"Feeling A Little Better Now, Honey?”, Annie Asked Her Husband, Her Soft Hand Soothingly Stroking Along

Let’s hope she’ll go through with it for the guy

Break Him Carefully

Halfway there!  A month and a half ago, my amazing 36 year old sexy husband agreed to three months of constant tease and denial, without sexual release (Orgasm).  Since then, almost every night, 7 nights a week (and sometimes in the morning, too!), we cuddle snuggle and fondle each other - he makes me cum by going down on me as much as I want, then I slowly and meticulously “edge” him, over and over again, to my heart’s content..  Sometimes we’re quick – half an hour and off to sleep. Sometimes we linger – time flies when you’re having fun. {Grin} But the key is that we make time to do it every night, with only a few (very few!) missed nights.  I’ve never slept better in my life…  

After 5 years of carefully easing my stud into our female led marriage, I find that we BOTH sleep best now…, if I hold his healthy virile erection in my gentle hand, as we lovingly fall asleep together (hugging)… His Pulsing, Fully Erect Manhood has become a sort of security blanket for me… As I fall asleep and wake up each morning Now - With his strong (rock hard) cock in my hand…

I adore my precious healthy man…  He’s trusting his most intimate, primal, involuntary sexual reflex to my personal care and governance – knowing, full well, that I intended to break him…  I promised to ultimately reduce him to a sweaty, leaky, quivering, begging “mess of a man”…  I warned him that I planned to make it difficult – that I was going to truly challenge him over the weeks, just to see how much he could handle – to prove, once and for all, that his virile muscular (athletic body) could physically endure so much more -  than his mind ever imagined…

When we started eight weeks ago, we had an honest, open conversation about what was about to happen – what we were about to do.  We discussed our limits and set a safe word.  We agreed that if it ever stopped being fun, for either of us, we would stop.  During that conversation, he honestly admitted his doubt about two things:

First, he doubted we would make it this far.  He doubted my will and commitment to denying him.  His words, “There will be a night when things get so hot, you won’t be able to resist causing me to Cum inside of you…  I know you.  You won’t make it three months having intercourse with me, but it’s fun to try.”  My reply, “Challenge accepted!”  And so far, so good.  Sooo fucking good!  To my husband’s total amazement and slight alarm, I haven’t even ruined him…  Yet…

Second, he doubted I could truly break him.  Break his mind, that is (not his body!  I adore and need that!).  When I promised to send him into the deepest, darkest, most desperate, mind-scrambling frenzy of lust he’s ever experienced, he honestly doubted that such a mindspace existed.  He knows how it feels to be relentlessly edged - balls deep - teased and denied by my sublime femininity for days at a time.  He knows the beautiful frustration of being milked and ruined, over and over again through the years.  He’s begged – literally begged – for climax and orgasm before, and heard me say “NO!”  He’s been there…  He survived those things without ever truly losing his mind, and he figured this would “just” be more of the same…  Three months of intense fun, but nothing truly new.

And… to be honest… I wondered if he might be right.  His doubt motivated me greatly to find out.  It made me “edge” him even harder…  It made me stop and let go, every time my feminine instinct screamed at me “He’s a man!!  Have Mercy!  Let him Cum!!”  It’s why I insist on playtime every night, no matter what’s happening in our daily lives or how tired I feel.  I wanted to know… to genuinely know… could I break him?  Is it even possible?

Well…

Last night, I’m proud to say, I finally… carefully… definitely broke him!

After eight weeks of daily edging, teasing and denying him a cherished climax, we started off the evening “routinely” enough. We played and cuddled to warm up, then I tied his wrists to the headboard of our bed.  He was wonderfully hypersensitive and his magnificent joystick was leaking and crying endless tears of joy (I was quite wet and aroused obviously), so I shrewdly decided to mount him very slowly and carefully - avoiding any sudden motion that might resemble a thrust. We kissed slowly and passionately as I took my sweet time, just thoroughly enjoying the sensations of him throbbing and pulsating balls deep inside me…  Eventually I got my favorite toy and delicately vibed myself to a glorious climax - fully impaled on his glorious captive “denied” rock hard joystick…  A perfect start… By the look in his eyes, I realized  just how much  he loved feeling me Climax and Cum - All over his powerful incarcerated Cock…

After a brief restorative rest break I slowly dismounted my stud and retired to languish at his side in a blissfully relaxed haze, alternately vibing, tickling, and stroking and teasing his raging cock through a string of easy edges… Easy for me, that is… My head resting on his chest, my long soft hair spilling over his body, my leg hooked with his… It was so serene, I almost fell asleep.

I didn’t even notice the time.  I didn’t even notice when an hour slipped by.  And then two hours.  I was in a warm, post-orgasmic serene trance… perfectly comfortable… watching his beautiful, magnificent manhood straining so sweetly and desperately in my tender nurturing hands… lost in my own little world of loving.. him… It was just so easy…  And, as nonsensical and silly as it sounds, I cherished and adored him for it.  I loved that he found me so beautiful, so irresistible, so sensual and intoxicating that he couldn’t stop himself from submitting…. It made me feel like the most amazing woman in the world.

So I almost didn’t notice when his grunts faded, and the quivers started.  He startled me with a raspy, crackling whisper, “Baby, Please… Pleeease!…”

It was the most earnest plea I’d ever heard from him in my life.  Something in his tone, beyond the words alone… a moment purely between us, when all facades crumbled.  He was breaking…  Finally breaking…  This is how it starts…

I immediately perked up.  I needed to see his face, to confirm it for myself.  Yup… He was gone.  His eyes were open, but there was no mind behind them.  His lips were moving, but only a few airy words slipped out.  A lot of “please” and “fuck” and sometimes my name, over and over again.  My heart swelled with pure happiness for him.  I didn’t say a word – I didn’t want to interrupt his journey. He was in a deep blissful trance. I just kept lightly gliding my silky soft fingers along his dancing - 8 inch Cock of Utter Perfection… Carefully, Invisibly guiding him through space… Knowing that He “Needed” Me… That he could   NEVER   do this to himself...  

Weeks of hard work (for the both of us!) was finally paying off…

There was No Way I was going to let this exquisite moment END any time soon.  I completely forgot how sleepy I was, or how late it was.  I Kept Going… Carefully… Lightly… Nurturing… soft touches ONLY – because just one firm, hard grip or stroke - probably would have ended it…  At one point, when he was sweating, quivering, and babbling, I offered him a chance…  I whispered quietly, “Remember, we have a safe word.”  That’s the only time I “broke character.”  I’m sure his subconscious heard me; I’m sure he understood - But he didn’t say anything, though…  He just kept quietly whimpering and begging in a trance,  “Please… Please…”

He wanted to STAY.  So I made him STAY ! ! !

He wanted to be Broken…  So I Broke Him ! ! !

He said it was the BEST night of his life.  And I believe it!  

Nevertheless, We have another eight weeks to go…

Man O Man - Am I Going To Enjoy Myself - The Next Eight Yummy Weeks ! ! !

The Reluctant Cuckold

What am I doing? You know what I’m doing, baby. I’m getting ready for my date.

I know that most married women don’t date, but I’m not like most married women.

You know I’m not, baby. You know I need more than most women, married or not. You know that you’re not quite up to providing me with what I need. You’ve always known that.

What’s changed? I’ve changed. I need more than you can offer me, so I’m going to cuckold you.

I know it’s a scary word, but it doesn’t have to be. It can be a good word. It can be something for you to be proud of. It can be something that arouses you in ways you never imagined possible.

How? Honey, I think we both know that you’re a little naughtier than you like to admit. It’s cute that you’re trying to get all upset about this, but I think we both know you’d be lying if you tried to claim that you’re not at least a little bit aroused at the idea of me going on a date with another man tonight.

Really? It doesn’t arouse you at all? Not even a little bit?

So you’re saying the idea of another man flirting with me at a bar doesn’t turn you on a little? No?

What if he did a little more than flirt with me? What if he ran his fingers over my knee and up my thigh? What if I spread my legs just a little bit for him and allowed him between them? What if I moaned as he rubbed my pussy through my panties?

No? That still doesn’t do it for you?

What if I let him kiss me? What if I let his tongue into my mouth? What if I was a naughty girl and I sucked on his tongue? What if I moaned for him as he kissed me?

No? Still nothing?

What if I left the bar with him and we went to his car? What if I kissed him again? What if I let him slip his hand into my dress to play with my tits? Would that turn you on?

You can deny it all you want, honey, but your cock is telling the truth. Do you think I can’t see that? Did you think you were hiding it from me somehow?

You’re so cute, you know that? Did you really think you could hide your naughty desires from me? I know you, honey. I know that you’re a cuckold at heart. I know that you’re excited about me seeing another man tonight.

You can say it. I promise, you’ll feel better if you do. No, you still don’t want to admit it?

Well, I know you love my breasts, baby. Do you think he’s going to love them too? Do you think he’s going to love sucking on your wife’s breasts and playing with my nipples?

Can you hear me moaning for him? Can you hear those lusty moans I’m making as he plays with my perky tits?

What about my pussy? I’m already wet, and I’m only going to get more excited when I’m with my date. I’m going to get so wet when he kisses me and plays with my tits. I’m going to get so wet when he fingers me.

What’s the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?

Or have you just given up on pretending? You don’t need to pretend with me, baby. You can admit your desire to be a cuckold. You can admit that you’re thinking about me being a naughty wife with another man.

You can admit that you’re thinking about his cock inside me. You are, aren’t you?

I know I am. Does that turn you on?

It does, I can see it. It turns you on that I’m thinking about another man’s cock inside me. I’m thinking about sucking his big cock, baby. I’m thinking about sucking his big cock and it’s making my pussy all wet.

I’m thinking about fucking him, too. I’m going to, baby. I’m going to fuck him tonight.

I can see your cock growing. You can take it out, you know. You can stroke while you think about him fucking me.

This is happening, honey, and we both know you’re into it. There’s no point in denying it. You want me to cuckold you. Your cock is as stiff as I’ve ever seen it.

Wait for me to leave, then put on your cage and think about his bigger cock sliding deep and thrusting me to multiple orgasms.

If you want, you can wait up for me. I’ll let you lick my pussy. Would you like that? Would you like to lick your wife’s pussy after another man’s given her a good pounding? I’ll bet you would. I’ll see you later, honey!

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