He went on a date last night

He didn't tell me with whom, where they were meeting or when he'd be back.

I waited patiently at home for over four hours. I wanted my vibrator so badly but I wasn't allowed to touch it. It was torturous...was he touching her? Kissing her? Fucking her?

My whole body was tingling with anticipation and for the first time in a very long while, I felt alive.

Peeling off my wet knickers, I went to bed and kept imagining different scenerios. I loved the nervous energy that radiated from me.

When he eventually climbed into bed beside me, I could smell her perfume. He told me that his evening, although tame, was most enjoyable. She knew I was waiting at home, and that their date filled me with excitement. She was fascinated by me and my dark desire to be humiliated. He told me of their sweet goodbye kisses and promises to meet again as he held my vibrator against my desperate clit. He told me how she is interested in having me lick her cunt and I came hard at the thought. Ten minutes later, I begged to cum again as he informed me of how he hoped that one day he could invite her to stay overnight in our marital bed whilst I would be relegated to the floor.

I am still on a high, but I am ashamed of how excited this makes me feel. I'm too embarrassed to discuss this with anyone. But, I am happy.

Does anyone else love the anticipation when waiting for their partner?