Abstaining leads to more daydreams about her

After three or four days without release, I always begin to daydream about my lovely wife. This particular one began last week when we parted ways for work.

You are at the kitchen counter, preparing to leave. You look as hot as ever in your dress. I approach from behind, wrap my arms around you, and kiss that special spot on your neck that always gets you going. You can feel my erection growing against you, so you start swaying your hips side to side. That tells me you might be up for a bit more. Even though you hold the power over when, how, and if I finish, you still enjoy it when I take charge. So I make a bold move and drop to my knees. While rubbing my face against your lovely backside, I lift and massage your breasts for several minutes. Then I slide under your dress and pull down your panties.

As I hike up the hem of your dress, I catch the scent of fresh soap from your recent shower. Next, I ask if I can worship your bottom with my tongue. You nod in agreement, and I start gently licking while you lean back slightly, gripping the counter for support. We are both surprised by how fast you get aroused. Instead of a quick treat, you lean forward and spread your legs a little wider—a clear sign that you want me to go lower. After just a few more minutes of my tongue circling your clit and my nose nudging into your vaginal opening, I am rewarded as your body tenses up and you experience your very first standing orgasm.

Once I slide your panties back into place, you head to the powder room to fix your blouse and dress before giving me a quick peck on the cheek. “Have a good day,” she says, adding, “I know I will.” There is no reciprocating kiss or mention of the raging erection in my pants. You take what you want for yourself, leaving me wanting, yearning—just how we both love it.