Three Days Without

Last weekend the wife and I took a trip up north to visit her grandmother. She's a nice enough lady who has had some health problems recently, but very independent and insists on living alone. She lives in an older model one bedroom mobile home, and while I wanted us to stay in a hotel during our visit, Grandma would not hear of it. I relented and was volunteered to sleep on the sofa while my wife shared the double bed with her grandma. The main problem, as I saw it, was that my opportunities to jack off were going to be nonexistent. I've been accustomed to polishing the bishop at least twice, more often three times daily since my early teens. I work from home, so I can easily accommodate my incessantly needy cock. My wife was very aware of my practice going into our relationship (she's been thinking about submitting a story on Solo Touch in which she relates her point of view of our sexual relationship), and is usually the focal point of my masturbation. So, one bedroom, one bathroom, tightly packed mobile home court, no place to flog the hog. I'm not much off a shower masturbator which I figured would be my only hope. I'll watch the wife in the shower and bop the bologna, sure.

That's a frequent part of our morning routine. But with tight quarters in an old lady's home the ambiance to beat the meat just wasn't there.My wife was no help. Actually she was worse than no help. She was relentless. "You balls must be ready to explode" she said. "When was the last time you went tree days without cumming?" she whispered. Or, "You just can't wait to get your fist around that hard cock, can you?" she'd tease, out of earshot of Grandma. Of course she was right. I was dying to pound my pud. Or have my pud pounded by my wife's talented fingers. I think that I may have set a record for the world's longest lasting non chemically induced hardon. I was erect or at least sporting a semi for days on end. Finally we made to to the end of our visit. We boarded the plane and had an entire aisle to ourselves. Fortunately for us, not many people travel to Florida in September. I slumped against the window counting the minutes till I could provide myself some relief at home, and my wife took the aisle seat, busy with her Ipad. My cell phone blipped, signalling a new email. I checked and saw that it was from the pretty lady wearing the yellow dress seated at the end of my aisle. "Sweetie. Thank you for being so wonderful with Grandma this weekend. I means so much to me. I love you very very much. I took my panties off in the airport restroom. Love, Your Moist Wife." I replied: "Perhaps you should slide over into the middle seat. Love, Your Horny Husband" She moved over and laid her head on my shoulder. Since we were above 10,000 feet, I lowered the tray table in front of her, providing at least a bit of privacy. I flipped up the armrest between us, and placed my right hand on her smooth thigh. She parted her legs to give me access and I slid my hand up to her bald mound. I could feel the heat being generated by her pussy and as I slipped a finger between her lips the wetness was evident. Her clit was swollen and ready and she gasped softly as I started to swirl my finger around her hard bud. My wife reached under the tray table and grabbed my wrist and held tightly. "Don't stop" she breathed into my ear. My wrist was twisted into an uncomfortable position, but that didn't last long. "I'm gonna cum" she growled after only a minute or two of being diddled. She did and subsequently kissed my neck and ear with sloppy slurps. "Mmm, thank you sweetie" she cooed. We repeated this performance twice more during the three hour flight. Obviously my cock was straining against my shorts by the time we landed. I checked before we got up to deplane, and sure enough I had a precum stain on my crotch the size of a dinner plate. I held my carry on in front of me as we marched through the airport to baggage claim. My wife was very lovey and clingy as we waited for the bags to arrive on the carousel; her needs were sated for the moment while mine raged through me. I can't remember ever needing to cum as much as I did right then. The shuttle bus ride to long term parking was interminable. I didn't know how I was going to drive us home in that condition, I couldn't even think about it. I was taking it minute by minute, trying desperately not to spontaneously cum in my pants. We finally reached our truck. I threw the bags inside and slide behind the wheel. My wife jumped into the passenger seat and looked around. "There's no one else here, pull your shorts down." she said. I did and my hard cock leapt into view with streamers of precum leaking out of the head. My wife reached over and wrapped her slim fingers around my throbbing shaft and began to stroke me. I may have been making soft whimpering sounds, I don't know, because it didn't last long enough to register. My balls clenched and I began erupting rockets of cum. My wife pumped my cock expertly while I groaned with delight. When I was able to open my eyes i saw that I had covered the steering wheel in cum. My wife's hand and forearm were basted with jizz and small rivulets of spew were still leaking down my shaft as she continued milking every drop from me. I was elated with relief and we both laughed at the volume of cum that had created such a mess in the truck. She pulled her discarded panties from her purse and cleaned the steering wheel and herself as best she could. I pulled my shorts up and we drove home giggling like kids.