30 Days: Nov. 24th (Patreon)

I am rolling home feeling much more at ease than the day before. Yesterday had been one of the most revelatory days of our marriage. What precisely had been revealed I don’t think either Sarah or I actually knew, but something certainly had. Though vague and unspoken there was no question that a new understanding was growing between us. The obvious explanation for what had happened was my chastity challenge that she did not realize I’d given up on ages ago yet I think that she saw in me, as I was nutting against her hip, the raw power of my lust for her and realized the connection with her letters.

The one thing that was clear, the one thing I already knew, was the depths of her love for me. After I shot my load like a chump she never commented, questioned, judged or jeered. She took it all in her stride and made me feel like a absolute king as she held me and kissed me and whispered her everlasting love to me. Somehow she had taken my most embarrassing moment and turned into something special. We had to get up of course but with minimal fuss sheets were changed, flesh was washed, and she had me back in bed so that I could grab some shut eye before heading to my parents for Thanksgiving.

Through all of it the challenge was never broken. The contents of the letters were not broached even though it was foremost on our minds. We were each enjoying the buffer of silence in our own ways and we knew once the veil was parted we would have to grapple with everything that came pouring out as a result of it. Naughty November was still afoot. There was only a week to go now. The time for reflection and analysis would be coming soon enough.

After she kissed me good night I had the best six hours sleep that I’d had all month. When I awoke she was already away as she mentioned she’d be so I got dressed up, packed some work clothes to take with me, then headed over to share at least a few hours of the holidays with the family.

I was surprised when I got there to find Sarah dressed in more revealing clothing than she normally wore. It was hardly anything scandalous or inappropriate for the occasion, her skirt was a hitched little higher and her cleavage dipped a little lower, but it was a notable change. A change I caught both my dad and granddad noticing on more than one occasion. When I’d shoot them a scowl they’d just laugh and give me a look as if to say, ‘ya did good, boy’. They both ultimately learned a lesson on leering when Grandma whacked them both over the head with a wooden spoon and told them to ‘quit gawkin!’. For her part Sarah took all with good humor. Sarah’s newfound confidence was even more striking than her fashion as, for the first time, she was able to mix it up with the other ladies in the family even when the humor got a bit racy. My family had always liked my wife but this was the first holiday I felt that they were at last truly accepting her as one of their own. It was one of the best Thanksgivings I could remember.

As I entered the house I knew that, mercifully, she had taken Thanksgiving off and there would be no letter waiting for me today. Thank God! I needed the break. Or, at least there wasn’t supposed to be. When I walk into the kitchen to drop off my lunch kit, there one sits. An envelope just like the rest propped up on the table waiting to be read. A pang of real terror grips my heart. She was with my family all day yesterday! My family! She wouldn’t mess around with that, would she!? Not that! Bradley was one thing but surely she knew that even ‘no limits’ had its limits!

“Oh fuck!”

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Dear David,

I know I was supposed to be taking a break from my challenge yesterday but this one came upon me unexpectedly.

Yesterday I made a man cum in under a minute with just my hip. He woke me from my sleep and crawled into bed with me fresh from a shower already sporting the hardest dick I’d ever felt. It was a very nice dick. Nothing special in size, adequately average, but so hard and with this lovely upward bend that I knew from past experience hits things just right sometimes. I think he must have already been excited from reading a letter I had left for him as when I pressed against him and stretched the next thing I knew he was shooting his seed all over my side and the bedding. Can you believe that? I’d never seen a man cum that quickly and with so little stimulation. Have you? It was something I might have expected from a virgin or a teenager, but a grown man? A married man? I was shocked.

The noises he made were pitiful and the expression on his face one of pure humiliation. I’d never seen such a rugged and handsome man so humbled before. But he was so overwhelmed by me he simply had no control of himself. It was that moment of surrender I adore so much but times a hundred. It was a powerful moment for both of us.

I can tell you that it was the most wonderful way to wake up. It sure makes a girl feel sexy knowing that she can make a strong, proud man cum that easily. He made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. He made me feel like a goddess. And the cuddles he gave me afterward? There’s just nobody better. While the quickest it might have been my favorite challenge to date.

When I was saying grace at Thanksgiving dinner later that night I spared a little prayer to thank the big guy for giving me such a man in my life.

Thankfully yours,

Sarah

Nov. 25th