Hannah gave Mike one last passionate kiss in front of the airport, pushing her body fully against him, making sure her abdomen pressed boldly against his groin. Just as she felt Mike's cock start to react, she pulled away.
"Oh, you're mean," Mike said with a grin.
"You love it," she said and giggled. "It's just five days! Surely my big, tough guy can handle it that long."
Mike rolled his eyes. "We're not teenagers anymore, I don't need to crank it twice a day."
Hannah cocked and eyebrow inquisitively at him. "Just twice? Try three to five times!"
Mike blushed a little, remembering the earliest days of his and Hannah's relationship. They'd met in college, and had ended up revealing their kinky sides to one another very quickly. Both of them had been absolute horn dogs. The next couple years had been a whirlwind of sex and parties, and both had assumed the relationship would ultimately be a fling. As fate would have it, though, they fell genuinely in love, and now ten years later, the couple was happily married.
For a while there, though they remained kinky, adult life and responsibilities took a toll on their sex life. They went from sex every day, to maybe twice a week. For a couple still in their twenties, that had seemed a real pity.
And then, something changed that sparked the fires of their lusts once more. A mysterious phenomenon that encouraged men and women everywhere to be more intimate than ever.
"I do feel a little bad, though," said Hannah. "This will be the first time I won't be around this long to help you out."
Mike leaned forward and gave her another quick kiss. "I'll manage," he said with a chuckle. "Now get going before you miss your flight!"
She leaned forward and gave him a final quick kiss back, angled so he'd have a perfect view of her cleavage. Of course he looked, and he had to will his cock not to start stiffening. He could never get enough of her beautiful body, just as she could never get enough of his.
He watched her head through the doors, and the couple waved at each other one more time, Hannah blowing him a kiss. Mike shook his head with a grin. She'd made him blow his load three times yesterday. He was pretty sure he'd manage to get through five days of the Chastity Curse without her help.
***
On February 29th, 2016, all men around the world were suddenly inflicted with what could only be called a supernatural curse. In an instant, all men became completely unable to facilitate their own pleasure. They could not masturbate or cum without a woman's permission, nor were they able to even touch a woman without her say so.
This phenomenon was now known as the Chastity Curse, and even after six months, it showed no sign of ever going away. Society had had to restructure a few things in terms of emergency services and police forces, in regards to women now being untouchable by men, but for the most part, civilization hadn't collapsed like some people had predicted. Life carried on pretty much as normal. Except, of course, that men all over the world had to deal with previously unthinkable levels of sexual frustration.
Those men who had female partners and friends willing to help them out, or at least a woman who would do so in exchange for some form of compensation, managed to get their rocks off regularly. A lot of women had been weirded out by the phenomenon at first, but over time, many were coming to embrace it.
Mike thanked his lucky stars he had Hannah. She was the only woman he'd met with a sex drive as high as his, and she absolutely loved making him cum! He hadn't genuinely believed a woman could actually love sucking dick, much less swallowing semen, but she actually had a genuine raging oral fetish. She'd go down on him for two hours straight and practically get herself off just from that!
Of course, he paid her back generously in that department. And all other departments.
But now, as he pulled into his driveway, he was going to have to go five days without any sort of sex, not even masturbation. Hannah had given him Permanent Permission to touch her however he wanted, any time he wanted, but that was the only thing she'd allowed him free range of. She still had to grant him permission every time he wanted to cum or touch himself.
Even if she'd allowed him unlimited jerking off and cumming, however, the Curse didn't let guys get out of it that easily. The Curse only worked on a per-woman basis. A woman who allowed Permanent Permission of those things still had to be near a man for him to actually do it.
And so, Mike was left high and dry for five whole days. It wasn't so bad, though. He had a few shows he'd meant to keep up with, a couple games he still hadn't taken out of the packaging, and a few friends to go have a drink with over the weekend. Plenty of things to distract himself with while his wife was away.
Just as he pulled into his garage, however, his phone beeped with a notification. Pulling it out, thinking he had a text, he was surprised to notice a new icon on the screen, a little "1" on the corner indicating a new message. It looked vaguely like a blue version of the Snapchat logo, which he only recognized because his wife used it. Squinting, he noticed that this new icon had a similar ghost-like figure for its logo, except that it didn't have little arms, and the bottom of the figure was rounded off to look like...
Mike made a little amused scoff. The icon almost looked like a stretched out cock and balls. Curious, he went ahead and tapped the icon. His eyes widened a bit. It was a selfie picture of his wife, from what he guessed was the airport bathroom, pulling down her shirt to flash him her perfect breasts.
The little caption on the bottom said, "Found this app, and I thought you'd enjoy it! It's a slutty knock-off of Snapchat or something. Just want to make sure you're not feeling lonely!"
Mike chuckled. He knew a little of how Snapchat worked, so he took a selfie of his own, giving a smile to the camera. "Thanks babe," he wrote back.
She replied immediately, giving him a lower angle, so she smiling down at the camera, her breasts looming into view. "No problem!"
Mike felt his cock respond. He had a little fetish for pictures of "Women Looking Down." In fact, he had a whole folder on his computer of naked and half-naked pictures he'd taken of Hannah standing over him, varying between playful teasing expressions, triumphant smiles, and aloof smirks. That had been his favorite gallery of pics to masturbate to, before the Curse deprived him of that ability.
She sent another picture, this one of her puckering her lips for a kiss, while pushing up her breasts with her free arm. The caption read, "Okay, sweetie, I gotta go, they're boarding my flight now. Love ya!"
Mike shook his head. That little minx! As he admired his wife's sexy breasts, his cock went fully erect. She knew exactly what she was doing, the little tease! Winding him up, knowing there was nothing he could do about it.
Despite knowing better than to even try, he still felt the instinct to grab himself. But the Curse prevented his hands from moving if he had any intent towards self-pleasure. Essentially, he could only touch his cock to wash himself or pee, but even then, it got tricky, if for even a moment, he thought about masturbating or even felt a little bit of unintended pleasure.
Hannah, of course, gleefully made a little game of this; if she was available, anytime he showered, she would come in and help him, scrubbing his back, and washing his cock for him, playing with him a little every time. Now, when he tried to shower by himself, he couldn't help but think of her playing with him when he tried to wash his cock, which would of course get him hard, and make his attempt to soap up feel too good, and thus cause the Curse to push his hands away. On said days, cold showers were the only way to go.
Well, he could probably manage a normal shower today. Yesterday's marathon sex had drained him pretty thoroughly, he'd probably be fine for the week if he just avoided any porn, especially nudie pics of his wife. As much as he wanted to keep looking, he closed the app and waited for his cock to cool down before he went into the house.
***
She wasn't nearly done with him. Before he went to bed that night, she used the app to send him a full-body nude image of her in a hotel shower. It was clear someone else was holding the camera, no doubt one of the other women on the trip. He went to bed rock hard, thinking of his wife and her hot friends naked together.
Over the next three days, his wife was relentless. Every couple of hours, she was sending him some kind of explicit picture that had his cock throbbing! He tried to resist looking, but he always cracked; by the end of the second day, just hearing the notification sound from his phone made his cock start to swell. At work, he had to rush to the bathroom a couple times, while at home, he just stayed naked after dark, so he wouldn't have to keep adjusting his pants.
On the fourth day, she really let him have it! She sent a three-minute video of a naked man being held down spread eagle by her and her friends. There were eight women in the group in total, and this was the official bachelorette party. Someone had hired a male stripper. Only it seemed he was there for more than stripping!
The well muscled man was struggling in his bonds, which were nothing more than his wife and three other women gently holding down his wrists and ankles. Despite the women not appearing to put much effort into their grip, the hunk was incapable of breaking their grasp. Mike realized it was an effect of the Chastity Curse. The Curse made it impossible for men to touch a woman without her consent, but she could touch him all she wanted. This meant she could push him up against a wall, and the Curse would prevent him from pushing her away.
The man, who looked like he could have easily lifted any of the girls holding him with one arm, was completely powerless to push their hands away; he may as well have been tied down with steel shackles!
Meanwhile, two of Hannah's friends were performing expert felatio on the guy! And it was clear, from the way the man was thrashing, that he was right on the edge, and they weren't letting him cum!
Mike could only gawk at the video, his dick absolutely throbbing at the sight. Such a stud of a man rendered utterly helpless in the gentle hands of gorgeous women, driven absolutely crazy by their hungry tongues and mouths, keeping him on the teetering edge of release! As he whimpered and writhed, the women just laughed and cheered.
