The doctor went on to explain, "We are going to stimulate your testicles and your prostate gland simultaneously. This will maximize the secretion of seminal fluid. Once we reach the state of maximum flow, we will eliminate all the existing fluid from your urethra and then take a sample of the freshest fluid. Please don't be concerned; I assure you that it isn't painful. Some men feel a slight discomfort in the rectum, but usually not. If you should feel any discomfort or certainly any pain, you tell me immediately. As I said, most men don't even feel a slight discomfort. In fact, it isn't uncommon for a man to feel the onset of orgasm. If that should happen be sure to tell me. If you should happen to ejaculate the test will be ruined and we will have to do it all over another time."
I knew my face was scarlet with embarrassment. The last thing I wanted was to do this again. "I understand, Doctor, I'll be sure to let you know if I feel either of those things."
"Very well, then if you're ready we'll commence now. Shelly!" she said, indicating that her nurse should start.
WOW, I thought. If what the doctor had done to my balls had been a turn on, this new 'procedure' was going to be nothing short of heaven on Earth. Shelly began a ball massage the likes of which I'd never felt. The stimulation was so great that it made my balls ache to cum almost instantly. They ached in a very good way.
Dr. Jones dipped her hand in some lubricant and slowly inserted two fingers of her left hand in my ass. She took only a second to locate my prostate gland and began to firmly press and rub on it. If I thought that I felt a need to cum before, I was now sure that I'd spew any second. I couldn't help but squirm.
"Is that uncomfortable, Mr. Howard?" asked the doctor.
I'm sure I blushed even more deeply. "No, uh, no, er . . . it's just that I'm afraid, well, I . .." I babbled like an idiot. I just couldn't get out that I was about to cum.
"Mr. Howard, please realize this is normal. Are you feeling on the verge of an orgasm?" she said in that same dispassionate professional manner of hers.
"Yes that's it."
"Well, we're now ready to do the fluid collection. We'll just go very slowly; it will take longer but there is no rush here."
With that she wrapped the thumb and forefinger of her right hand rather tightly around the very base of my cock and slowly stroked it up to the head. I knew I would cum if she did much more of that. And of course that is exactly what she did. She let go and then grasped the base of my cock and did it again. On the third stroke I was sure I was going to lose it. "Doctor, I think I'm going to orgasm!" She immediately stopped.
"Well, we will just go even slower. Thank you for telling me. We have a very good flow now and it should only take a few more strokes. I'll just pause longer between."
And she did. Shelly kept up the ball stimulation that was making me ache to cum and the doctor didn't slacken her prostate massage one bit. She just stood there calmly for a while and then did another very slow stroke of my cock. Again it almost sent me over the edge. I had to try very hard to keep from cumming. She paused for another minute or so and did it again. This was truly torture. I was trying as hard as I could to keep from cumming, yet I wanted to very badly. And each stroke put me so close it was agony. After five more excruciating times the doctor finally said, "Okay Shelly, I think we're ready now. Please release Mr. Howard's testicles and collect this next sample."
Shelly let go of my balls and picked up a test tube from the tray. She held my cock gently so the tip was pointed right into the tube and the doctor did three final quick strokes. I gasped as she finally pulled her fingers out of my ass and released my cock. It was spasming and the slightest touch would have put me over the edge. I'd never been so close to cumming without completion in my life. It was an extremely frustrating feeling.
"Okay, Mr. Howard?" the doctor asked. I gasped out a yes reply. "As long as you are so stimulated we should take advantage of the situation and get a specimen for a sperm count. You did say you masturbated yesterday, correct?" If this had been embarrassing in front of the doctor alone, it was humiliating to have to answer this in front of both of these women.
"Yes," I said very softly.
"All right, that should give us a good baseline then. Shelly, please get a collection kit."
Once again I didn't like the sound of that. Shelly returned with a device made of glass and plastic tubing. Dr. Jones explained as she adjusted the stirrups so I was now lying flat on my back, "We will attach this collection device to the end of your penis and then you will masturbate to orgasm. We use the sample to get a baseline sperm count to compare to future specimens."
"Please lie still." And with that she took some lubricant and smeared it all over the head of my dick. This had me nearly cumming again. She then slid the end of the tube over the head of my cock. It contracted, holding the head of my cock in the tubing and leaving the shaft fully exposed. She tugged on the tube a bit and moved my cock around some, stimulating me even more. Finally she said, "Okay, I think that is secure and should work fine. Please masturbate now Mr. Howard."
This time I couldn't help myself. "WHAT?" I nearly screamed.
"Mr. Howard, what didn't you understand?" Again Dr. Jones was all business, as if I had simply asked her what time it was.
"I'm sorry, I just find this, well, uh, I find it a bit embarrassing. Couldn't I do this alone?" I asked hopefully.
"Mr. Howard, Shelly and I are medical practitioners, not voyeurs. We need to observe the phases of your excitement cycle and plateau before, during and after orgasm. I assure you that there is a very good reason we need to observe this collection process." This time she sounded irritated. "Now please begin, Mr. Howard."
Feeling like a complete idiot I did as instructed. I had to close my eyes though. I started to stroke my cock. In spite of all the stimulation I'd received over the last 45 minutes, it was taking much longer than I would have imagined to reach orgasm. For one thing the collection device kept my cock from receiving any stimulation other than on the shaft. There was none on the head of it at all. But mostly, knowing that these two foxes were sitting there watching me just made it so that nothing was happening. Finally I opened my eyes and saw that the two of them were intently watching my hand stroke my cock.
After a while longer, Dr. Jones spoke to Shelly as if I weren't even in the room. "Shelly, he seems to have performance blockage, perhaps testicular stimulation would solve it. Would you please assist."
Shelly pulled on fresh rubber examination gloves and I saw her pour some kind of lubricant in the palm and rub them together. Then she took hold of my balls and started to massage them as she had earlier. That did it. Within seconds I was cumming for all I was worth.
When it was over I was mortified. The doctor reached over to the table and turned on what appeared to be a timer, and then said, "I'll go get your wife while Shelly finishes up here. We'll be back in a few minutes."
Shelly didn't say a word. She just removed the collection device and got a damp cloth and cleaned me up. She removed the gloves and disposed of them and just before she left she directed me to sit on the examination table and wait.
When the doctor returned with Sally there I was, sitting on the edge of the table with nothing but the exam shirt on. Somehow being in this situation with Sally there too was even more embarrassing than before.
"We'll know the first part in a few minutes when Shelly returns. I've decided to do one more study today. Then I want you to return next Monday and we'll repeat the sperm count test." Dr. Jones was talking to Sally just as she had to Shelly earlier, as if I weren't there.
Her comment on repeating the test brought an involuntary groan to my lips. Neither Sally nor the doctor paid any attention. Just then the timer chimed.
"Now we will begin the last test for today. Mr. Howard, please stand here at the end of the exam table and spread your legs about 30 inches."
I had no idea what was going to happen next, but was resigned to doing as directed.
"Now please lean back so your buttocks are against the edge of the table and your hands are on the padded edge behind you."
So here I was again with my cock thrust forward pointing at the doctor and, and now also at my wife. Dr. Jones told Sally to slide the other chair up and now the two of them were sitting there looking at my crotch just about at face level. I was beyond embarrassment by now.
The doctor pushed another button on the timer and started to do what I can only describe as "play" with my cock and balls. "This will determine recovery time after orgasm, a very important factor in determining fertility. I will stimulate him for 60 seconds, and then pause for 60 seconds, repeating the cycle until he is fully erect. The total time that it takes will give us a good indication. Sally, please observe closely because it may be necessary for you to repeat this at home in the future."
And she proceeded to do as she had outlined. By the third stimulation cycle I was definitely starting to respond. Just then Shelly walked in and came over to observe too.
"How long?" asked Shelly. When the doctor told her she responded, "Oh my!" I had no idea what that was supposed to mean.
"What was the count, Shelly?" the doctor asked.
"332," was the reply.
"Hmmm, well that's not a clear answer is it? We will definitely have to do the second study against that baseline."
I thought I was already as embarrassed as I could be, but I was getting even more embarrassed, even though that didn't seem possible. And I had a thousand questions, but was afraid to bring them up at this point.
By the end of the fifth cycle I was rock hard again.
"Okay, that's a seven Shelly. Very good, Mr. Howard you. You may dress now."
I went and dressed and soon Sally and I were seated in Dr. Jones' office. "We have the results of the physical examination, which were normal; the prostate fluid sample, which we will send to the lab; and two of the other measures we need, the sperm count and the recovery index. Though we may want to repeat the recovery index a few more times depending on the other results. Now what happens is you come back a week from today and we do the sperm count study again. Since you had an orgasm yesterday Mr. Howard, we'll next do a count after you have gone without an orgasm for a week. Comparing the two counts will tell us a great deal."
"I don't understand. It has been several days since Joel had an orgasm," Sally said.
SHIT! I could hardly believe what was about to happen. I knew I couldn't stop it, but I was still mortified. I felt as if I was about to see a car wreck!
"Oh, Joel masturbated yesterday. Oh Sally, you shouldn't be surprised. Most men do on a regular basis. However, in your case, it could be why you aren't pregnant yet. This next week will give us at least a partial answer to that. It will be crucial that he not have an orgasm during that time. Do you think you can be sure he doesn't masturbate?" Dr. Jones was once again acting as if I was just another chair.
I could feel that I was flushed full red again!
Sally's look would have withered an evergreen in winter! "Oh yes, I will be sure that he doesn't cum, by any means!" Sally said with conviction. I knew that it would be true.
"Well, every day until then we need for you to arouse him to a near orgasm, but stop before that happens. It is very important that you find the right level of arousal. Since he has orgasmed so recently, I can't adequately demonstrate, but do you think you understand what needs to happen, Sally?" asked Dr. Jones.
With a look of cold steel in her gray eyes Sally said, "Oh yes, I understand perfectly. You need me to stimulate his cock to the very edge of cumming, but be sure he doesn't actually cum. And I have to keep him on the verge for an entire week, correct?" Sally was staring right into my eyes, with a smile I'd never seen before, while she said this.
"Exactly," said the Doctor. "Once a day for at least 20 minutes of total stimulation should do it. More if he can tolerate it, especially later in the week. Next weekend twice each day would be best. If you need to stop completely for him to recover a bit and avoid orgasm, that's fine. Most men will tolerate just testicular stimulation during these pauses without reaching orgasm. About a five minute pause will usually do it. If you need to pause two or three times to get in the total amount of stimulation, don't worry. That's pretty normal, especially after the first few days. Just don't count the time during the testicle stim as part of the 20 minutes."
"Okay, do either of you have any questions?" Dr. Jones asked. When we indicated that we didn't she closed, "Okay then, see you both next Monday."
We went home. After dinner as we headed to bed Sally said, "Okay, we need to do your stimulation now."
I lay back on the bed with my legs slightly parted and Sally sat on the edge of the bed and began.
That first night wasn't so bad. Sally started off by playing with my balls and cock very gently. She finally started to stroke me. She was obviously watching the clock, which I couldn't see, waiting until 20 minutes had gone by. She was playing with my cock and I was very close to cumming when she said, "Time's up!" She had not had to take a break. The 'treatment' had felt wonderful and I hadn't wanted her to stop. Sure I wanted to cum, but it wasn't that bad. And I knew it was for a good reason.
That was it for the night. She rolled over and asked to be cuddled and I went to sleep with a hard-on resting between her ass cheeks and with a smile on my face!
Tuesday night was a bit different. "I called the Doctor today," Sally started out, as we were getting ready for bed.
"Oh, why?" I asked.
"Well, I wasn't comfortable that I did it right last night. For one thing I don't think I got you close enough to cumming before I stopped. After I described it to the Doctor she thought maybe I was right. So she gave me some things to look for and also suggested using this Astroglide product. So let's start," Sally concluded.
"Okay, but I think you got me plenty close to cumming last night. I've never been that close and not cum before!" I said, somewhat skeptical of what was to come. The thought of being brought even closer to orgasm and then being denied didn't sound too appealing. Then it dawned on me that was exactly what Dr. Jones had done during the fluid collection, though I hadn't viewed it in those terms at the time.
Sally was clearly in charge. She had me lie back on the bed with my legs spread wide and, unlike the night before, she kneeled between them. My knees were spread and bent over her thighs, giving her full access to my cock and balls. Unlike Monday night when she wore her nightie, on Tuesday she was completely naked. Sally has great tits, and I'm definitely a tit man. Looking at her gorgeous mounds was getting me turned on before she even started.
This time she started off much slower than the night before. She stroked and tickled my balls and would slowly run her fingers lightly up and down the shaft before switching her attention back to my balls. I was getting hard fast, and very turned on. I didn't think it was going to take 20 minutes for me to reach my limit tonight.
"Dr. Jones said that you need to tell me if you feel like you're going to cum. She said that unless I at least get you to the point where you have to tell me to stop that we aren't getting close enough. Also, don't you dare cum. If we ruin this test, Dr. Jones said she has another way to accomplish this, but it's much more drastic and she said to tell you that you wouldn't like it one bit. So don't be tempted to let me go too far just so you can shoot!" Sally was very serious, but she was also smiling while she said all this. And her nipples were somewhat erect, not fully, but more than normal. I quickly realized she was getting into this.
After a few minutes, she reached over and took the bottle of lube and poured some in her palms, and then rubbed her hands together. When she started to stroke me again the feeling was amazing. It was much more slippery stuff than the baby oil she occasionally used to give me a hand job. This stuff reduced the friction greatly, but not the sensation. I could see that she would be able to stroke me quite a bit more than usual without making me cum. It was already a frustrating feeling.
Sally was stroking very slowly, and using her other hand to cup and stroke my balls. Every once in a while she would stop stroking and grasp my cock head in a loose fist and twist her hand back and forth as if she were turning a doorknob. Her other 'trick' was to hold my cock just below the head in one hand and rub the palm of her other hand all over my glans. She would sometimes add more lube to her palm right before doing this. The feeling was very intense.
Most remarkable of all was that these were all new techniques I'd never experienced from her before, and they were driving me wild! The sensations were fantastic. I was loving every minute of it, until suddenly my brain started to function again. No possible way could I take 20 minutes of this, and it finally registered that there would be no cumming as a result. That was incomprehensible! I didn't have long to think about it, because I was already getting very close to cumming.
"Sally, I think you'd better stop or I'm going to cum," I blurted out. In spite of wanting to cum as badly as I could ever remember, I was thinking of Dr. Jones' warning about a more drastic approach if this experiment failed.
"Oh Joel, I know you can take a bit more of this. We want to get you as close as possible for this test to work is what Dr. Jones told me today. You just need to exercise a bit of self control!" was Sally's reply as she continued without pausing or lightening up one bit.
I was sorely tempted to just give in and experience what I knew would be a fantastic orgasm and live with the consequences, but I still had enough rational control left that I did my best to hold back.
Sally continued administering her newfound cock stimulating expertise until I again told her I was going to cum any second. This time her verbal response was similar, but she did alter what she was doing.
"Oh, you can last a bit longer, I know you can," but as she said this, she slowed and loosened her strokes. And she stopped giving my cock head so much attention on every stroke.
"Sally!" I exclaimed in a near desperate voice.
"Yes, I think you are just about there now," she said very matter-of-factly. And with that she stopped completely. I groaned loudly. While I definitely would have cum in another instant, the frustration of her stopping was excruciating.
I groaned again as she started to stroke and caress my balls. "Please just let me rest, don't do that now," I almost begged.
"You know the doctor wants maximum stimulation and she said this wouldn't make you cum, but would increase sperm production," Sally responded quite reasonably. She didn't stop. I just moaned a bit more.
I didn't see how this was going to allow me to recover enough for Sally to resume the 'real' stimulation. Normally I could see the clock on the bedside table while lying where I was, but it appeared as if Sally had turned it so only she could see it. Therefore I could only guess, but I was sure we must have more than half of the twenty minutes left to go.
Sally's constant playing with my balls was driving me crazy. Finally the feeling of impending orgasm had subsided and just as I was about to say something Sally beat me to it. "I think I can resume now." And she did, just as before. It wasn't long before I felt my orgasm building again. It was obvious to me that each session would have to be shorter and shorter, resulting in several of these maddening cycles each night.
Sally was apparently learning fast though, because she slowed sooner this time and was able to prolong the build-up stage. I hadn't yet needed to tell her how close I was. Every time I felt I would cum if she didn't ease up, she did. But didn't stop.
Finally I had to say, "Sally, you'd better stop, I'm at the point of no return!"
"Just a little bit more," she said, and she eased way off, but proceeded to very slowly and loosely give me about four more strokes. I had to struggle very hard not to cum and just as she stopped my balls contracted and my cock had a spasm, but I didn't cum.
I was sweating all over. "Sally, I don't think we have to make sure I come that close!" I protested.
"Joel," Sally said in her most reasonable tone, "I want to be sure we do this right, and this is exactly what Dr. Jones told me on the phone today. I now see the difference as compared to last night and you definitely didn't get nearly close enough then for maximum sperm production." End of discussion I could tell.
After a few seconds pause she was back massaging my scrotum again.
In total she put me through four of these cycles to the very verge of cumming. When she finally stopped I was a mess. I reached over and turned the clock and saw that it had been nearly 40 minutes since we started! "Sally! The doctor said 20 minutes and you went on for 40, why?" I was a little pissed. I was going to do my best at this, but I saw no reason for putting up with any more than necessary.
Once again in what was starting to get on my nerves, Sally used her most reasonable, calm voice "Joel, the doctor said AT LEAST 20 minutes, plus don't forget that the recovery time between stroking doesn't count. The 20 minutes of 'real' stimulation didn't occur until the fourth time, and I wanted to finish that cycle before stopping. Otherwise what's the point?"
I knew better than to argue, but this was going to be way, way worse than I had ever imagined, I could now see.
We finished getting ready for bed and were soon under the covers. It had taken quite some time for my erection to go away, and it was quite a long time after that before I fell asleep.
On Wednesday I had a lesson we all know, reinforced. When you know you can't have something, you want it all the more. Often it's the only thing you can think of. While an entire week is longer than I normally go without an orgasm, it does happen off and on. Moreover with our busy lifestyle; jobs, kids, business travel, etc. it is frequent that sex is a weekend thing. Going from Sunday to Friday without any sexual release is quite common. But when you KNOW you for sure aren't going to cum for a while, (it was now 5 days to go), you can't help thinking about it. Not to mention the daily stimulation I'd been receiving was making me very horny!
Wednesday night was almost an exact replay of Tuesday. But during the early evening Sally seemed in an especially cheerful mood. She was smiling a lot. During my arousal treatment (as I was thinking of it) Sally's good humor continued. I could tell she was enjoying herself. When she reached the end of the first cycle, as she took one last stroke she let out a little giggled "Oooh".
The frustration was much greater than the night before and I was really starting to wonder if I could go through this until Monday.
As she was just ending the third cycle Sally remarked, "Oh Joel, I can hardly believe this. Your cock is bigger and harder than I've ever seen it. You must really need to cum, huh?" She said this as if she was serious, but it made the whole thing all the more frustrating. I was sure she was purposely teasing me a bit. In the same tone she went on while doing the subsequent ball massage, "Your balls are very full. I think this must be working. I sure hope they don't ache too much tomorrow."
It would end up taking five cycles this evening to get in the 20 minutes, though based on the total time I'm positive we'd used up 20 minutes by the end of the fourth one and Sally just decided to keep going.
As soon as she finished Sally hesitated and then asked, "If I tell you something will you promise not to get angry at me?"
I assured her I wouldn't. She continued, "Playing with you like this is really turning me on! I'm horny as hell." This was a bit of a surprise. Not that she was horny or being turned on, but that she would talk about it so directly. It was out of character for Sally.
Frankly I could already tell that Sally was enjoying this cock-teasing role she found herself in. And while it bugged me a bit, I had to admit I didn't blame her. Hell, if the roles were reversed for some reason and I was teasing and playing with her body I damn sure would be turned on by it. I'd have been far more upset if she had been indifferent, it occurred to me.
"Would you do something about it for me?" she asked, albeit a little sheepishly.
I was still recovering from my turmoil of frustration and intense arousal; so I wasn't thinking clearly when I said, "What do you mean?"
Then she really shocked me, "Will you make me cum?"
"Sally, doesn't that seem a bit unfair? Here I am all horny and frustrated and knowing I can't cum for another five days and you want me to make you cum!" I was overreacting, but I also wasn't thinking quite straight either.
Once more Sally used her completely reasonable tone to make me realize I was being a jerk "Joel, how often have I given you a hand job or even a blow job when you were horny and I wasn't really in the mood? How many times have I been left high and dry when it's been a while since we've made love and you are so horny you shoot before I can cum? And then I end up waiting until the next night often. Hmm, how about all those times!" She was actually getting a bit peeved at my attitude I could see.
And I have to admit I didn't blame her. Everything she had said was true. I could never remember a single time before this where any sexual encounter between us didn't end up with me getting to cum. However there had certainly been many, many times that Sally didn't cum, as she had just pointed out!
"I'm sorry," I said, meaning it. "It's just that this is much harder than I imagined it was going to be."
This made her giggle, as she reached over and gave my still rock hard cock a couple of gentle strokes, "Yes, it's harder than I imagined too!"
We both laughed and I pulled her down so we were lying side by side on the bed, hugging. I kissed her deeply and she sighed. I slid down a bit and started to lick and suck her nipples (which she loves) while I snaked my hand into her crotch and started to gently finger her.
Her pussy was absolutely sopping. It wasn't long before she was moaning and humping against my hand. She took my head in her hands and almost whispering, said, "Use your tongue on me, please!"
If I'd been surprised at her earlier, I was astounded now. First, while we both enjoy it when I go down on her, I don't think she had EVER suggested it before this. Usually I have to almost talk her into it. Secondly, she just never talked that directly about sex before. She had always been pretty docile, letting me take the lead. I was beginning to wonder how much else might change by next Monday.
While I wasn't about to decline, I realized that burying my nose and tongue in her sweet pussy was going to have me tasting and smelling her musk and was very unlikely to help me calm down from my current state.
Slowly I worked my way down and soon had my head right between her soft white thighs and lapping] away at her very wet cunt. As I was sure it would, my cock, which had started to soften slightly, was now rock hard again and twitching. A steady flow of precum was present as well. Fortunately for my state of mind, it was only a short time before Sally clamped my head with her legs and came very hard.
Good, I thought, now I can start to recover from this evening. Wrong! "Joel, don't stop yet, please. Give me one more."
God, the woman was insatiable tonight. I was so turned on I couldn't help myself. I renewed my licking. It wasn't nearly as long as I would have expected before she was cumming again. All my instincts were getting ready for me to cum. It was only as she relaxed and I moved to lie down next to her again, that the reality of not cumming tonight swept over me once more.
I groaned softly. Sally was in such a blissful state she didn't even notice. Sally loves to be cuddled at this time; so I did. Holding her naked body next to mine; having my rock hard cock nestled in the cleft of her nice round ass; and having the taste and smell of her juices all over my face, increased my state of frustration significantly.
Once she was sound asleep I slipped out of bed and cleaned up. It took even longer than the night before to fall asleep.
During the day on Thursday I was very conscious of my aching balls. I've heard all the debates about whether there is really such a thing as blue balls, etc. etc. And I don't remember anything like this even back when I was a teenager, but I was now positive, blue balls are real!
By the time I got home that evening it was late and I was tired. It had been a very long day at work. I wasn't looking forward to what was to come at bedtime. Sally was once again in a very cheerful mood. She seemed to have a sense of the difficulty I was having with this. She was fixing me a very nice dinner, one of my favorites. When I walked in she poured me a glass of wine and insisted that I sit down and relax by watching the baseball game. Sally has her own career, so normally we share the household chores especially shopping, cooking and cleaning up. Not to mention the kids. This would be a good point to mention that the kids were on a two-week vacation with Sally's folks, and so at least they were temporarily removed from the equation.
I was grateful for the break and didn't argue. Right before dinner was ready Sally came into the family room and started to give me a neck rub. That is something I love, and at which she is excellent, but we rarely have time for it. As she rubbed, she spoke softly and said, "I know this is harder than you thought. I have an idea for tonight that should make it easier for you and still accomplish the objective. I'll explain after dinner."
That sounded good, and we enjoyed a nice meal together talking about work stuff. A little earlier than our normal bedtime Sally said, "Let's go to bed."
I was tired and wasn't about to argue, and besides I was curious to find out what she had in mind for this evening's 'treatment'.
"Joel, I was thinking that giving you hand jobs like I have, causes me to have to stop and do the ball massage while you recover (recover was hardly an accurate description, but I knew what her point was. Suggesting she just let me rest during those times would have been a waste of breath I knew.) Then the whole thing lasts much longer and is harder on you than it has to be. So, I thought that if I just sucked and licked you for a straight 20 minutes it wouldn't be quite so difficult for you. I think I can do it so that you get enough stimulation, but I won't have to take breaks. Do you think that would be better or worse for you?" Sally asked in a manner that indicated she really was trying to help.
I was uncertain how to respond. Sally didn't perform oral sex on me often, but when she did it was fantastic. Not that I was that experienced, but she gave blow jobs the likes of which I had never even thought possible. I wasn't sure that would make this evening's treatment easier to take, however. But a total of 20 minutes versus the nearly 40 minutes each of the previous three nights did seem like an improvement. I hesitantly agreed.
"I think it will be better too, if you lick me after rather than before. Licking my pussy always makes you so horny, and that will just increase your frustration during the session," Sally said, as if me burying my face in her snatch and licking her to orgasm was a foregone conclusion. Evidently for her it was!
So we began, and for the next 20 minutes Sally licked and sucked my cock in a way even more maddening than the stroking of the previous nights. I was regretting the choice I'd made. She sucked me deep and slow at first and soon had me right on the edge of cumming. Then she would take my cock out of her mouth and lick my most sensitive spots for a while, holding me right on that edge, but not pushing me over. She would alternate that with treating the head of my cock like an ice cream cone. Finally when I was just about to explode she would let me "cool down" by just licking up the shaft, mostly on the sides. As soon as she could sense that my orgasm had retreated a bit she would start all over with the deep sucking. And rather than avoiding the intermittent ball massage during her breaks, she was doing it the entire time! I was nearly frantic by the time the 20 minutes were up and aching and throbbing worse than before. I'm not sure if that was due to the techniques she had employed or just that it had been one more torturous day since I came last. She had pushed me right to the edge at least six times I think, although I actually had lost count.
My God Joel, I'm sorry but I have to be honest," Sally was giggling at this point. "This isn't just turning me on incredibly, I'm enjoying it. It's so damn fun to play with your cock until you almost cum, but not let you. I know it's mean and very frustrating for you, but I can't help it. I think I now know why some women love being cockteasers!"
I could scarcely believe what I was hearing. I appreciated her honesty, but SHIT! I didn't want or need to hear this. And besides my mind was swimming about what that might mean in the future.
As Sally was finishing her comments, she rolled sensuously onto her back and provocatively spread her legs. Hell, in my state she could sensuously sneeze and provocatively fart!
Without a word from her, I dove in. I was so wound up my neural net was still recalling what would normally be the conclusion of this tongue lapping. It was mere minutes before she was cumming and cumming hard. I slowed and held her the way she loves, but didn't stop. Soon I was pushing her to her second cum of the night. She came even harder this time. I held and caressed her and lapped lightly and slowly as she recovered, and then I stopped.
Dreamily she said, "I've been doing you for 20 minutes or more each night. I think I deserve at least 20 minutes, and it's been less than 10."
It wasn't a question or even a request; it was pretty much a directive. I didn't argue, resist or even hesitate. I just picked up where I'd just left off. Sally came four times before I was sure twenty minutes had expired. A record as far as I could remember. Not only in a given time, but in a given day!
On Friday I was simply a mess. My balls truly ached and my cock would get semi-hard every time I'd think about sex, which was about every eight seconds or when I'd see an even remotely good looking woman, whichever came first!
By Friday night I was dreading the weekend. First, even though it didn't help much, work was somewhat of a distraction. Second, being around Sally non-stop for the next 48+ hours was going to be much more frustrating than even the last 5 days had been.
If I had any notion that I was overreacting it evaporated that night at bedtime during our treatment.
Sally had me lie on my back and as she straddled my chest, facing toward my feet she said, "I really loved last night, it was absolutely fantastic. Tonight I want you to 'do' me while I give you your treatment!"
I was again very surprised, Sally was getting bolder and bolder each day.
With that Sally smothered my face with her already wet snatch. I began to lick and suck her clit rather vigorously. I figured that perhaps if I distracted her enough she would lose her concentration and make me cum accidentally. I no longer cared what the consequences might be. I needed to cum desperately and would do almost anything to make it happen.
I was dead wrong about her losing her concentration. She was definitely in full control. She would push me right to the edge and hold me there for quite a while, and then back way off, but never stop completely. She used a nearly lethal combination of her hands and mouth and had me aching worse than any of the previous times. She squirmed on my face and ground her pussy against me. In no time at all she was cumming hard. She would use the time during her orgasm to let me recover, but she never let go, just held my cock and balls while she shuddered with pleasure, flooding my face with her love juices.
My tongue deep inside her and my whole face trapped between her luscious ass cheeks was almost more than I could stand all by itself. Add what she was doing to my cock and balls and I was truly desperate.
Sally had cum at least four times when she finally just collapsed on the bed. Neither of us moved for a few moments, and my face was still buried in her cunt. I lapped her very gently. That was something she hadn't been crazy about after cumming in the past, but this night she just purred. She twisted around and lay next to me, holding me gently and resting her silky thigh on my cock. I moaned gently.
"That was truly amazing," she said. And with that she drifted off to sleep.
After a few minutes I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. When I returned she was fast asleep. It was a long time before I was at last able to fall into a fitful sleep myself.
I awoke with a sense of dread on Saturday morning. I was sure I'd be in a rubber room by Sunday night. My concern turned out to be well justified. Sally had evidently risen before me; so I went to the bathroom for my morning pee. I splashed water on my face and was returning to the bedroom to dress when Sally came through the door.
"Let's do your first treatment now, and then you can relax until tonight. I think that will be easier for you, don't you?" Sally said in that reasonable voice that I was beginning to fear.
"What treatment?" I stammered.
"The doctor said twice a day on the weekend. Let's do the first one now," she replied.
I couldn't believe I'd forgotten that part.
"Uh, well, oh, I guess, yeah," I muttered. I meekly lay on the bed. I realized that Sally had taken full control and I was pretty much doing as I was told. I wasn't sure quite what to make of that revelation.
Sally got the Astroglide and was applying it to my cock. Within seconds, I was rock hard. She was kneeling between my legs with her feet up under her ass. She had me scoot down so my ass was resting on her thighs just above her knees and my legs were spread and bent over her legs. This had the effect of making my cock and balls very available to her.
Sally had been wearing a light robe which she still had on, but had undone it and opened widely, so I had nowhere to look but at those fantastic tits.
When she started to stoke, the lube made the sensation incredibly light. She was stroking slowly and lightly. It felt fantastic at first. I was building very slowly, very slowly indeed under the circumstances, to an orgasm I knew I wouldn't have. That in itself is something that tears at the mind.
As compared to Tuesday night, the last time she'd done a straight hand job, she spent much more time making sure she teased my cock head and fondled my balls as she slowly stroked my shaft. I was squirming in no time.
I looked at Sally's face. She had what could only be described as a shit-eating grin. I looked at her tits and my cock swelled some more. Her nipples were dark and very turgid, sticking out more than I could ever remember.
"I'm not going to ask you to make me cum this morning, horny as I am. I just don't think it would be fair. But you have to promise to do an extra good job tonight. Promise?" she said as she gently squeezed my balls and did a doorknob job on my very sensitive glans!
"YES, yes, I promise!" came out of my mouth. I don't even know why. I'd have promised to fly around the room when she was finished if she'd asked. In my present state I might have been capable of doing so.
Sally pushed me right to the edge and then held me there for a very long time, longer than I had ever imagined possible. When I could hold out no longer, she backed off, but never stopped completely. My mind was spinning. I couldn't figure this out. I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life, yet she was somehow able to keep stimulating me for long periods of time, longer than even a few days ago, without pushing me over the edge.
I was squirming and finally before the time was up, I was reduced to groveling. "Please, PLEASE Sally, make me cum. I can't stand this any more. My balls ache so bad and my cock is throbbing, PLEASE make me cum!"
"Oh Joel, you only have today and tomorrow to get through, surely you don't really want to have to start over or go through an even worse treatment, do you?" Sally replied.
I was babbling something nearly incoherent. Actually I couldn't really think, I just wanted so desperately to cum. Sally, while replying, made no move to let up her tormenting stimulations.
I was squirming and moaning and trying to keep from screaming. Finally the time was up and Sally stopped. My cock throbbed and my balls ached, and I still had the entire weekend ahead of me. I didn't think I was going to be able to take it.
The morning went by without incident other than my constant dull aching balls, but that afternoon things took a turn for the worse. The weather got quite warm and Sally insisted that we do the yard work project I'd been promising to help her with for weeks. Sally put on a pair of very short, tight shorts and a bikini top that covered almost none of her lovely breasts. As we worked, she very obviously flaunted (there is no other appropriate word) her wonderful body. She knew it was driving me crazy and she loved it. She kept brushing up against me with her leg, her arm, or her chest, and occasionally she would brush against my constantly hard cock.
I finally got irritated. "Sally, Damn it! This is hard enough without you tormenting me like this!"
"Oh Joel, don't be such a pill. Playing with your cock this much has made me really horny, that's all. And now I'm just having a little fun. Besides, you should be glad I find you so sexy. I can't wait for tonight, both to play with that wonderful cock of yours and to get the extra special cum you promised me. I'll tell you what. You take this like a good sport for the rest of the weekend and I promise that Monday night when this is all over, I'll make you cum as many times as you can stand, any way you want. I'll be your sex slave for the whole night, okay?"
Well, what could I say? Her offer all by itself made my cock spring to its full hardness. Besides, what choice did I have and now at least I'd get some payback. Of course I agreed.
"But, no more complaining and whining or the deal is off, okay?"
Again I agreed. Sally was even more rambunctious the rest of the day.
That night was a replay of the night before, but when it was over Sally said, "Now for the 'extra good cum' you promised. I want to just lay back and enjoy you licking my cunt!" This was yet another step forward for my previously reserved wife.
Just as she said, Sally lay back and just enjoyed. She squirmed and moaned. After cumming as much as she had, it took longer than usual for her to get off this time, but not as long as I would have expected. And when she did cum, she exploded with a scream. Usually Sally is a rather quite lover, but not this time.
"God that was the best yet!" she said as she rolled over and drifted off to sleep. I, on the other hand, didn't sleep for a long time.
I awoke Sunday to Sally stroking my cock. She couldn't wait to get started she said. In seven days there had been a definite transformation in Sally. I was pretty sure this was not a good thing for me!
She finished our 20-minute session with zeal and bounced off the bed and into the rest of the day. Sunday she was even more flirty and teasy. More brushing up against me, bending over provocatively and providing cleavage shots whenever she could. She frequently would rub my cock through my shorts, and when I would start to say anything she just reminded me that I said I wouldn't be whiny. She also reminded me frequently what the reward would be if I behaved. "Just think of me sliding my lips over your cock until you explode in my mouth!" she'd say. Listening to her made the day even worse.
Sunday night was déjà vu all over again! She kept me on the very edge of cumming for a long time, while I licked her to orgasm after orgasm. At the end she lay back again while I gave her one more shattering orgasm.
As she was drifting off to sleep she whispered, "Tomorrow night will make it all worth while!"
Once again it took me a very long time to fall asleep.
On Monday, as you can imagine, I was very anxious to get this ordeal over with. I was to meet Sally at the doctor's office at 1:00. The morning went by very slowly. At 12:45 I was sitting in the waiting room. At 1:05 Sally strolled in.
