Two weeks. Two weeks is an obnoxious length of time to go without an orgasm. Of course, Michael got in an orgasm every day, but he hasn't seen fit to reciprocate as of late. Leah thought she knew what she was in for when she agreed to the orgasm restrictions, but apparently she had been much too optimistic in her assumptions. Because, well, two weeks.
Two weeks.
So when her sleep addled mind felt her husband pulling her hips up first thing in the morning, she found herself hard pressed to get overly excited about being allowed to orgasm.
She had been fighting the feelings of love and hate regarding the new orgasm routine. She loved the idea that she was making herself available at her husband's whim, and she intensely loved the notion of simply being used as a method of getting him off.
She really loved to orgasm too, though. The denial and the knowledge that Michael controlled her orgasm made her wet just thinking about it. So the less she came, the more she thought about how she wasn't "allowed" to come, which instantly turned her on, then she always had to circle back on to the fact her orgasms were solely at Michael's discretion. Truly a vicious cycle.
Leah groaned softly into her pillow as she felt Michael slowly pushing his dick into her cunt. She immediately shifted her hips higher to try and meet his lazy thrust, but a sharp slap to her right ass cheek immediately made her still. 'So that's how it is going to be'.
She felt her husband's large, callused hand press down on her upper back as he picked up the pace. With her ass pulled up and out and her husband's hand pressing down firmly on her upper back, Leah didn't have much wiggle room. So she did as was expected and attempted to stay still while just accepting the cock pushing into her at an ever quickening pace.
Of course the fucking felt good, fantastic actually, even though Michael wasn't taking any care to hit the angle that would help her reach orgasm. The very fact that he was blatantly ignoring her need to orgasm only served to work her up more and she whined in a combination of frustration and desire.
The whine earned her ass another sharp slap and she felt the hand move from her back and then two hands on her hips yanked her sharply against her husband's hips as he ground out his orgasm.
Michael let himself fall into the bed as he grinned to himself. He knew Leah desperately wanted to cum but he had been having an exceptionally good time watching his wife continuously working through her pent up frustration. He had a plan to allow her to cum. Later.
Leah still hadn't moved from the position he left her so he took a moment to admire her soft pants as she blatantly tried to keep her frustration to herself. He noticed the barely there rocking of her hips as her body subconsciously chased after the orgasm that wasn't going to happen.
Smirking and reaching over with his left arm, he pulled his frazzled wife into a spooning position. He pinched her left nipple viciously just to hear her gasp then dragged his fingers down her abdomen and ground two fingers against her swollen clit. Leah swung her left leg over his hopefully to give him better access and he took the unnecessary invitation to slide two fingers into her wet cunt. He pumped her pussy three times then dragged his fingers through his cum that had leaked out of her hole.
