Leon gasped as Marjorie massaged his penis gently. Ignoring her naked, bound husband's reaction, Marjorie gently lectured her friend Eudora. "You see, he's so excited, and that's mostly because he's not had an orgasm since Thursday two weeks ago."
Eudora smiled, and looked at Leon, who blushed. Eudora worked in Leon's office, and he'd always been quite attracted to her. Marjorie was attractive enough, she had thick short black hair and full breasts encased in a polka dot tank top, but Marjorie was Leon's bespectacled wife of seventeen years...and Eudora, svelte, with long soft curling brown curls and dancing eyes, was really SOMETHING.
Leon and the other middle aged managers had often discussed Eudora around the water cooler, speculating how she was in the sack and how hot it would be to see her naked. Leon would die if the guys ever discovered that, after befriending Marjorie, Eudora had seen Leon naked several times in the past few weeks.
Eudora had witnessed Leon crying after Marjorie gave him a blistering strapping with his own belt, and was now witnessing a tease-denial session. AND Leon had still never seen Eudora with even a stitch off...but unfair as it all was, Leon was in fact quite aroused.
Marjorie looked up over her lenses at her sweating, humiliated husband as her long fingers continued to stroke and tickle his swollen member. "And before the orgasm two weeks ago, Leon hadn't cum since Christmas...and it's August now." Marjorie stroked a little faster and then pulled her hand away quickly, as Leon quivered a little too much. She didn't want Leon having an accident.
Eudora shook her head, smiling. She gave Leon a sympathetic look,which made the naked, obese accounting manger wonder if Eudora wanted him.
"And Leon asks for this? He likes this." Eudora said, with a bemused smile. "I mean, you sound like you're having a great time—Leon massages you, he's always performing with his mouth, guys I date never reciprocate—"
How cute, that Eudora refers to cunnilinguis in that shy, Italian girl way, Leon thought. "Performing with his mouth" Shit, I'd reciprocate, I'd love to serve between Eudora's legs. Marjorie felt Leon's cock grow even more in her Vaselined hands as he pictured himself kissing Eudora's soft baby loins.
Marjorie snorted. "Leon's no different from other men, except that he had fantasies of submission, and I found his BDSM magazines in his closet some years ago. He had a subliminal urge to serve me...but he was as lazy as any other guy, and would be quite content to let me blow him, and turn over and go to sleep."
Marjorie began tickling the sensitive underside of Leon's rock hard cock...he bit his lip. It had been so long since he'd been allowed to cum...two weeks was like two centuries. And yes, night after night Leon spent hours between Marjorie's legs, bringing his wife to countless orgasms, while his cock was locked in the Iron Maiden, the cruel chastity tube.
Eudora stared at Leon, bemused. She was astonished at how placidly he was taking all this. She was a little revolted by Leon's big stomach, and she thought he cried rather easily after only a few lashes with a belt.
Considering, after all, what a hothead he was at work, screaming at receptionists and female co-workers. Talking about what a great ex-Marine he was. Eudora had heard Leon going on about being a prisoner of war in Vietnam, and all his tortures, but when Eudora twisted Leon's nipple half an hour ago, he'd screeched and begged "Mommy" to let him off.
Eudora cocked her head as Leon began begging Marjorie to let him cum...but Marjorie was implacable with her slow manual teasing of Leon's organ.
Eudora wondered why she couldn't get Terrence to be as sweet as Leon was...listen to him begging! And Eudora knew for a fact that Leon was regularly cuckolded by Marjorie...Marjorie loved tall, handsome young guys, and Eudora had gone out dancing with Marjorie and watched the girl collect phone numbers.
One night, Eudora had dropped by Marjorie and Leon's rather late, and she'd walked in on an appalling scene—Marjorie was necking with Chuckie, the barback at Brewmeisters, in the front living room, while Leon, naked except for an apron, was making some kind of hors d'ouvre in the kitchen.
Eudora had actually seen Marjorie get up in a rage because the food wasn't out fast enough, and go into the kitchen, picking up a bamboo cane from the mantel. There had been terrible screaming and whacks in the kitchen, and Leon had burst through the kitchen door with the tray of pigs-in-blankets and creampuffs, as Marjorie had followed him, whacking Leon's bare butt and thighs behind the tied apron.
Today, Eudora was flabbergasted that Marjorie wouldn't let Leon cum, considering what she put the poor bastard through.
"P-please Miss Marjorie." Leon was begging, as he looked down at his wife's long red nails, gently beating his glans like a tom-tom. "It's been so long, and I've been so good, haven't I?" Marjorie stuck her tongue out at Leon and he pooched up his mouth as if to cry.
"Aw c'mon, Marjorie." Eudora said gently. "Give the poor guy a break. You've given him a helluva week, in my opinion."
Leon looked at Eudora with gratitude, though he doubted it would change Marjorie's mind.
Marjorie laughed. "Leon has to learn patience...why cheapen his orgasm by letting him cum right now, when he can really value it in a couple of weeks or months?" Leon closed his eyes, and his lower lip began trembling, though his cock stayed as hard as an MX missile.
"Well God, you cum all the time, Marjorie." Eudora smiled, thinking of it. Marjorie came when the guys fucked her, and then again when Leon licked the previous cum out of Marjorie's twat in the middle of the night.
And then also, there were the nights that Marjorie stayed home and Leon licked her for hours...Marjorie had talked to Eudora on the phone in a breathy voice as Leon was licking away, and Eudora could just imagine how Leon's cock must've been twitching and pulsing in the Iron Maiden.
