"Hurry up, I want to get to the mall before it gets too crowded," she instructed.
I raced to dress as fast as I could. I had to jam my semi-hard cock into my jeans. Jessie was watching and chuckling to herself as I struggled to get comfortable.
In a few minutes we were out the door and headed down the road.
I hate shopping, especially at malls. Jessie knows I hate shopping, especially at malls. I was sure this was some kind of a test. I promised myself to be a good sport and not get grumpy. We stumped from one end of the mall to the other and back, what seemed like a dozen times. We looked at furniture (which we absolutely have more of than we know what to do with already). We looked in every kitchen specialty place there. Admittedly Jessie didn't buy anything; she is a shopper, not a buyer generally. She looked at shoes, tried on a couple of different dresses which she of course had to model for me. I must admit they looked very nice on her.
They actually looked more than 'nice'. She was clearly showing off. She looked incredible in all of them. My cock kept trying to burst out of my jeans. She would flaunt, no other way to describe it, changing from one outfit to another. Stripping down to the 'bare essentials', which was much sexier than getting totally naked, then putting on a real show as she tried the next one.
Then she asked me which one I liked best. Now normally I would make some lame comment and keep from making any kind of commitment one way or the other, which always ticks her off. So, being on my best behavior, (and not stupid!) I told her I like the light blue one best. For me, that was positively effusive, adding that it complemented her eyes and really showed off her figure in a very tasteful way.
I could tell she was actually impressed that I was trying so hard. I was sure it had been another test when she started to put them both back. Then all of a sudden I heard myself saying, "No, it really looks good on you, why don't you get it?" What the Hell was I doing, she was going to put it back and the thing was quite expensive.
She looked at me somewhat quizzically, but then with a huge smile asked, "Are you sure?"
Well, now what could I do, I had no choice, "Of course, you can wear it next week to that dinner we have to go to." I took it from her and headed to the register, digging out the plastic as I went.
As we walked out of the place, I could tell I'd actually scored big time. "Jack, that was really nice of you. I love you!" she said, in a very genuine way. Love was never the issue, we were, and had been, as in love as two people can be.
"I think you are really going to look great in that dress," I said very sincerely.
"Ready to head out?" she asked
"Sure," I said much to eagerly.
"I want to make just one more stop, okay?" she replied, again with a shit-eating grin!
"Of course," I replied, settling in to the role I'd carved out for myself.
It turned out to be Victoria's Secret that she wanted to stop at.
Oh shit! I thought.
She strolled around looking at some very sexy stuff. My cock was straining against my jeans again!
She finally picked out a few very sexy items that were called sleepwear!
She insisted that I come into the changing room and check each of them out.
She stripped down to absolutely nothing and started trying on the various pieces.
Finally she put on one called a 'Short baby doll sleeper'! I damn near came, again!
I'd never seen her look so sexy. I told her so! "That's it, please, PLEASE, buy that one. You look sooo sexy, I can hardly stand it! You can wear it tonight!"
It wasn't a line. I wanted her to wear it while she teased me. It was the biggest turn on I'd ever seen.
She beamed and after stripping it off, handed it to me. My cock hurt, it was so hard inside my jeans. Looking at her completely naked, in my current state was unbelievably difficult to stand.
"Go!" she barked, but with a smile.
I headed out to pay for it, wondering how in the Hell I was going to survive this!
As we drove home, my mind was in a complete twirl. I just couldn't imagine how I was going to get through this. What had I done to myself?
As I drove she reached over and started to gently stroke the inside of my thigh. She stoked lightly up and down, getting as close to my balls as she could without touching them. My cock was uncomfortably swollen inside my jeans.
Finally we pulled into the garage.
As we walked into the house, "I've had a really long week, and I feel like a nap," she told me.
"While I'm resting, would you go to the store and get dinner?" once more, it wasn't a real question.
"Sure, what do you feel like?" I said, knowing that being agreeable was the expectation.
"Surprise me, you know what my favorites are!" she said with a devilishly smile as she headed to the bedroom!
"Uh, okay," eloquent huh?
Anyway, I was about to head back to the car and go to the store when I heard her call from the bedroom "Before you leave, there's something else I want to do."
I quickly headed back to the bedroom. She was already stripped down to her underwear, the way she normally does when she decides to take a nap in the afternoon.
"Come over here and stand in front of me," she said as she sat on the edge of the bed.
I had no idea what was up, but she sure looked sexy!
She didn't say anything, and while I was looking down at her, she wasn't looking up. Her gaze was clearly on my crotch. That fact alone made my cock stiffen even more.
She reached out and started to unbutton my jeans. I'm a Levis 501 kinda guy. You know, the ones with the rivet buttons for the fly. Anyway, she soon had them all undone. I just stood there, not moving. Not even breathing, I don't think. She casually lowered my jeans until they were just sort of hanging from my knees. She laid her palm flat against my jockey shorts so that my cock was trapped between her hand and my stomach and she started to slowly stroke it up and down.
Almost instantly my cock was as erect and rock hard as it can be. At that point she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my underwear and lowered them to just above my jeans. She took my balls in her hands and rolled them around. The whole while I was looking down at her she just concentrated on my crotch, never looking up at me.
I was having difficulty standing still and I was moaning slightly. Finally she started to slowly stroke my cock. I knew exactly what was going to happen, but it felt so damned good I wanted her to continue anyway. She did!
As I started to get very close Jessie went back to rolling my balls with both hands and slid her mouth over the head of my cock. Slowly she licked and sucked taking more and more of me until she had taken as much as she could handle. My cock was about half engulfed in her warm, wet mouth. I practically lost it right there! Just as slowly she pulled back until once again she had just my bloated cock head in her mouth and was twirling her tongue all around it.
It felt so good I was losing control and definitely not thinking straight. I took her head between my hands and tried to guide her mouth up and down on my shaft.
She immediately did two things. First, of course, she pulled her mouth completely off my cock and her head away from my hands (I hadn't been really holding her, just resting my hands on the side of her head and guiding her). Secondly, she smartly slapped my ass on one cheek.
I was standing there with my cock just bobbing in the air.
"Behave yourself!" she said sharply, looking up at me for the first time since she had started, but with a smile on her face. "Now, put your hands at your side and keep them there!"
I quickly did as she instructed.
After another moment she again sucked my cock inside her mouth and started to swirl her tongue again. She repeated this several more times, pulling almost all the way off then back down again until my balls started to tighten and that familiar feeling was quickly building up inside them. Without even realizing it, I again place my hands along side her face, not even moving them, just resting them against her.
Naturally it was at exactly this point she stopped, removing her mouth from my cock completely.
"Okay Mister, that does it, no more of that for you!" she said looking me straight in the eyes again, but if anything, with an even bigger smile.
The whole while, she was still playing with my balls. I thought I was going to cum from just the ball stimulations, something I'd never been able to do before, but then I was sure I'd never been that turned on and horny before either.
"Since you can't behave, clasp your hands behind your back! And if you let go before I'm done this time, you will REALLY regret it!" she was still smiling, but I could tell she was also dead serious about the consequences of not following her directive.
Once I'd clasped my hands, which caused my cock and balls to be thrust forward toward Jess, she took the four fingers of her right hand on the head of my cock, spread evenly right around the ridge, with her thumb providing pressure over that most sensitive spot right at the cleft. She was still gently massaging my balls with her left.
My cock head was very slippery with a combination of precum and her saliva and she just kept lightly stimulating it as it became increasingly sensitive. She also continued to focus on that ultra sensitive spot with her thumb. The net effect was that I was pushed closer and closer to the point of no return. But in spite of my state, it was happening very slowly because of the extremely light pressure she was exerting.
I was softly groaning without even realizing it. This was the most frustrating thing she'd done so far. I wanted to cum so badly and the tantalizingly slow pace at which she was pushing me forward was maddening. Plus I knew that when she finally did get me right to edge, she was going to stop. I wanted to grab her. I wanted to grab my cock and jerk it as hard and fast as I could. I wanted desperately to cum. But, I knew if I didn't keep my hands clasped there would be some dastardly price to be paid that I was not ready to undergo. So instead, I endured her torture.
Finally the gentleness of her stimulation not withstanding, I was about to cum. My balls started to pull up, my cock started to twitch and she stopped. But only long enough for the explosion to recede the slightest amount, then she caressed my bloated purple mushroom a little bit more. The same thing happened. She repeated this three times and the last, even when my balls sucked clear up inside me and the spasms started she didn't stop. At the last possible instant she released me entirely. My cock spasmed a couple of times and a drop of cum oozed from the tip, but that was all that happened. I groaned loudly as my orgasm finally slipped away.
"Oh God Jess, that felt so good, please don't stop, PLEASE!" I moaned some more. I wasn't even thinking about what I was saying, I was so desperate to cum!
"No, I think that's enough for now. It will allow you to think about what tonight's going to be like while you're at the store," she said softly as she lay back on the bed.
I finally stuffed my cock back in my pants as best I could and slowly headed for the door as Jessie rolled over.
I hadn't quite reached the door when Jess called to me one more time. "Jack, I clearly see what you mean about needing to be tied up because your so horny you wouldn't let me keep teasing you if you could do anything about it. And you know I'm terrible with ropes and knots and such, so you need to figure out how to rig up something simple for me to use to tie you to the bed. And Jack, make sure it's secure enough that you can't get loose by yourself!"
Of course I always knew that was going to be part of it, but the way Jessie said it gave me a chill.
As I drove to the store Jess' comment regarding thinking about tonight wouldn't leave my head. I wouldn't have thought about anything else anyway, but more and more I could see she was taking this very, very seriously and that I was clearly getting in for far more than I had expected. I was truly having second thoughts about going through with it.
What I didn't have to think about was Jessie's request to figure out a restraint system. Unbeknownst to her, part of my fantasy play had been self-bondage. I'd rigged up a system whereby I could be tied spread-eagled on the bed and Jessie would only have to slide some pre-tied knots. Of course since it had been a self-bondage rig, I could get out of it, albeit it wasn't easy. In fact I'd never tightened the final wrist all the way for fear that I couldn't get out of it alone. In any case, I'd always known what I could do to make it impossible for me to get out without being released, just in the event my fantasy ever became reality. At the time I'd never dreamed there was any prospect of that happening. Now that it had, I'd have to make a stop on the way home from the grocery store to pick up the final part of my restraint system. Jessie had made it clear that it had to be foolproof, and I knew there was no way I could con her about this.
Jessie's comment on thinking about tonight was like telling someone not to think about an elephant, except in reverse. I could think of nothing else. I'm sure that would have been he case even if she didn't mention it, but the fact that she did somehow was gnawing at me in a way I couldn't quite put my finger on. I certainly was conscious of how much I already needed to cum, and I kept telling myself she hadn't even started the real teasing yet.
I had a hard time concentrating at the store. Every remotely attractive woman caused a stirring in my crotch and unusually sexual thoughts in my head. Between that and thinking about Jess, I had to cruise through the store three times before I finally had everything I needed to make dinner. Just to be sure, I double checked my list, went through the menu in my head again and made one final cruise up and down the aisle. It was a good thing I did, I finally realized I was about to forget a key ingredient.
Lastly, I bought a single rose again. Hell, it couldn't do any harm.
My final task was to stop at the marine store for the final piece of my restraint system. As I pulled into the garage, I was a completely conflicted mess. I still didn't really know if I really wanted to go through with it or not. I sat in the car for a few minutes, took a deep breath and decided that having gone this far it would be stupid to turn back. Besides, I knew if I didn't do it now, I'd never know. And that would drive me crazy the rest of my life.
Feeling like that decision was now behind me once and for all, somehow helped. I headed for the kitchen to put away the food after I tossed my boat parts on the workbench. Once the food was taken care of, I got the kitchen organized for later and then quietly headed to the bedroom to see if Jessie was still asleep.
As I peeked in I could see her just starting to stir. I went down the hall and relieved myself in the guest bath. By the time I returned she was fully awake.
"Have a good snooze?" I asked.
Stretching, she replied, "I did indeed. Well rested for tonight now," she added, a twinkle in her eye.
"Jack?" she said, a question in her voice.
"What babe?" I replied curiously.
"Like I told you this morning, the anticipation of your fantasy has made me hornier than I'd expected," she said with a smile.
"Yeah, I know what you mean!" was my response.
We both laughed.
She looked at me expectantly. Suddenly the light bulb went on.
"Would you like me to do something about it for you?" I asked rhetorically.
She smiled widely, "Mm hmm," she purred.
I moved to the bed and quickly slid her panties over that luscious ass. I buried my face in her pussy noting again how sopping wet she was before I even started. I used all my best techniques and had her cumming quickly. My cock was uncomfortably trying to burst out of my jeans again.
After Jessie recovered she rolled up on her elbow and glowing in the aftereffect of her orgasm smiled at me.
"Jack, did you get what you needed for me to restrain you to the bed?" she asked, knowing full well I would have already done so.
"Of course, you know I have," I replied feigning being indignant.
Unfazed she continued, "Where is the stuff?"
Now curious I answered normally, "Out in the garage, why?"
"Well, I'm going to go take a shower and get ready for our evening now. While I'm doing that why don't you rig it up," again it wasn't a question.
"Uh, okay I can do that now," I responded.
And she added, as she headed to the bathroom, "Jack, when you get back from getting the stuff out of the garage, undress before you start setting it up."
I was a little surprised and confused over her last comment, but her expectation was clear. I headed out to the garage and gather up my system including the new parts I'd picked up that afternoon.
When I returned to the bedroom I piled my gear on the foot of the bed and as Jessie had instructed I got undressed and put away my clothes. Somehow I didn't expect to need my jeans again until the next day.
My self-bondage system was simple. It consisted of just four pieces of rope each about six feet long. In one end of each piece I'd tied a slipknot that formed an adjustable loop. I'd put a single overhand knot inside each loop to limit how tight it could get; I didn't want it to cut of the circulation over an extended session. I was sure this would be just such a session. It was that simple. All I had to do was tie the other end to each leg of the bed and adjust it to the right length so I was positioned in the middle of the bed. I could make it so I could move just a little so as not to cramp up, but was totally helpless. I only had to slide the sheet locks I'd bought at Marine Center on the two for my hands before I tied them to the bed. You'll see about that part later.
I tied the four of them in place and adjusted them to what seemed like the right length. Then I lay on the bed and spread my arms and legs to see if the loops were in the correct positions. They were close and I only had to shorten one of the arm ropes to make it perfect. I adjusted the one then lay back to be sure it was just right. As I was just spreading myself for the final check the bathroom door swung open and Jessie walked out with a towel around her body and another on her hair.
Her gaze went straight to my crotch, which was when I realized I was sporting a full erection. The realization caused me to blush.
"I see getting this ready has you a little excited," she commented with no small amount of amusement in her voice.
I started to get up.
"No, just lay there for a minute, I want to see what this is going to be like," she said as she came to the side of the bed and surveyed the set up.
Suddenly I realized why she'd had me do this naked. She knew the effect it would have and was counting on it.
"I think that looks perfect, the ropes look good too!" she quipped.
"You're sure that you won't be able to get loose by yourself?" she asked seriously.
"I'm positive. You'll see when you secure me," I said.
She sat down and gave my stiff prick a few strokes, which was all it took to make it fully hard.
She cupped my balls and made an odd sound, "Hmm."
"Okay, well then you go get showered while I dress. I'm starting to get hungry," she said.
I headed for the shower.
When I came back to the bedroom after showering, I found Jess had laid out a pair of silk boxer-like shorts and matching 'smoking jacket' that she'd purchased for me a long time ago. I had only worn them a few times, mostly because they weren't at all practical, but it was very sexy feeling. I was sure I knew why she'd picked it out. I put them on and headed to the family room/kitchen where I was sure Jessie would be waiting.
When I got there my jaw dropped. She was wearing the baby doll shorty that we'd bought that afternoon. Sitting in it on the couch with her legs crossed, she looked as sexy as I'd ever seen. Her full breasts were tightly encased in the top and her nipples just visible through the translucent material. The thing was barely long enough to cover her pussy and her long legs looked fantastic. I felt myself start to harden yet again, and realized I hadn't been completely soft all day.
After a moment she looked up. Her eyes went from my face to my crotch and back to my face. I didn't need to look down to feel my silk boxers tenting in front. Finally I realized my mouth was literally hanging open still. I closed it. That, and all the rest I'm sure, brought a small grin to Jessie's lips.
Finally I spoke, "Would you like me to fix you a cocktail?"
On a Saturday night we would normally have a couple of drinks while we fixed dinner and then share a bottle of wine with our meal.
"No, I think we should just have wine with dinner. I don't want either of our senses to be dulled tonight," she replied enigmatically.
I think that was a first.
"Uh, okay. Shall I start dinner now?" I said unsure of what she expected next.
"Sure," was her nonchalant response.
As she leaned over to pick up her book, I got an even better eyeful of cleavage. I headed to the kitchen to start working on dinner. I'd chosen Veal Marsala, a favorite of both of ours. It was a bit of work, but worth it and I figured Jessie would like the fact that I hadn't picked something too easy.
First I opened the wine to let it breath, a nice rich Merlot. I got the salad ready and put it in the fridge to chill then went to work on the veal. It took my constant attention for about thirty minutes and then it was time for it to simmer for about another 30. I went to the dining room and set the table with the good china and crystal, something we rarely do except for holidays and very special occasions. I figured that one way or the other this qualified as a special occasion.
I kept sneaking peeks of Jessie. I felt almost voyeuristic about my own wife. She looked so fucking hot I could hardly stand it. Clearly my mental state was just making it all the worse, or better, depending on one's perspective.
I was back working at the stove when Jessie came up behind me and startled me by stroking my ass. I jumped a little and she laughed, then she reached around and stroked the front of my boxers causing my semi soft dick to start to harden once again.
"Mmm, nice," she said in a husky voice.
"Dinner is almost ready," I replied trying to act somewhat normal.
"That's not all that's almost ready," she quipped.
Shortly I had dinner on the table and the wine poured. We ate slowly and in relative silence. I couldn't help looking at Jessie's tits in that outfit and my cock just wouldn't go fully soft.
As we finished dinner I started to get up and clear the table, assuming that was expected, but it was then Jess spoke.
"Just leave them, you can do that in the morning."
This wasn't completely out of character for us on a weekend night.
She continued though, "You ready now?"
There was a slight smile on her face, but little discernable emotion.
I swallowed hard. I also knew this was no time for game playing. "I'm not sure, but, well, I'm not sure, but that isn't going to change."
"I know," she said gently, "lets go."
Both of the wine glasses were empty and there was about one glassful left in the bottle. She poured it into her glass and picked it up in her left hand. She reached for my hand with the other and headed for the bedroom.
Once we were in the bedroom she released my hand, set the wine glass on the bedside table and looked me straight in the face and said with all the seriousness I'd ever seen, "You sure? 'cause if you say 'no' now, we'll stop, but if you say yes, I won't give you a choice again!"
I swear that she was more serious than I'd ever seen her. My stomach knotted up, but I knew that if I didn't say yes, for the rest of my life I'd miss something that I had to understand.
"Yup, I'm sure!" I said in a voice much steadier than I felt.
"Undress!" was all Jess said as she sat on the bed.
I quickly complied, my cock now at full staff.
She smiled at me broadly and lay back, "Before we get started . . ."
The message was clear. I moved to my task with enthusiasm. Within minutes she was crying out as she came loudly. I gently kept at her until she came a second time within another minute or so.
"Enough for now," she rasped.
After she'd had a minute to regain her composure she sat up, then stood.
"Is everything all ready?" she asked.
"Almost," I replied as I turned down all the bedding, leaving only the contoured bottom sheet covering the mattress and then picked up the four restraints and laid them out from the corners of the bed toward the middle.
"Wait a minute!" she nearly shouted, "I've seen those in the garage for sometime."
I told you Jessie is very, very bright. The light had just gone on.
"You used these by yourself during your fantasies, didn't you!" she demanded.
I felt like a little boy who had been caught doing something he knew better than to do.
"Well, . . . uh, I, uh, well," I stammered, not having a clue what to say.
"Never mind! Obviously you did, but that's not the point. You said that you wouldn't be able to get loose by yourself. If you used these alone, obviously you can!" she said somewhat angrily.
Glad to get away from the topic of having used them during my fantasy role-playing and on to something I could deal with, I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained.
"No Jess, I never used them on both wrist because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get undone by myself, but to be positive, I've added something extra just today. There is no way I'll be able to get free unless you release me!" I clarified hastily.
I already explained my simple but effective restraints. What I'd added today were two 'sheet locks'. A device used on a sailboat to hold lines tight. They could withstand the force of wind in sails so they certainly would securely restrain the strongest of men. There was one on each of the lengths of rope for the arms. Once attached and pushed up next to the knots they would not allow the knots to be loosened until they were released. The release mechanism required two hands, one to push the release button and one to flip the lever to the unlocked position. There was absolutely no way to release them using one hand and therefore once tied spread-eagled, there was no way to free oneself. Once I was secured, I'd never get free until Jess undid me.
Jess had quickly calmed down, realizing that I had in fact, followed her specific instructions fully.
"Show me how it works," she said far more serene now.
I did. I showed her how to slide the knots tight then latch the sheet locks and slide them up to the know. I showed her how to release them too, emphasizing that it took two hands. I even made her practice releasing them.
"Afraid I'll not be able to release you ever and have to call the fire department?" she teased.
I laughed a little, but she was close to the facts!
"Okay, time to lay down sweetheart," she said with a smile and a glint in her eye.
In a matter of minutes I was completely at her mercy. Comfortable, but able to move just slightly and with my arms and legs spread wide. My cock and balls completely accessible for whatever she chose to do!
Too late I thought of one last thing. "What about my safe word?" I asked hopefully.
She laughed, "Oh Jack, you don't need a safe word. I'm not going to hurt you in any way. Besides, safe words are for making the other person stop; that is the last thing you're going to be wanting. Quite the opposite!" She continued to chuckle.
Her attitude caused my stomach to knot up once more time.
She crawled on the bed and knelt between my legs. Sitting back on her calves. She bent forward and kissed me deeply.
As she broke the kiss she tenderly said, "Jack, I love you very much!"
As I softly replied, "I know, I love you too." I finally had a full realization of what was about to happen.
Here I was, completely helpless, hornier than I'd ever been in my entire life, and my wife, who NEVER does anything half way was about to drive me mad with desire while denying me orgasmic relief for a very long time. And I'd given her all the tools to frustrate me as much as humanly possible by telling her my deepest fantasies and explaining what I knew would be the most maddening things she could do to me. Not only that, but I was sure she done her homework and had ideas and techniques I'd never dreamt of!
She started off with a verbal tease by reminding me of something she'd said that morning.
"So, do you think you chalked up enough goodwill today that I'll let you cum tonight?" she giggled.
"Oh God Jess, you have to, you just have to!" I begged.
She giggled some more, "We'll see, but I don't HAVE to!"
And with that she began. She started stroking my cock in a nice steady rhythm. Not too fast or slow, too hard or soft, a just right stroke to rush me to the edge of orgasm quickly. Of course the closer I got the more she loosened and slowed her stroking hand. Finally she knew I was right at the edge and she gave me a few more strokes that were very slow and light, with a few seconds pause in between. Then as my balls tightened and my cock began a contraction, she stopped completely until it receded then gave me another couple just the same. She repeated this four or five times, I lost track, and then quit all together just as my cock started to twitch and jerk even without any stimulation. It was even more intense than the ones she'd done earlier in the day and I couldn't believe I didn't actually cum anyway, but I didn't I just felt the most intense frustration I'd ever experienced. When she knew it was safe she used her fingertips on those places I'd shown her were so sensitive at this point and tormented me for a few more minutes.
Finally she spoke, "Wow! That was pretty good for the first one!"
Jess' comment was one more step toward the full realization of the situation in which I found myself. But it still hadn't fully sunk in as to what I was in for.
After a minute or so she focused her attention on my cock and balls again. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and I could tell she was feeling it, for what purpose I was uncertain. Then with the other hand she was exploring the head, not teasing it, but something else. Finally she used both hands to feel my balls.
"My God Jack, I can't even imagine the state you're going to be in by the time I'm through with you! Your cock is bigger and harder than I've ever seen it and your balls are so full already they must be aching!" she put an exclamation point on this last remark not only with her voice, but by giving them a bit of a squeeze just before she released them.
It wasn't enough to actually hurt, but it sure did emphasize how much they did ache already.
She crawled off the bed and sat in the chair for a minute, sipping at the wine she'd placed on the table before we began. She didn't say a thing; she just sat sipping and looking at me with a slight grin. I looked back for a minute or so and then closed my eyes, breathing deeply to catch my breath. Soon my heart slowed to near normal and I could feel my cock starting to soften. Not much, but some.
After several minutes I was almost soft. Nowhere near a total flaccid state and definitely still much larger than normal, but soft. I opened my eyes and looked at Jess. She appeared to not have moved. She was still smiling slightly and sipping wine, though I noted that the glass didn't appear much less full than before.
"Now that you have no choice but to behave," she started, setting down the wine "I'm going to show what I wanted to do earlier when you wouldn't hold still!"
With that she got up and moved to the bed. She lay across my thighs looking up at my face for a moment, then cradling my balls in one hand lifted my cock so it was pointing straight up and wrapped her lips around the head.
I gasped involuntarily. My cock was much more sensitive than earlier, or so it seemed at least.
Jess was gently kneading my balls with one hand and sucking on just the head of my cock at the same time. She kept running her tongue over the very sensitive spot just under the glans and sucked like she had a lollypop in her mouth. As you can well imagine my cock was regaining its stiff state quickly.
Before it regained its full length, Jessie took the whole thing in her mouth and made a swallowing action, then slowly pulled her lips from the very base up the shaft until just the head was left in her mouth. She did several of her sucking motions then swallowed the whole thing again.
She was only able to do this twice before I had grown to the size that she could no longer handle the whole thing, or so I thought!
Now that I was fully hard, she started to bob up and down on my cock in a nice steady motion, slow and steady. I was soon racing toward an orgasm that my mind knew would be denied and the rest of my body parts were aching for so badly that they couldn't imagine she was actually going to stop again. Naturally, my mind was right!
Then as I was getting pretty close, she did something that very nearly did put me over the edge. She bobbed up until just my head was in her mouth, and then after adjusting her angle of attack, she slowly, very slowly, lowered herself over my cock until the whole thing disappeared inside her mouth. She did that swallowing motion a couple of times and then slowly lifted off, not stopping until I she had come all the way off my cock this time.
I was stunned. First the sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experience and as I already said, it nearly made me explode. In fact, I'm amazed that I didn't. My cock certainly twitched and spasmed. Second, Jessie had never deep throated me before. I didn't think she was capable of it.
As if reading my mind, "You didn't think I could do that, did you?" she exclaimed, clearly quite proud of herself.
Before I could respond, she did it again.
Then with my cock right on the edge of cumming, throbbing and twitching, she just held it in her mouth sucking on it. I don't mean a normal cock sucking sort of action, she just hollowed her cheeks and created suction in her mouth. The sensation was amazing. It kept me right at the very edge, but wasn't enough to push me over.
Finally she stopped everything, but still had the head of my cock in her mouth. After a couple of minutes the orgasm had receded, but not far. She took about a half a dozen very slow licks right on my most sensitive spot which pushed me right back to the edge again. Then she did her sucking thing and held me there for as long as she could until she knew she had to stop or I'd cum.
She repeated this cycle of pushing me right to the edge then letting the orgasm slip away a bit, then pushing me back up again about five times.
I was thrashing and moaning throughout, but the way I was tied and the way she had put her weight on my legs made it so I couldn't get any leverage to really move, I just squirmed and moaned as I went nearly insane!
Finally she stopped and got up off me.
"There, now don't you wish you'd let me do that earlier today?" she said while looking at me with a wicked smile.
"God Jess, you're driving me insane!" I rasped.
"Oh Jack, we've barely even started. Later I'll drive you insane," she laughed aloud.
Oh God, I was so fucked!
"I think you do need a short rest though," she said as she left the room.
I don't really know for sure how long she was gone, not very long though. Long enough that my erection had again deflated.
When she returned she sat down on the side of the bed and looked at me with that gorgeous smile of hers.
"Jack, I have a confession to make," she started as she began to fondle my balls with one hand, "I never dreamed that having a completely defenseless cock at my total mercy could be such an astounding turn on, but it is. Knowing I can do whatever I want to tease your cock and that you are completely unable to do anything about it is making me so horny and wet that I need to cum again!"
Her words, as well as her actions, both put a knot in my stomach but still caused my cock to begin to harden yet again.
She had progressed to lightly stroking the underside of my cock very slowly from the base to the tip and back with just her index finger.
She kept that up as she asked, "Jack, do you want a chance to do something that would make me more likely to let you cum at the end of this evening?"
"Oh God yes Jess, please anything!" I nearly begged.
She laughed at my eagerness.
"Anything!" she chuckled, "You better be careful what you say I may just put you to the test. But not this time, this is easy. I'm going to crawl up on your face and I want you to make me cum with your tongue, okay?"
This was, I was sure, based on the conversation we'd had about 'what was in it for her' when I thought I was trying to talk her into something. It didn't matter, she was right, this was easy. Naturally I immediately agreed, as if I had any choice.
She moved into position and lowered her very wet cunt onto my awaiting mouth. I began to lick and suck using my very best effort. I wanted to be sure to have whatever positive effect on the evening's outcome that I could. Jessie had obviously not been exaggerating about how turned on she was. Her juices were running down my face immediately and I could tell she was racing toward a powerful climax much more quickly than normal.
I redoubled my efforts.
I wasn't really thinking about it, but thought it a bit odd that she was totally ignoring my cock. It was rock hard of course, but I was a little surprised she wasn't teasing it all the more. I soon found out why.
Just as I started to suck on her clit, knowing that within seconds she would explode, she lifted off me and spun around so quickly that I gasped in surprise. Instantly she grabbed my cock and impaled herself on it. She laid flat on my chest and started to fuck me hard. In a way with her on top that we both love under normal circumstances.
She was really going at it too. I thrust back as hard as I could, given my situation. It was clearly working for both of us, but she'd been so close when we started that she came very quickly. Well before I could.
She continued to fuck me hard as she came loudly and violently. Feeling her cunt convulse around my cock yet not being close enough to cum was perhaps the most maddening thing yet.
Finally she stopped and just lay there. I was trying to continue thrusting, but with her being dead weight and my lack of leverage, I could really just squirm, not thrust at all.
After a minute or two, she started contracting her cunt muscles and squeezing my cock. She did this several times and then started to fuck me very slowly while she continued to kegle me at the same time.
I was getting very close when on one of her thrusts she just kept going up until my cock loudly popped out of her velvety tunnel and slapped down on my belly.
"NO!" I screamed, desperate for more.
She rolled off me and laid her head on my shoulder. Almost instantly she started to lightly rub the most sensitive spots I'd taught her about with the tip of one finger. Driving me even more maddeningly close to cumming.
She finally stopped only at the point that my balls had started to suck up into my body and my cock was twitching so much that she knew I'd cum any second.
I was groaning in frustration and my balls definitely ached more than I could ever remember.
To make the whole situation worse, after Jess calmed down a little, she lightly grabbed my balls and whispered in my ear, "You must not want to cum very badly."
"What!" I screeched, stunned, "What do you mean?"
"Well, you didn't make me cum with your tongue!" she chuckled.
Trying to calm down I spoke more gently and what I hoped was more reasonably, "But Jess, you did cum, and hard too! I would have made you cum with my tongue but you pulled away. You KNOW I would have!"
She started to laugh at my desperation.
Finally I regained my senses, "Jess, I still could make you cum with my tongue, just move back up here!"
"Hmm, now you're starting to sound like you might want to cum yourself after all!" she giggled.
"At least you have something to think about for the rest of the evening," she said rather cryptically.
I was reluctant, but asked anyway "What do you mean?"
"Well, you now experienced a hand job, a blow job and a good hard fucking. You can be thinking about which way you want to cum when the time finally does arrive," was her response.
And without any further conversation, she did in deed crawl back up into position and let me bring her to another orgasm. This one was a lot more work for me and took much longer since she had just cum so hard. But finally I was able to give her another shattering orgasm, at least as powerful as the first.
When she lay down next to me just recovering for a while, my jaw ached and my neck was stiff. I thought my tongue was probably a bit raw too, but I didn't care. I felt like I'd really done something special. It again occurred to me how consumed I was with pleasing her!
As she lay there, my cock finally started to soften, something it most certainly had not done while she was riding my face.
Jessie was still just lying there resting when my cock had finally lost its erection. It wasn't getting flaccid anymore, just soft but staying relatively engorged with blood. Certainly much larger than it's normal 'resting' state.
When it appeared it had reduced in size as much as it was going to for quite some time, Jessie started to stir and got something out of the nightstand drawer that I couldn't see.
A little nervously I asked, "What's that?"
She proceeded to kneel between my legs again and dribbled some kind of liquid on to my cock before setting the bottle she'd taken out back down.
"It's some stuff called Astroglide. It's a personal lubricant and it is suppose to be supper slippery. I figure with what I plan to do to your cock the rest of the night that if I don't use some lubricant you'll be as raw as uncooked hamburger!" she laughed.
Having one's cock compared to raw hamburger is not a pleasant mental image, believe me.
"Now I'm going to REALLY tease your cock and make you ache to cum!" she said with a laugh.
Her words caused that tightness in my chest again, even though I knew it was just part of her act. There was no way she could tease me any worse than she already had. Longer perhaps, but not worse. Or so I thought. I was wrong as I quickly found out.
She started to stroke my cock and immediately I could feel the difference. She'd used baby oil on my cock in the past a few times, but this was completely another sensation. The friction was dramatically reduced. This was the slipperiest stuff I'd ever imagined. She was able to slide her hand over my cock with only the very slightest of contact. And she was stroking me very, very slowly. Much slower than before. On top of that she would rotate her wrist in such a way at the highest point on most strokes that her fist twisted around my corona and most sensitive spots increasing how responsive they already were.
She was moving me much slower toward orgasm, but the sensation and frustration were far more maddening than before. It had only taken a couple of strokes before I regained full hardness, but I could see that the addition of the Astroglide meant she could prolong each cycle substantially, even though I was far more desperate than before.
I started squirming uncontrollably and pulling hard at the restraints I myself had fashioned. I was going mad. When finally I was right at the point of cumming, she did something else differently than ever before. She would do that little twisting thing, then stop her down stroke with her hand at the very base of my cock just holding it. She'd wait a few seconds and do an extremely loose, slow stroke right up and of the head of my cock which would cause my balls to tighten and my cock to spasm, but nothing else. Then after about 15 seconds she'd do it again. It was keeping me closer than I'd ever been without actually cumming and she was able to sustain it for a couple of minutes at least. When she finally stopped and let my cock slap against my stomach I was pulling so hard against the ropes and groaning so loudly that I didn't immediately realize she's stopped.
It took me at least a couple of minutes to even relax my arms and legs. It was without question the most frustrating, maddening experience ever!
When at last I was able to focus she was sitting there just smiling at me.
"You know Jack, I can do that over and over and over for as long as I feel like and there is absolutely nothing you can do but suffer through it. And I feel like doing it a lot!" she giggled.
"OH GOD Jess, please, I can't stand it! Please make me cum now!" I was truly desperate and in severe need.
She just laughed again, "Oh Jack, we're so far away from that you can't imagine!"
And she got up and walked out of the room.
My mind was reeling as her words echoed in my head. The fact was it was completely true; I was helpless to stop her until she chose to stop. What in the Hell had I done!
When she returned, my cock was once more nearly soft. It wasn't long before her intent was obvious. She repeated essentially the same routine as the last time. Adding lube, slowly, oh God so slowly, getting me to the edge and then holding me there for minutes by providing various kinds of stimulation that had my cock twitching and spasming and my balls tightening and beginning contractions, and all the while she kept the stimulation just short of what it took to actually trigger my orgasm even though my cock and balls were trying for all the world to cum. I never even imagined that using pleasure for such torture could be possible.
She'd settled on letting me go soft at the end of each cycle, but starting again as soon as I was. She varied the techniques slightly and every once in a while would manage to come up with something new, but all and all it was just cycle after cycle of the same thing. She went on for God knows how long until I'd long since lost track of time or how many cycles there had been.
Finally I really had reached my breaking point.
"Jess, I'm begging you, PLEASE I really, really can't stand any more. Honest I'm not exaggerating, I can't STAND any more!" I begged and pleaded meaning every word.
She went and got a damp cloth and wiped down my face while gently speaking, "I know Jack. You really are finally at the point where I know you can't stand any more without being allowed to cum."
And with that she poured a little of that vicious liquid into the palm of her hand and began stroking me one more time. This was different though. She was using a faster, firmer grip. She quickly had me racing toward cumming. I could sense how explosive it was going to be. My balls started to tighten and I was straining against the ropes knowing how mind shattering an orgasm like this would feel, when she just stopped.
I screamed, "NOOOO! Jess YOU SAID YOU KNEW! MY GOD DON'T STOP!"
She didn't speak; she just let me calm down.
"Why Jess, why? You said you knew!" I implored.
She smiled and looked at me with those gentle eyes ablaze and said, "Jack you explained your fantasy as, and I quote you exactly 'And do it over and over until I can't stand any more, then do it some more anyway', So this is the anyway. And when you recover from this one I'm going to do as many more of those REALLY good ones as I want!"
And she again left the room.
I'd created a monster I realized. She was loving this and was going to do what I'd told her about in my fantasy to the letter, knowing it was truly more than I could stand. How could I make her stop, I kept asking myself.
True to her word, when she came back she did one of those 'really good ones' that nearly drove me out of my mind yet again. After that one and two more she let me recover longer than usual before sitting on the edge of the bed. But this time rather than starting to stroke me again she just sat looking at me before speaking.
"You know Jack, I've been thinking. You still have no idea if I'm going to let you cum tonight or not!"
Frankly I'd not really been thinking about that aspect recently, but of course instantly I could think of nothing else, "Oh Jessie, that would be too much. I never expected you do to push me this far in the first place, not to cum now would be intolerable!"
"Probably true, but that's what you asked for, remember, intolerable" she said in and even voice "But that isn't what I was getting at. I could decide not to let you cum tonight or even tomorrow. You don't actually know when I might finally let you cum!"
I couldn't speak I just gasped.
"Guess you hadn't thought of that, huh?" she said rather wickedly.
"Jess, don't do this, please!" I beseeched her.
"Well, like I said, I've been thinking. I really haven't decided when to let you cum, but this is so exciting I'm not very likely to let you tonight, no matter what. But I still might. However, if you begged me to promise you that I won't, you know really convinced me that cumming tomorrow for sure would be more important to you than a slim chance of cumming tonight, or even more importantly the chance that you wouldn't be allowed to cum until AFTER tomorrow, then I'd probably make that promise, see!"
My mind was spinning once more, "Jessie, please!"
"Please what, Darling?" she toyed with me.
"I, I don't understand?" I said genuinely confused. I was pretty sure already that she wasn't going to let me cum tonight, but as intolerable as that was, any chance of not being allowed to cum the next day either was unfathomable.
"I know you're probably having a hard time thinking straight Jack, so let me help. If you beg me not to make you cum tonight, no matter what, then I'll promise not to, simple as that."
I was crazed, but not quite that far gone yet, "But what about cumming tomorrow?"
She laughed, "So you can still think after all I see. Very good. Okay, just ask the me to make the promise so you're satisfied."
I had to think; I was petrified that she had a trick in there somewhere. It would be just like her.
"Jess, please promise me that you won't make me cum tonight, no matter what, but that you'll make me cum tomorrow instead" I said carefully.
"Oh Jack, I don't think you really mean it, you're just repeating what I said. That's just not the same as you actually choosing to wait until tomorrow to cum.
"NO! NO! Really Jessie, that's really what I want. I want you to promise me that you'll make me cum tomorrow and not before, no matter what! Honest!" I begged, somehow having actually embraced the idea. She had really messed with my head I knew, but it would give finality to the timeframe, something I'd lost when I first set up this 'fantasy'.
"That sounded much more sincere. Okay I promise that I won't make you cum before tomorrow under any circumstances, Okay?" she said bending over and giving me a little kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you baby, thank you!" I said amazed that I actually meant it.
"And now I think you've had enough for a while, it's getting late and there is a long day ahead of us" she said with a strange tone that I clearly noticed, but couldn't figure out.
"Jack, look at the time" she said curiously.
I looked around. The clock was still on the bedside table, but Jess had turned it away so I didn't have any sense of time during her torment. She picked it up and turned so I could read it. It took a couple of seconds before it sank in. The clock read 12:18. Before I could speak or react Jess confirmed it.
"Jack it was already Sunday when I made my promise. 'Tomorrow' means Monday, and you know I won't break a promise. Now let's get some sleep."
"NO!" I screamed, "No Jess you can't! YOU CAN'T!"
Calmly she said, "Yes Jack I can, I will, and I am. Now GO TO SLEEP!"
I was fucked. She had outsmarted me again. How was I going to get through this?
"I'm afraid that if I turn you loose, you won't be able to control yourself, so I'm going to loosen these but leave you tied up tonight. I'll go sleep in the guest room," she said.
Without any further conversation she loosened the restraints enough that I could move and flex some, but was still quite secure and could neither roll over nor reach my cock. It only took a moment for me to realize that she was right. If I could have touched myself it would have ended right then.
With that Jess got up and left the room.
I expected that given my state I'd toss and turn all night and never get to sleep, but to my surprise I was soon fast asleep myself. Obviously I was mentally exhausted. Evidently I was physically exhausted too.
I awoke in the morning to Jessie playing with my semi hard cock.
"Oh God Jess, please just release me so we can roll over and make love. I can't take any more!" I begged.
"Oh yes you can. And you will. This is just a little morning wake up," she said as she toyed with my cock some more.
"I have no intention of short changing you on your fantasy, you certainly didn't me. When you we're so desperately trying to talk me into this you said you wanted me to be a complete and total cock teasing bitch. How am I doing so far?" she asked repeating one of the descriptions I'd used with what could only be described as a depraved laugh.
"Oh, you're doing quite well I'd say!" I said sardonically.
"Good, I always try to please you," she laughed some more.
With that she undid the restraints.
"Now, be a good little boy and go make your loving wife some coffee," she instructed. On a roll again already.
But as I rose to go to the kitchen, she got up and followed me. Evidently not trusting me to be alone. In all honesty, she shouldn't have.
When I returned she patted the bed next to her indicating that I should lie down.
Of course I did and she proceeded to grab the Astroglide and go to work on my cock.
"Earlier was just a gentle little tease. What is it you call what I was doing last night again?" she asked, as if she didn't know.
I knew better but replied anyway, "Edging, though what you were doing was edging and then some!"
"Right, edging, as in to the edge. Well this is going to be a serious edging. And today you are going to have to endure them without being restrained. So you'll have to be on your best behavior," she said sternly.
'Serious edging' sounded really bad, but true to her word she performed a truly serious edging. It was even more intense than the ones the night before, and for some reason I'm still not sure I understand, it was made all the worse by not being restrained, just as she'd hoped.
"Now my love," she said once she had stopped "that made me very horny again and I want you to make me cum on the wonderful tongue of yours!"
Which of course I immediately proceeded to do.
"Mmm, my, that was quite nice. Quite nice indeed. I think you're getting even better at it!" she complimented.
Having read about it just isn't the same as experiencing it, but it made me feel wonderful to have earned her praise in spite of my frantic need to cum and aching balls.
When I'd completed my task and she'd caught her breath she told me to come stand in front of her.
Gently stroking my cock and caressing my balls she said, "I am afraid, my wonderful man, that it is my intent to increase the ache in these nice full balls all day long. And to keep your cock hard and frustrated as much of the time as possible. Now, just so you don't loose your motivation to please me every way possible, let me point out that 'tomorrow' starts in just over 12 hours, but doesn't end for over 36. When during the window of time you get to cum will be dictated by how happy you make me."
"Now, I'd like a cup of coffee please."
I damn near ran to the kitchen and was certainly back in record time.
"You know, we haven't gone to tea at Rosemary's Azalea Court in eons. What do you think?" she asked knowing I absolutely hate the place. They actually do serve tea, no coffee or alcohol available, and these little tea sandwiches an example of which is a piece of cucumber with a dab of cheese on it. Not any kind of place or food a red blooded American man would ever choose. Plus I had to wear a coat and tie to go there.
But, I said, "No babe, we haven't and I know how much you love the place. Shall I see if we can get in this afternoon?"
"Well, if that's what you'd like to do today, it would be fine with me," she replied.
'FUCK NO that's not what I want to do!' is what I thought. "I think it would be nice, I'll call and see," is what I said.
Jesus, I could hardly recognize myself.
I called and was dismayed to find out they were fully booked for the entire afternoon. Panic! What to do. Then I thought of my friend, acquaintance really, who wrote for the Lifestyle section of the local paper. I called him and in exchange for a promised round of golf at my expense at my club, which would cost me a small fortune; he agreed to set us up.
He called back telling me that we had a 2:30 reservation.
I reported the outcome, not the process, to Jessie.
Soon it was time to clean up and dress for 'tea'.
We went about that normally except for one point. Every time I walked by Jessie or she by me, she would stop and stroke my cock until I almost came and then fondle my balls for a little while before leaving me with an almost constantly hard cock bobbing in the air. She seemed to be getting quite a kick out of it too. These weren't 'serious edgings' as she deemed them, but she kept going each time until my balls would tighten, then she'd stop.
Just before she took her shower, she had me lick her to yet another orgasm. She was becoming insatiable. This was turning her on far more than I ever dreamed. Far more than she dreamed either I imagined.
After her shower, just as we started to get dressed to go to the restaurant, Jessie did one final teasing and this one was, at least by my standards, a 'serious edging'. I was shaking when she finally stopped.
Looking up at me and hefting my balls, she chuckled, "We're finally starting to fill these babies up nicely. I imagine they ache pretty good by now, huh?"
A complete and total understatement. I grunted, "Uh hun"
"Bet you agree with me now about fantasy versus reality, don't you?" she asked, clearly expecting an answer.
"Well, pretty much, yeah. The reality certainly is different than I thought it would be? But, I'd remind you, my fantasy had me cumming at the end of last night!" I said, trying not to sound testy.
"You know that's not completely true! Now get dressed, I don't want to be late" she replied.
Now Jessie and I have been together a long time. She is a very liberated woman and this is the 21st century. I treat her with respect and try always to be polite, but I don't usually do the car door, pull out the chair kind of things. Not today!
Every door! Always her first! Chair at the restaurant! Made sure she ordered first! The whole nine yards, as they say. Perfect old-fashioned gentleman.
It felt strange I must admit. She ate it up! Loved every second, I could tell.
I was very careful not to rush or be in a hurry. Jessie really loved this place and was enjoying taking her time. I was glad she was having a good time.
Finally we headed home.
"Thank you for that Jack. I really enjoyed it. I know it's not your favorite place, but you were so nice!" she said as I drove.
"I'm glad you had a nice time. You're right, it isn't my favorite, but it really is a nice place."
Honest, but thoughtful, right!
"You know Jack, I asked you what I was going to get out of this fantasy of yours, and you explained some of this. But what amazes me is that I can tell you aren't faking this you really are being nice to me because you want to. I didn't understand what you were describing until I actually experienced it" she said contemplatively.
I thought about it. What she said was really true. I wasn't putting this on; I really wanted to make her happy. HAD to make her happy.
Another honest response, "Well, I hadn't ever actually experienced it until now either. I'd read about it and all, but you're right, you can't fully comprehend until you've experienced it."
Once we arrived at home, we went to the bedroom to change into our grubbies. Jessie got completely undressed, which I thought a bit odd, but by that point in the weekend nothing really surprised me. I took off my good clothes and started to put on some old jeans.
"No, get completely undressed" she directed.
Ahh, I should have realized! I did as she instructed.
She lay back on the bed and lewdly spread her legs. The message was clear and needed no vocalization. I bent to my assignment with vigor. She was cumming in no time.
"Don't stop yet, one more first!" she growled.
After she came down from her second orgasm, she indicated I should lie down next to her. I did and she started to toy with my painfully stiff cock. But that's all she did was toy with it. Enough to get me close to cumming and reinforce my ache to cum, but nothing more.
"I think I'll take a little nap. Why don't you do whatever chores need doing around the house. Figure out dinner too. If you need to, run to the store, but if not, stay naked for me, okay!" it still wasn't a question.
I could tell Jessie was really, really getting into this. I clearly understood the implication of 'whatever chores need doing'. She expected me to look around and figure out what needed doing, something which she frequently pointed out I was not good at.
I walked around the house, looking carefully for what 'might need doing'. I have to admit, given my mindset, I saw things that I put on my mental 'to do' list that I normally wouldn't even have noticed.
I set about doing them all, and thoroughly. It felt odd running around the house naked, but soon I was so busy I hardly noticed. I'd left cleaning up the kitchen until last, and was just finishing up when Jessie walked in. She was wearing normal, weekend casual, but she looked much sexier than usual. At least to my cum obsessed mind's eye.
"You've been busy I see," a noncommittal comment. Had I passed the test or not. She gave no indication.
"Yeah, and don't mess up MY kitchen either!" I said joking.
She chuckled, "Okay. Just remember, you're the one who said it was YOUR kitchen mister!"
Hmm, outsmarted again probably.
"I was just going to make a list and go shopping," I said, hoping to escape any more teasing for at least a while.
Not to be. She walked up to me and it only took a half step back on my part, but my ass was resting against the counter's edge.
"Hands on the counter, and keep them there!" she directed.
I groaned slightly as I complied.
"Legs apart and lean back a little!"
I could tell I was in for it.
She started by taking my balls, one in the fingertips of each hand and rolling them back and forth as if she was feeling fruit at the grocery story. I started to squirm almost immediately and of course harden too.
"Hold still or this will be all the much worse," she said evenly.
I was sure that wasn't true, that she'd do her worst no matter what, but I didn't want to find out for sure so I tried my best to stand still.
"We need to work some more on filling these babies up even more," she teased.
"I think I have some ideas that will have them about ready to burst by the end of the tonight! Is the ache coming back baby?" she asked. I didn't think she expected an answer.
She squeezed just hard enough to send a message.
"Jack, I asked you a question. Is the ache coming back?"
This time I was quick to respond, "Oh God yes, very much so!"
"Good, that's what you wanted wasn't it?" she went on.
I knew better than not to answer this time, "No, yes, uh not like this!"
I babbled, not really knowing what the true answer was!
"You mean you wanted this, but didn't think it would be like THIS, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes, yes!" I stammered.
"I warned you that you didn't know what you were asking for, but I promise before we're done you will understand thoroughly what a serious cock teasing is!" she chuckled.
"Oh God" I moaned.
She giggled some more.
Once my cock was hard as a rock and my balls aching for real, she switched her primary attention to my cock head. Not ignoring my balls, mind you. She rubbed the free flowing precum all over my glans and on my most sensitive and responsive spots especially. She frequently would use just one fingertip on the frenulum driving me nearly wild.
She hadn't given my cock a single actual stroke yet. I realized this was the first teasing she done without ever stroking my cock. It was maddening to be sure, but I quickly understood that she could do this much, much longer than the other edgings, even in my current state, before I'd reach the edge. It was in many ways the most frustrating thing she'd done yet!
She kept it up non-stop for over half an hour. She was touching so lightly that I felt like I was about to cum the whole time, but couldn't quite get over the edge. My knees were about to buckle, my legs shaking like Jell-O. She still hadn't given my cock an actual stroke. Finally she gave me five very light, slow strokes. I thought she'd gone too far. My balls tightened and my cock started to spasm. Just as it did, she wrapped her thumb and forefinger very tightly around the base of my cock, effectively choking off my orgasm. My balls pulsed and my cock twitched, but then it was over. A single drop of cum fell from the tip. I nearly screamed with frustration.
"I bet they really ache now," she said with that grin as she softly bounced my balls in her palm.
That was a huge understatement. I'd never felt like that in my whole life. The ache in my balls was almost painful. My need to cum, absolutely overwhelming. I could barely stand. I honestly think that if I'd let go of the counter I would have collapsed.
Then as if it were any normal Sunday, she said, "You haven't been to the store yet, right?"
"Right" I croaked, my voice breaking.
"Well, you better get dressed and go. It's getting late," she instructed as she turned and left the room.
