Hi, it's Veronica, back with another story about my tease and denial relationship with my husband of five years,
I keep my husband's cock locked in a chastity cage 24/7. I only unlock the cage when he's restrained, usually when I've locked him to the bed, and use my hand to teasingly masturbate him. I edge him about once a week and stroke him to an orgasm about once a month.
My husband is a masochist and indulges my sadistic impulses.
When my husband and I started dating, he wanted to worship my boobs. I was very familiar with the more common understanding of breast worship. You see, I have fairly large boobs. I currently wear 38F bras. Even in high school, I wore a 36D bra. Pretty much every boy/man I dated couldn't wait to get his hands and mouth on my tits. Now, I'm not complaining. I love how it feels when a man squeezes my boobs and plays with my nipples. Tit play is a big part of foreplay for me.
No, what he wanted was for me to tease him with my boobs. So, after talking it over, I instituted a simple rule. He was not allowed to touch my tits unless I gave him permission to do so. When I did give him permission, he was limited to gentle caresses. I didn't allow any squeezing or nipple touching. This was a pleasant change from all my previous grabby boyfriends, and I enjoyed being able to wear low-cut tops with him and tease him.
We would usually spend an entire weekend together before I'd allow him to gently caress my boobs for a few minutes. It felt different and actually felt really good when he ran his fingers over my tits. I suppose my control is what excited me more than his touch.
While we were dating, my tits were still getting manhandled. Chuck was, and still is, a friend with benefits. Chuck and I would get together practically every week, and his strong hands provided my boobs with plenty of stimulation. My husband knew about my sexual relationship with Chuck, and he encouraged me to maintain it. Chuck still comes over to our house about once a month to spend a weekend with us.
When I moved in with my husband, a few months before our wedding, I made the mistake of lounging around the house wearing nothing but a bikini or bra and panties. I wanted to be a tease for my husband in his chastity cage.
It worked really well for about a month. My husband got so accustomed to seeing my tits that they weren't exciting him so much. We talked it over, and I switched to keeping them covered most of the time. Now, I wear a bra and blouse during the day and pajamas when we go to bed. The only times he sees my boobs are when I'm edging him and sometimes when I'm tormenting him.
About a month after I moved in, his neighbors Mark and Leslie came over and introduced themselves. Leslie was pretty open about how she and Mark were swingers, and I told them about our tease and denial relationship. We see them socially quite often, and we go over to their house for a sexual encounter around once a month.
After I got to know Mark, we started getting together. Mark is a police officer that works shifts, so he was able to come to see me when my husband was at work. Leslie didn't mind, as she had a couple of single guys that she saw regularly.
Once I had Chuck and Mark in my life, I was able to get stricter with my husband about his breast worship without feeling too touch-deprived. After talking it over with him, I instituted a new rule. He had to earn his tit touching time.
Our "sex life" was pretty straightforward. Since my husband's cock was locked up, he would use his hands, toys, or his mouth to get me off. I preferred receiving oral, but sometimes when we were sitting on the sofa watching TV, I'd have my husband use one hand to get me off while his other arm was draped around my shoulders. I enjoy how snuggly that feels.
In return, as I said, I'd teasingly masturbate him with my hand about once a week for a couple of hours. About once a month at the end of an edging session, I'd stroke him to an orgasm.
Anyway, my husband's reward for getting me off was that I allowed him to gently caress my tits for two seconds. He had to earn at least one minute before I'd sit down and let him touch them.