Half-Nekkid Wet Spot

This past week was Spring Break; older son was off school, but worked every day, younger son was at his mothers for the week and ♀ was still off work following her toe surgery.

I don’t remember the reason why, but we didn’t have sex on Monday. When I came to bed Tuesday morning I was really horny, but ♀ was still sound asleep. I held her close and pressed my hard cock up against her ass, but she was having none of it. Eventually she stirred and I asked her if I could nurse. Sometimes she lets me suckle on her breast while she strokes my head and back and I rub myself against the sheets.

“I told you, no masturbating. Now quit pestering me and go to sleep,” she said as she got up to go pee.

When she got back I was still stroking myself and I mentioned that it had been quite a while since my penis had been in her mouth. She was unmoved and crawled into bed with her back towards me. A few minutes later I mentioned that I’d had a really big poop before I’d come to bed so I was sure to be empty.

She rolled over to face me and crossly said; “I think you are being very disrespectful telling me all the things I haven’t done for you lately. I had considered letting you jerk off, just so you could get to sleep easier, but not now.” She got up and I watched her get dressed. ” If you masturbate while I’m gone you won’t get any sex for the rest of the week.”

Later in the afternoon when I got up, she said that she felt really bad for saying those things and not letting me come. I told her that I was thrilled that she did. She was perfect. She was dominant without being violent. I tried to explain how exciting that is, to have her control me like that. Gawd, just writing about it has given me a raging hard-on.

The next morning I brought her two coffees and a low-fat muffin when I came home from work. She was awake. She’d been up sick most of the night. I made her some lemon tea and put some chicken soup in the crock-pot for later (we make it ourselves and freeze it). I took her upstairs and she sat in the tub while I showered her then tucked her into bed.

When I got up she was downstairs eating soup and watching TV. I was checking my email when she asked if I’d masturbated yesterday or today. I said “no”, very surprised. A few minutes later she asked how many hits my blog had (537…just in case you were wondering). Then she said, “I think you should masturbate for me.”

“Huh?”

“Take off your pants. I want to watch you jerk off.”

I took off my pants and pulled my chair directly in front of her, but after a few moments I still hadn’t got very excited.

“You’re not doing very well, considering it’s been three days. Are you sure you haven’t cheated?”

I swore I hadn’t. “Couldn’t you get undressed or talk dirty to me or put a porn on?” I needed some stimulation, something to focus on. At least she turned Oprah off.

“Go upstairs and get me the magazine we bought a couple of weeks ago and some lube and I’ll read you a story.”

I sat back down in front of her and she read me a story about a stripper getting cluster fucked (gang banged) by another stripper and four guys while her boyfriend watched.

 

♀ would make a fanfuckingtasic phone sex operator.

HHNT,

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