Summer Heat
[NOTE: This account of the past 2 months of our marriage has been somewhat fictionalized for your entertainment. Much of it is NOT fictional. Specifically, Hubby has, in fact, only gotten handjobs in the past 2 months and Wifey is still getting busy with her boyfriend.]
Then when we finally got some alone time in the evening, she started working on my cock with her hands feverishly.
And on each of these occasions, when I tried to move on her to actually have sex, she flat out told me "No sex ... I'm keeping my pussy clean for T." ("T", as you probably know, is my wife's boyfriend.)
The first time she did it, she timed it with a sudden burst of manual effort. She intentionally made me cum on her leg with her hand, which was pretty humiliating, but intense.
The second time it happened, I thought I had won her over with my kissing and touching. When I asked her if I could be inside her at least for a couple minutes, she didn't respond at first. Then she told me, "The way your touching me is getting me hot. You'd better stop before I give in and cheat on my boyfriend."
"Just let me inside you ... just for a minute or two so we don't forget how it feels."
She thought for a minute or two, without her hands stopping stroking my penis. "Ok, but just for a minute, alright?"
Excitedly I pulled off her boy shorts and began moving between her legs. Her stroking didn't stop all the while.
"And you can't cum in me, ok? Only T can cum in me now."
I froze. Her words stung me but also made my balls tingle. Her stroking intensified ... I was getting dangerously close and wasn't even inside her yet.
"What do you mean I can't cum in you?"
"I don't want you to cum in me. Only T cums in me now." She licked a hand and reapplied it to stroking my penis.
"Are you serious? I can't cum in you, but HE can?" The tingling in my balls was growing.
"Of course, sweetie. I told you I was keeping my pussy clean for him."
I sprayed all over her tummy. I couldn't help it. It was some sort of primal reaction to knowing another man would be inseminating my wife soon.
I was spent. I didn't even have the energy left to argue.
"Ooops," she said, "Looks like you missed your chance."
"Did you do that on purpose?" I demanded to know.
"Maybe. Is it so bad that I made my hubby cum? See ... you don't need to be inside me for us to have great sex."
"Yeah, but I didn't even get a chance to try to make you cum."
"Aw, that's sweet," she replied, "as unlikely as it is, you still keep trying. Good for you."
"Anyway, I thought your medication made it difficult for you to perform, no?" she continued.
"It does, but if you help me a little bit, I think I could do a good job for you."
"Oh honey, I just worry that you're going to get frustrated when you can't fuck me the way I need it and then I go on a date with T and he fucks me like a champ. I hate to see you keep going through that. There's no reason for you to pressure yourself to fuck me like he does. I have HIM for that. Why don't you just relax and enjoy cumming on my foot? I'll put on those tights and heels that you bought for me. Would you like that?"
"I don't HAVE to take that medication. Nothing will happen if I don't take it for a day or two -- or never again."
"Oh, c'mon. What kind of wife would I be if I encouraged you to not take your medication. No, honey. Don't skip your medication just for sex."
I reached down and touched her only to find her pussy encased in nylon tights -- she knows they turn me on. I slipped a hand inside them and could feel that she just gotten her pussy waxed, but she moved my hand out and put it on the outside of her tights.
I was ambivalent. I didn't want to be a plaything -- made to cum for her entertainment while her boyfriend got ... full privileges. Yet the same thought excited me and brought me closer to the squirting orgasm she sought for her amusement.
She leaned over and turned on the light revealing the pink opaque tights she was wearing. She remained in that pose to show off her ass to me in the tights.
"Do these make my ass look nice?" she asked as she resumed stroking me.
The view was breathtaking. I couldn't look away. "Yeah," I responded.
"I wore them just for you -- I know you love them."
I could only groan in response.
"Do they make my ass look fuckable?"
"Yeah," I could only muster a one-word responses as I approached an intense orgasm.
"Do you think T is going to want to fuck my ass if I wear these for him?"
I sudden electric shock of jealousy ran though my balls and my hips began bucking on their own.
"I hope he does," she added, "I hope he wants to fuck my ass. I want SO bad for him to fuck my ass like he promised he would."
With my hips bucking uncontrollably, I began to spray cum all over her ass.
"Oh yeah, Honey, that's it. Show me how jealous you get when I talk about him fucking my ass. That's it, Sweetie, paint my ass with your seed. Oh, it's SO cute. I love to watch you cum."
The next morning, Wifey was very affectionate in the kitchen. "Why don't we do that more often?" she asked.
"Uh ... why don't we have sex more often?"
"Oh no -- no, no, no. I just want to watch you squirt like that. It's SO intense. Last night you spray-painted my ass ... like one of those sprinklers they have on golf courses. I LOVE watching that. It makes me feel so ... wanted ... desired."
I just hung my head.
"Besides," she continued, "I find it hard to believe you enjoy regular sex more than when I make you spray like some kind of farm irrigation machine. That HAS to be a better orgasm for you. You don't spray like that when I used to let you fuck me. Tell the truth! It's more intense, isn't it?"
"Well, yeah, it's more intense, but it burns and makes me really jealous when you tease me about letting him fuck your ass and cum in your."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me seductively, pressing her body against mine. She could feel my intense erection. "Yeah, but it makes your little penis stiff, doesn't it?" she asked.
I didn't bother to make a denial -- we both knew it DID make me hard.
"And it makes your balls tingle too, doesn't it? When I let him do things to me that you've never done, right?" She began to drop down to her knees, reaching into my pants to liberate my growing member.
I just groaned. It was all starting over.
She got on her knees and pulled out my penis. "Can you spray for me again? I wanna see up close."
"C'mon sweet Hubby, show me how jealous you are. Show me how much you want me."
I didn't want to be her entertainment but ... I couldn't hide my arousal.
"Oh, look how much your dripping. You DO like it don't you? Why don't you cum on my face like T does?"
A jealous twinge made my balls jump -- she had never let me cum on her face or in her mouth. She could see the arousal happening.
She stood up and turned around, lifting her t-shirt to expose her naked bottom. She continued stroking me backhanded, rubbing the wet tip of my penis in her butt crack.
"Oh, I forgot, you don't like to hear about him cumming on my face. How does it feel when I rub it between my butt cheeks. Is that good?"
"Yeah ... it's good," I replied, panting.
"Now don't try and sneak it in my butt ... you know I'm saving that for T. I've already promised him he could be first to fuck my ass."
I began to squirt once again. "Spray" might be a better word for it.
She looked over her should as I sprayed on her butt like a machine ... for what seemed unnaturally long ejaculation.
"That is SO damned cute. I love doing that SO much. It's settled then. Handjobs only for you."
Summer Heat with Wifey & Hubby
Wifey and I have both been a bit sexually dormant for the past 2 months because of medical reasons (nothing serious). But twice in the past week my wife has started the morning with some sexy affection and flirting at breakfast ("Can we play tonight?"). Then she kept up the flirting all day.Then when we finally got some alone time in the evening, she started working on my cock with her hands feverishly.
And on each of these occasions, when I tried to move on her to actually have sex, she flat out told me "No sex ... I'm keeping my pussy clean for T." ("T", as you probably know, is my wife's boyfriend.)
The first time she did it, she timed it with a sudden burst of manual effort. She intentionally made me cum on her leg with her hand, which was pretty humiliating, but intense.
The second time it happened, I thought I had won her over with my kissing and touching. When I asked her if I could be inside her at least for a couple minutes, she didn't respond at first. Then she told me, "The way your touching me is getting me hot. You'd better stop before I give in and cheat on my boyfriend."
"Just let me inside you ... just for a minute or two so we don't forget how it feels."
She thought for a minute or two, without her hands stopping stroking my penis. "Ok, but just for a minute, alright?"
Excitedly I pulled off her boy shorts and began moving between her legs. Her stroking didn't stop all the while.
"And you can't cum in me, ok? Only T can cum in me now."
I froze. Her words stung me but also made my balls tingle. Her stroking intensified ... I was getting dangerously close and wasn't even inside her yet.
"What do you mean I can't cum in you?"
"I don't want you to cum in me. Only T cums in me now." She licked a hand and reapplied it to stroking my penis.
"Are you serious? I can't cum in you, but HE can?" The tingling in my balls was growing.
"Of course, sweetie. I told you I was keeping my pussy clean for him."
I sprayed all over her tummy. I couldn't help it. It was some sort of primal reaction to knowing another man would be inseminating my wife soon.
I was spent. I didn't even have the energy left to argue.
"Ooops," she said, "Looks like you missed your chance."
"Did you do that on purpose?" I demanded to know.
"Maybe. Is it so bad that I made my hubby cum? See ... you don't need to be inside me for us to have great sex."
"Yeah, but I didn't even get a chance to try to make you cum."
"Aw, that's sweet," she replied, "as unlikely as it is, you still keep trying. Good for you."
"Anyway, I thought your medication made it difficult for you to perform, no?" she continued.
"It does, but if you help me a little bit, I think I could do a good job for you."
"Oh honey, I just worry that you're going to get frustrated when you can't fuck me the way I need it and then I go on a date with T and he fucks me like a champ. I hate to see you keep going through that. There's no reason for you to pressure yourself to fuck me like he does. I have HIM for that. Why don't you just relax and enjoy cumming on my foot? I'll put on those tights and heels that you bought for me. Would you like that?"
"I don't HAVE to take that medication. Nothing will happen if I don't take it for a day or two -- or never again."
"Oh, c'mon. What kind of wife would I be if I encouraged you to not take your medication. No, honey. Don't skip your medication just for sex."
* * * * * * * *
Wifey's words were enough to keep me from making advances in bed for a while, but they also left me in a constants state of arousal. It was all I could do to not masturbate furiously 3 times a day. But I was intent on saving my energy for giving her a good fucking in the near future.
A few evenings later, when she hadn't gotten enough sexual attention from me for a day she sidled up next to me in bed and began snuggling and touching me -- sexually. I tried not to fall for the same trick again but I couldn't resist putting my hands all over her and kissing her.
She reached down and touched my penis with one hand and felt how hard it was. Then she began stroking it while squeezing my balls with the other.
"What are you doing?"
"Uh ... what does it look like I'm doing? I'm stroking my sweet Hubby's penis," she whispered.
I reached down and touched her only to find her pussy encased in nylon tights -- she knows they turn me on. I slipped a hand inside them and could feel that she just gotten her pussy waxed, but she moved my hand out and put it on the outside of her tights.
"Why are you playing with me? You're not going to let me inside you. What's the point?"
"The point is I like kissing you and I enjoy seeing you squirt. It's SO cute when you squirt on my leg like a teenager."
I was ambivalent. I didn't want to be a plaything -- made to cum for her entertainment while her boyfriend got ... full privileges. Yet the same thought excited me and brought me closer to the squirting orgasm she sought for her amusement.
She leaned over and turned on the light revealing the pink opaque tights she was wearing. She remained in that pose to show off her ass to me in the tights.
"Do these make my ass look nice?" she asked as she resumed stroking me.
The view was breathtaking. I couldn't look away. "Yeah," I responded.
"I wore them just for you -- I know you love them."
I could only groan in response.
"Do they make my ass look fuckable?"
"Yeah," I could only muster a one-word responses as I approached an intense orgasm.
"Do you think T is going to want to fuck my ass if I wear these for him?"
I sudden electric shock of jealousy ran though my balls and my hips began bucking on their own.
"I hope he does," she added, "I hope he wants to fuck my ass. I want SO bad for him to fuck my ass like he promised he would."
With my hips bucking uncontrollably, I began to spray cum all over her ass.
"Oh yeah, Honey, that's it. Show me how jealous you get when I talk about him fucking my ass. That's it, Sweetie, paint my ass with your seed. Oh, it's SO cute. I love to watch you cum."
* * * * * * * *
"Uh ... why don't we have sex more often?"
"Oh no -- no, no, no. I just want to watch you squirt like that. It's SO intense. Last night you spray-painted my ass ... like one of those sprinklers they have on golf courses. I LOVE watching that. It makes me feel so ... wanted ... desired."
I just hung my head.
"Besides," she continued, "I find it hard to believe you enjoy regular sex more than when I make you spray like some kind of farm irrigation machine. That HAS to be a better orgasm for you. You don't spray like that when I used to let you fuck me. Tell the truth! It's more intense, isn't it?"
"Well, yeah, it's more intense, but it burns and makes me really jealous when you tease me about letting him fuck your ass and cum in your."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me seductively, pressing her body against mine. She could feel my intense erection. "Yeah, but it makes your little penis stiff, doesn't it?" she asked.
I didn't bother to make a denial -- we both knew it DID make me hard.
"And it makes your balls tingle too, doesn't it? When I let him do things to me that you've never done, right?" She began to drop down to her knees, reaching into my pants to liberate my growing member.
I just groaned. It was all starting over.
She got on her knees and pulled out my penis. "Can you spray for me again? I wanna see up close."
"C'mon sweet Hubby, show me how jealous you are. Show me how much you want me."
I didn't want to be her entertainment but ... I couldn't hide my arousal.
"Oh, look how much your dripping. You DO like it don't you? Why don't you cum on my face like T does?"
A jealous twinge made my balls jump -- she had never let me cum on her face or in her mouth. She could see the arousal happening.
She stood up and turned around, lifting her t-shirt to expose her naked bottom. She continued stroking me backhanded, rubbing the wet tip of my penis in her butt crack.
"Oh, I forgot, you don't like to hear about him cumming on my face. How does it feel when I rub it between my butt cheeks. Is that good?"
"Yeah ... it's good," I replied, panting.
"Now don't try and sneak it in my butt ... you know I'm saving that for T. I've already promised him he could be first to fuck my ass."
I began to squirt once again. "Spray" might be a better word for it.
She looked over her should as I sprayed on her butt like a machine ... for what seemed unnaturally long ejaculation.
"That is SO damned cute. I love doing that SO much. It's settled then. Handjobs only for you."
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