The Frustration

A single picture. That's all Reid gets. A single picture of his wife looking exquisitely beautiful in a red lace dress. A single picture taken in front of a white wall that could be damn near anywhere.

Wendy is on a date with her boyfriend, who's probably the one that took the picture that shows up on Reid's phone. There's no message with it. Wendy just wants her husband to see how good she looks for her boyfriend, how much effort she put into looking good for him.

Reid always asks for details. He wants to know where she's going with him. He wants to know what their plans are for the evening. He knows they'll have sex - they've been having sex for four months now and they fuck every time they see each other - but he'd love to know if Wendy intends on giving her boyfriend a blowjob, if she intends on letting him have her in a particular position, if she intends on letting him have anal sex with her, which she's done on a few occasions.

No details are given, though. Wendy doesn't always know the details, of course. She likes to let the evening unfold naturally. Sometimes she knows, though, and she just doesn't want to share with her husband. She likes that he has to deal with the frustration of not knowing. She likes that his cuckolding isn't always pure pleasure for him. If he's willing to suffer a little for his reward, that's proof that he still loves it, that he's not souring on the experience of his wife having a relationship - and lots of sex, of course - with another man.

Reid stares at the picture and his fingers hover over the screen. He wants to send a text, to ask for more information. He wants to know where she's going. He wants to know when she'll be home. He wants to know something, anything about her plans with her boyfriend.

"You look beautiful. I'm jealous...in a good way, though," is all he texts back.

Wendy doesn't respond. She never responds. All he gets is a picture. Then he has to wait until she gets home.

He slips his phone into his pocket and heads to the bedroom. A workout almost always helps to distract him from the most frustrating part of his cuckolding, so Reid's going to change.

He stops in the doorway when he sees Wendy's wedding band and engagement ring on her nightstand. She always wears her rings on her dates with Jonathan. Reid can't imagine she left them at home on purpose.

Angst wells up in him. It happens sometimes. A lot of the time, actually. His frustration is in large part because he can't manage the angst without any details from his wife.

"Why did you leave your rings?" he texts.

Wendy doesn't respond. She never responds. Reid doesn't get information when she's on her dates. All he gets is a picture.

He looks at the picture. She looks painfully beautiful in her red dress. Where could they be going? Why wouldn't she wear her rings? Is she considering leaving Reid? Is her relationship with Jonathan a great deal more serious than she's been letting on?

Reid shakes his head to clear out the destructive thoughts. Wendy loves being a hotwife. She loves getting to date freely. She loves getting to sleep with other guys whenever she wants. She's not even entirely exclusive to Jonathan as she sometimes will enjoy a night with a different guy.

Jonathan is the only one she's called a boyfriend, though. He's the only one she goes on real dates with. He's the only one she's done a weekend getaway with. He's the only one she lets cum inside her.

Reid looks at the rings on the nightstand and then stares at the picture again. He won't be able to discover anything new, but it's all he can do in the moment.

Wendy looks so beautiful. She looks utterly perfect. Reid imagines her kissing Jonathan. He imagines the other man's hands on her waist, on her lower back, on her ass. He imagines Wendy falling to her knees and wrapping her red lips around Jonathan's cock as she looks up at him. He's been allowed to watch a handful of times and he's seen her give a blowjob like that, the kind where she seems to want to communicate her overpowering lust for her boyfriend.

Reid changes into his gym shorts and a t-shirt. He puts on his sneakers and grabs his wallet and keys. He heads for the garage. He's more frustrated than usual and that means he absolutely needs a workout.

Reid works out hard at the gym. He goes for nearly two hours. He's sweaty and exhausted by the time it's over. His arms and legs feel like jelly as he gets in the car and heads home. He's not thinking about Wendy, though.

He strips and gets in the shower once he's home. Then he thinks about Wendy. He can't help himself. He wishes he could, but he imagines her in the dress. His mind conjures an image of Wendy and Jonathan in his car. He sees his wife reach over to caress her boyfriend's cock through his slacks. He sees a naughty smile cross her face. He sees her unbuckle her seat belt and lean over. He sees her head bobbing up and down in her boyfriend's lap.

Before he realizes it, Reid is hard and masturbating in the shower. His eyes are closed and the hot water cascades down his back as he pleasures himself. He snaps out of it and leans forward to rest his hands against the wall.

Frustration washes over him yet again. Wendy might be giving her boyfriend a blowjob. She might also be confessing her love to him. She might be making plans to leave Reid for Jonathan. He might be whisking her away for a luxurious night at a hotel where they'll make love half a dozen times, order room service and then feed each other chocolate covered strawberries and drink champagne.

"Knock it off," Reid scolds himself.

He finishes his shower, dries off, and gets dressed. Reid orders delivery and puts on a movie. It's good enough that he doesn't think too much about Wendy. He doesn't even look at his phone.

When the movie's over, Reid takes his dishes to the kitchen and cleans up. He's tempted to send another text asking when Wendy thinks she might get home, but he knows he won't get an answer. He knows the lack of an answer will only increase his frustration and he has no interest in that.

The rest of the night passes without hearing from Wendy. Reid goes to bed, though it takes an hour to fall asleep, in part because he can't help but look at the picture a few more times.

He looks at the image of his wife in that red dress, closes his eyes, and sees her getting fucked in that dress. He sees her on her hands and knees in Jonathan's bed. He sees her looking back at him as he pulls the dress up around her waist and slides into her from behind. He sees her smile and hears her moan. He hears his wife ask her boyfriend to fuck her harder, to pound her pussy, to cum inside her.

Reid is masturbating again. He releases his cock and sets his phone aside. He closes his eyes and this time he pictures Wendy in bed next to him. He feels the warmth of her body against his. He feels her soft lips against his neck. It's frustrating that she's not with him, that she's with another man, but it's much less so.

Eventually, Reid drifts off to sleep and remains lost in his slumber until he's awoken by his wife's return. It's her high heels on the hardwood floor that lures him from sleep. He expects that she'll come to the bedroom, but Reid hears the refrigerator open.

He gets out of bed and heads for the kitchen. Wendy is leaning against the counter with a glass of water in her hand when he enters.

Wendy takes a sip, sets the glass down, and smiles. Reid rushes towards his wife and her smile gets brighter. They kiss as she runs her fingers through his hair.

"I missed you," he says.

They kiss again, this time deeper and longer. His dick is hard. It presses into her body. He runs his hands down her back and grabs her ass. She moans into her mouth while pushing her tongue deeper.

"Did you miss me?" he asks.

Wendy smiles and caresses his face. "To be honest, I didn't think much about you."

Jonathan feels the frustration. He feels the angst. He feels arousal, too. He's now fully immersed in the experience of being a cuckold to a hotwife that has great affection for her boyfriend and whose pleasure comes from being able to sink into a relationship with another man when she so chooses.

"Why didn't you wear your rings?" he asks.

Wendy kisses him softly. There's no tongue this time. "Because he introduced me to his friends tonight. We went to an engagement party, actually. Two of his friends are getting married this summer and Jonathan wanted me to meet them all. He wanted to introduce me as his girlfriend so he asked that I not wear my rings."

Reid feels his heart pounding as he stares into his wife's eyes.

"It's a destination wedding," she says. "In Hawaii."

"That sounds nice."

Wendy smiles sweetly and kisses his neck. "It's several months from now, of course, but Jonathan wants me to go as his date."

Reid lifts the back of her dress and grasps his wife's ass. "He wants to take you to Hawaii?"

She moans softly. "He does. They're getting married at a Ritz-Carlton on the North Shore of Oahu. Not all the guests will be staying at the Ritz-Carlton - it's expensive, obviously - but Jonathan says we'll be staying there. He wants me all to himself for a week."

Reid opens his mouth to say something but Wendy kisses him. She does so deeply, too, and he finds himself lost in the pleasure of kissing his wife while angst and arousal battle inside him.

"Are you going to go?" he asks.

"Of course I am," she replies. "It's going to be incredible. A week at a stunningly beautiful Hawaiian resort with my boyfriend? How could I pass that up, especially when he's going to pay for all of it?" She kisses him again. "Well, I suppose he won't be paying for the bikinis and lingerie I'll be buying for the trip. You'll have to pay for those, but you like buying me pretty things to wear for my boyfriend, don't you?"

Wendy frees Reid's cock and strokes him slowly. He was going to offer an objection of some kind to her plan, but he can't find the words. The truth is, he can't help but feel a certain kind of arousal at the idea of her going on a weeklong Hawaiian vacation with her boyfriend. There's angst and frustration, of course, because Reid will spend an entire week alone.

"Will you call me or text me or send me pictures while you're in Hawaii?"

"One picture a day," she replies. "Just like now. No calls. No texts. Just one picture."

Reid leans in to kiss her, but Wendy releases his cock and steps aside. She flashes a seductive smile and leaves the kitchen. He follows and she takes off her dress while sauntering down the hallway towards their bedroom.

Reid watches the dress fall to the floor and admires his wife's legs and ass, which look stunning thanks her natural beauty and a pair of three inch heels. All that's left on her body is a red thong and Reid can't wait to remove it.

"Did you think about me tonight?" she asks.

"Constantly," he answers. "You know I can't help it. You know my mind races when I see the picture. You know my imagination goes wild because you won't tell me anything else."

Wendy smiles and says, "You don't deserve any more information. My relationship with Jonathan isn't about you. It's not about meeting your needs. It's not about fulfilling your fetish. It's about me. My pleasure. My needs."

"I know," he replies. Even when she admonishes him it's a turn on.

She offers a flirty look and bites her lower lip. "Come here."

Reid steps into his wife's arms and they kiss before she lifts his shirt over his head. His underwear fall to the floor and she strokes his stiff cock. Wendy stands on her toes and guides his dick between her legs. He feels the warmth of her pussy through her lace panties and he wishes desperately that he could be inside her.

"Do you really think you'll still be with Jonathan this summer?" he asks.

"I do," Wendy replies. "I'm fairly certain that he's in love with me, Reid."

His heart skips a beat. "Why do you say that?"

She steps back and crawls into the bed. Reid stares at her utterly perfect ass and notices the wet spot in her panties. It's likely from her boyfriend's cum leaking out of her.

Wendy rolls onto her back and sits up on her elbows. "Because of the way he looks at me," she says. "Because of how often he tells me how happy I make him. Because he invited me to an engagement party and introduced me to all of his friends. Because he actually blushed a little when one of his friends asked when he'd be proposing to me."

Reid's heart is pounding and he feels as though things have spun out of control. "Are you in love with him?" he asks.

She smiles and looks away for a moment. "I don't know."

Wendy glances at Reid's cock and he looks down. He's exceptionally hard. He can feel it, but when he looks down he sees that his cock head is bigger than usual, as if his intense arousal had caused more blood to flow to his loins.

"How could you not know?" he asks.

"It's complicated."

Reid crawls between his wife's legs and takes her panties off. He tosses them aside and stares at her pussy. Her labia are plump and pink and everything is slick with a mixture of her juices and Jonathan's cum.

Reid kisses her stomach and slowly works his way up his wife's torso. He showers her breasts with attention, licking and sucking on her nipples as she moans and runs her fingers through his hair.

He looks up and she smiles. "Are you in love with your boyfriend?" His pulse races as he asks the question.

Wendy holds his gaze for a few seconds and answers, "I'm falling in love with him," she says softly, "and if we're still together this summer it will be because I've fallen completely in love with him. Our trip to Hawaii will be as a real couple, as a couple in love. It will be a celebration of our love. It will be a week filled with beautiful lovemaking in a beautiful hotel."

Reid is filled with frustration, though this time it's directed inwards. He's the one that put this in motion. He's the one that wanted his wife to sleep with other people, to date other people. He's the one that encouraged her to have a relationship with Jonathan because he found it so arousing.

"What do you want, Reid?" Wendy asks.

"I want you," he answers.

She smiles and caresses his face. "You're so cute. So utterly adorable. So completely unable to escape your desires."

"I know."

Wendy guides him inside her and says, "Don't fuck me just yet. Just enjoy me."

Every inch of Reid is inside his wife's messy pussy and it's blissful. "Do you still love me?" he asks.

She kisses him softly. "More than you can imagine."

Her admission brings with it a thrilling sense of pleasure. He tries to pull out but she grabs his ass and pulls him in.

"Don't fuck me," she says.

"Sorry."

Wendy lets go of his ass and takes his head in her hands. She kisses him softly. Her tongue explores his mouth and he closes his eyes and loses himself in connecting with his wife.

"I can already tell you that Jonathan's going to want me to be his," she says. "He won't say anything right now. He's not there yet, but I can tell he's not the kind of man that will be able to share me, not in the way you do."

Reid is pulled back into the present moment and into the frustration. He should tell his wife to break up with her boyfriend, to end it right away and begin a relationship with a new man. Something stops him from doing so, though. Something powerful. It's a mixture of arousal and a desire for Wendy to experience blissful happiness.

"He'll want us to be like his friends. He'll want us to celebrate our love by bonding ourselves together. He'll want to put a ring on my finger, to have an engagement party, to have a fabulous wedding that we invite all our friends to."

Reid pulls out and thrusts back inside his wife. She doesn't stop him. She smiles. She kisses him as he pulls out and thrusts inside her again. He does it because he's so turned on that he can't control himself.

"Do you want that?" Reid asks.

She smiles. She stares into his eyes and caresses his face. "I won't know until I fall head over heels in love with him. I'm not there yet, Reid, but I'm getting there. I'll definitely be there by this summer. It will happen, but I won't know what I want until I'm there."

It feels as though Reid's entire body is bathed in pleasure. He feels the frustration, though. It's still directed inwards. He shouldn't be fucking her. He shouldn't be chasing his pleasure. He should pull out. He should tell her that they need to have a serious conversation. He should tell her that he's sorry but that she needs to break up with Jonathan.

He can't, though. He's so turned on he's not thinking straight and it's the prospect of his wife falling head over heels in love with someone else that has him turned on. Some part of Reid's brain has betrayed him. It's led him down this path of arousal so potent that he's turned into a junkie of sorts.

"I'm pretty sure he'll propose in Hawaii," she says. "He'll ask me to leave you and be with him. He'll buy me a beautiful ring. He'll get on one knee. He'll do it at sunset on a beautiful beach."

"What will you say?" Reid asks as he fucks her faster.

"I don't know."

Reid closes his eyes. He pictures his wife on the beach with Jonathan. He pictures her looking down at her boyfriend, who's on one knee with a ring box in his hand.

Wendy kisses Reid's neck softly, pulling him back to the present moment. Then she whispers, "I think I'd say yes," she says.

Reid groans and cums inside his wife. Pleasure of a variety he's never experienced fills the entirety of his body as Wendy wraps her arms and legs around him, holding Reid close while his body trembles from the intensity of his climax.

She holds him that way after he's finished cumming and he makes no effort to escape her grasp. It feels good despite the post-orgasm regret he experiences.

"I want you to break up with Jonathan," Reid says.

Wendy kisses his neck softly and asks, "Which of you should I believe? The one that just came inside me because he was so turned on at the idea of me marrying another man, or the one who wants me to break up with my boyfriend now that he's had his fun?"

The frustration is gone. In its place is pure agony. Jonathan lost himself to his arousal and he might very well have cost himself his marriage.

"Don't worry," she whispers. "We might break up before the summer. He might cheat on me. I might decide that I don’t like him anymore. He might not propose in Hawaii. So many things can change between now and then."

Reid can only hope that she's right.