I smiled as I saw the notification pop up on my phone. It had been more than a week since I had last seen him, yet I was confident I would see him again. And it would be tomorrow. It was amazing to imagine what he had put himself through these past days, considering the dedication I was sure he would put into it. Sitting at his computer alone for hours, his cock rock hard as he watched other people enjoy what he couldn't, his cock straining from desire until from the sheer exhaustion of being horny for so long without a single ounce of pleasure, it would start to soften. And each time he did it, it would take less and less time for it to happen, for his brain to stop enjoying the porn I had convinced him was ruining his life.
And then when he finally had the chance to release all of that pent-up cum, when he finally needed that euphoric release... His thoughts, his mind, would focus on me. I was practically wet from just the thought of it!
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It was a sunny midday when I knocked on his front door, and it swung open almost immediately, as if he had been waiting for me. He stepped aside as I walked in. "So? How is your training going?" I asked as we walked towards the stairs. I looked up at him, studying his face for any giveaways as to what he was thinking.
"Good... Kinda.. I don't know, really. I'm still getting hard when I watch porn, but like, I'm not enjoying it as much? Like, I don't feel the urge as strongly." He explained as he led me inside. "Good! That's a good start, at least. And when you get those strong urges, are you handling them well?"
He paused at that, looking over at me awkwardly before turning away. "Well, not really.. you said to focus on a real sexual experience, but I haven't been able to enjoy one yet, because, you know-" He stopped there, knowing that I knew exactly what he was talking about. How the first and only time a girl had touched his cock like that, he had erupted prematurely. "Ooooh, I didn't even think about that! We can work on fixing that today then." I sat down on the edge of his bed, patting the spot next to me for him to join.
"We'll need to give you that experience! Something beyond just a prostitute giving you a hand fuck." I did my best not to smirk. "Tell me, what's your fantasy for something like that, your ideal scenario, something you'd want to come to life."
He pressed his hands together and looked up at the ceiling, shuffling slightly back and forth as he thought. He was dead serious, putting as much effort into this as he could. He closed his eyes, his cheeks coloring slightly as he began to speak. "I- I imagine my, my wife joining me in bed after a long day... maybe slowly seducing me, getting me in the mood. Something passionate and romantic- I want to kiss her as I rub my cock along her insides.. maybe watch her suck on it-" He stopped, shaking his head. "Sorry-"
"Don't be sorry! This is exactly what we need! I'll roleplay that for you, make it something real!" I stood up, setting down my bag. "We'll roleplay it for you. Obviously we can't do all of that... If you cum too fast again, it'll be ruined for both you and her. Remember, the goal in a relationship like that is to provide pleasure for your partner. Make them feel good, make them enjoy it. That means not cumming too fast or too slow, but right when she wants you too. You need to try to focus on the mindset you want to play out, make it seem real in your mind that I am your actual wife. Can you try that?"
"I- I think so."
"Great! Give me one sec, okay? And ooh! I almost forgot! What kind of nickname do you want to call me and for me, you? Is your wife a honey, a babe, maybe darling?"
He put his head in his hands. "I don't know... can we just use names?" I sighed. "The more you put into it, the more you get out, okay?" I walked over to the door, turning out the light. "Just remember, focus on your partner's pleasure, cum when they want you too. If you get too close, just say "stop." Otherwise, don't cum until I tell you too, got it?" He nodded in affirmation, and I smiled, before starting beginning to close the door behind me. "Good, now get in bed, set the scene-" I finished, closing the door behind me.
I immediately stripped down out of my clothes, leaving nothing on but my white lace underwear, pulling my hair out of my ponytail, like I was a housewife getting ready to spend the night with my husband. I walked downstairs, searching and searching, walking from one grand, beautiful room to the next, until I found what I was looking for. A candle.
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I gently creaked open the door to the bedroom, closing it behind me to drop it back into darkness, illuminated by nothing but the candle I held. "Hi, baby..." I called out quietly, walking over to the bedside table and placing the candle down. "I know you had a long day today..." I slowly pulled back the covers to reveal his form, wearing only boxers now. "-I'd love to help make it a little better~"
He blushed in the dim light, opening his mouth to speak before closing it once more, at a loss for words. I climbed into bed with him, pulling the covers over us as I lay on his chest, cradling his face in my hands as I leaned in to kiss him. I didn't push it, didn't do anything he wasn't ready for, instead just playing it as passionately as I could. The more I could draw him into his fantasy, the more in love he would fall with me.
We kissed for several minutes, my fingers getting tangled in his hair as we swapped saliva back and forth. Feeling him start to squirm from desire, I began to slip off his underwear. Unable to reach the hem with my arm, I used my toes instead, curling them inside the fabric and pulling them down over his thighs.
