There have been a number of threads about ruined orgasms. My wife discovered another way to torture me and it's kind of the opposite.
Sometimes my wife returns back from a date and makes me cum before I'm ready, a ****** premature ejaculation. It's leaves me feeling like I just chugged a full glass of aged single malt scotch. It was good...but I didn't really get chance to enjoy it.
When my wife gets home I want us to savor our reconnection, slowly make love and relish every moment. Usually we do just that, but sometimes if she's feeling diabolical, or simply worn out, she'll make me blow my load before I'm ready.
The first time this happened it wasn't some wicked plan of hers, but more about pragmatically getting me to cum so that she could get to sleep. But it was so effective and it so completely mind-fucked me that she keeps it in her little hotwife toolkit. What follows is the backstory of the first time she did just that. If you're not much of a reader you can skip it:
My wife discovered that she can sexually torment me by rapidly bringing me to orgasm before I have a chance savor it.
My wife was out on a date. They went to dinner and she sent me a text that they were heading to a hotel. She had taken very small overnight bag with some toiletries and a change of underclothes, just in case she had too much to drink or if it was too late for her to drive home and she ended up staying overnight. Weirdly, it's easier for me to accept that my wife isn't coming home that night than it is to wait up with an erection all night and nursing a beer. I've learned that if she's going to come home that late then I'm not getting laid anyway, so it's best just to go to bed and be ready with breakfast (or brunch) when she gets home.
So she sent me a message as they were finishing dinner and heading to a hotel. From then on she was radio silent until about midnight. At midnight she told me she would be home shortly. After that I was edging myself in anticipation, but growing more and more anxious as time passed and she still didn't come home. I fell asleep on the couch off and on, and eventually she texted me again in the wee morning hours (after 4AM) that she was now heading home for real.
My wife has trouble leaving any social event. Sometimes at a party or family get together she'll tell me she wants to go home and then she'll spend an hour and a half saying her good-byes, getting another drink, and saying more good-byes. It's no different when she meets up with other men. She'll text me that she's walking out of the hotel, then her friend will walk her to the car, then one last goodnight kiss will lead to my wife pulling down her pants in the parking lot and getting one last bareback fuck while bent over the driver seat [Note: there's a still perceptible cum stain on the suede seat of my sedan as a daily reminder that I'm a cuckold, but that's another story]. Anyway, it's hard to guess when my wife will actually arrive home.
When she texted me at midnight, her friend was in the shower and getting ready to go home himself. She told me that she'd be on her way in a "couple of minutes." When I got that message I started masturbating in excited anticipation. Then she joined him in the shower and soon they were soaping each other and snuggling up against each other. Then kissing. Then he pushed her to her knees. She's described that shower scene to me a dozen times, but I can only imagine it. I was 20 miles away and sitting on our couch with my hand in my pants, staring at the back door and expecting my wife to walk in any minute. But at that moment my wife was kneeling on a hard shower floor, water pouring over her head and face, sucking his cock and licking his balls and ass. She didn't stop until he pulled her to her feet, then pressed my wife up against the shower wall and fucked her from behind. They went back to the bed for yet another round, then ********** naked for a bit. When she woke up an hour or two later her date was between her legs, putting lube on his cock and rubbing it against her pussy lips. They had sex one last time and then called it a night.
It was close to 5AM when my wife walked in the house. I had fallen asleep but woke up when she texted me after 4 that she was finally on her way for real this time. I got up and slowly masturbated and edged while I waited. I heard her pull in and met her at the back door. She looked exhausted and wrecked. She told me later that she knew it would be way too painful for her to have sex with me, even with plenty of lube and my -ahem- modest girth and length. Fucking in the shower had taken it's toll, causing some burning. The last thing she wanted to do was have sex, while I was going crazy with lust. I was all over my wife, kissing her neck and groping her tits and ass as she grabbed my wrists to stop me because of how tender she was. "Gentle, baby. I'm extremely sore...everywhere."
I was rock hard and leaking, and I pushed against my wife to let her know. She dropped her bag and her purse and reached her hand down my pajama pants as I pulled her coat off and threw it on the bench. We stood like that inside the back door, kissing each other as she stroked away. I still entertained the delusion that I was about to make love to my wife, so I told her to slow down, that I was getting too close. But that only made her speed up. She rapidly jacked my throbbing dick, never actually taking it out of my pants. I sort of pulled my hips back but she stepped into me, keeping our lipped locked. I pulled my face away to say "Wait" but she kissed me harder and kept her frenetic pace. A couple more strokes was all it took and I jizzed myself all over the inside of my pajamas. She deliberately made me waste a week's worth of semen and about twelve hours of edging. As soon as I stopped spurting she pulled her hand from my pants, wiped it off on my shirt, kissed my cheek, and got changed for bed. By the time I cleaned myself up she was already in bed and snoring.
It was a stunning mind-fuck that makes my dick twitch when I remember it. It's the contrast, I think. She had fucked another man for the entire night, him making her cum, her making him cum, both of them cumming together. And then the almost clinical way she made me cum. Like she "got rid" of my orgasm as quickly as you would an annoying case of the hiccups. Fuck me. But it makes me rock hard to think about it. She has a couple of techniques if she wants to get me off fast, and I'm helpless if she sets her mind to it.
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Sometimes my wife returns back from a date and makes me cum before I'm ready, a ****** premature ejaculation. It's leaves me feeling like I just chugged a full glass of aged single malt scotch. It was good...but I didn't really get chance to enjoy it.
When my wife gets home I want us to savor our reconnection, slowly make love and relish every moment. Usually we do just that, but sometimes if she's feeling diabolical, or simply worn out, she'll make me blow my load before I'm ready.The first time this happened it wasn't some wicked plan of hers, but more about pragmatically getting me to cum so that she could get to sleep. But it was so effective and it so completely mind-fucked me that she keeps it in her little hotwife toolkit. What follows is the backstory of the first time she did just that. If you're not much of a reader you can skip it:
My wife discovered that she can sexually torment me by rapidly bringing me to orgasm before I have a chance savor it.
My wife was out on a date. They went to dinner and she sent me a text that they were heading to a hotel. She had taken very small overnight bag with some toiletries and a change of underclothes, just in case she had too much to drink or if it was too late for her to drive home and she ended up staying overnight. Weirdly, it's easier for me to accept that my wife isn't coming home that night than it is to wait up with an erection all night and nursing a beer. I've learned that if she's going to come home that late then I'm not getting laid anyway, so it's best just to go to bed and be ready with breakfast (or brunch) when she gets home.
So she sent me a message as they were finishing dinner and heading to a hotel. From then on she was radio silent until about midnight. At midnight she told me she would be home shortly. After that I was edging myself in anticipation, but growing more and more anxious as time passed and she still didn't come home. I fell asleep on the couch off and on, and eventually she texted me again in the wee morning hours (after 4AM) that she was now heading home for real.
My wife has trouble leaving any social event. Sometimes at a party or family get together she'll tell me she wants to go home and then she'll spend an hour and a half saying her good-byes, getting another drink, and saying more good-byes. It's no different when she meets up with other men. She'll text me that she's walking out of the hotel, then her friend will walk her to the car, then one last goodnight kiss will lead to my wife pulling down her pants in the parking lot and getting one last bareback fuck while bent over the driver seat [Note: there's a still perceptible cum stain on the suede seat of my sedan as a daily reminder that I'm a cuckold, but that's another story]. Anyway, it's hard to guess when my wife will actually arrive home.
When she texted me at midnight, her friend was in the shower and getting ready to go home himself. She told me that she'd be on her way in a "couple of minutes." When I got that message I started masturbating in excited anticipation. Then she joined him in the shower and soon they were soaping each other and snuggling up against each other. Then kissing. Then he pushed her to her knees. She's described that shower scene to me a dozen times, but I can only imagine it. I was 20 miles away and sitting on our couch with my hand in my pants, staring at the back door and expecting my wife to walk in any minute. But at that moment my wife was kneeling on a hard shower floor, water pouring over her head and face, sucking his cock and licking his balls and ass. She didn't stop until he pulled her to her feet, then pressed my wife up against the shower wall and fucked her from behind. They went back to the bed for yet another round, then ********** naked for a bit. When she woke up an hour or two later her date was between her legs, putting lube on his cock and rubbing it against her pussy lips. They had sex one last time and then called it a night.
It was close to 5AM when my wife walked in the house. I had fallen asleep but woke up when she texted me after 4 that she was finally on her way for real this time. I got up and slowly masturbated and edged while I waited. I heard her pull in and met her at the back door. She looked exhausted and wrecked. She told me later that she knew it would be way too painful for her to have sex with me, even with plenty of lube and my -ahem- modest girth and length. Fucking in the shower had taken it's toll, causing some burning. The last thing she wanted to do was have sex, while I was going crazy with lust. I was all over my wife, kissing her neck and groping her tits and ass as she grabbed my wrists to stop me because of how tender she was. "Gentle, baby. I'm extremely sore...everywhere."
I was rock hard and leaking, and I pushed against my wife to let her know. She dropped her bag and her purse and reached her hand down my pajama pants as I pulled her coat off and threw it on the bench. We stood like that inside the back door, kissing each other as she stroked away. I still entertained the delusion that I was about to make love to my wife, so I told her to slow down, that I was getting too close. But that only made her speed up. She rapidly jacked my throbbing dick, never actually taking it out of my pants. I sort of pulled my hips back but she stepped into me, keeping our lipped locked. I pulled my face away to say "Wait" but she kissed me harder and kept her frenetic pace. A couple more strokes was all it took and I jizzed myself all over the inside of my pajamas. She deliberately made me waste a week's worth of semen and about twelve hours of edging. As soon as I stopped spurting she pulled her hand from my pants, wiped it off on my shirt, kissed my cheek, and got changed for bed. By the time I cleaned myself up she was already in bed and snoring.
It was a stunning mind-fuck that makes my dick twitch when I remember it. It's the contrast, I think. She had fucked another man for the entire night, him making her cum, her making him cum, both of them cumming together. And then the almost clinical way she made me cum. Like she "got rid" of my orgasm as quickly as you would an annoying case of the hiccups. Fuck me. But it makes me rock hard to think about it. She has a couple of techniques if she wants to get me off fast, and I'm helpless if she sets her mind to it.
great free porn that's good for croissants and frog legs
https://pornogratuitici.com/fr/
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