Distraction

I’m a little distracted, sitting here at my desk at work, unable to do anything constructive.  Other than to fantasize about my sweet wife, and to dwell on the state she brought me to–and left me in as I dashed out the door to work.

So now I’m typing at the computer instead of finishing my office duties.  It’s okay since I am the boss, but still I’d like to be able to do something productive before I go home…Even now as I write this I can barely keep myself contained in my briefs.  Here’s the story:

It is not at all unusual for me to waken with a rock-hard erection.  Today was for sure a little harder than on most days, but it shouldn’t have been too difficult to get up and wait for it to get soft so I could go about my business.  But my loving bride thought it might be fun to play with it awhile.

No, sorry, not enough time to make love before you have to leave, and besides you just got some yesterday, but let me please play with your thing a little bit.  Now just lie there and be still.

So who am I to argue?  Slowly her nails tweaked and twirled their way up my twitching phallus.  A little firm pressure here, and a feather-light touch there.  Sensuous scratching around the ring of my cock head.

Her other hand–still cool from being outside the covers–gets in on the act, and I feel the luscious sensation of coldness against my balls.  As they rise up high into their sac, another fingernail is felt tracing a path to the sensitive space behind the scrotum, and right up to the ring between my cheeks.

I start to plead and beg for release from my exquisite agony, wanting to start thrusting my penis against her hand, roll her on her side to take her from behind, put her on her back and take her quickly and forcefully as a missionary.  But to no avail.

You’re late; she tells me, just lie totally quiet for another minute.  And now her fingers are batting my swollen penis back and forth like roly-poly doll, rolling it to and fro and kneading it like a batch of phallic bread dough.

With a final flourish of her fingers around the head of my glans she rubs the silky pre-come in little maddeningly delightful circles.  Then she slowly licks my secretions from her fingertips, smiles and kisses me, and tells me she loves me.

You behaved very well, she says, just like a perfect gentleman.  Expect a reward tonight for your good behavior.  Now get dressed and go to work, you’ll just make it in time.  I love you, sweetheart!

So I made it to work, but have accomplished almost nothing all day, and I’m hoping this brief interlude on line at marriageheat.com will clear my head a little.  I think it may be working.

Can’t wait for tonight!