As I woke, Jessie was snuggled up holding me close with her head resting on my shoulder. I could feel her naked skin against mine, her large, firm breasts pressing into my chest. It was a wonderful feeling as I regained full consciousness. I sensed she was awake herself, but was just peacefully lying still. Once completely awake I found myself thinking of the previous evening's activities. The thoughts were causing a bit of stirring in my cock, but after some of the most robust and athletic sex we'd had in a very long time, I must admit it was a very slight stirring. Nevertheless it was a good feeling to go with vivid images of the most satisfying night of sex I could remember in years.
We had pretty much pulled out all the stops. We got out our entire collection of toys, which really aren't very many, but they had been stuck away in a drawer for so long I had to dig around and find fresh batteries for the vibrator to make it so much as hum. The whole evening had been devoted to Jessie's pleasure, not that I didn't get plenty of pleasure on the way by too! But the point had been wanton sexual pleasure for her. I used my hands, my cock, my mouth, even my teeth and especially my tongue to stimulate her almost non-stop for nearly four straight hours.
She had moaned throughout and screamed loudly as each major orgasm, each seemingly more powerful than the last, racked her body. She had thrashed around on the bed and nearly broken my neck by squeezing her thighs together around my head when I had used my oral skills to push her to the most extreme cums of the night. In between the earth shattering major orgasms, I'd kept at her so that her body quivered with almost constant mini-orgasms all evening long. I'd stopped completely only a very few times for breaks of just a few minutes each, to let her catch her breath.
During her night of excess, I'd cum three times myself. Each of those transpired when she argued strongly that she just couldn't take any more. I'd slip inside her, just holding her at first, then as she would begin to calm down, I would start slowly pumping into her. Each time as I increased speed, she would start to thrust back as she approached her own orgasm. These were actually the least intense orgasms, since the intensity of the stimulation was much milder compared to the tongue-lashings I gave her clit or especially the times I used the vibrator directly on her little love button.
When I finally did stop she was totally satiated, and completely exhausted. We'd both long sense lost track of how many times she had cum, but it was probably more than 20 extremely powerful orgasms, and as I already said, an almost constant stream of mini-orgasm in between. She was completely spent and lay there like a limp rag doll. She looked absolutely gorgeous. She had a rosy glow all over. Her nipples were still swollen; her pussy lips all pouty, even puffy looking; she was covered in a sheen of sweat and her hair was sort of plastered to her head.
I went and got a damp warm rag and wiped her face, neck and chest; I ran a brush lightly through her hair; then I pulled the covers up over her. She didn't move through any of it and was sound asleep snoring ever so softly as I walked around the bed to crawl in my side. It only took minutes before I joined her in slumber as I was pretty well spent myself.
In addition to the three times I'd let her calm down while feeling my cock motionless inside her before a nice tender fuck that had her cumming yet again, there had been several other times that I totally ignored her protests of 'too much, stop, please!" and just pinned her down and kept at her clit until the cries of "Don't! . . . Stop!" turned into "Don't stop!" and she would be humping her hips again as she raced toward yet another peak.
Now, before you get the completely erroneous impression that I'm one of those husbands who's attitude is one of ignoring his wife's feelings or protests or even forces her against her will, let me give you some background. In fact both the items that lead up to this night I've just described and the night itself are just the stage setting for the main description of a life altering true story.
After more than 10 years of marriage, our sex life had become boring not to mention rather infrequent. 'Rather infrequent' Hell, who am I kidding, it got very infrequent. We got to the point that weeks would pass between awkward love making sessions, which I found very unfulfilling, and I could tell Jessie did too.
I began to resent the fact that she had lost interest in sex, and then of course I twisted that into thinking that she'd lost interest in sex with me! I started to assume that she wasn't ever interested, since every time I tried to suggest something, or just initiated some intimacy in bed, she was clearly uninterested. It went so far that I'd be irritable and get grumpy easily, but in my infinite wisdom, whenever Jessie asked what was wrong I'd give her my pat, and surly "Nothing's wrong!" Hell, she should have known what was wrong, right?
After this had gone on WAAAAY too long, I'd finally had enough. I was to the point that I was concerned our marriage was going to suffer beyond repair if we didn't do something. So one evening right after dinner I just blurted out, "We have to talk!"
I know, I know, that's the woman's line, but what the Hell.
Now there is one more aspect of this time period I need to explain before I go on with the rest of the story.
One of the ways I had been able to deal with the situation for so long was through the use of fantasy. I'd always spent a little time surfing the net and finding soft porn. I was mostly attracted to story sites and bulletin boards that dealt with various sexual topics. After all how many gifs, jpegs and mpeg clips of tits, pussies, cocks and various sex acts can you look at without getting bored? I'm sure that varies from person to person, but in my case the saturation point is low. I find my mind does a much better job of taking me into the scene through the written word than via visual images. I also found that things far beyond what I'd ever actually consider doing in real life were extremely stimulating in the fantasy world.
After a time I discovered the realm of Female Domination and especially the sub-culture of teasing and orgasm denial, both of which held quite a bit of fascination for me. I read a lot; stories, forum postings, everything I could find. I began to fantasize that Jessie was practicing teasing and denial on me. That she was denying me orgasms for her pleasure and to make mine more intense when she did 'let' me cum. Now I wasn't delusional, just had an active imagination and this was a decent defense mechanism for the fact that I had a lousy sex life. I went so far as to tease myself by stroking my cock until I almost came, then stopping. Sometimes I'd do this several days in a row to see what it was like. But I always broke down and gave myself an orgasm every few days. It worked to the extent that it gave me a sort of Walter Mitty sex life, but it still wasn't much.
I did notice that the longer I could hold out between orgasms the more it was all I thought about, Duh! But I also started to notice that since I was pretending Jessie was the one in control that I was much nicer to her and doted on her more. I'd read about this effect that women who practice T & D have on their men and was beginning to understand it. The fact that Jessie wasn't even aware of what was going on, naturally severely diminished the impact and when after a few days of extra attention nothing changed about our sex life, which was my real expectation in the first place, I'd just give myself a good strong orgasm and the was the end of it.
I finally reached the point where I'd had all I could take and decided to confront Jess.
"What about?" she asked in response to my 'We have to talk!'
"Jessie, I think our marriage has a serious problem" I started out, thinking I was in control of the conversation and was the aggrieved party.
"No shit! You've figured that out already have you? What's it taken, a year? I'm actually surprised you've noticed. In fact I recently read an article about sex and marriage. Jack we don't just meet, we blow the Hell out of the definition of a sexless marriage!"
Frankly I was stunned, if she was aware of all this and apparently angry about it too, why was she causing it to go on.
Before I could say a word she raced on, heating to the topic, "In fact I've seriously considered leaving you, but I love you way to much for that. Since you've brought it up, however, we better do something before it really is too late!"
I was completely flabbergasted with her reaction, "If that's how you feel, how come you never want to make love?"
"ME! What about you? You don't even come to bed with me any more!"
"That's because it's too frustrating for me to lay next to you wanting you so badly and being rejected all the time!" I nearly yelled.
I won't bore you with a replay of the whole scene, but our 'conversation' nearly turned into an out and out brawl, not physical, but an extremely heated argument until it finally dawned on each of us that we were totally misreading the other. We each calmed downed a bit and finally had a rational conversation each telling the other our perceptions and feelings. We were almost laughing at the end, but not quite. It was too sad that this had happened, and we both realized, had nearly become a disaster.
We had been victims of one of the worse cases of marital miscommunication on record. At least we got it straight how much we still loved each other and that each of us was unhappy with our sex life and wanted to get it back on track. We went to bed and attempted to begin remedying the situation that very evening. I say attempted because we weren't entirely successful. We'd both accumulated a lot of baggage in the prior several months and it was going to take some time to fix it all. We even went to counselors a few times to get some help.
I'm happy to report we rather quickly did get back on track and began to enjoy sex much as we had in the early days of our marriage. And that almost brings me back to the Saturday night of sexual saturation for Jessie I've just described.
However, in spite of the fact that we were back to having an active sex life, it still seemed to me that it was pretty plain vanilla, boooring! So having made some serious progress by talking openly and honestly I expressed my feelings. Some of the sessions with our counselors had brought this out and I felt ready to bring it up. I thought.
One evening I worked up the courage to explain how I felt.
"Jessie, don't you have some fantasies you'd like to experience?" I began.
She looked a little surprised. "Well ever since Tom and Sally talked about it, I have given it thought from time to time" she replied hesitantly.
Tom and Sally were Doctor and Doctor Johnson, our counselors. A husband and wife team who worked with couples. Joint sessions plus him on him, her on her individual sessions as well. They had talked about sex as play and the role fantasy held in a healthy sexual relationship.
I swallowed hard and plunged ahead. "Well, we finally seem to have our sex life back, but it seems," I was waffling "it seems kind'a boring. You know tab A, slot B. No excitement. None of the things we used to do. Boy on top, girl on bottom. Pump, pump, cum, done!"
She blushed a little, I could tell from her body language she'd had the same thoughts, but was also reluctant to express them.
"Well, since you bring it up, I, uh, sort'a, think that too. I was afraid to say anything, because we've made so much progress, but yeah, I'd kind'a like it to be even more!" she said, finally warming to the topic.
"Come on babe, we only got it back together by talking. We need to keep talking and be honest with each other. So how 'bout this, you tell me a sexual fantasy that you have, and I'll do my best to make it come true. Then we can switch and I'll tell you one, what'd'a think?"
I think I actually held my breath in while waiting for her to respond, but much to my pleasure and a bit to my surprise she took to the idea right away.
"Uh, well, okay, yeah, lets try that" she replied stumbling over her words.
"So, what does that sexy body and sexy mind want?" I asked, trying to be as positive, rather than complaining, as I could be.
"Well, there is something that even in our early days when sex was great and uninhibited, I never experienced and always thought I'd like to try!" she said, no longer tentative and clearly becoming enthused about this idea.
I managed to keep from screaming with glee, and asked coolly, or so I thought, "What is that?"
She was back to a bit of hesitation, but only for a second or two and then went on with a strong voice and clear determination "Well, I always wanted to be made, even forced to cum over and over and over. More than I'd normally want to or even allow, but even when I said, 'enough, no more' you'd keep making me cum and cum until I was so wasted I just couldn't physically cum anymore!"
She had a big smile on her face and a flushed look about her as I stared at her with a bit of marvel. This was certainly more than I'd ever imagined about her and she didn't seem to be shying away from the notion a bit. I was frankly surprised she would articulate this, but since it was exactly the kind of thing I desperately wanted her to share, I was totally committed to making sure it came true!
"That seems a pretty normal kind of fantasy," I said as calmly as I could muster. "How 'bout I do my best to make it reality for you this Saturday?" It was Wednesday night.
She wavered for only a minute, then without the former hesitation or shyness that she had started with she replies, "Yeah, I'd really like to go for it!"
I said nothing, just pulled her to me and we kissed intensely. After a very nice bout of foreplay we made what I thought was quite passionate love!
So that's the story behind how we arrived at the night I described. We'd both been obviously tingling with excitement and anticipation that started on Wednesday and had built until dinner on Saturday. Neither of us mentioned the fantasy again, but especially during the day Saturday, we kept frequently ending up staring at each other with big grins.
We had a quiet, light dinner and each had just one glass of wine. We ate much earlier than was our norm for the weekend. When we had both finished, I stood up and reached my hand out to Jessie.
"It's time," I said softly.
I saw her shiver, but without comment she stood and took my hand.
I lead her to our bedroom and our king sized bed.
"You sure?" I asked gently.
She hesitated for only a moment, then "Yes!"
She did go on to be sure I understood that this wasn't a rape fantasy, just sensual overload.
On that note I told her she needed a safe word. She seemed to have no idea what I was talking about. I explained that I'd read about the concept and briefly explained that it would be her way to tell me it was too much, which I would instantly respect and respond to.
So there we were the morning after, snuggling closely; clearly awake by now; and saying nothing.
Finally I could take no more, "So?"
Long pause.
"Jessie, you okay" I asked tenderly.
"Yeah, it was just pretty intense!" she replied rather forcefully.
"You sorry?" I asked.
"Well, you were a little more exuberant than I expected. There were times where I thought you went a little too far!" she said, slightly agitated.
"Then why didn't you tell me?" was my somewhat troubled response.
" I did, , oh, you mean why didn't I use the safety word!" It wasn't a question.
"Right" I answered back.
After a moment she went on, "Well, I, uh, well, actually, I forgot about it. Not only didn't I remember what it was, I really forgot about it's existence. It was so intense, I just, well, I forgot!"
I didn't reply and she was silent for a while.
"Sorry?"
"Well, uh, no, no I'm not sorry"
"Do you wish we hadn't?" I asked.
After another pause, she slowly and softly continued, "No, I don't. But it was awfully intense, and you could have eased up a bit!"
She had little conviction in her voice.
"Wasn't it what you fantasized?"
"Well, yeah, mostly, but I really do think if I'd remembered the safety word I might have used it"
That she really didn't have any prior knowledge of 'safe words' was an interesting tidbit.
I repeated my question, "Are you sorry?"
"No, no Jack, it was my fantasy. I don't want to spoil it in any way, I'm just a little confused, and DAMN sore this morning!" Finally she was giggling a little and I knew the world was good!
I held her close and neither of us spoke for a while.
"Okay, how about you?"
I'm sure I stiffened a bit, and I don't mean my cock, though that may have happened too, come to think about it.
I knew what she was asking, but the tightness in my chest told me I wasn't quite ready to go there. So, I very smoothly deflected it.
"I'm fine, a little tired in the jaw perhaps, but no, not sore anywhere," I said evenly.
"Come on Jack, you know damn well that wasn't what I was asking" she said, trying herself to play a role by sounding harsh, but with mirth in her voice.
I should have known that after almost 15 years together, between both our pre and post nuptial relationships, she could read me like an open book.
I took a deep breath. "Well, I want you to tease me"
There, I'd started.
"Tease you, how?" she asked, encouraging me to go on.
"Actually, I want you to really tease me, you know, be a complete cock teaser. Make me almost cum then stop. And do it over and over until I can't stand any more, then do it some more anyway. I want you to tease me so much that you have to tie me up because I'm so horny I wouldn't let you go on if I could stop you, but since you would be totally in control and I wouldn't be able to and you just keep teasing me and driving me mad, but not letting me cum."
Once I got started it just came flooding out, I went on and on telling her how much I wanted her to tease and deny me and described in detail what my fantasy was.
Jessie was real quiet and I was afraid I'd hit on something she found repulsive or just too kinky or something.
"Why?" she asked softly.
Why indeed, did I want to be subjected to something that I knew would be so frustrating? I really didn't know, I just knew that reading about it and fantasizing what it would be like, turned me on a great deal. And I'd gotten to the point where I was so obsessed with it that I needed to experience it and see what it would be like in reality. I told her just that. I include the part about how I'd fantasized over it during our sexual drought.
Worried that this wasn't going well because of her silence, I told Jessie how I'd read about how men became very attentive to their wives during periods of orgasm denial. How they could be talked into almost anything the wife wanted.
Basically once I started I just kept pouring out everything, trying to convince Jessie I really wanted this and how there could really be a lot in it for her. The longer she was quiet the more I babbled on and on. I guess I was trying to talk her into something that I felt like she wasn't interested in doing.
Finally she spoke, "How long are you thinking that this fantasy of yours is going to last?"
I was confused for a second, but then I realized that as I'd kept talking I'd been describing an ongoing kind of tease. I wasn't at all sure I was ready for that, but decided that since I'd opened up to her so totally, I might as well continue. So I though for a second then responded, "Well, I guess that would be up to you. The point would be that you'd be in control, not me. I'd only be allowed to cum when you felt like letting me, or " I swallowed hard before continuing, "or not at all if that was what you decided."
She reached over and took hold of my rock hard cock. Describing my fantasy had turned me on greatly.
As she slowly stroked me she spoke again, "Well, I see the thought of it does excite you, but I know you Jack, you get incredibly horny and I think the reality would be much less a turn on than your fantasy is."
She had stopped stroking and was just sort of playing with my cock and fondling my balls.
"Besides, what's in it for me? Last night during my fantasy you got to cum several times. This sounds like a lot of work for me," I could tell she was kidding, but there was a little seriousness to her question also.
She has started stroking again, slow and steady, just the way she knows I love. My breathing was getting a little faster.
"Well, you'd probably want me to eat you to orgasm off and on during the night. Certainly at least once before we even started, and then whenever you felt like it, especially if you need to pause so I don't cum" I replied hopefully.
Jessie tells me she like intercourse best, because she feels it's more intimate and loving, BUT, she absolutely loves cumming on my tongue. I must admit I'm pretty damn good at it and she admits for pure sex she cums harder that way than anything else. She's gotten to the point where if it's been a while since I've done that, she'll ask for it. Something she never used to do. I was hoping that her questions meant she was actually going to be willing to try this.
She stopped talking, but kept stroking my cock slow and steady, sliding her fist over the head on each stroke and rubbing my most sensitive spot with her thumb as she did.
"Mmmm," I groaned. She was going slow enough that I had a ways to go still, but it felt damn good. I was involuntarily thrusting my hips a little. All the conversation about fantasy had really revved me up and Jessie was doing a great job of pushing me to a big orgasm.
I was getting there, but not quite to the edge yet, when she just stopped.
I groaned. Then I did something stupid because it just popped out before I could think.
"Oh Baby, don't stop now!"
As soon as the words we out I wanted them back. But it was too late.
"See, I told you the reality of teasing won't work for you. You weren't even that close and your whining. You could never take a serious teasing, I know you," she said evenly as she climbed out of bed.
"Well baby, that would be part of the excitement, not wanting you to stop, but not being able to do anything about . . ." I never got the 'it' out. She had calmly been walking to the bathroom as I spoke. The door swung shut and clicked before I finished.
I'd totally blown it. Ended before it started. I wondered the topic would ever come up again. DAMN!
All day long I kept trying to think what was the best way to broach the subject again, but kept feeling like I'd botched it so badly that I'd better give it a rest for a while.
That night in bed we hugged and kissed and I caressed her lovely body. I was fully hard and wanted to make love, so I started to play with her pussy.
After just a moment she spoke, "Baby, I'm just to worn out and tender after last night. I'm sorry, but we need to give it a rest for a day or two!"
"Okay, I guess last night was pretty rambunctious" I replied. Not wanting to do anything that would give her any regrets.
I drifted off to sleep, horny and still thinking about how to raise the subject of my fantasy again.
Monday morning at work was incredibly slow. I found myself constantly thinking about Jessie and me. I was worried that I was starting to obsess with my fantasy. Right after lunch my problem was solved, however. The boss came in frantic. We had a HUGE project that had to be finished by the end of the day on Wednesday. Within minutes we were all buried in it and I was far too busy to even give any more thought to my sexual fantasies.
I didn't leave the office until nearly seven. Got home, had a quick bite and was off to bed. I was out the door on Tuesday by 6:00, almost two hours earlier than normal. The day was just like the previous afternoon. It was almost seven when I got home, exhausted. A quick dinner and to bed. Wednesday was a replay. We finished just before 5:00, barely in time to get the package off to the client by overnight express.
The boss was so pleased with everyone he insisted on taking us all out for a celebratory drink. I really just wanted to go home, and I suspect that most of the others did too, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. We ended up having a couple of rounds and some hors d'oeuvres. It was nearly 8:00 before we got out of there. I'd called Jessie before leaving work and warned her. I called again in the car on my way home and told her I felt like going straight to bed. It had truly been a grueling two and a half days. She was very understanding and never even mentioned that she'd fixed us both dinner.
Thursday I slept later than normal and felt pretty refreshed by the time I got to the office about half an hour late. I wasn't the only one who didn't show up on time either. The boss came around to everyone and thanked and congratulated us again. Because nothing but the project had been accomplished all week so far, it was a pretty full day catching up on 'normal' work. But again, I wasn't the only one who was out the door before 5:00.
That night I was feeling rather horny since it had now been last Saturday since we'd had any sex, but, as I started to initiate some foreplay with Jessie, she spoke up. "Jack, I'm sorry, I just don't feel very well tonight."
This was something that was very rare for Jessie and since having so recently gotten our sex life back to a more normal state. I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, "Okay babe. Do you think you're getting sick or anything."
"No, I'm just tired and have a headache"
"Oh the old headache routine" I joked.
She reached over and grasped my rock hard cock and gave it a few strokes, "I'll make it up to you this weekend, I promise. Okay?"
"Okay," I moaned, "but I'm holding you to that promise"
And with that she rolled over and went to sleep.
Friday was a pretty slow day, partly because the week had been so frantic there was a bit of letdown by everyone, and partly because I couldn't stop thinking about Jessie's promise for the weekend. The week had conspired against me sex-wise and I was quite horny. I hadn't gone this long without cumming since we'd got our sex life back together.
So when it was quitting time, I was instantly out the door. I stopped on the way home to pick up a nice bottle of wine and while I was at it, just for good measure, I bought a single long stemmed red rose. It was something I did infrequently, but occasionally would for absolutely no reason. Jessie always loved it and it turned out to be the case as usual.
When I came through the door and she saw the rose she broke into a huge smile, "For me?" she asked facetiously.
But to play along, I replied, "Of course for you, beautiful!"
She came over and threw her arms around my neck and gave me a long, deep kiss.
"And that's just the beginning," she said while still beaming "I'm very horny and have plans for you tonight!"
"Good, me too!" I gleefully replied, thinking that things were working out very nicely indeed.
I was eager to head to bed, but had the good sense to be cool. We had a glass of wine and since the week had been so wild, caught up on each other's happenings. When it was time to fix dinner I volunteered to make the salad. I share in the cooking usually, but hate making salad. However, Jessie gets really tired of being the one to do it all the time too, so this was a bit of a treat for her.
"Somebody is trying awfully hard to impress!" she said with a laugh.
"With a sexpot like you around, who wouldn't" I said, feeling like a regular silver-tongued devil after my second glass of wine. If she thought it was incredibly corny, she was kind enough not to say so.
Playing it to the hilt, I poured us each a final glass of wine and told her to go in the living room and put on some music. I said I'd be there in a few minutes after I cleaned up the kitchen.
"Wow, you must have it bad" she chuckled, shaking her head softly, but did as I suggested without hesitation.
I normally am pretty fast at cleaning up the kitchen, but that night I set a world record I'm sure. It wasn't long before I had joined her on the sofa. She'd picked out a Kenny G album that we both love. We sat there without speaking just snuggled up listening to the music and enjoying the last of the wine.
Finally the CD ended, and the wine was gone and Jessie spoke first, "Ready to head to bed?"
"Sure, can't wait!" I said, probably too readily, but after all I at least had waited until she suggested it.
We went into the bathroom, that has double vanities, so in a few minutes I'd splashed water on my face and brushed my teeth and was ready to head to bed. As I started out of the room Jessie called over her shoulder, "Close the door, will ya. I need a couple of minutes of privacy. I'll be right there."
It was a bit unusual, but I wasn't about to complain at that point.
I turned out all the lights in the bedroom and lit a couple of candles; something we often do on weekend nights to help set the mood when we know lovemaking is coming. I just lay back and smiled, it had been a lovely evening so far and it was obviously just going to get better and better!
It seemed like forever, but was probably only about five minutes before Jessie finally came out of the bathroom and headed to bed. I nearly fainted. She looked fucking fantastic (no pun intended). She was wearing a set of lingerie the likes of which I had never seen her in. Nothing even close. She looked so damn sexy I actually thought I might just cum spontaneously! As she came closer, her 'special occasion' perfume scent hit my olfactory nerves. Another noticeable throb in my cock occurred.
The outfit was extremely sexy. It covered quite a bit, but the curves and sensuality glared at the same time. Her very erect nipples made fine points in the flimsy material. Her flat tummy was on clear display and the bottoms displayed her cunt lips plainly. The candlelight made the effect all the more erotic!
"My God, you look totally gorgeous!" I blurted out.
"Oh, I hoped I looked sexy" she said in a teasy kind of way.
"You are so far beyond just 'sexy' that I don't know the word to describe it!" I replied, meaning every word.
"Hmm, not a bad reply" she said with a giggle.
With no further ado she turned back the covers and lay down. She clearly was looking at my rock hard cock and after a few seconds, wrapped her hand around it and started to stroke it slowly. She continued for only a moment or two, but it was enough to get me racing.
She rolled toward me, pressed her silkily clad bod against my naked one and started to kiss me so passionately that I could barely breath! We stayed at serious necking for quite a while, which got me hot as Hell, and I could tell by her reactions it did the same for Jessie.
Finally we broke off our lip lock and I was able to slip my hand under her top. I love to caress her 36D breasts. I played with them for some time, tweaking her nipples in the way that I know she loves.
Finally she spoke, " remove my bottom and lick my cunt until I cum!" This wasn't the historical norm for Jessie's language, but it was more common recently since we'd met with Tom and Sally. She was much more direct about what she wanted than she'd ever been, even before things went bad.
I didn't hesitate to comply.
"And Jack, I'm going to suck your cock while you eat me, but you don't get to cum until you make me cum! If you do a REAL good job, I MIGHT let you cum in my mouth!"
I was already at her love box and started to do my very best. The very idea that she might suck me to climax in her mouth had me incredibly turned on. It is something she had rarely done, and I knew she didn't really like it. But the fact that she even mentioned it confirmed how wound up she was too!
Over the years I've learned pretty well how to push Jessie's buttons, and that particular night I did my very best. She was squirming and moaning in no time at all. All the while she was giving me the best blowjob I could remember for a very long time, if not forever.
I was so excited I was afraid I'd explode before I pushed her over the edge, but she would slow down or ease up as necessary to keep me from cumming as I attacked her love zone.
I was in ecstasy, and she was starting to flood my face with her juices, a sure sign she was very close.
"OH YES BABY," she yelled as she let my cock slip from her mouth. She threw herself back on the bed and screamed "FUCK!" very loudly as she came very hard.
I gently licked her pussy, without touching her clit, as I know after cumming that hard it is so sensitive that it's actually painful to have me stimulate it.
After a couple of minutes she was back among the living and took my cock back in her mouth and started to suck me in earnest.
I laid back and savored the feelings. I was hoping she really would make me cum in her mouth, something she hadn't done in a long time. I was getting close, very close and I couldn't help pumping my hips into her mouth. She didn't seem to mind and sucked and bobbed even more. Shit, I was almost there. I couldn't believe she was going to let me cum in her mouth but I was so close that obviously she was and then! She STOPPED.
"Shit, I was so close, God Jessie I wanted you to finish!" I exclaimed before I even thought.
"I know baby, but we need to talk"
Those four words again, but this time from her. I couldn't imagine about what however.
I didn't want to blow this, so to speak, since the evening had been so damn perfect so far. Except of course for the terminated blowjob.
I didn't say anything, just sort of flopped on my back.
Jessie didn't hesitate, "Jack, I've been thinking about what you said regarding your fantasy."
My heart started to pound. I'd pretty much decided to let it go. I didn't think that Jessie was at all comfortable with it and I for sure had decided to not bring it up again this weekend, if ever.
"And?" was all I could think of.
"Do you still want it?" she asked softly.
A long time, or so it seemed to me, transpired before I came up with a response, which admittedly was rather lame, "Why?"
"Come on Jack, that's a bullshit answer" she said a little testily.
"Well, I got the impression that it wasn't something that worked at all for you, that's why I asked" I said honestly, but somewhat defensively.
"Oh, well, that probably was my initial reaction, but we said we were going to keep working at our sex life and, well, I've been thinking about it and if that's really your fantasy, I should try to give it to you just like you did for me" she said in a much more friendly tone.
I paused a long time, and she just waited.
"Yeah, I guess it is. I've fantasized about it for a long time and I honestly think I'd like to see what it's like."
"I still think you aren't going to like when fantasy and reality clash, but if your are really, really sure, then I'm going to give you your fantasy this weekend. So, is that what you want?"
I paused an even longer time before answering this question.
"Yes, I want to find out what it's really like" I said, sure that I meant it, but scared as Hell that Jessie was right about not liking the reality of my fantasy.
She didn't say another word.
She had moved so we were face to face for our conversation. She gave me a quick kiss and then moved down so she was kneeling between my legs. I was lying on my back, and between our conversation and the blowjob she'd been giving me, I was as hard as I ever get. She looked so damn sexy in that lingerie top that I could barely stand it. She started to suck my cock again. And this time she didn't tease or go slow, I was racing to orgasm. I figured she was going to give me an earth shattering cum in preparation for the 'event'. Just as I was about to explode, she stopped again.
I groaned loudly.
"Okay, you told me how you wanted this to be on an occasion where you hadn't cum for a while and were really horny when we started. So, we are starting right now. Here are the rules. You do everything I tell you. Exactly as I tell you. If you don't it's over and we will NEVER come back to this fantasy of yours. I heard clearly what you want, and I'll give it to you, thought I'm quite sure you'll regret it. Once we start, I'm in total control, you don't have a say anymore. So, is that what you want and do you agree?" she was obviously very serious from her demeanor.
Again I paused a long time. I knew that if I ever wanted to experience my long time fantasy, this was my only chance. If I said 'no' now, I'd never have another opportunity. But Jessie's words about regretting reality vs. fantasy were at the forefront of my mind. Finally I took the leap!
"Yes, that's what I want, and I agree to your rules" I said and then let out a huge breath.
She looked at me with a smile I'd never seen in our whole lives and then took my cock in her hand and stroked it a few times.
"Okay then, it's settled. Now roll over and go to sleep, tomorrow is going to be a long day for you!"
That was the last thing I had expected! I opened my mouth to speak, but caught myself just in time. It was quite some time before sleep relieved me of my thoughts. I'm sure you can garner what they were!
The next morning I was awake early. Anticipation I'm sure. I just lay there thinking for a long while. The thoughts racing through my mind were as you would expect. Did I REALLY want to go through with this? I was extraordinarily horny already and knowing Jessie, she'd put her best effort into this adventure, regardless of how she felt about it. It's just the way she is. Once she takes on something, she gives it her all, no mater what.
Well, the die was cast anyway, I'd agreed to her terms the night before and I too, had my principles. I never broke my word if I could possibly avoid it. As I was trying to imagine what the days, and especially the night, were going to be like, I became aware of Jessie waking.
"Morning sunshine" she said.
I rolled over and gave her a gentle kiss, "Good morning yourself" I replied.
"Go put on the coffee and then come back while it's brewing. I want to ask you something and then I want you to do something for me" she directed. It definitely wasn't a request.
My pulse quickened and my cock swelled slightly at the way she was acting. We were obviously into my fantasy already and her prediction of a long day seemed inevitable.
When I returned she patted my side of the bed, indicating I should lie back down. She was on her side with her head held up by her hand, looking at me rather intently.
"When you were acting out this fantasy you'd play with yourself until you almost came, then stop, right?" she asked.
"Uh, well, yeah . . ." I replied. I thought about asking why she wanted to know, but thought it was probably better not to. I wasn't particularly comfortable with this conversation. I think that well every man on the planet masturbates from time to time, that very few want to talk about it. I certainly am not one who does, but evidently didn't have a choice at the moment.
Because I'd told Jessie a great deal about my fantasy the prior Sunday when I thought she was opposed to it, in an attempt to persuade her to try it, I was now pretty sure some, if not most of what I'd told her was about to come back to haunt me. I now saw that any notion I had that she wasn't paying strict attention was well off the mark
"Okay, do it now. I want to watch you," she said stunning me.
"What!" I responded, rather stunned. It was more of an instinctive answer than a conscious thought.
"I want to watch you," she repeated.
"I'm not really comfortable with that, to tell the truth" I stuttered.
"Jack, look! I told you the rules last night. You agreed to them. Have you changed your mind about going through with this?" she asked very seriously.
I didn't really hesitate. I had already come too far to let this opportunity pass, since if I did it would be forever and I'd always wonder, what if? "No, I didn't change my mind. You just caught me off guard is all."
"Okay, I understand, but that's your last chance. If you want out of this say so now, otherwise from now on you do exactly as I say, when I say, or I stop and this will be over for good!" which was exactly what I'd already realized.
Then more gently she went on, "You know I won't do anything to hurt you or humiliate you. You made it clear that's not part of your fantasy. When we go out no one but us will have any idea what's going on. But I've never seen any man masturbate and I think most women think it would be sexy to watch. I've always wanted to. Here, I'll get you started."
And with that she took hold of my cock and started to slowly stroke it. It was semi-hard when she started. It took just seconds to become fully hard. The combination of not having cum for nearly a week, the teasing she'd already done, and the incredibly erotic nature of the whole current situation, had me so turned on I couldn't believe it!
Once I was completely hard, Jessie stroked me for about another minute then said, "Okay, time for you to take over!"
Somewhat to my amazement, I didn't hesitate; I just started to stroke myself as if she wasn't even there. I did close my eyes to try and mentally remove her from the picture. I was only moderately successful at that.
After what seemed like about two or three minutes, as I was starting to feel the churn in my balls, Jesse spoke, "Tell me what you're feeling and what you are doing as you build up."
Again, much to my surprise I just did as she said.
"I'm just stroking steady as I start to feel my orgasm coming."
I stopped talking and kept stroking.
It wasn't long before Jessie spoke again, "Come on, tell me more!"
I had never really thought about 'how' I beat off, or what I was thinking during it, I just did it.
"Well, as I get closer, I go faster" again I wasn't very forthcoming.
"Come on Jack, think about what your doing and feeling and tell me!' she said with a bit of irritation now.
So I started to concentrate and think and talk.
"Well, I make sure that on each stroke I slide my hand over the ridge at the base of my cock head and I'm sure to rub my finger over the most sensitive spot I have right were the cleft in my head joins the shaft" I continued.
I was starting to get very close, and I realized that I was stroking fast still. I told Jess that.
"I'm getting really close now, I'm going to have to slow down soon to keep from cumming." I really had done this a lot of times and knew exactly how to push myself to the very, very edge. For reasons I cannot explain, I was suddenly caught up in doing so and explaining it to Jessie as best I possibly could.
"Oooh, close now, very close" I explained as I started to stroke slower and slower.
My voice was getting a little ragged, "Mmmm, I have to stop for a sec. . . now I can stroke again a few times . . . oh God, so close . . . stop, wait . . . stroke a few more."
It was truly incredible, describing it to Jessie was all the more erotic and teasing!
"I , . . . th think . . . thi this is ss, uh IT!"
"Are you sure?" she asked quite seriously, "wait just a few more seconds and try a few more strokes"
I stroked about three more times, very slowly. My cock twitched, and spasmed and I felt my balls contract and then one large drop of cum oozed out my pee hole!
"Oh shit! that's as close . . . as close I can get . . . without cumming!" I gasped. And it was definitely as close as I'd ever pushed myself and still not cum.
Very softly Jessie asked me, "What happens if you touch it now?"
"I'm very sensitive, it's pretty intense" suddenly I wasn't thinking, just responding.
"Where is the most sensitive spot?" she inquired
"Right here" I told her, pointing to the cleft in my cock head, "it's always the most sensitive as you probably know, but right after cumming or almost cumming, it is extremely so!"
What the Hell was I saying. I KNEW she was going to use this information to torture me, but I didn't seem to be able to stop spewing.
"Right here?" she asked as she rubbed the exact spot with the tip of her right index finger.
I groaned, "Mmm humm"
"Any where else ultra sensitive?" she went on.
"Mmm, uh, er" I was rather inarticulate, as she continued to very softly and gently rub that most extraordinarily sensitive spot.
"Uh, th, these two places" I finally managed, "here, and here. I had pointed to the two spots on either side of the corona, right under the ridge.
"If I keep this up will you cum?" she giggled.
"N, n, no . . . not for a l, long time at least if, uh if, ya ya you keep da, da oing ing it tha that li lightly!" I finally managed to get out.
At last she stopped. I was shaking.
"Hmmm, that was rather educational" she laughed.
Oh FUCK, what had I just done! I'd given her all the tools she needed to drive me completely insane. I was already feeling like I almost was and we hadn't even 'really' started yet. Oh my God! How was I going to stand what I'd asked for!
"Would you go pour us each coffee and meet me in the family room?" she asked. It was phrased as a question, but not asked that way. And Jessie ALWAYS said please when she asked me to do something for her, even something minor, which was conspicuously missing from her 'question' this time.
"Sure" I replied, starting to get my mental balance back. Jessie takes cream and sugar in her coffee, so she normally does it herself. It's somewhat of a pain for a guy who thinks if you can't pour it straight from the pot to the cup and drink it, it isn't worth drinking in the first place.
Normally I would have grabbed my sweats and pulled them on, but something told me that going as I was (buck naked) was the best choice. After a moment's hesitation I headed to the kitchen as I was. As if reading my mind, Jessie called after me "Good choice!"
I took both our cups to the family room, the place we always spent our weekend mornings drinking coffee and reading the paper unless we had something really pressing to do. I glanced around hoping Jess had snagged the paper. No such luck. She was quickly getting into her role I realized. She just looked at me without saying a word, but with an obvious question on her face.
I resigned myself and headed to the front door. I didn't know what I'd do if the paper wasn't right up against it. I tip the paperboy an extra five bucks a month to bring it right to the porch because of our lousy weather, but he doesn't ALWAYS do it. If he had, I was fine, our front door is well sheltered and unless someone was standing on the front porch I was safe. But if it was one of those occasions when he didn't it would be out in the middle of the driveway and there was no way I was walking out there nude!
Fortunately for me, it was leaning up against the door and when I opened it, the paper nearly fell in the house. I'm sure my relief was palpable!
I delivered the paper to Jessie, she likes to have it organized just so. I felt extremely awkward just sitting there with nothing on and her in her terrycloth bathrobe, but it was clear that was what she had in mind. I was already at a point where I wasn't going to rock the boat over anything that minor!
After a few minutes she handed me the sports page, my normal first section, and other than her being clothed and me being naked, it was a normal Saturday morn.
Soon I was ready for a second cup, and (this was pretty normal) I asked if she wanted a warm-up. She has a habit, which I've expressed my annoyance at many times and to her credit, she almost never does anymore, which is to say yes then take a final drink from what's left before handing me the cup. This particular morning, she took an inordinately long draw from what was left, while making eye contact and smiling as much as you can while drinking coffee from a cup. It was a clear message. On the way to the kitchen I was mentally shaking my brain, if you know what I meanNevertheless, when I normally top up her cup, I splash in some more coffee, some more cream and add a dash of sugar. This time I rinsed the cup, started with fresh coffee and added just the right amount of cream and sugar before stirring fully! I realized I was conforming too! I was extending as far as possible to do little things to make her happy!
After a few cups each and getting through the paper Jessie broke the tranquility, "I want to go do some shopping, but first lets go back to the bedroom, there is something I want to try".
I, like most husbands, HATE 'shopping' and 'want to try' sounded bad, but I said nothing and followed her without question.
"Lay down on the bed", she instructed.
I laid down.
She gently spread my legs and crawled up onto the bed in between them without another word. Then maintaining constant eye-to-eye contact, at least as much as possible, she pealed off her robe, leaving her completely naked except for a sexy pair of bikini panties that I'd never seen before. It left her exposed from the waist up, flaunting her incredibly sexy tits.
This is probably the place to describe Jessie further. I mentioned her breasts near the very beginning of this story. They are perfect. No other word for it, perfect. Very, very firm, no sag whatsoever. Large, but not too large, and sensitive nipples. I flat love them. I've told her (not until long after we were married and could share things like this in safety) that it was what first attracted me to her.
Understand it is my favorite body part on a woman. Think what you will of me, it doesn't matter. The first thing I notice about a woman are her breasts. The second thing I notice are her breasts, the third thing I notice are her, well you get the point.
Before you castigate me, please know that a woman's (just as a man's,) most important feature (not to mention most important sex organ,) is the mind, but from a purely physical point of view, I love breasts. I love to look at them, touch them, feel them, PLAY with them, especially suck on them. Hell, who knows, maybe my mother did or did not breast-feed me, I don't actually know. Anyway, by now you know how I feel.
Now to go on, I'm the luckiest man on the planet. She is gorgeous. Great body, in total, not just the tits. Funny, fun, vivacious, sensual, sexy, loving, on and on and on. I consider myself an 'average Joe' (damn I wish that TV show hadn't ruined that expression), but I know most men who meet us envy me. She is a definite head-turner So, you see, I think she is as sexy as it gets and I adore her!
Let me take a minute to go back to her mind. As the rest of this story will bear out, it lacks not! She is very, very smart. And also nearly obsessive about doing whatever she takes on perfectly. Given the way this adventure had started, that had me quite worried. It would turn out to be a well-founded concern.
She looked me in the eyes again, with what could only be described as a wicked grin as she gently played with my cock. Played is the exact right word. She wasn't really stroking it, just, well, just playing with it. Touching it, feeling it, twisting it (not painfully at all, just, well, playing with it).
I was almost instantly completely hard. As soon as I was she did start to stroke. It took me a little while to realize it, but she was stroking me exactly as she observed me stroke myself. The only difference was that her hand was coming from the opposite side. Which actually made the stimulation more intense, or maybe it was just the state I was in by then, it's hard even now looking back to be sure.
In any case as I was getting closer and closer she spoke, "I bet you'd love for me to make you cum and give you a chance to recover before we start the serious part of your fantasy this evening, wouldn't you? I know you must be pretty horny already and the build up must be significant, huh?"
"Oh God baby, I think that would be best, yes! I'm sure my fantasy would work better that way!" I implored, thinking that she really understood my state and how, while I'd said I wanted to be crazed before the 'real' tease started that I'd be much happier with the suggestion she'd made.
"Well, let's see what happens" was her response.
She kept stroking and I was getting really close. Just at the point where I had slowed down to keep from cumming during my 'demonstration', she slowed down. My eyes, which had been shut, flew open. I saw Jessie staring intently at my cock. She would speed back up for a few seconds, then slow down again. Exactly mimicking what I'd demonstrated about 45 minutes earlier.
She continued just as I'd shown her, speed up, slow down about three or four times, then when even the slow stroking would have made me cum she'd stop completely for a few seconds, then a few more stokes. Finally I reached that point when any more stroking at all and I'd cum, she gave me three more strokes and released me. My balls tightened, my cock spasmed and twitched and an orgasm started and stopped in the same instant. Usually, and this time was no exception, a little dollop of cum oozes out the tip of my cock.
After about 15 seconds Jessie took her index finger and using the cum as a lubricant, rubbed it all around my cock head, spending most of the time concentrating on those very sensitive spots I'd shown her. It kept me right on the verge of cumming, but with no chance of going over the edge. It seemed like about 30 minutes, but she actually kept it up for about two.
I'd been moaning and groaning since the first time she slowed down. I had been doing it more so and louder as she continued. While she was rubbing my cock head with her fingertip I was babbling, "Oh baby, baby . . . oh God baby!"
"Wow!" she exclaimed when she had finally stopped all together.
"NO!" I exclaimed at the same time.
"Baby, I thought you were going to make me cum and give me some relief before we started my fantasy this evening! Why did you stop?" I more begged than asked.
She had a big grin on her pretty face when she replied, ignoring my question for the moment, "I bet you wonder how I could so exactly tell when you were about to cum, don't you?"
"Well, yeah actually, I do" I said as my breathing started to return to normal, the ache in my groin started to subside slightly, and my cock began to soften somewhat from it's rock hard state.
"When I watched you do it to yourself, I learned something I bet you don't even know. Every time just before you would slow down or stop, your cock does the same thing. The skin of the head gets darker and the texture changes just a bit. It gets kind of bumpy rather than the normal smooth. And just before you had to stop completely, it also swells in a certain way that says you're about to cum!" Jessie said with a big smile and a kind of excitement in her voice I don't hear very often.
"Oh SHIT!" I thought. If she could tell all that from just one time watching me, AND reproduce it herself so exactingly on the first try, I was totally fucked! I'd given her everything she needed to drive me insane! I knew what a fast study Jessie was anytime she puts her mind to something, and somehow I just knew this was going to be one of those times. I could only imagine how much more proficient at frustrating the Hell out of me she could become by the end of the evening!
"But you said you were going to let me cum before we started tonight!" I implored.
"Don't whine" funny how one perspective about imploring is another's whine, "besides I said I bet you'd love me to, not that I was going to! Don't you remember telling me how verbal teasing was part of your fantasy, besides, you are really horny and have not cum for a while just like you said, and I want to be sure your fantasy is completely fulfilled, just like you did for me." She had a big shit-eating grin on her face.
"Anyway, I wasn't sure after only watching you that once, that I'd be able to push you really close to cumming but still stop short, so I decided to try it now. I figured worst case was you'd cum and I'd learn more and we'd still have this evening. But it worked just perfect and now I'm sure I can do that consistently!" she added.
I was sure too, and beginning to realize I might have got myself into something FAR more than I bargained for. After her next comment I removed the word 'might' from the equation.
"And one more thing Jack, you've been very sweet so far this morning. I'd suggest you be sure to continue to dote on me all day if you want to get to cum at the end of the evening" she said through a little laugh.
I know my jaw dropped open. I clearly remembered telling her that I wanted her to be in charge of not only when, but IF I came. However that now sounded like a very bad idea! Again I started to say something, but caught myself just in time.
"Jack," Jessie said, as if she had heard my unspoken words, "your fantasy was giving up control, and you did that last night when you agreed to my rules. So, I will be deciding if you get to cum tonight or not. And like I said, the nicer you treat me all day, the better your chance tonight!"
It dawned on me that of course Jessie would have done research, that's her way. She'd probably even found many of the websites I visit. She is way better with computers than I am. I'd tried to cover my tracks but probably didn't do so well enough to fool her once she started looking. Oh God what had I got myself into!
"In fact, I'm going to give you a chance right now to do something real nice for me!" she said with an unfamiliar smile. "This is making me quite horny, far more than I expected. Jack, make me cum with your tongue!" she commanded, there is no other way to describe it.
I took to my assignment with delight, but given the state I was already in, it was definitely adding to my frustration. My cock was rock hard throughout, and Jessie's juices all over my face were just more fuel for the fire I was feeling in my loins.
I could tell Jessie was undeniably quite horny. She was very wet when I started and she quickly approached orgasm. It had only been a couple of minutes before she was cumming and crying out with pleasure. It normally takes her far longer than that.
She laid back and with her eyes closed, was quiet for a couple of minutes before she spoke again, "Mmm, that was nice indeed, you earned at least a couple of brownie points for that."
That sounded good to me, I was already dying to cum, or so I thought at the time.
She finally sat up
"I'm going to get dressed to go shopping, would you please go clean up the kitchen then get ready yourself?" she asked, not really asking.
Naturally I simply said, "Sure honey, glad to" with a smile. Knowing exactly what she was up to.
I hurried straight to the kitchen. Jessie doesn't usually take very long to get ready and I certainly didn't want to keep her waiting.
I was amazed at how much I wanted to please her, not just to get to cum later, but for the sake of making her happy. This was exactly what I'd read about, and much different than when I was pretending she was being a tease!
I got the kitchen done in a flash and hurried into the bedroom to get dressed. When I got there and saw how Jessie was dressed I knew it was going to be a long day. I've already told you how gorgeous she is, and believe me it isn't just my opinion, but what I didn't mention was that she has legs a mile long that end in a perfect heart shaped ass. This particular day she was wearing a pair of jeans that looked like they had to be spray painted on. The seat has the kind of seam that fits right up in the crack of her ass and you could put two or three fingers between the tops of her thighs right over her pussy. You know the look.
It didn't matter that I was so horny, it would have happened normally, my cock actually started to get hard. Add the fact that she was wearing a pair of spiky 'fuck me' heels and I knew she was going to get a lot of looks today. When she turned around and I saw how low and tight her tee shirt was I thought I might cum right there! She didn't look trashy, just unbelievably sexy.
"Will I don't have to ask if you like my outfit I see" she laughed.
I looked down to realize that my cock was sticking straight out!
