The Cummin' of Age
If you've read the two previous stories, you'll know that ball Binding has become a part of our daily ritual.
The vibrator finally lost its magic. But if nothing else, my wife is inventive. Remember in the first story how she'd let me have a break every couple of hours? Not anymore. The only time I'm released is when I have the pleasure of servicing her.
My backyard is pretty big with a seven foot fence. It has a few cracks, but who can afford to fix a fence now days.I smoke a cigar and drink whiskey, on my back porch, nightly. This helps me unwind after a day of dealing with high end clients.
Jill has decided to take an active part in my relaxation. Which means, in her mind, "hanging out".
She feels that in order for me to fully relax, that she needs to string my balls up. She has gone old school with two shoe strings and a slip knot. The bitter end she has connected to an eye bolt, which is screwed into a 4x4 beam 7 feet high, this used to be a swing set.. She then slips the loop over my balls, which are extremely stretched out thanks to the last 6 months.
Initially, I had to smoke and drink while standing up. At times she would place my drink almost out of my reach, so I have to stretch to get it. Of course stretching for it stretches my balls to painful levels. She'd come check on me every 10 minutes or so to be sure I was still alive.
She runs the line through the leg of my shorts, more discreet that way. Also, with the cracks, if someone was looking through the fence they would get an eye full. Never really thought of how someone would take a string running out of my shorts and tied to a beam..
She has decided to take pity on me lately and lets me sit in my chair. Sounds like a relief, but it's not. See, when I sit she pulls the string tighter, which stretches my sack to tearful levels. I'm basically hanging by my balls, hence "hanging out", with only my shirt on, sometimes not even that.
I really don't mind anymore. In fact I'm currently "hanging" as I write. I've noticed that my ejaculations are much larger, my balls hang Iower and my girth is wider than before. Not to mention I'm getting a lot more of my wife's flavorful, cum infused, tasteful pussy since we started this endeavor.
Last week while sitting uncomfortably in my chair. I hear the doorbell ring. This somewhat concerns me, as I can't stand up without her taking the tension off and I'm totally naked on the porch.
It's the neighbor from next door, that I mentioned in my first story. Her name is Edith.
Jill invites her in and goes back to the kitchen where she is making dinner. I can catch snippets of their conversation.
"Jill, I know this is going to sound weird and maybe creepy, but your husband has... ah...something around his balls! And they are tied up to a beam. I know I shouldn't have looked, but I couldn't help it."
"It's okay Edith, really. I put Tom in that position. Do you like watching him through the fence? He often sits out there naked."
I can imagine that Edith looks horrified or petrified.
"I do sometimes look over. I'm sorry, but he has such a nice....body. "
"It's okay, really, I'm glad you think he has a nice body."
This makes me kind of smirk. The fact that another woman likes to look at me. It made me slightly aroused. The problem with that is...PAIN. I learned that when your ball sack is stretched to the ultimate limit, there is no free skin to get an erection with. This in turn tries to rip your skin apart. Jill knows and likes this. So imagine my horror when she said:
"Would you like to come say hello? He wouldn't mind I'm sure. He likes showing off."
"I couldn't, really. I shouldn't, I've got to go and cook dinner for Fred."
"Oh come on just for a second."
"Well, okay. If you don't mind that is. I do kind of want to see his cock up close. Just to be sure he's okay, and all."
"Of course and I don't mind at all. You'll see he is perfectly safe and enjoying it."
Edith isn't a bad looking woman. She's 10 years older than me, but at 53 stays in shape. I've seen her in a bikini top and shorts a few times when she works in her yard. But, it's safe to say that I have never had a fantasy about her. Until now.
I'm at Jill's mercy, but I can't believe that she would invite someone to see me, especially in the state I'm in.
Out she walks with Edith in tow. I set my drink down and place my cigar in the ashtray, and give a slight wave.
"Hello, Edith." I say. "What...ah...brings you over?"
She is extremely nervous and fidgety. Fortunately, in my business, I set people at ease all the time. So, let's see if I can calm Edith and give Jill some payback.
"Well,... ah...hi Tom. I was just noticing the...ah..., situation you're in. I...ah... just wanted to let Jill know in case you needed help."
With a sly smile and a twinkle in my eye, I looked right at Jill and I said,
"Well, this is a bit awkward, but I have an itch right under my ball sack, above my anus. Jill won't scratch it for me, but could you oblige?"
I knew she wouldn't do it but she did blush a little. Even Jill couldn't convince her. She said:
"Well, I have to go. It was nice seeing you Tom, I hope that itch goes away."
She quickly went inside with Jill now following her. I heard the door open and close and Jill's footsteps coming back to me.
"What were you thinking! Asking Edith to scratch your ass?"
"It wasn't my ass. It was right above it. But, why did you invite her to the back porch?"
"Well she has already seen yinz, so, why not let her have a closer look. Besides, it made me wet watching her look at you. Well, at your cock and balls."
Jill walks over and caresses my boys, and lets them loose. Kneels on the porch in front of me and sucks my cock like she's drinking a shake. I quickly blow my load and open my mouth as she has trained me to do. She takes a big swallow and says,
"Nope, this loads all mine. I love the hint of pineapple in your cum. If you're lucky maybe you can have a taste later tonight. Now, spread your legs so you can continue 'hanging out'."
"You think Edith enjoyed that show?" I said with a smirk. She giggled and went inside.
The next evening, Jill let me have a break. No ball hanging. I did have my binder on though. I overheard her on the phone talking to Edith, so I decided to eavesdrop.
"Yes, we started about 6 months ago....No, it was kind of both of our idea...I don't know, why don't you ask Fred, he may be interested...Tom? He absolutely loves it and we now have sessions around the house, not just the bedroom...Yes, I'm sure Tom would talk to him."
What?! Nobody knows about our little fetishist, at least I don't think so. Well, I guess Edith knows. But I can't emasculate myself to another man. The answer is a hard no!
"Why don't you and Fred come over for dinner and drinks tonight? Might be a good time to breach the subject...Really? Good, we'll see you around 7. Goodbye."
"Tom? Tom."
"Yes?" as I go in.
"Edith and Frank are coming to dinner. Edith would like you to talk to Frank about our little arrangement."
"Hell no! I'm not talking to a guy about ball binding and cum eating."
"Why not? He's already gonna know. Edith is talking to him now, I'm sure. Also, she doesn't know about the clean up ritual, just binding."
"Jill, I can't. It's too....embarrassing. No man openly admits to this."
"Please? I'll let you fuck my ass tonight."
Oh, hot damn. My wife doesn't really like anal, but I love it. Don't get me wrong I finger fuck her ass all the time. Even use a small dildo, but rarely do I get to stick my dick in there. It's heavenly, the way her ass sucks my cock in after the head goes through.Then she takes her handheld bullet Rebel and vibrates herself to an orgasm. The whole time I can feel not only the vibration but the muscles contracting around my 5 inch shaft. We haven't done this in about a year, so now I'm relishing the prospect.
"Don't tease me." I threaten.
"No, I promise you can have my tight, smooth ass tonight."
"OK, I'll talk with him. But only if he brings it up."
"Well if ya don't, you won't get this!"
With that statement, she pulls up her skirt, bends over and spreads her ass cheeks. I immediately get a raging hard-on.
7 p.m. rolls around and the doorbell rings. We take one final glance at each other and nod.
We decided to dress a little more casual than we usually would when someone comes to dinner.
Jill decides to wear a sheer cotton top, tied at the waist. Her luscious nipples protruded a little more than usual with excitement. She is wearing a loser pair of shorts with no underwear. When she sits or bends just right you can see paradise.
One of the great things about cock and ball binding, (yes I was wearing my full harness), is it gives me a great looking bulge. I put on a pair of my tighter fitting golf shorts over my bikini briefs and a university t-shirt. I must admit the knit shorts were doing their job.
When we answered the door we found Fred and Edith dressed comfortably but conservatively. I did notice that Edith was wearing a v-neck shirt that allowed her ample bosom to show when she bent over. Fred was wearing a pair of golf shorts and a collared shirt. He didn't really look me in the eyes when we shook hands. I had a feeling he knew my secret.
"Dinner will be ready in five minutes. Tom? Could you pour some drinks? Please."
"Certainly. What would you like, Edith?"
"A glass of sherry, if you have it."
"I'll take a bourbon, neat if you don't mind?", said Fred.
"Coming right up."
As dinner was served the conversation was light hearted. We talked about politics, sports, who's doing what and who's doing who in the community.
The several times I got up to refresh the drinks, I noticed that Edith kept looking at my crotch, so I just smiled. I took delight in brushing my boy against her when I delivered her drink. Her nipples were now pressing through her shirt. Jill never caught on.
Then dinner was over. I helped Jill clear the table and as we went to the kitchen, she whispered,
"Take Fred, cigars, and drinks out to the porch. It's time."
As we entered the dining room again I asked Fred if he would like a cigar, which he tentatively said,
"Sure."
I'm not sure who was more nervous, Fred or I. We made small talk as I started a fire in the pit. Just as we sat down to enjoy our repast, he broached the subject.
"Tom", he said, "I want to apologize for Edith."
"What do you mean, Fred?"
"Well, she...ah....told me something today. I wasn't supposed to say anything, but...ah...I guess Jill told her in confidence that...ah...well, shit...that you bind your balls. There I said it and I'm sorry."
"Ha, ha, don't be Fred. It's true, though it's more Jill's idea than mine."
"What do ya mean?"
So, I explained to him about the big box store and the luncheon and "hanging out". He just sat there with a dumbfounded, bullshit look on his face.
"Bullshit! I call bullshit on you Tom."
"Nope, it's true. In fact I'm bound right now. Wanna see?"
"Ah, sure, why not?"
