Teasing My Husband

Well, he asked for it!  We had been watching a porn movie featuring male teasing and orgasm denial and he casually said afterwards that he would like to try it.  I do love a challenge, but I didn’t want him to have any prior warning in case he backed out.

So I waited nearly six weeks to give him plenty of time to forget about it. One Saturday night, I prepared cord restraints on all four corners of our bed, carefully hidden by pillows and bedclothes.  I knew he was horny and wanted sex, so I played along for a while, then suggested I climbed on top and rode him cowgirl, which I knew he loved.  Once I was on top and impaled on his lovely cock he relaxed as I told him I would milk him slowly. He closed his eyes as I gently slid up and down and slowly prepared the cords. Then, snap, on went the first cuff and by the time he opened his eyes and realised what was going on, the second one was on the other hand. I immediately dismounted leaving his cock glistening and straining while pointed at the ceiling. I circled round the bed and made quick work of restraining his legs leaving him looking like a beached starfish. The look on his face was priceless as I reminded him of his wish to try teasing and denial.

Perhaps I should start by saying that we had been married for nearly 20 years, so I knew his body and how it responded to every stimulus.  I also knew all his tells and trigger points so I could see how close he was to cumming.  To be fair, he was just the same and knew my body equally as well, so I knew full well that what I was about to do would be repaid with interest when he was good and ready. Lucky me!

I started with oral teasing. Licking slowly up and down his shaft very lightly and paying special attention to that sensitive spot where his foreskin joined.  Of course, he was already trying to move to get more contact, but I kept only the tip of my tongue in contact. After a few more slow up and down licks I moved to a swirl around the crown, again with just the barest contact with the tip of my tongue. That produced a gasp straight away. Being uncircumcised his head was always very sensitive once the skin was pulled back.  He called me a bitch.  Charming, but I hadn’t even started yet!  Up and down, round the crown, repeat. Many times. I do love the taste of meat, especially when that special male sauce starts to seep out in anticipation of the main course.  But that was a long way off.  After a good 15 minutes of this, I finally allowed him the pleasure of my slippery mouth enveloping him. He sighed and thanked me. Just a few bobs up and down with my lips then a few cheeky nips with my teeth on his soft foreskin to remind him I was in control. He called me a bitch again!  Back to just my tongue then. Same as before, up down and around, repeat.  The first tells were now visible showing his increasing arousal. Pre-cum leaking and he closed his eyes, obviously trying to concentrate because normally he prefers to watch my every move. A good sign that he really wanted to last as long as possible rather than just cave in. Not that I would have let him. It was half an hour of this repeat cycle before I felt the next giveaway. He started flexing his buttocks and raising his hips.  Not long now then!  So I stopped and left him laying there while I went downstairs for a drink.  I heard the word “bitch “again as I smiled and walked away, but this time louder and more meaningful.  I must have been doing a good job then lol.

I didn’t want to leave him too long in case he went of the boil so to speak, but I needn’t have worried as when I returned, he was still fully hard and throbbing nicely.  “Am I still a bitch?” I asked him. “Yes, but a very beautiful bitch” was his reply. Creep lol. I playfully slapped his hard cock a couple of times and watched it twitch in anticipation of more. I climbed onto the bed and straddled him again. I let my pussy hover over his cock and saw it twitch again, eager to be engulfed. I sank down an inch until my lips brushed the tip briefly. He looked at me defiantly and I heard that word again. “Bitch”. He was playing the game. Trying to goad me into doing what he wanted. He knew full well I loved impaling myself on him. I lowered myself another inch and his head nestled just in my vulva. Then suddenly I plunged all the way down and stayed there.  I could feel him hot and throbbing in me and I loved that feeling so I just relaxed and enjoyed it. Then I began to move on him like the cowgirl rubbing herself on the pommel of her saddle. I kept that up for a couple of minutes. His breathing increased and he closed his eyes again, so I stopped and just sat there again. Then I slowly withdrew until just the tip was inside me again. He looked at me hoping I would sink back down on him and continue the slow rocking, but I climbed off and he sighed in frustration.  

Since I was a girl and started masturbating, I have always tasted myself. I know its common and most women do it, but it still seems dirty and taboo somehow. Tasting my fingers is one thing, but sucking my juices off my husband’s cock is altogether more delicious, and I savoured it as I went back down on him.  He groaned in pleasure and this time I knew he was getting closer.  It was tempting to keep going and let him explode in my mouth, but I wanted to witness this explosion, so I stopped and employed another tactic to increase his need.  

I discovered early in our marriage that my husband likes to talk dirty when we have sex.  Luckily for him, so do I.  I learned from several boyfriends at university that men enjoy a woman talking slutty and filthy to them, so I knew how to do it.  It works both ways of course. I love him telling me all the things he wants to do to me and how he wants me to react like the filthy bitch he knows I really am in the bedroom, as opposed to his respectable wife and mother of our children.  Not to mention the proper schoolteacher who stands in front of her class every day in asexual calm and authority.  If only they knew lol.

I need to have complete eye contact when I talk dirty. I have to see the effect of my words. I had already decided how this was going to end, so I told him bluntly that I was going to wank his cock into oblivion at my own pace and there was nothing he could do about it. No amount of begging, pleading or threatening would make me change my mind. As I said this, I began to slowly stroke him.  He was already slick with his own pre-cum and my juices and saliva, so there was minimal friction to begin with. He would buck and grind to try and increase the pressure of my fingers, but I knew what I was doing. Time passed slowly. I would imagine for him it felt even longer as he built up to his plateau and wanted to reach the peak. All the while I kept up a running commentary of his favourite sexual acts, describing them in intricate detail and using the words he loved during sex, but would probably shudder at on other occasions being the gentleman he always was. “I bet you would love to be pounding my cunt”. “Do you remember when I sat on your face and gushed so hard in your mouth that you nearly choked.” 

He was moaning constantly now. Laboured breathing, twitching muscles, all the signs he was nearing the end. One thing I didn’t want to do was spoil it. He had to erupt not dribble. If I went too far but then stopped too soon, he tended to do that. So, I told him what I wanted.  “Are you ready to cover me in your sperm?  I need every last drop, and I am going to milk you hard and fast until you are completely drained and spent.” The look in his eye was priceless.  Needy, desperate and yet as happy as a child to please me.  I sat between his spread thighs, legs over his, pointing towards his head, my breasts directly above his aimed cock.  I grabbed it firmly and began a two-handed alternate stroke like he loved.  He began to shake underneath me and his cock seemed to grow ever bigger under my fingers.  Then I used my bottom hand to clasp the base of his cock and cup his balls while my top hand furiously pumped the shaft and tip. He gasped and shook all over as an absolute fountain of cum shot up at me and landed on my chin and neck running down across my breasts. All the time I was encouraging him, “Good boy, well done, keep it cumming, ooh its so warm and sticky.”  All the things I knew he would love to hear me say.

He went utterly limp after his last spasm and dribbled a little more down his slowly deflating cock.  I scooped that up and tasted it, winking at him.  He looked exhausted and I leaned forward and kissed him deeply.  When he finally spoke, he just said, “I fucking love you.”  Job done!