I should have known better. These things never seem to turn out the way I imagine them. I thought this would heighten the experience. I thought this would increase the pleasure. I thought I would love this, but after only three days I was just desperate....desperate for release...desperate to cum...
It all started several months ago when I confessed to my wife how much the idea of Tease and Denial turned me on. She certainly did not understand my infatuation and, for most of the last few months, I figured it was a dead topic. That was until three days ago...
Jess came out of the master bathroom and demanded that I strip. I smiled wryly as I rose from the bed and removed my clothes. I love when she takes control. I love when she is in charge.
"Are you ready to begin?" she inquired.
"Yes, Mistress," I responded with my hands folded behind me and eyes down. From previous experience I knew this was the position she required.
"Good," she responded and allowed her robe to fall to the floor. After taking her bath she had decided to stay completely naked. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that she had shaved her pussy bare. This was a rare but welcomed occurrence. My dick began to grow instantly.
She was truly a sight to behold even if it was only peripheral. At five foot six and just into her thirties, my wife is still my deepest fantasy. She has the most beautiful blue eyes and short dark brown hair that reveals her inviting neck to me. (I cannot count the times I have snuggled up behind her in the kitchen as I planted kiss after kiss down her sultry nape.) Her tits are a delicious C-cup with tantalizing brown nipples and tips the size of pencil erasers. Her legs are not long, but I love their form. There is nothing more I love to have wrapped around my head. My favorite attribute is her incredible round bottom. I could write five more paragraphs explaining its splendor, but I will just say that It is the embodiment of perfection.
Slowly she walked around me tracing my body with her finger tips. "I am really going to enjoy this tonight," she announced, "although I'm not so sure you will."
My cock twitched a little with excitement at those words. Through ten delightful years of marriage we had tried many different things, but one of her favorites was to spank my ass with a riding crop. I thought for sure this was what she had in mind. It would hurt like hell, but it always got my dick hard and her pussy sopping wet. Besides that, it furthered her role of dominance over me, and I enjoyed nothing more.
To my surprise this was not what she had in mind. "Crawl over here," she demanded as she sat down on the edge of the far side of the bed. As I approached she spread her legs and grabbed me by the back of the head. It was unnecessary to push my face into her newly shaven pussy, but the illusion was not lost on me.
Slowly, at first, I pushed my tongue between her lips and opened her up. I placed my tongue flat against her clit and began to hum low in my throat as I licked. In almost no time at all she was getting wetter and wetter. With every moment that passed she became more and more aroused and pulled my hair even harder. I did not care. Voraciously I pushed my face deep into her. I simply could not get enough. She began to moan loudly as her juices filled my throat. They were salty sweet like caramel corn. I wanted more.
I continued to lick, suck, and tongue her pussy in every way imaginable. I loved every second. I loved the pleasure I gave her... maybe even more than she enjoyed receiving it. After servicing her for as long as she would allow me she finally pushed my head away, "that's enough...for now," she said tauntingly.
"Thank you, Mistress," I said appreciatively. My face glistened with her juices as I caught my breath.
After allowing herself a few moments to catch her breath she pulled herself off the bed and ordered me to take her place. Once I was in position she stood before me. Her beautiful breasts swayed teasingly in front of my face. She reached down between my legs and grabbed my swollen member. "You are going to have to control yourself tonight," she said as she tugged it roughly, "Do you understand? I don't want you coming too early."
"Yes, I understand," I gulped. I really had no idea.
She released my cock and pushed her tits into my face. With one hand I fondled her breast and teased her nipple while my lips and tongue worked feverishly on the other. Over the next several minutes I alternated back and forth between them. Occasionally I would bite softly down on one and she would moan her approval.
After she had sufficiently worked herself up again she pushed me down on the bed and told me to position myself in the center. I quickly complied. Then she lied down next to me, but while I was on my back she faced me on her side. With my hands up over my head she began to caress my body without ever saying a word.
With just her finger tips she would trace up and down my chest, around my nipples, over my hips, and along the inside of my thigh. My cock was waiting impatiently for attention. With every pass it would twitch with anticipation and she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
Finally, after tracing my body from top to bottom a half-a-dozen times, her hand found my cock. She grabbed my shaft firmly and pumped it slowly. I cooed my appreciation. She smiled knowingly.
As she continued pumping my cock she rose and straddled me in a reverse cowgirl fashion. Her gorgeous ass sat down on my chest and I felt her wetness on my stomach as she continued to stroke my cock.
"Don't come yet," she said teasingly as she looked back over her shoulder at me. By now I was squeezing her glorious butt and giving it an occasional swat.
After a few more minutes of teasing she rose up and slid back so that her pussy was in position over my face. Without ever releasing my member she sat down on my nose and mouth and I began to lick away once more. This was my favorite way to cum and she knew it. I could think of no better way than getting my cock played with while eating out her deliciousness. I was in heaven.
Over the next several minutes I continued to lap away at her pussy as she varied the rate of speed with which she pumped my member. It was not much longer before I felt the cum boiling in my balls and my orgasm approaching. She must have sensed it as well.
"Not yet," she responded to my writhing and turned her attention to my balls. Tenderly she caressed my rising boys and my arousal continued to grow in spite of her instruction.
"Please Mistress," I begged. My orgasm was close and she had never denied me the pleasure before.
This time she just laughed maniacally. She pumped my cock a few more times and then released it completely just seconds short of orgasm. I moaned my disapproval and she climbed off of me.
"Don't move," she ordered as she climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
A few minutes later she returned... wearing her pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. I was stunned.
"Isn't this what you wanted?" she asked deviously. "Didn't you tell me you wanted to try Tease and Denial?"
A moment of realization swarmed over my body. "Er, yes, but," was all I could stammer. My cock was on the verge of explosion and overwhelmed with frustration.
Jess crawled into bed and pulled the covers up over herself. "Good Night," she cooed, "and don't even think about finishing by yourself."
Ten minutes later she was fast asleep. It would take me well past an hour before I could relax enough to go to sleep myself.
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The next day at work seemed to go on forever. I wanted so desperately for the day to be over so I could get home and finish what we had started the day before. After what seemed to be the longest day man had ever experienced, 5 o'clock finally came and I went home.
During Supper the conversation was normal. We did the typical work related crap and such, but I was dying to get to the bedroom. However, I knew if I pushed the issue it would only draw the conclusion out even further. Ten years of marriage told me that.
Finally the time came and we found ourselves in the bedroom together. Once again she ordered me out of my clothes, but this time she went and retrieved her riding crop as I had expected she would the night before.
"Last night was tough for you, wasn't it?" she asked devilishly as she slapped the crop on the inside of her hand.
"Yes, Mistress," I responded.
"Not quite as much fun as you thought was it?" she continued.
"No, Mistress," I admitted.
"Well maybe tonight we can resolve that for you," she remarked. "But for right now I need to see if you've been good."
I really had no idea what she was thinking or what she had in mind. I just froze waiting for her next command.
"Grab your dick and hold it up for me," she ordered, "I need to make sure those balls are still full."
As instructed I pulled my semi-erect member up against my stomach so that she had an unrestricted view of my testicles.
"Now spread your legs a little," she ordered as she slapped the inside of my thigh with her crop. I obeyed immediately.
Jess took my balls in her hand and gave them a gentle squeeze. After that she rolled them methodically along her fingertips. "They seem pretty full to me," she announced. "It looks like you passed."
I sighed in relief. I knew I had obeyed, but you just never know.
"Now lean over and grab your ankles," she ordered.
"But I thought..." was all I could utter before she snapped.
"Yes, you passed," she barked, "this is just going to be a small taste of what you would have received had you taken matters into your own hands."
Jess laughed deviously at her own pun and pulled the riding crop back to deliver the first blow. I heard it whistle through the air a brief moment before it struck harshly on my ass.
SMACK!
I could not help but jump a little as it hit.
SMACK!
Another hit before my heels even fell back to the floor.
SMACK!
The third hit. I could tell she was enjoying this by the little grunts and giggles between each blow.
SMACK!
