A restless night

Hours later, David awoke sweating profusely, his heart pounding and his breathing heavy. Something was wrong, he felt. He tossed aside the covers and sat up, trying to slow his heart and the feeling of dread that had come over him. It wasn't until then he noticed his raging hard on.

His cock, usually average sized looked huge, straining against his boxer shorts, the pressure almost overwhelming him. He stood and stumbled towards the bathroom, turning on the light and clutching the sink, looking at his reflection.

He was as pale as a ghost, his face covered in sweat and his eyes bloodshot. His heart still pounded in his ears and he could feel his entire body trembling. Was he sick? Was it some kind of flu? Was he having a panic attack? The thoughts raced through his mind. Then there was his family, what would they say, what would Linda say...

“Linda...” he mumbled hoarsely, and his cock twitched, his thoughts turning to his wife. To her smiling face, her baby blue eyes, her smile. He smiled, calming down, focusing on the image of his beloved wife. Of her lips wrapped around his shaft. His cock twitched again and he felt a surge of desire, his thoughts turning more sexual. The curve of her ass, those pert breasts, her pussy.

David groaned as his cock twitched again and a new thought came unbidden to his mind. A new desire. He turned towards his bedroom and glanced at his still sleeping wife. He wanted to fuck.