This story is quite obviously complete fantasy. This is part 2, which will make no sense without reading part 1.
Elise had been taken completely by surprise. Not by her husband's love for her, but by his inventiveness in working towards her fulfillment.
To say she had been pleased was an indescribable understatement. She had never been fucked so well in her life.
With so much love.
With so much unselfish sacrifice by her lover. Her soulmate.
She had heard about chastity play before, but had never really seriously contemplated it.
Not until she had just instinctively reached over and snapped the padlock shut on the combination penis extension / chastity device he wore. It had surprised her as much as it had shocked him.
Now what to do about it? One thing for certain. Now that she had mimicked her husband with a "snap" decision, she was determined to revert back to her usual contemplative, thoughtful, planning self. She would do some research online, that's it...
As she sat at the breakfast table, her mind worked overtime plotting how to make this work for both of them. She did not want to be cruel to him, not at all.
At least she did not think she did.
She gripped the table top tightly with both hands suddenly, as Dan danced his tongue across her clitoris. Fuck! She had almost spilled her coffee! Damnit he was good at eating pussy. And he had been oh so eager to crawl under the table this morning when she had jokingly suggested it.
She heard, and more importantly, felt him groan plaintively into her center, "MMMPPPHHH!!!"
She knew now what that frantic, harried sound meant for him. The excitement of her flesh against his face, her scent in his nostrils, her taste on his tongue, and the sounds of her rising arousal had caused him to become erect inside the larger phallus he wore.
Which she now knew meant he was helplessly impaling his penis onto the sound mounted within the penis extension.
She knew what penetration felt like. She imagined what it must feel like for him to experience his hardening cock being penetrated. For her, penetration now meant she was going to cum. Hard. For him it meant incredible sensations and that he was NOT going to cum.
For reasons she did not fully understand, the sounds of his frustration and shock awakened an incredible passion within her which could only be described as...primal.
It was proving to be addictive.
After she shuddered through a powerful orgasm, clutching his head with one hand, "Oh, fuck, baby. I could so get used to starting my day like this every morning. Thank you."
When she had recovered, she finished her first cup of coffee then helped him to his feet. She held him lovingly, "Have a seat, baby. Try to catch your breath while I make us some breakfast."
She poured them both more coffee, setting his cup down in front of him.
Watching her perfect, naked form moving about the kitchen with the sensuality of a fully sated woman was...counter productive...to him calming down. His penis throbbed around the sound, within the extension. "Hhmmpphh...ohhh."
She turned to look at him, placing her hand over her mouth coquettishly. Her sympathetic kiss helped...but didn't.
Dan gave in to his instincts. He stood and grabbed two handfuls of the perfect ass he had been watching, picked her up, and sat her on the heavy wooden table.
In one swift motion he had penetrated her with the large phallus secured at his waist. He pressed forward firmly until "his" cock was fully impaled.
Elise squealed in delight as Dan clutched both of her shoulders to keep her in place and began ramming into her without mercy.
He was a man possessed. Possessed by an incredibly intense thirst he knew he could not quench. As he fucked her with abandon, Elise felt orgasms building with every stroke of the cock across her clit and G-spot...every time the thick head bottomed out inside of her.
Poor Dan could feel...everything and nothing. He felt the sound impaled inside his penis, which was more turgid than he had ever remembered it being before; and the base of his larger manhood pressing against his abdomen.
His manhood felt like a steel rod secured at one end by his body, and at the other end by the sound, leaving him unable to move it up, down or sideways to obtain friction.
Being so fucking hard felt incredible...being unable to get any sensations beyond that...contact which would provide relief, was frustration beyond explanation. But it did not seem to matter. With animalistic fervor, he HAD to TRY to cum.
"Oh, Dan...Dan...don't fucking stop!" Elise dug her fingernails into his bulging biceps for purchase. That was going to leave some marks.
When the waves of orgasms hit her, she thrust herself back against him, every muscle in her body tensing with the electricity coursing through her.
They both shouted out in unison,
FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUCK!!!"
She because she came so hard.
He because he was sooo hard and could not cum.
When she had finished, her tremors subsiding, she realized he was trembling. Not from release as she had, but from pent up sexual tension.
Elise placed both her hands on the back of his head and drew him close to her, kissing him. "Shhhh...breathe...I love you so much..."
They stayed like that for quite some time, until Dan had regained his steady heart rhythm. She did not tell him that continuing to be filled with the turgid life-like cock while they held each other, rather than one which shrank and became flaccid, was another newly discovered thrill.
When she released him and he stood, ever so slowly withdrawing from her body, they were both surprised to see her sex, her thighs, and the table covered in her fluids...she truly had cum a great deal.
"Holy shit, babe...I'm a mess. Would you get something to clean up?"
She was surprised when in response he knelt before her and began kissing and sucking gently on her flesh to clean her. Even more when he lapped up her cum from the table. Surprised but thrilled.
Once she had sat his favorite morning meal of omelette, bacon, fried potatoes and toast before them, and was sitting across from him, she expressed her thoughts as they ate.
"I was thinking a test run of a week locked up...if you agree...." She tried to sound matter-of-fact, when she most certainly was not.
Dan stopped eating for a moment...contemplating..."Uh...umm...okay." He could tell there was more to come.
"For that week we keep doing what you did to me last night and this morning...but both of us do our own research on this chastity thing. Then a week from today we compare notes and decide where to go with it. Does that sound good?"
