Homecoming, Part 1Submitted by: Mistress Tabooís Slave, Drat
My Wife/Mistress and I had been playing with various type so teasing and chastity for a long time. However we were never able to find a secure device. As time progressed, we ended up experimenting with a homemade acrylic tube that could be secured to my frenum piercing. As we were working the last kinks out of the device, I suddenly got called on a business trip that was going to keep me away for about a month. I would be able to be home for the week of Thanksgiving, but would have to leave again after that for an undetermined amount of time. Unfortunately, as much as we tried, we were not able to get the device ready before I had to leave, and so off I went unsecured.
Being away, it quickly occurred to me how much freedom I now had.
Unfortunately Iíve never done real well with freedom. When I was home,
we had the kids, and my wife was always around, so finding time to
have a little fun by myself was much more difficult. So my wife was
much more able to keep tabs on my sexual release and control it as
she saw fit. So of course, with my new found freedom, I was quickly
downloading all the porn I could, and whacking off two or three times
a day. I didnít mention anything to my Wife about this and she didnít
really ask. However, about two weeks in, we were chatting online and
she informed me that she figured I had been playing around for the
last couple of weeks, but that now I was to stop. I was to get rid
of all my porn and remain chaste until I return. This was to facilitate
my being ready and wanting when I returned home.
It was a very long couple of weeks, but I had managed too be obedient and not cum.
Finally it was time to come home.
Mistress had informed me that she had some fun activities planned for us when I got home.
So I packed up my things and got on the road. After a two day drive, I finally got home. It was wonderful to be back. I got back in the afternoon and spent some time with the kids and had a wonderful evening. Later in the evening we got the children put to bed and we sat down on the couch and just snuggled up and enjoyed being with each other.
Now of course having been a little over two weeks since I had any relief, and not having even been able to be around my Wife, I quickly found myself acutely aroused and hard. One of my Wife pet peeves has always been my getting hard or sexual when weíre just snuggling together. She of course noticed my hard-on and said "Well some things havenít changed, have they?" I answered "Well itís been a long time and I havenít even been able to see you or touch you in so long." She said, "I think we need to set the tone of your visit correctly. Upstairs with you!"
So we both started upstairs to our bedroom. I was very horny, and thinking this is going to be a blast. Iíve been DYING to go down on her since the day I left. However, I was also a bit nervous as a lot of times weíve done some pretty heavy play when weíve happened to be away from each other for a while. We get upstairs and she orders me to strip. I of course oblige and am now standing before her naked while she is still fully clothed. Suddenly, her entire persona changed, and I recognized that look. That was the look of my wife turning into a VERY strict Mistress. She proceeded to order me onto the bed, face down, spread eagle. She then went to our "toy" chest, and grabbed the leather restraints and attached my wrists and ankles to the bedposts.
She came around to the side of the bed where I could see her and said, "Now that I have you where I want you, Iíll explain the rules. Youíve been gone for 29 days. So Iíve decided that you have to take 5 strokes with the instrument of my choice, for each day you were gone. All 145 strokes will have to be taken before you get to have an orgasm. I will determine how hard or soft each stroke is. I will also determine "where" each stroke lands, including your balls! The only thing you get a say in, is how many strokes you ask for. And if you donít get all your strokes in before you leave, then it sucks to be you, because weíll definitely have your device ready before you leave."
My mind was whirling. 145 strokes! We had played with whipping here and there, but usually 20 or so strokes, I think the most we did in one session was 40. Mistress does pretty hard strokes, so 145 was not something I was going to be able to handle in a session or two. We had also just started to play around with ball slapping and torture before I left. Having to take an unknown amount of strokes on my balls could drastically affect my chances of release as well. Knowing that she would be controlling how hard the strokes were was scary... if she was feeling merciful, I could probably take 30-50 strokes at a session, but if she went all out, I could easily max out at 5-10.
She continued, "Iíve also decided that you should have to endure some Capsaicin applications. I know you hate them, but I LOVE to watch you squirm, and... isnít that what itís really all about?" She paused, "Iím going to roll this six sided die, and whatever number it lands on, is how many times you have to have the Capsaicin applied before you are allowed release." She picked up the die off the counter and rolled. My heart stopped at this point. We have incorporated the application of all sorts of things on my cock and balls during hand jobs and what not. Ranging from Mineral Ice to toothpaste to Stinging Nettles from the yard. But the absolute worst thing above all else is the Capsaicin. It goes on easy, but about 1-2 minutes after itís on, it starts burning intolerably. And Mistress knows how to make it even worse. Irritating my cock with other things first, or applying a lot of the cream makes it unbelievably painful. I spend the next 45 minutes in the shower with the cold water hitting my cock and balls jumping around because it burns so much. She LOVES to watch me jump and squirm around.
I heard her say "Oooo, five applications, sucks to be you." She had picked up this phrase from a friend of ours, but of course when she uses it, it has a completely different meaning. I started thinking about what my Mistress had just laid out before me. 145 strokes of her choosing, 5 applications of Capsaicin. All this and Iím only going to be in town for 6 days. That meant that I was going to have to shoot for multiple sessions each day if I wanted to even have a chance at any relief while I was home.
Mistress came back over to the bed and said, "Well I suppose we should start trying to get some of those strokes taken care of. You ready?" I replied, "As ready as Iíll ever be I suppose." With that, she returned to the toy trunk and came back with a cane. Yikes, I hate the cane. She saw my look of distress and smiled saying, "Now, you be a good boy, and keep count, and make sure and tell me if you want me to stop. Remember that the only reason Iím whipping you is because you want to get relief while youíre home. If you want to give up your chance at orgasm while youíre home, we donít have to do a single stroke." I nodded.
With that, we started. I tensed up and looked down into the bed, I felt her tap and rub the cane on my ass. She pulled back, and then, Swwiiishh! Crack! My ass exploded as a red hot line of pain went across it. I started to panic, if she kept up at this level, I would be calling it quits before we even got to five. I called out "One!" She smiled. The next stroke was almost as painful. I could feel both lines distinctly across my ass. I was getting really worried at this point. Fortunately as she continued she lowered the strength just a bit, so I was able to handle them a little more. As we got to seven strokes, I was in a full sweat, breathing heavy and my ass was stinging like hell.
As I lay there waiting for my 8th stroke, head buried into the bed, I suddenly heard a sound different than the normal Swish. Before I had a chance to even think about it, I felt my balls explode in pain! I realized that instead of whipping me with the cane, she had slapped me HARD on my poor balls that were lying out below me, defenseless on the bed. The pain was extreme. It radiated all the way up my lower abdomen. I whipped my head around to look at her and she had this totally evil grin on her face. As I lay there trying to recover, she asked, "Have you decided whether you want to try another stroke?" I laid there and tried to think. I asked, "Is it going to be on my balls again?" She said, "Thatís my decision, all you get to decide is if you want to try to earn another stroke." I looked at my Mistress intensely, trying to determine if she was going to strike my balls again. I had started to recover a bit, and so, remembering that I had a LOT of strokes to earn, I said, "Yes."
Much to my relief She went to the trunk and got out the paddle. I was very relieved. She spanked me hard with the paddle. It was a very different feeling than the cane. The cane has a much longer and intense burning sensation. But when she goes full bore with the paddle, itís a much more immediate wall of pain. But it subsides much quicker. She proceeded to continue the paddle strokes until number 16. Once again, my only warning was the split second before when I realized that the sound of the oncoming stroke was different. She had gone to the balls again. Again, I was in extreme pain. After a couple of minutes of recovery, I told her I was ready for another stroke. Assuming that she would probably switch to a different implement once more. BIG mistake. She came down again on my balls, but with the paddle this time. The pain was blinding, I was almost in tears. I told her to stop. That was all I could take. She looked at me again, with that same grin on her face. I laid there for a while in defeat. I couldnít believe that all I was able to take was 17 strokes! It was going to be a VERY long week.
As I laid there recovering, she went into the bathroom and started to undress. My eyes were fixated. I hadnít seen my Mistress nude for almost a month. She was beautiful, 5í6", long blond hair, great ass, wonderful C cup breasts, and perfect size 7 feet with dark red nail polish. God I had missed her. When I was home, I would go down on her almost every night. Since I had been gone, it was all I could think about. I wanted to taste her, to feel her orgasming as I went down on her. It was all I could think about.
She came over to the bed and said, "Well, now I think itís time I got off." She walked around the bed and took the restraints off of me. She ordered me to get off the bed and stand at attention with my hands behind my back. I did so, and she grabbed the handcuffs off the night stand, which I hadnít even noticed were there, and locked my hands behind my back. She ordered me to assume the position. My heard leapt! The "position" was kneeling beside the bed. Mistress would lie back on the bed and her pussy would be at the perfect height for me to go down on her. I have spent many a wonderful evening in this position taking Mistress to wonderful long orgasms.
She sat down on the bed right in front of me. There she was, her pussy just inches away from my mouth. I was so fixated, I didnít hear her pull the small egg vibrator and dildo from the nightstand. As I started to lean forward to delve into what I had been dreaming about for a month, all of the sudden her hand was on my forehead. She said, "Thatís close enough. Iíve decided to take advantage of the fact that youíve been away for so long and torture you by not letting you go down on me. This is as close to my pussy as youíre getting tonight. I was shocked! She loved me serving her orally. She had never denied it before. This was DEVIOUS! Of all the times to not be able to go down on her, to not be able to taste her, to please her. I was beside myself. I couldnít believe she was going to do this.
She looked at me and smiled. She said, "What I will let you do is get this dildo ready for me." She held this dildo in front of my face. My Mistress has never been one for HUGE cocks. This dildo was probably a good 7 inches, but it was also nice and wide. My 4.5 inch narrow cock was no match for this relatively average dildo. I hear a lot of woman say that itís not necessarily the length, but the girth that woman really enjoy. I unfortunately am out of luck in both categories. Thatís one of the reasons my Mistress makes so much use out of my tongue. She likes to call me her little giraffe. Apparently Giraffes have 14 inch tongues. As I started to lick this dildo all over, I found that I was getting very aroused. The idea of my ONE good sexual ability being replaced by a vibrator and dildo was turning me on. Once I had properly lubed the dildo, she slowly worked it in. Then she flipped on the vibrator and start rubbing it over her clit. I sat there mere inches away, hands locked behind my back, completely helpless, watching her slowly move the dildo with one hand and working the vibrator with the other.
I was ROCK hard watching this. As she started to get more aroused, all of the sudden, I felt her foot brush my cock. Then suddenly both feet were on either side of my cock, slowly stroking. I was in heaven. I was so turned on it was mere seconds before I was on the edge. She somehow sensed this and slowed down. Then she broke the grip she had on my cock with her feet, and I suddenly had a new understanding of why she had locked my hands behind my back. She suddenly slapped the top of her foot against my balls! It was only lightly, but I suddenly got very worried. My Mistress has a tendency to lose control when she orgasms. My balls were not in a very safe spot. I started to sit back on my heels out of her reach, and she said, "GET BACK IN POSITION!! And stay there or Iíll double those strokes of yours!" I snapped back into position.
Sure enough, as she started to get closer to her orgasm, she started kicking her legs harder and harder. Alternating which foot she was using to kick at my balls. When she finally orgasmed, she kicked her leg out so hard it nearly knocked me over. She had gotten me hard in the balls. I was reeling in pain. As I sat back on my heels with the pain radiating upwards, I watched her continue on a long multiple orgasm. I watched her clenching around that dildo. I was tortured by the memory of how wonderful it was when it was my tongue she was clenching around. She finally cooled off. I was also finally starting to recover from the kick to the balls.
She slowly removed the dildo and set it on the side with the vibrator. She propped herself up on her elbows and smiled at me. I love her smile. She had that wonderful post-orgasm glow, that little sheen of perspiration from her efforts. She said, "Well that was amazing. You know, Iíve really gotten used to the size of that dildo. Itís absolutely wonderful. Itís so much wider than that little excuse for a cock you have." She grabbed the dildo and leaned forward. She held the dildo up next to my rock hard cock. It was far longer and significantly thicker. She said, "Look at that, no wonder the dildo feels so much better. I tell you, with the vibrator AND the dildo, itís almost better than oral." I was rock hard at all this. For whatever reason, it had always turned me on to no end when she talked like this. "By the way," she said, "none of those kicks to your balls count towards your strokes. Iím in such a compromised position with my orgasm and all, that I would have no way of keeping track of how many you got. And of course "you" canít be trusted." I groaned at this point. It was horrible to think that all those kicks hadnít even counted. Well I suppose she had a point.
"So," She said, "stand up and turn around." I did so and she got off the bed, grabbed the keys to the handcuffs and unlocked me. She told me to lie down on the bed face up. As I did so, she wandered off to the bathroom. She came back with the tube of Capsaicin. My heart sank. Mistress got up on the bed and sat down between my spread legs. I got very nervous at this point. We had done this before with many other creams and what not, and had even done it with Capsaicin. But what I was worried about was "how" she was going to apply it. Normally with the less intense products, she will coat my cock, and balls, and even rub some up into my ass. The more intense the product, the less she uses and the less skin she puts it on. When we used Toothpaste, she would apply it liberally all over everything. But when we pulled out the Mineral Ice, she would just apply it to my cock, unless she was feeling particularly like watching me squirm, and then she would apply it to my balls as well. We had only used Capsaicin twice before. Both times she had only used a little half inch strip of it and only rubbed it on my cock. And with that, it was still the most painful thing we had done.
She looked at me again with that evil grin. I suddenly got VERY worried. I watched her in almost slow motion, I watched as she took the cap off of the cream. She squeezed out an inch and a half of the stuff. I was about to protest, but one look in her eyes told me I better not open my mouth. I had NO say in this. She set the tube aside and then started to apply the cream. Now the thing with Capsaicin is it doesnít really kick in for about 2 minutes. She started rubbing it all over my cock. It felt wonderful to have her hand around my cock. She started stroking me and I was on the edge almost instantly. She smiled at me and then slid her hand down and grabbed my balls and started rubbing the capsaicin all over my balls. It still felt wonderful, but I knew that in a VERY short amount of time, I was going to be in a huge amount of pain because of that little move. Then of course to top it off, she then started to rub and massage the cream up into my ass. Rubbing all around my anus and slowly starting to insert her finger about half an inch. That started to burn immediately. Then she returned to my cock. She kept stroking and kept me right on the edge.
Finally the cream started to kick in and I started to feel the intense burning. This is always the time when she would try to stretch me out, but eventually let me cum right before I had to jump up and run to the shower. Except this time she just kept me on the edge. It was torturous trying to decide whether her stroking felt good enough to stay, or to run off to the shower in pain. After about another 30 seconds I had to pull away from her and jump off the bed and run to the shower. My cock, balls and ass were on FIRE! I cranked the water cold and jumped in directing the spray directly towards my cock. I tried to wash it off, but the Capsaicin never seems to be relieved with soap and water. I was in intense pain. If I kept my genitals in the water stream, it was barely tolerable, but if I got out of the stream for more than a few seconds, the fire came back with a vengeance.
My Mistress strolled into the bathroom and walked over to the tub and started filling it with cold water. "Well," I thought, "At least sheís being a "little" merciful." After a few minutes the water had reached a high enough level and I killed the shower flow and RAN to the bath and sat down quick. Completely submerging my cock, balls and ass in cold water is about the only way to lower the pain level. Unfortunately it also has the side effect of getting me so cold I actually start shivering. So here I am sitting in the bath that just covers my genitals, shivering, with my Mistress sitting on a chair in the bathroom with this ear to ear grin. She LOVES to watch this little escapade. Finally after about 30 more minutes in the tub, I was able to get out and dry off. My cock and balls still burned pretty intensely, but it was at least tolerable now.
We both went back into the bedroom. She said, "Well, do you want to try to earn some more strokes?" I thought about it for a minute or two and decided to see if I could take a few more. She had me lay down once more and we went at it again. This time she was merciful and stayed with the cane. Although she was still VERY hard with the cane and I could only handle 10 strokes before I said "uncle."
Mistress let me up and we got the toys put away and got ready for bed. We lay down in bed and I snuggled close to her. I had missed snuggling up behind her to go to sleep. I whispered in her ear, "I missed you." She replied, "I missed you too."
We both then drifted off to sleep
The kids woke us up the next morning, wanting to go do things with Dad. I got up and went and jumped in the shower. My ass was stinging as the water ran over it. Still had some pretty good marks from yesterdayís activities. We spent some time with the kids and went out to the park. We got home and the kids wandered upstairs to play and my wife and I started to make lunch. As weíre standing there in the kitchen, my wife gives me that look again, and asks if Iíd like to earn another stroke. I figure why not, since I still have a good number left to go. She tells me to spread my legs a bit. I do so and hear her walk around to the other side of the kitchen and grab something out of the drawer. She comes around and smacks my balls with a spatula! It was a pretty good stroke, but not terrible. She gives me one more, and then puts the tool away. We smile at each other and finish making lunch. We call the kids down and we all eat lunch. Afterwards, she calls the neighbors who have kids that are the same age as ours and off the kids go to play at the neighbors house.
Mistress and I sit down and relax on the couch for a few minutes enjoying the peace and quiet of an empty house that only a parent of small children can fully appreciate. She says, "Well I sent the children off for a reason. As much as I love all this play, I want to have a nice romantic evening tonight." She pauses, "So, Iíve decided that weíre going to go upstairs and give you your only opportunity of the day to earn off strokes. And after this session, we will have a nice romantic evening."
My wife and I have always loved playing these games, and we can do the 24x7 thing pretty well, but we do need out times to enjoy each other in a more vanilla romantic way. I enjoy these times myself, so there were no complaints from me.
Once again, we head upstairs for another session. Once we get into the bedroom, she says, "OK, today I want you to drop your pants, lean over the bed and spread your legs." I of course do as Iím told and find myself bent over the bed while she goes to the toy chest and comes back with the cane. She starts the session off pretty hard, but Iím determined to earn a good number of strokes as I want to make sure I get relief before I leave. After about 15 strokes with the cane, my ass is on fire, Iím panting and sweating and thinking about reconsidering my idea of taking a large number of strokes.
I hear her slip her sandal off and think "Uh oh." Suddenly from behind me, she kicks me in the balls. She had never really done that before and I was pretty shocked, not to mention in a lot of pain. Iím sure she could have kicked much harder, but she did manage to put me in a lot of pain. As I started to recover, I counted off, "Sixteen." Which was the signal that I was ready for another stroke. She then kicked me again! This time it just about dropped me to my knees! I was in intense pain. After a little while I finally started to recover and very anxiously counted off, "Seventeen." Fortunately she decided to switch to the riding crop. Not quite as bad as the cane. We continued the strokes of the crop until 30. On the 31st stroke, she came up from behind me, between my legs and slapped my balls with the end of the crop. The pain radiated once more up my abdomen. As I recovered she did another one, which took even longer to recover from. As I was bent over the bed, breathing hard and in lot of pain, she wandered off to the bathroom. I didnít even notice that she had gone.
Suddenly, I feel her grab my cock from behind and start stroking it with some type of lube. This feels amazing after all the torment, and of course not having cum in over 2 weeks. Much to my disappointment, she stops and coats my balls and then my ass with the lube. She also surprises me by reaching around and putting a coating on each nipple as well. I was shocked by this, as we had never applied anything there. When sheís done, she leans over to whisper in my ear, "That was a VERY liberal dose of Capsaicin, youíve got about 90 seconds to get in whatever additional strokes youíre going to take today." Oh no... I can take a pretty good amount of strokes if I can recover between them, but having to take them in rapid succession was infinitely more difficult.
She grabs the cane again and moves into position. She does the first stroke HARD. I start counting them off as fast as I can. The pain is mind blowing. Not being allowed to recover between strokes made it seem like one continuous stroke. We got up to 45 before I had to say "uncle." Iím not sure if it was uncle to the Capsaicin, or the intensity of the strokes. I stripped off the remainder of my clothes and ran to the ice cold shower. Fortunately my Mistress was merciful once more and started filling the tub. Sitting in the tub helped my genitals, but didnít do squat for my nipples. They were burning fiercely. Not a sensation I was used to. I had to splash water up on them to try to kill the pain. After about 30 more minutes, I had pretty much fully recovered. I got dressed and we wandered downstairs. The kids would be getting home in about 45 minutes.
The rest of the day was wonderful. We spent a lot of time playing with the kids and doing various family things. Also got some yard work done. We were both nice and tired when we finally got the kids put to bed that evening. We sat on the couch and relaxed watching Law and Order. My wife and I snuggled on the couch and enjoyed holding each other close.
Once the show finished, we decided it was time for bed. We locked the doors and killed all the lights downstairs and started upstairs to the bedroom. Once inside, my wife leaned on the bedpost and smiled. I shut and locked the door, turned on some soft music and dimmed the lights. I walked over to the tub and started drawing a nice bubble bath and lit a few candles. She joined me in the bathroom and we held each other close. I told her, "I love you." And she replied in kind. We started kissing and running our hands over each others body. I slowly started to take her blouse off. Kissing her chest, running my hands around her newly exposed skin. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Slowly I removed it and tossed it aside. She took off my shirt and we held each other tight. I love the feeling of her warm breasts pressed against my chest.
We continued running our hands over each others body. We kissed more. I slowly started to unbutton her jeans, and pull them down. I knelt down on the ground before her and rested my head against her panties. I started running my hands up and down her legs and ass. I nuzzled her pubes through her panties. I hooked my fingers on the top edge of her panties and very slowly slid them down. To be kneeling before my wife, feeling her wonderful skin underneath my hands was amazing. I slowly nuzzled and kissed her warm mound. She spread her legs just a little to give me just a hint more access. I continued, breathing on her pussy and nuzzling. She started to make some soft sounds of pleasure as she placed her hands on my head.
After a few moments, I slowly slid my way back up to a standing position and we embraced once more. We kissed deeply and held each other tight. My wife then started to unbutton my jeans and slowly started to slip them off. She let them fall to the floor and started feeling my cock through my underwear. She slowly pulled my underwear down and my cock sprang free. She let my underwear fall down as well and moved her hand to my cock. Just lightly brushing it here and there and eventually she gripped my cock and ever so slowly stroked me. I was in pure bliss! We kissed deeply once more. I cupped her breast with my hands and very gently rolled her nipples between my fingers. I glanced over and noticed that the tub was full so we went over, killed the water, and got in.
We have a nice two person tub so we are able to sit in it facing each other. She rested her feet on my chest and slowly rubbed my chest with them. I reached over and grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up my hands. I took hold of one of her feet and slowly gave her a foot massage. Kneading from the heel all the way up to her toes. She moaned softly under my ministrations. When I had finished with that foot, I let go and she slowly lowered it down to my cock. I grabbed her other beautiful foot and started to repeat the process while her other foot played with my cock. She rubbed it up and down. Then she slid her foot down a little further and trapped my balls against my body. She smiled as she pushed gently causing a little discomfort. I smiled back at her as I massaged her foot. She continued alternating her pressure on my balls as I massaged her foot until I had finished and she lowered her other foot down to my cock. Now she had my cock trapped between both feet and was slowly stroking me. She did this for a couple of minutes until I was right on the edge. Then she took one foot away and held it up to my lips.
I didnít need any more encouragement than that, and quickly went to work kissing her foot. Slowly sucking each toe, licking all the way down to her heel. Working all they way around to the top of her beautiful foot. She was moaning softly during this. She loves when I worship her feet. We eventually switched to the other foot and repeated the process. When we were finished with the foot play we both leaned forward and kissed for a long time. Our tongues deeply exploring each others mouths. It was wonderful. When we had stayed in the tub long enough, I got out first and dried off. Then I went and got her towel and she got out. I slowly and gently dried her off from head to toe.
As I hung the towels back up, she walked back into the bedroom. I approached her from behind and wrapped my arms around her. She moaned softly and leaned back into me. My cock was starting to get hard, gently pushing upwards as it lay trapped, pressed up between her cheeks. I ran my hands up and cupped her breast gently. She raised her arms up over her head to give me more access. She played with my head and ears while I slowly massaged her breast. I moved my body down a bit and started to nibble on that little area on the back of her shoulder that is ultra sensitive. We have gotten to a point in our relationship that we know each others bodies extremely well. And I knew that that little spot on her shoulder, just below her neck, drives her wild. I started to kiss and nibble and suck on that little spot.
She was slowly starting to gyrate her hips as she made that wonderful "MMmmmm" sound that I love. When she couldnít stand it anymore, she turned around and we kissed again. She hopped herself up onto the bed and I was about to kneel down when she stopped me and said, "Hold on, we got to get you ready." I was a bit puzzled, but waited. She reached over to the nightstand, opened up the drawer and grabbed a condom and a little vial of Ambesol. She looked up at me grinning and said, "Now itís been over two weeks since youíve cum, and we know thereís not a chance of you lasting more than 60 seconds inside me when youíre like this. So Iím going to numb you up now, before you go down on me, so it has a chance to take full effect, and then we wonít have to worry." Although I was more than a little disappointed, I knew she was right. "Besides," she said, "Youíve still got 81 strokes to work off before you get any relief."
She opened the condom, and poured a generous amount of the liquid Ambesol into the tip and then rolled the condom onto my cock. She made sure to rub the tip around to get the Ambesol evenly distributed. "Now," she said, "you can continue." With that, I kneeled down and beheld what I had been dreaming about for the last month. Every day I had thought about going down on my wife, and finally the time had come. We had never been apart this long. She leaned back on the bed and relaxed. I leaned forward and breathed in her wonderful aroma. I slowly started to kiss around her nether region. Kissing all the way from her inner thigh, to her pubes, and then slowly down to her labia. I ever so slightly let my tongue reach out and touch her. She started to moan gently. I slowly traced the tip of my tongue up and down her slit, slowly working my way into all the crevices, relishing the taste I had been dreaming about.
I avoided her clit entirely, instead focusing my efforts on exploring every bit of the rest of her pussy. I sucked on her lips lightly, drawing them into my mouth. Working them with my tongue. Slowly working my tongue further and further towards the source of her nectar. As I slowly made my way inwards, her moaning increased. I finally started to work my tongue deep into her. The let out a little gasp and gyrated her hips. I slowly kept working my tongue in and out, back and forth. She was really getting hot. I continued my efforts getting her hotter and hotter until I felt the familiar scraping of my shoulders with her nails. When she just couldnít take it anymore, she would reach down and grab at my shoulders, begging me to do what, in her bliss, she couldnít quite verbalize.
I shifted my efforts upwards and found her clit. I felt her arch backwards and let out a long low moan. I started working her clit, swirling around, going up and down, over and over. She was thrashing at this point. Unable to control herself. Finally her entire body stiffened up and she let out the long, loud moan! I continued stroking her clit with my tongue as she started to buck her hips underneath my tongue. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever. She kept thrashing back and forth, bucking her hips, until, after what seemed like at least a solid 5 minutes, she started to subside. Slowly she became still once more, just moaning gently. I started to work my way back around her pussy. I love the taste of her fresh nectar right after sheís cum. I pushed my tongue in as deeply as I could, searching out every last drop. I continued on exploring every inch of her pussy for at least another 10 minutes.
Finally she tapped me on the shoulder and I looked up at her. She smiled at me and said, "Get up here." I slowly stood up as she moved further back on the bed. I climbed on top of her and positioned my now completely numb cock at her entrance. Our eyes locked, and I slowly pushed in. Only about half way though. I lowered my body down on top of her and started thrusting in and out, ever so slowly, but only about half way. We were kissing deeply during this process, mouths locked together. I kept on thrusting about half way in and out, amazed at how little I could feel. It was almost as if there was nothing there. But I was still loving being in the sexual "position" with my wife, kissing her, feeling her body below me. Even if I couldnít feel any actual pleasure from my cock.
We continued thrusting until she reached down and started grabbing at my ass with her hands. I slowed down and then paused, we broke our kiss and then locked eyes. I thrust fully into her and she moaned deeply. I may never have been particularly big, but she had always said I was built perfect for her. Now we were locked in a kiss again, and thrusting with a full stroke and depth. She was starting to get close to the edge. I loved this feeling. Her writhing underneath me. Clawing at my back. As she started to get right on the edge, I started to make my own sounds as if I were approaching orgasm. I was faking my own orgasm! (Thereís irony)
My wife had told me on numerous occasions that one of the reasons she had a hard time during our chastity play is that she actually liked to hear me orgasm and it helped her have a better orgasm as well. One night I tried faking it, and sure enough, it had the same effect on her.
As I approached my own "fake" orgasm, she finally exploded into a loud orgasm! I immediately kissed her to try to muffle the sound so as not to wake the kids. I continued stroking long and hard during and past her orgasm.
One of the nice side benefits to me faking it. Normally when I can manage to hold off my orgasm until she has hers, the sounds of her approaching orgasm will throw me over the edge, and unfortunately, my cock gets VERY sensitive after I cum, so I usually have to stop thrusting half way through her orgasm. Another reason she has learned to enjoy my fake orgasms.
We slowly came down and I was kissing her cheek and down her neck, kissing her ears. We locked eyes once more and each said, "I love you." It was an absolutely wonderful experience. I can say that a not so long time ago, the prospect of having sex with my wife and not cumming would not have sounded that appealing. But having just been able to pleasure my wife so completely, not worrying about "my" orgasm or "my" pleasure and being able to fully focus on "her" and being able to see how much pleasure she was having, really is the most wonderful thing to me now. Nowadays, I tend to prefer being numbed out during sex, that way I can totally focus on her. And faking my orgasm with her seems to give her just about the same pleasure as before, so itís a win-win solution.
Eventually I rolled off and we held each other for a while. After a while we went and cleaned up a bit, and got back in bed. I snuggled up behind her and held her tight. I whispered once more in her ear, "I love you." And again, she replied in kind.
As I lay there, my mind started wandering. I had just had one of the most wonderful sexual evenings of my life, and I hadnít even cum. All my pleasure had been derived from pleasing my wife. Totally focused on "her" pleasure. This was the way it was meant to be. Of course it also occurred to me that I had 81 strokes left if I wanted to get any relief before I had to get back on the road, and only had 4 days to finish them. But after this evening, Iím not sure I even care.
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