doing looking after his kid. It was all so sweet! And Richie Junior was such a character. He might share his father’s name and easy charm and handsome looks but in personality he couldn’t have been more different. He’s such a clown! Ha ha ha! He had the kids all jumping around and laughing as he did his antics. He was such a natural with children at just 19. That kid’s going to make a great dad someday.

As Richie kept the kids busy I chatted with Richard over the muffins and coffee. Seeing the pride in him as he talked about his two sons was really beautiful. And seeing the way Richie and little Oscar interacted so warmly and naturally despite only being half-brothers was such a testament to Richard’s fatherhood. Boy did I get worked up, and it had nothing to do with our challenge. Watching those three today got those old instincts coming out in me again. You cannot even know how attractive we women find a good dad. It’s an aphrodisiac like no other. All I could think about was maybe, hopefully, seeing my man with a little David Junior bouncing on his knee. I know we were going to wait a bit longer but today brought home to me that my clock is ticking. Like your folks say, is there ever really a ‘good’ time? Maybe we can talk about this again in December.

The next surprise came during nap time. The tots were out like a light from all the excitement that morning so Tonia and I stepped out for some fresh air while Casey kept an eye on things. Out at the picnic table Tonia shocked me by diving straight into what she and James got up to after the charity show the night before! I stammered and blushed and felt extremely uncomfortable, but after all our naughty fun together and the fact that it was me who invited her I felt like it would be rude to suddenly turn prude on her. And my goodness! That girl could certainly paint a picture with her words. They did some roleplaying and it sounded like they had such a fun time together. They are so different from us. She made sex with James sound more like adult playtime than the super romantic style we have. And that’s not the only difference!

With a wink and a nudge she then asked how things went at our house once you and I saw each other again. Thankfully I was able to sidestep that conversation by telling her about your No Nut November challenge. She thought it was pretty funny that you were doing that to yourself but she also thought it was pretty cool how you were trying things like that. I guess James had talked about doing it in the past but never went through with it. She said that she never realized how ‘cool’ you and I actually were. She kept using that word, cool. She said that I hid it well. And then she said…that she and James were swingers!

Once she explained to me what a ‘swinger’ was I nearly fell off the bench. I am so behind the times! When you suggested being with someone else at the beginning of our challenge I thought it bonkers. But here I had been working with a swinger this whole time! It’s obviously WAY more common than I ever would have imagined. When did the world get so kinky? Or was it always this way just hidden in plain sight? Long story short, she and James thought it would be ‘cool’ to get together sometime. EEP!

After work I popped by the boutique again with tonight’s challenge in mind. It was so funny. When I walked in the clerk greeted me like an old friend as if I were a long time regular. The gay couple that was in there must have thought me a total floozy! Ha! This time, even though there were other customers in the store, I forced myself to do my business even if I was sweating like crazy. Yes, I made a purchase. But more on that another time.

Sorry for making these letters so long. I know all of this had nothing to do with my challenge today but I just want to share with my hubby everything going on with me. It’s all thanks to you that any of this is happening after all. It’s nice to know you’re involved even if its just in reading my letters. It makes it an us thing and not just a me thing. And that’s important to me. Besides, we can’t really talk about this stuff elsewhere as it involves our challenge, and that would be breaking the rules.

Okay. Enough blathering. Onto the challenge!

I’m assuming you already know about it by now but let me give you my side of things anyways. As mentioned I had bought something new for my activity of the evening but first I wanted to set the mood and make myself feel sexy. I put on some nice sultry music, lit some scented candles, and got into my black lingerie. Lounging in bed I read a chapter or two to spur my imagination and I was just thinking about turning to my challenge when I heard a big rig pull up in front of the house! David. I thought for a second there it was a scene right out of one my books and that you’d had enough and come home to sweep me up off my feet even though you were at work. I would have been putty in your hands.

I get out of bed and peek out the curtains and you know who it is? Bradley! I couldn’t believe it. He knows darn well that big eight wheelers aren’t allowed in our neighborhood yet there he was. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. From the stories you tell of your misspent youth he’s never been a stickler for rules. Next thing I know he’s hopping out of his truck and on his way to the door! All I had on was my lingerie!

David, I swear to God I don’t know why I did it, but when I went to the closet to make myself decent instead throwing on a nightie or my big bathrobe instead I slipped into the little black satin robe that I picked up at the boutique today. Maybe because I thought it would go so well with the lingerie, which I bought it specifically to pair with, or maybe just because I was feeling a bit naughty after all my getting in the mood. But for whatever reason before I know it I am answering the door.

You should have seen the look on this face! Ha ha ha! He actually backed up to double check the house number as if he’d gone to the wrong place. He was so silly! Ha ha ha! I felt like I might just shrivel up from embarrassment but I stood my ground and greeted him like everything was perfectly normal. I’d never seen a man so flustered before. All his rebel tough guy act went out the window as he stammered and bumbled over his words. Eventually he mumbles out that he needed that ‘emergency’ envelope that he left with you a couple of months ago. Still trying to act calm I invite him in. He must have stood at the doorway for a good thirty seconds before stepping inside.

It was so funny watching him pretend not to notice my skimpy outfit. Try as he might though his eyes did wander. I kept catching him peeking at my stocking legs and sliver of space that the robe left down my chest. Each time he looked he would tear his eyes away and blush as bad as I usually did. It was kind of adorable seeing a rough guy like that get all flustered over little old me. Seeing the effect that my body was having on him made me feel, I don’t know, extra sexy and powerful or something.

I know he’s an old friend of yours and I know I shouldn’t have done it but I teased poor Bradley. As we spoke I would ‘accidentally’ move in such a way that opened my cleavage a little or exposed a leg a little. And when I finally went to get his envelope I had him wait at the base of the stairs as I walked up. I couldn’t actually see him but I just KNOW that he got a peek up my robe to see the garter belt and panties. I can’t describe but I could just FEEL his eyes on me as I climbed the stairs. It made my skin tingle and my coochie warm. I knew it was bad yet I couldn’t help myself. I felt so deliciously naughty! My heart all pitter-patter I got the envelope from the safe then brought it back down to him.

Just before he left he paused like he wanted to say something but in the end he just wished me good night and was on his way. I locked the door and ran all way back to the room with my whole body tingling. He hadn’t really seen anything that anybody at the beach couldn’t have seen yet I knew I’d been a bad girl. A really bad girl. And I wasn’t done yet. This part you won’t know about. In the thrill of the moment, as I heard his truck begin to pull away, I slipped out of my robe…and flung the bedroom curtains wide open in just my lingerie! It was already too late for Bradley to see as he was pulling away, but Old Man Brown from down the street was walking his dog! I shut the curtains right away but he and his pooch had already got an eyeful! Ha ha ha ha! Oh my God! How am I ever going to talk to him and Mrs. Brown again?

Well, after all that I counted that as my challenge done. Nobody REALLY saw anything or anything, but that was enough. It wasn’t what I’d planned but by golly it sure got my blood pumping.

Okay, this is way too long. Sorry! I’ll try to keep them shorter. Love you!

Your cool wife,

Sarah

***

Richard, Richie, Tonia, James, Bradley, and…Old Man Brown!? It was all so much for my lewd and paranoid imagination to take in at once. Like a snowball rolling down the snowy slope of a mountain the events of Sarah’s new life were building upon themselves and gathering momentum. I felt like I was standing frozen in its path. How did one stop an avalanche?

It was the last bit that grabbed my attention most of all. Sarah had invited a man into the house while I was away. She had invited him in wearing the lingerie she bought for us. Lingerie I hadn’t even seen her in myself. And a skimpy robe that I’d yet to see at all. But Bradley had seen them. He’d caught a peek of my wife’s perfect ass filling those dainty panties right here in our home. Fuck!

Most sobering of all however is that I had talked to my old friend briefly late last night. Definitely later than any of this would have happened. I knew he had passed through but he hadn’t mentioned the envelope or stopping by the house or meeting Sarah or being teased by her. He hadn’t said a word. Not one word.

The fires of jealousy and lust burned inside of me hotter than ever, enflaming my passions to twisted new highs. I lean back and let out a long breath. Sarah’s private challenge was starting to touch friends, acquaintances, and neighbors. The bolder and braver that she became the more real and arousing this was becoming. But playing with fire always left everyone burned in the end. One of us needed to stop this. Before things were done that could not be undone. One simple word is all it would take.

“Another day.” I whisper. “Another couple of days.” I fold the letter quietly wishing that the next was already here to open. “Soon.”

Nov. 15th