I haven’t posted in a while, my wife’s been doing almost all of it (and she’ll even edit this to make it more readable, I’m sure [Yep, I did]). Mostly because I work all day, please her in the evenings, and the last thing I need to be doing is surfing porn to make my aching balls any more anguished then they already are. I get plenty of teasing from my wife, who is even right now tapping the glans of my penis with every keystroke I type on the computer to motivate me to write this (and which is also making me make a lot of mistakes she’s going to have to fix). But she asked me to post something. I didn’t know about what, so she said to comment on how 2016 has been going for me so far. It doesn’t really matter what I post, so long as I keep typing, she’ll keep tapping the head of my penis, so blah blah blah. Ok, blahs don’t earn taps on my pee-hole anymore, so back to typing a real post.
To begin, 2016 for me has been one of the lowest orgasm count years yet, but I must admit, it’s been one of the most thrilling. I already love to eat my wife’s wonderful pussy, and this new coin-toss game for 2016 adds yet another incentive to get down there between her thighs…it’s the only way to earn my chances at an orgasm for me. It makes me even more motivated to do something I already love to do anyway. The whole time I’m there, I’m thinking constantly about how if I do this really good, she just might cum and get me one step closer to a chance for me to cum, which makes the very skin of my cock yearn for some touching of its own.
When she does touch me, most of the time I already know it’s just to tease me, because I hadn’t earned me an orgasm, which makes the mental wanting so bad it’s dizzying. I watch her hands glide up and down, pulling the skin of my penis up and down with it, alternating between her down strokes stretching my pee-hole open a little, to her up-strokes pushing it closed again. I watch that pee-hole, and imagine the cum gushing up and erupting out, but it never does. I know that once some clear precum appears, more than likely she’ll lick it off and then stop teasing me anymore to lock me in chastity. Sometimes I wonder if only I could “accidentally” erupt without warning, but we’ve been together too many years for her not to know the signs of my impending cum. She knows too well when to slow down, or when to pause all together. That she knows me so well makes her a master of my passion, which is how I know I belong in her hands.
Even her locking me in chastity makes my palms all sweaty, because at first, when she presses the chastity tube against the head of my penis, I’m too hard to fit. The pressure actually turns me on even a little more, so it takes a few minutes of calming and concentration to relax. Eventually, the constant pressure over my erect penis starts to work the lubricated tube down over my cock, and with time, the head of my penis is all the way in and hits the dead-end of the chastity tube. I’m still too erect to engage the chastity tube with the chastity ring around my base, so that also requires slow, patient pressure. At some point, she manages to get the two parts engaged enough to slide at least a hairpin through the lock-hole, which, once she gets that, she can push the hairpin all the way through with the actual lock, and then everything is in place except that click. I can feel the click reverberate through my whole taint. The lock clicks closed, and I’m locked for the night. Wow, does that make me want her all the more, or what?
All night her chastity hugs my genitals, like an embrace constantly reminding me how much she loves me, and that drives me crazy. I’ll have periods where I wake up in the middle of the night straining to get hard, and writhing in lust. Then I have to focus on relaxing again, because it is her will that I wait, and I won’t be able to get any sleep if I mind-fuck her all night long. Do I wish she would have let me cum instead of locking my pleasure away? Hell yeah. But I love that she only lets me cum on her terms. That is such a turn on to me, to wait until her terms say I can, that I endure all this denial. I love it, because I love what she does to me. She makes my heart race, my palms sweat, my cock hard, and my balls ache. I may not be coming as much as I have in all the past years, but I’ve never felt so exhilarated and alive in her arms, either.
She also asked me to comment on how long it’s been since we had sex. I haven’t been inside her for so long. Thanksgiving 2015. It’s no secret that wanting to get into her is part of the reason I haven’t cum so much in 2016. If I wasn’t constantly hoping the coin-flips would go my way, I’d be cashing them in more often for cheap ruined orgasms. But I do miss her pussy around my body. I lick and love it every day. I have my face right there, looking at every fold and glistening crease, and imagine the memories of those lips being parted by my manhood, and that drives me to make poor decisions on my coin-flips. Millions of years of evolution have evolved this slice of pouty flesh to be perfectly molded to pleasure me, and it’s literally right there in front of my face everyday, and yet she won’t let me have it. I want it so badly, I worship the contractions I orgasmicly induce in it every day. Watching it cum fills me with endorphins and anticipation, to share that orgasmic bliss when the time comes for me. It has become so special to me, that it is truly a subject of my devotion. I’ve become that horny teenager again who so desperately wants to get laid, if only his girl would say yes, but she never does.
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