My cock twitched in her hand. She kissed the back of my neck sending shivers down my spine. What would you do if for once in your life you could be completely selfish and perhaps even a little cruel? In my fantasy, the edging frees you from any other sexual obligation to me and you can use me in whatever way you want for your pleasure.
Besides, at a minimum, a few minutes edging me twice a day is a lot less time than we spend on sex normally. How would you like that?
Even after a week you complain about an aching prostate and swollen balls. How are you going to manage a month? I suppose, if I got very uncomfortable, I could ask you for a milking or a ruined orgasm to release the pressure a bit.
You want me to use you as a slave for my pleasure while I explore my sexuality. Are you absolutely sure this is what you want? I was very horny. True to her word, Lia had aroused me just short of orgasm repeatedly for a quarter of an hour each morning and evening, but there had been no sexual relief whatever.
Each evening after my arousal session, she lay naked on the bed while I massaged her neck, back and feet. When I was finished, I was instructed to put on my bed shorts and snuggle up behind her for warmth while she nodded off.
Like the obedient slave I was supposed to be, I kept my hands away from her lovely breasts and pussy, but each evening it was getting more difficult to control myself. To make matters more difficult, Lia was dressing very provocatively. Hoping to inspire a more romantic mood, I suggested we go out for dinner.
She readily agreed and decided that we should dress up for the occasion. Getting into my role as slave for a month, I ran her a hot bath nicely laced with bath oil. I placed candles on the sink and poured a good sized scotch which I placed on the side of the bath. While she performed those mysterious female beautification rituals, I dressed myself in smart casual attire and waited to assist Lia in dressing. She came to the bedroom, pink and beautiful from her hot bath and passed me her push-up bra.
I helped her with the bra and passed her panties. She wiggled her bum seductively as she pulled them up and made such a show of pulling on her pantyhose that I was left drooling with desire. Casually, she dismissed me with orders to wait in the car. As Lia locked up the house, I leapt out of the car to hold the passenger door open for her.
As she slid into her seat, her dress rode up her thigh and she smiled at my involuntary gasp of admiration. She was wearing one of those deceptively simple black dresses; quite short, low-cut at the bosom and with spaghetti straps over the shoulders.
We had a delightful meal and while part of me hoped Lia would give permission for a little groping under the table, I had to admit that it was nice to have a relaxed conversation with a beautiful woman, and to enjoy fine food and delicious wine.
After dinner, Lia suggested we wander through a nearby mall and do a little window shopping. The first thing she lighted upon was a shiny steel cock cage. How would you feel about extending your fantasy for a year? She peered at the package. When we got home, Lia suggested we undress. I put on my bed shorts and she, her short silky robe. We sat on the rec room sofa and she asked me to paint her toe nails.
A jolt went through my desperate cock and I realised that my wife was taking the sexual frustration part of my fantasy very seriously. As she began stroking her pussy and her arousal grew, she gazed into my eyes. So desperate was my need to pleasure her with my tongue, to suck on her little nub, that I could barely resist flinging myself at her. As she relaxed and her breathing steadied, my cock slowly subsided.
I rushed to comply. She switched it on to a slow speed and inserted that o-so-realistic looking cock into her vagina. I felt an acute twinge of jealousy, almost as if I was being cuckolded. Gasping, she raised the speed a little. Her legs tensed, the muscles in her thighs standing out in sharp relief. She closed her eyes and bit her lip in concentration. I could sense the tension in her growing and my cock pulsed in sympathy. It was so hard not to grab it and pump furiously.
She thrust her groin upwards off the sofa, gritting her teeth. I was completely forgotten as she journeyed to a place I could not go. She screamed, pumping the phallus furiously as fluid tricked onto the sofa. Gasping, she handed me the vibrator. I sat beside her on the couch and drew her to me. My balls and prostate felt bloated and yet I felt so happy as she snuggled against me.
After a while, she stirred. All during the second week, she appeared quite content to tease me and to enjoy this unique opportunity to rest her pussy and clit. During our 15 minute edging sessions, she upped the ante verbally, taunting me about my self-inflicted predicament. Watching your cock straining to come as I play with it is quite a turn on.
By the end of the second week, I was in terrible shape. In exasperation she appeared to cave. At the end of an edging session, she announced that we would have doggie style sex and that I could cum. I practically leapt on her and drove my desperate cock deep into the warm, clinging depths of her pussy.
Lia bucked back at me enthusiastically and I could feel a huge orgasm building. I reached around to stroke her clit and bring her to orgasm before I came when she swatted my hand away. I held my breath while she considered my plea, my penis cradled in her warm wet pussy, poised to explode.
You get to choose. This is what I had asked for and she knew I really had no choice. Slowly, very slowly, I resumed thrusting as I stroked her hard clit. Her orgasm was spectacular and noisy. I was glad the windows were closed. It was so very hard to pull my desperate, throbbing shaft out of her warm depths. Lia snuggled up to me and held my cock gently. The perfect birthday present. I was thrilled even though each incident added to my discomfort and fuelled my desperation.
My waking daydreams and my night time fantasies were filled with thoughts of her smile as she wiggled her bum at me, her hard nipples as she flashed her breasts, her muscular thighs and well-rounded ass and of course her pussy which called to my fevered imagination constantly. Almost daily, Lia found ways to use my fingers, tongue and cock for her pleasure. After edging me as usual, she would lie back, hold her pussy lips open and invite me to rub my glans up and down her slit until she came.
After a little rest, she might stiffen me up, sit astride me and rub her clit on my hot spot until she came again, leaving me throbbing and moaning. She refrained from intercourse however and I spent a lot of time fantasising about burying my desperate cock deep in her pussy. Part way through the third week Lia announced that it was time to relieve the pressure in my balls and prostate.
She ordered me onto my back and sat between my legs stroking my burgeoning cock. I enjoyed the view of her plump breasts and rosy nipples as my arousal grew. I could feel the semen pooling at the base of my shaft, ready to spurt. Lia slowed the pace as my breathing became irregular, gently gripping my balls in one hand. She watched me closely as she brought me ever more slowly to the edge.
I could feel the orgasm building, building until I knew it was inevitable. At that crucial moment Lia let go. Frantically I pumped empty air. Even in that moment of desperation I felt the foolishness of my behaviour.
A trickle of semen emerged and ran down my shaft, but my long awaited orgasm failed to appear. I groaned in disappointment. I felt the huge muscular contraction that presaged ejaculation. Lia felt it too and suddenly released my shaft and squeezed and pulled my balls quite hard. The pain was only mild, but the discomfort distracted me enough that if I had an orgasm, I completely missed it.
Semen dribbled down my shaft, but there was no feeling of pleasure or relief. A nice big ejaculation, just like I promised. That should take some of the pressure off for a day or two. I gave her a watery smile and asked for a soothing hug.