If KK's out on a solo date, most of the time I'm edging, but not cumming, trying to stay hard as long as I can, in anticipation that she'll come home ready to be fucked, reclaimed. Sometimes KK sets me on mission, as part of her cunning teasing and denial routine - she leaves instructions, a list of tasks for me to perform, with specific demands not to cum until she allows it.
When KK's on extended travel, more than three to four days, I usually can't take it anymore, and will break the no-cumming rule. I'm always jacking off, oiled up, stroking to photos of my wife when it happens. The visual stimulation itself would make me cum, because after three our four days of edging, a gentle breeze would probably make me explode.
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