The Longest Wait

Finally, after so much buildup, the day of the planned “meetup” arrived. {if Cuck = true}It was time for fantasies to become real.{endif}{if **** = true}It was time for your nightmares to become real.{endif}

The morning had been tense. The anticipation seemed to linger in the air. Your wife seemed just as distracted as you were. The weight of it made her shoulders slump. As the evening approached, she returned to your bedroom to change. You took a seat on the sofa, nervously {if Female = true}biting your lip{endif}{if Male = true}tapping your leg{endif}.

Finally, she emerged, dressed the same as before. She gave you one last peck on the cheek, and then she was out the door. You flipped on the tv, trying to find something that would serve as distraction.

It was going to be a long evening. You’d agreed not to text each other while she was out with him. Instead, once she got home, she would tell you everything that happened. {if **** = true}Indeed, she’d gotten special permission from him to tell you everything.{endif} The only situation where you’d get a notification from her was an emergency.{if **** = true}

(****) You ended up checking your phone several times an hour, anxiously making sure that you hadn’t missed an SOS from her. At the slightest hint of danger, you were ready to spring to her aid. How could you sit still when she was in his grasp?{endif}

Thankfully, there would not be any emergency. The darkness fell over your little house, and the clock ticked by at an agonizing pace. Outside, the cicadas buzzed like a storm.

It wasn’t until late that night that the stillness was broken. You heard the sound of footsteps approaching the front door, followed by the jingle of trees. That made your ears perk up. You turned back to see the door open, and your exhausted wife stumbled in. Her hair and her outfit were far more disheveled then they’d been when you’d sent her off. {if **** = false}Despite her obvious exhaustion, there was a little smile on her face.{endif}{if Boss = True}{if Dress = 6}

(Boss/Dyke Breaker) It took you a moment to notice that she wasn’t even wearing the same clothes that you’d sent her out with. Gone were the “lesbian” clothes that you’d picked out together. In their place was a slutty combination of skirt, heels, and collared white button up. She looked like a pornified secretary.{endif}{endif}

You hurried to the kitchen to make a cup of tea for her. Once it was ready, you sat beside her on the couch so you could listen to her account of the date. You needed to hear everything.