(Part 1 Here)

I wake up, sweaty, hand down my pajama pants, fingers covered in precum, shuddering on the edge of orgasm. I pull my hand back, feeling my shaft twitch against the fabric.

I reach for my phone.

phasma_sum 4:03
It happened again. I woke up from a dream where you were stroking me in the shower as I washed your body.

I put one hand under my pillow and the other draped over my wife as I spooned her, hoping that would keep me from waking up like this again. I fall back asleep but the dreams keep coming.

Throwaway8956859 7:01
Good boy not cumming. Don't worry. Relief is on the way.

I read this shortly after waking up, the head of my penis stuck to my boxers from dried precum. Dammit. I think as I get up and head into the shower. It is Wednesday and I haven't cum since Friday night, although I'd been teased to the edge repeatedly, not to mention the cockblocking on Saturday night. It doesn't take long for me to wash up in the shower, but since I'm alone, I start to stroke myself, thinking about last weekend.

"Woke up early, did we?" asked my wife's voice from the doorway. She smirked at me and walked across the bathroom as I turn off the water and grab a towel.

"Wait one minute," she says and motions me over, pulling the towel off my waist. She runs her hand under my balls and up. "When did you do this?! And why? Not that I'm complaining."

My hips shift as the attention is making me uncomfortably close to the edge. "Um, just a thought, you know. I seem to remember you liking it way back when."

"Mmm, very much. Oh, and hey, I'll hear back from the babysitter this afternoon. I'll let you know."

I get a text later that day, letting me know the babysitter was available. I quick make a reservation for that evening. Before we went out, I let C. know I was using a freebie.

phasma_sum 18:03
Babysitter is here and we're out for a date. I'll use the freebie later, FYI.

My wife looked great, wearing my favorite dress. The whole evening she was making contact with me. Resting her hand on my thigh, her foot against my calf, whatever. She even leaned over and told me how excited she was to enjoy the new manscaping. It's a stupid phrase, but so was I.

After dinner I was ready to head home, but L. wanted to get a drink at her favorite cocktail bar, so who could say no to that? We ended up bumping into her friends and one drink turned into a few for her and I promised to drive. I knew I'd have no self control if I drank.

We got home around 9:30 and cleaned up the kitchen before heading to bed. My wife was just the right amount of tipsy and I was looking forward to finally fucking her brains out. I knew I wouldn't last forever with all the teasing since Friday night, so I planned to make sure she had fun before we really got into it. As I was heading upstairs, I saw the Reddit notification.

Throwaway8956859 21:45
I hope you had fun. When your four hours are up at 10:03, I want to know if you came.

phasma_sum 21:50
No, no, my freebie was starting now, when we got home.

Throwaway8956859 21:51
It starts when you message me, so 6:03p. Hurry up!

phasma_sum 21:50
Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I found L. in our room, folding something on the bed. I walked behind her and hugged her around the waist. I whispered in her ear that I couldn't wait any more and bent her over forwards. She pushed her hips back against me as I was growing hard and slowly gyrated her hips as she hiked up her dress. I unzipped and started to take it out.

"Would you mind eating me out first? Then you can fuck me silly, okay?"

I tried not to groan, but knew that she rarely came from penetration alone. So of course I got down on my knees and started in with my tongue. I glanced at the clock and saw it was still 9:55, so I had a little time. When her breathing became heavier, I slipped a finger inside. Working upside down from the way we usually do things was challenging. But then she asked me to just use my tongue, no fingers tonight. I held in my growing frustration but did it. Before long she was cumming anyway and as quickly as I could without being too much of a jerk about it, I stood up and slipped myself inside. The clock said 10:01 but changed to 10:02 as I was looking. I was an animal, completely taken over by my desire to cum. I pounded her hard enough that she fell forward on the bed, laying flat and only the first few inches of my cock were inside her, hitting her G-spot.

"Oh my god, yes!" she cried and I knew I was getting close. I looked at the clock and saw it was now 10:04.

"Fuck!" I said loudly as I felt an orgasm hitting L. I gripped her tight, as I often do when I am cumming and then pulled out before I came. I had gotten too close. I couldn't believe I didn't lose it. L. didn't seem to notice that I hadn't cum, because since when would I need to fake it, plus she was distracted.

After we regained our breath, we got our pajamas on, climbed into bed and fell asleep spooning. Well, at least L. did. I was painfully erect. She commented on how I was ready to go again and was impressed. Little did she know how heavy and sore my balls and the base of my cock were. I couldn't sleep and after a while hear a ping.

Throwaway8956859 22:45
How did you do?

phasma_sum 22:46
I got too close. It is almost painful now.

Throwaway8956859 22:47
You held off? Wow. You're a very good boy and should be rewarded.

phasma_sum 22:47
Does that mean I can go take care of this?

Throwaway8956859 22:48
No, but I'll figure something out. Good night, sweat dreams.

phasma_sum 22:49
Sweet dreams?

Throwaway8956859 22:50
I know what I said.

I woke up the next morning and although less painful, I was still aware that I needed to cum badly. Everything felt heavy down there and I was leaking like a faucet.

Things were going normally until L. came into the kitchen.

"Um, so you know when I took the morning off to run your mom to the airport last month? Well, I need to cash in that favor."

I asked her what was up, even though I was in a terrible headspace to concentrate on anything.

"C. just called." My ears perked up. "The -- I don't know -- tube? You know, the metal woven hose that feeds water to the toilet? Hers broke last night and caused a big mess. T. is out of town and she can't get a plumber out right away but she knows how handy you are." She was walking up to me, giving me a hug and looking up at me with doe eyes. Not that she needed to convince me. But usually the two-hour round trip plus project time would have been a big ask on a weekday, so I knew I couldn't look too eager.

"I mean, I guess I can push some stuff around." With her hugging me I had become aroused and she reached down. My balls were tender and I gasped with sensitivity.

"Last night wasn't enough for you again, eh?"

I just smiled in what I hoped was a sheepish way.

phasma_sum 8:15
Good thinking. I'll be there in an hour.

Throwaway8956859 8:16
Good.

The drive was difficult and I had little patience for the other drivers. I had to clear my head to get the tools and things I needed before heading out. By the time I got there, I was thoroughly ready.

She met me at the door in yoga pants and a tank top with a sports bra underneath.

"Are you the plumber come to fix my pipes?" she asked with a smirk.

"You don't understand how bad --" I started.

She shushed me with a finger on my lips. "C'mon," she said.

I followed her inside and pulled my shirt off.

"No, no, no, fixing first."

"I thought it was a rouse."

"Only a little. It is actually broken, T. is out of town, and a plumber wants $200 to do this."

"Oh, that's too much."

"I know, right, especially when I can pay you back with a little bit of attention."

"Let's see this, then."

She brought me to the master bath and bent over in front of me to show me the problem. My hands rested on her hips as I stepped behind her.

"Hey, concentrate."

"I am."

"No, on fixing this." She reached back to grasp my shaft through my pants. "Then I'll take care of this."

I unscrewed the toilet connector and see that the metal sheathing had been rubbed away, causing the rubber to rupture against the metal ends.

"Did you do this?"

"It was eroding and I saw it. I may have squeezed it to failure."

We head to the hardware store, which was uneventful except for her hand sitting on my lap the entire drive both ways. Not really doing anything except putting pressure against my by now throbbing cock. Ever time I tried to touch her thighs, she would squeeze my shaft, which caused a bit of throbbing pain and pleasure while telling me "no."

We get back to her house and I start to fix the connector. Behind me in her bedroom I hear the TV come on and a yoga instructor starting up. I look back to see her drop a mat down in front of the double door to the bathroom.

"What? You interrupted my morning routine for this."

The task only took me a few minutes and I cleaned everything up.

As I came to the door of the bedroom, she just pointed at a chair behind her mat. I sat and unabashedly stared at her as she continued her yoga. I unzipped my pants and fished my cock out, feeling the by-now familiar pain and pleasure it brought.

She looked back and knew what I was up to, but didn't stop her workout. As they wrapped up, she stood up, turned around, and called me with a crooked finger.

"Okay. You've been exceptionally good, so why don't you let me give you a little relief," she said, reaching out and replacing my hand on my shaft. This freed up my hands, which went to her waist, around her and down to cup her ass. I lean down to kiss her and she turned to the side. "My neck," she says, and I do.

I felt her pulling down one side of her yoga pants and panties, followed by me helping with the other side, but only just a few inches. Her hand guided the head of my penis between her lips, and I felt her start to move back and forth, running her clit along the top of my cock. I wasn't inside her, but she was so wet that her lips running along me were plenty of stimulation.

"Oh my god," I said, as I stared to move my hips in time with hers.

"I love getting your messages and videos. I love watching your cock throb and bounce for me, unable to cum until I tell you to. I've spent too much time with my fingers down my own panties these last two weeks. Will you cum for me now?"

I groan and my hips speed up as I feel her hand under my shaft now, everything wet and tight.

"Cum for me. Fill up my panties," I hear her say as a knee-buckling orgasm hits me. I grab her for support as my cock throbs rope upon rope of semen into her panties. I'm in a near stupor as she pushes me back to sit on the chair. I see her lie back on the edge of her bed and use my cum to lubricate her fingers as she masturbates furiously. In short order she is gasping from her own orgasm. After a big clearing breath, she stands up, wipes her fingers off inside her panties, and then pulls everything back on.

"Seriously?"

"Bother you?"

"No, it is just, wow."

"Let me make you a cup of coffee. C'mon. I've got good news for you."

With that, she saunters out of the room and I have to zip up to follow her.