The whole thing seemed so bizarre, there was sex but no sex was taking place. I followed the two of them from the bathroom into the bedroom: Trish lead the way pressing her towel against the front of her body. Abe followed, naked and sporting an erection, and I was behind them both. Both mine and Abe’s eyes were fixed on Trish’s pert bottom, naked and wet, as it moved with each step she took. Both of us had erections, although mine was very much curtailed, and both of us wanted her. Yet, no sex was taking place. Trish halted by her dressing table and began to dry herself but Abe stepped forward and took the towel from her, “Allow me,” he said. Trish surrendered her towel to him and at the same time surrendered her naked body to him once again. In the early stages of our relationship I had bathed and dried her, like perhaps many other husbands have done to their wives. It had never even crossed my mind that one day another man would do the same, not only that, but that I would be watching. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched a naked man, a man in a state of sexual excitement, toweling down my naked wife. It was such a sexy scene and yet no sex was taking place. I also watched Trish. She stood there as Abe dried her with a look on her face that I hadn’t seen before. She seemed out of it to be honest. An onlooker might rightly assume that was under the influence of a strong narcotic, or perhaps even hypnotised, but she wasn’t. She was under the influence of lust. Her Escort Karşıyaka eyes were glazed over; her breathing was heavy and her nipples were very erect. I watched as Abe knelt and dried her legs. When he reached between her thighs Trish rested her hand on his shoulder. It wasn’t just any touch; she was resting her hand to keep her balance. After he had put the finishing touches between her legs she kissed him. “Do you know that is the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me?” she told him. “Thank you so much.” Abe reached around her with his long arms and pulled her bottom against him as he kissed her, “It was my pleasure.” He told her. There was a moment as they stood there in their embrace that I thought that they were going to fuck there and then. They looked into each other eyes and communicated, of that I’m sure, but Abe pulled away. Maybe he wanted to prolong things, I don’t know. I did know, however, that they would fuck. I knew that Trish had already made up her mind. She had set her boundary edge and that boundary edge was Abe fucking her. On the bed next to me was Trish’s lingerie neatly laid out ready. Abe moved past me and picked up her black lacy bra. Trish was a 36C cup and Abe moved behind her and held it in front of her by the straps. Trish pushed her arms through them and Abe pulled them over her shoulders. As she pushed the cups over her breasts Abe fastened the bra. Trish looked at herself in the bornova escort mirror and adjusted the cups over her breasts. “Thank you,” she said turning to him. Abe moved past me again and picked up her suspender belt. “I hope you are taking notes Tim,” he said to me. “You will be doing this next time.” I watched him kneel down behind her and fasten the belt around her waist. He stood up and came back to the bed to pick up a pair of stockings and Trish sat down on her chair facing me. Abe went back to her and knelt down again with stockings in his hand. Trish lifted a foot and rested it on his thigh. Her thighs were parted and I could see her moist pink pussy lips, prominently pouting. Abe saw too and for a moment his hands hovered over her foot as he stared at her. I don’t know how he managed it but he did. He managed to put one stocking over her foot and roll it up her leg to her thigh and likewise do the same with the other one. Trish stood up and he fastened one stocking then the other to the suspender straps. I don’t know how he managed it. If it had been me she would have been tossed onto the bed by now and fucked. I knew that I wouldn’t have been able to stop him and Trish would have stood no chance ether if Abe decided enough was enough and made moves to fuck her. As I said, she would have been on that bed long ago if it were me. I had to admire his self control. It brought to mind though another story that I had read recently üçyol escort bayan about a first time cuckolding. The ‘Bull’ was experienced and knew that patience was the key. Both the wife and husband would be nervous and unsure. Patience was the key. “The wife will be nervous on two counts,” he had said. “Nervous of her husband’s reaction to her being fucked and nervous of the ‘Bull’. She won’t be used to handling cock of that size and as much as it thrilled her it would also frighten her. Take your time and take her when she’s alone.” I wondered if that was his game. Take her slowly and take her alone. Abe brushed passed me again as he reached for her panties. It was the final piece of underwear. Trish stood, rested her hand on his shoulder and lifted each foot in turn so that he slip her panties over her feet. Abe hesitated once again as he pulled them up to the top of the legs. An inch higher and they would start to cover her pussy. I am sure that he seriously considered stopping and taking her there and then. Trish must have sensed what I sensed as well. When Abe pulled her panties around her she kissed him. “Thank you,” she told him. “I appreciate that.” She kissed him again and turned to me. “I think you guys can get dressed now and leave me to finish off alone.” Abe and I sat waiting in the lounge while Trish finished dressing. Little was spoken between us as he sat with a glass of wine and I sat with a glass of orange juice. What could you say to the man that was going to be fucking your wife soon anyway? I now knew what it was like to be a ‘cuckold in waiting.’ You know it is going happen. You know that your wife is soon going to be fucked by another man. You know that your wife is soon going to be enjoying a bigger and better man in bed than you.