Wife set the huge pot on the burner and let it heat up with a drizzle of oil. After dumping in the aromatics, she stir-fried the cubes of stewing beef briefly before deglazing with red wine and some water. Two bay leaves joined the bath and she put on the lid and waited for the liquid to come up to temperature before cranking the heat down low.
She grabbed the kitchen timer that was attached with a magnet to the fridge and it beeped obnoxiously as she set it to half an hour. The timer went with her to the living room where Husband lounged on their couch, hands on a controller and playing a game.
"Dinner's already smelling good," he said, not taking his eyes off the game.
She smiled and kissed his cheek, setting the timer onto the glass top coffee table in front of them. Then she slid down onto the carpet floor and wiggled until she sat between his legs.
"What are you doing down there?" he chuckled.
"Taking advantage of you," she said smugly. Her hands moved to stroke his inner thigh. When her fingers wandered close to his groin, he reached down to stroke her head but she waved his hands away. "No, don't touch me."
Obediently, his hand returned back to his controller. She saw his eyes glance to the timer.
"You're going to do this for half an hour?" he asked.
She pursed her lips and looked at the numbers counting down. "Twenty...eight minutes," she corrected.
Husband gave a little hum, but then otherwise made no other comment. The controller clicked and buzzed as he continued his game and Wife continued her languid exploration with her hands. She rested her head on his other thigh and watched as a growing erection tented his sweatpants.
She felt the flex of his muscles in his legs, then teasingly feeling up to his hip and avoiding the tent in his pants. They trailed a light touch to his abdomen, up to his chest where she felt his breathing quicken. He continued to play his game, seemingly ignoring her.
He took in a shuddering breath when she finally caressed his erection through the sweatpants. The music in the game halted and she saw that he had paused it to stare at her hands on his bulge.
"Keep playing," she said firmly, removing her hands from him. She didn't go back to touching him until he un-paused his game. For several long minutes, she simply rubbed him through his pants, watching his breathing grow faster. At one point he tried to kill an NPC in his game but failed and died, giving him a minute or two to fully enjoy her hands as he respawned.
Wife watched as he tried to approach the same enemy NPC again and she decided to tug down his sweatpants. Husband shifted in his seat on the couch and she was able to pull his sweatpants down to just under his ass. He sat back down and she wrapped her hand around his cock. It was hot and hard for her, standing up in attention to her affection.
In the middle of the fight, she leaned in and took one of his balls into her mouth, carefully suckling on it as she stroked him. Husband gave a loud moan, louder than the sounds of fighting from the game. Surprisingly, this time he was able to defeat the enemy. Wife smiled and raised her head to take his cock into her mouth.
"Oh god," Husband groaned. She briefly felt his fingers in her hair but she waved him off again. This was their game, that was the rule: he wasn't allowed to touch her. He was supposed to ignore her but he was already doing a poor job of that.
After a few moments, he got himself under control and continued gaming.
"Fifteen minutes," he muttered to her. Her back was to the timer on the coffee table so he had to tell her how many minutes remained. She murmured in acknowledgement around his cock and he fought off another moan. Wife spent the next few minutes languidly sucking his dick, idly playing with his balls with a free hand. The controller clicked and buzzed just over her head.
When Husband's hips stiffened and thrust upwards into her mouth, she slowed until he relaxed again. She sucked off the beads of precum from the head of his dick and returned to slowly, languidly engulfing him into her hot mouth. Wife squeezed her thighs together - her panties were soaked and she yearned to touch herself. But it was so much fun teasing Husband.
She popped off his cock and rested her head on his thigh again, gently playing with his ruddy cock with her fingertips. Husband occasionally glanced down at her with his face flushed and eyelids hooded.
"I want to fuck you," she whispered up to him.
"Don't let your dreams be dreams," he said. Wife laughed.
"I also want to fuck with you," she said.
"Har har," Husband said. "Congrats, you're successful."
"Am I?" She leaned in again and kissed the tip of his cock. It jerked at her touch. "I feel like I haven't fucked with you enough."
She then sucked on the tip of his cock like a lollipop. She kept doing it as Husband's breathing grew shaky and his hips thrust again to try to convince her to take more of him into her mouth. She used more spit and she made sloppy noises at the tip of his dick. Drool dribbled down his length and he swore loudly.
"Eight...eight minutes," Husband panted.
Hmm, plenty of time. Wife slowly engulfed his cock into her mouth while he returned to playing. This time she experimentally took more of him into her mouth, feeling the tip hitting her throat. That drew out a long, tortured moan from him so she stopped taking him so deep. Wife didn't want him to cum.
"Five minutes. Please."
She decided to set a steady pace, bobbing her head up and down his length but pausing when his body tensed up. Husband was still valiantly trying to play his game but she knew he probably wasn't doing much besides walking in circles.
He was able to not touch her, but his hands fell to his sides and gripped the cushion seats of the couch with the effort.
"Two minutes. Please let me cum."
Wife took his cock out of her mouth to say a single word: "No."
She went back to sucking him. She set a faster pace, taking him deep down her throat and adding a hand to stroke him. His hips twitched upwards to try to fuck her face. Her mouth brought him right to the edge as the kitchen timer rang loudly to show their time was up.
"Oh god, baby, please," Husband whispered. "I need to cum. Please, oh god..."
With one last suck, she got off his cock and turned off the timer, then stood to study her handiwork. Husband was flushed and very erect on the couch, a few dribbles of semen rolling down from the tip. He gave another loud groan as his body twitched from the ruined orgasm. Wife felt her pussy pulse at how big his cock looked at his extreme arousal. It twitched as he struggled not to touch it.
Satisfied, Wife went back into the kitchen to check on the simmering pot. She stirred it briefly and then added a can of tomatoes and the huge bowl of root vegetables that was waiting to be added. The pot was brought to a boil again at full heat after she made sure there was enough liquid inside. Again, after bringing it to temperature, she turned it down to simmer and set the timer to thirty minutes.
Husband was still on the couch when she returned with the timer. He had resumed his game, albeit a little shakily with his full erection hanging out. She set the timer back down on the coffee table and deftly pulled down her tights and panties. Husband paused the game at that point and watched her as she climbed onto his lap, facing him.
His gaze slid down to her chest still covered by her t-shirt. Since they had been home all day, she wasn't wearing her bra. Wife smiled and lifted the front of her shirt, tucking the fabric under her armpits so it stayed up. Husband licked his lips, staring at her bare breasts.
"No touching?" he mumbled.
"No."
When he didn't complain, she rose a little on her knees and took his rigid cock into her hands and fitted him at her slick entrance.
"So much teasing, I'm not gonna last," he said, staring at her pussy pushing down onto his cock.
"Oh, you will," she assured him and sank down. Wife gave a loud moan at the thick intrusion. With one hand braced on his shoulder, she used her other hand to rub her clit as she rode Husband's dick. She watched his hands ball into fists on the sides and that just made her hotter.
