A case of the Mondays
Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 3:33 am
When people talked about Mondays being bad, his day could be the perfect example. First the car not starting making him late. Then his incompetent coworkers left him with a slew of issues to fix along with his own work load. His boss coming down on him for problems that were not his fault and then to top it all off he ended up stuck in the worst rush-hour traffic he’d seen in a long time.
On top of all of that he was horny. Really horny. He wanted nothing more than to just get home and to fuck his wife, hard. But even that wasn’t going to happen this Monday. They were trying to get pregnant and they had been on a strict every-other-day sex schedule. Today was not a sex day.
Now most men would jump at the chance to get guaranteed sex every other day. But to him, the routine had taken the spontaneity and romance out of making love. The schedule had turned sex into little more than an every-other-day sperm deposit. Yes, it still felt good he supposed, but each time it made sex feel less and less enjoyable. With a sigh of frustration he gathered his belonging and headed in the house.
“Honey, can you come up here please.” His wife called from the office upstairs.
He sighed again. With the way his day had been going this was sure to be his wife having computer issues once again. She kept insisting on clicking any link that said Free Bubble Burst Games and kept getting viruses. Oh well, he had gotten cleaning up her hard-drive down to a science (thanks in part to dealing with similar issues he had as a teenager when he was obtaining free “stuff” on the internet).
He went up the stairs and down the hall to the office. When he got there he stopped dead in his tracks. Sitting in the office chair was his wife in high-heels, black thigh-high stockings attached to a garter belt (his favorite) and a lacy push-up bra that was doing such a good job he thought her breasts might burst right out at any second. Her hair was down and in curls and her lips a striking shade of red.
She looked at him just the slightest smirk “Go put on your slave outfit on.”
This really got his heart racing. Normally his wife was very vanilla when it came to sex. She new about his fetishes and every once in a while could be talked into having kinky sex with him. But normally this was only after much begging and pleading. She rarely ever initiated kinky sex on her own. He was dieing to find out what she had in store for him.
His “slave outfit” was little more than a pair of thong briefs they had gotten at the local sex shop and some leather wrist cuffs. He was already getting aroused, making it hard to contain himself within the briefs, but they were pretty tight and kept him from getting any stiffer.
With his outfit in place he returned to the office. His wife signaled for him to come over to her. She grabbed his hands and put them behind his back to lock them in place. Her breast were brushing up against his bulging crotch area only adding to the strain of his penis as it struggled to erect itself inside its fabric encasing.
“On your knees” she ordered.
He immediately obeyed. She then slowly uncrossed her legs and spread them wide open. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She revealed her naked sex, it’s scent filling the room. His cock strained to get hard inside his slave outfit.
She leaned over and whispered in his ear “make me cum.” Then she leaned back in her chair pulling his head down into her crotch with her. Without hesitation he began to lick her vigorously.
Now when he usually went down on his wife, she would be one of two mindsets. The first would be to cum as soon as possible. Usually he could recognize the signs that she wanted to get there fast. Her legs would stiffen, her toes curled tight, tension throughout her whole body, almost trying to will an orgasm to happen. She would also give him guidance, “lick right there, up a little more, faster...”
Other times she wanted to drag it out. She would want to enjoy the sensations he was providing her as long as possible. She wouldn’t give him any directions and would shift around to change the focus of the sensations she was feeling. When she got on the edge she would pull away slightly allowing her to come back down off the edge then had him keep going. Times like these usually took a while.
Right now was definitely one of the latter circumstances. Only the slight rocking of her hips and her subtle moans of pleasure gave him any indication that he was giving her any pleasure at all. Normally he would also use his fingers to speed the process along but with his hands restrained behind his back that wasn’t possible.
Only being able to use his tongue to try and give her the orgasm she demanded, he began to tire. His neck began to get sore and his tongue and jaw were aching. But every time he felt like he might need to stop, the moans would get just a little bit louder, making him think he was getting close, giving him the motivation to push a little longer.
This back-and-forth of nearly giving up only to push harder went on for a good thirty minutes before the unmistakable signs that he had finally pushed her over the edge. He furiously attacked her clit as the orgasm hit her. She cried out in ecstasy and her whole body shook from the waves of sensations, she was holding his head in place while she rode out the waves of this orgasm, leaving him little choice but to continue his pleasuring of her.
Once she finally released his head from her grasp he stood up to stretch out his neck and back that were cramping something fierce by the time she finally had cum.
For him there was almost nothing more arousing than listening to his wife's moans of pleasure and watching her react to a powerful orgasm such as the one she just had. He could still taste and smell her juices on his face. His penis was now straining and throbbing trying to escape out of the restrictive outfit he was wearing.
His wife leaned forward and slowly began to rub up and down the bulge of his underwear only adding to the tension he was experiencing in that area.
“You make me feel SO good” She said.
She leaned her head against his thigh so her mouth was right next to his cock. He could feel her warm breath on it through the fabric as she spoke.
“That was an amazing orgasm, I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
She was still rubbing his cock through his pants and he thought it might rip right through them with how much it was trying to get hard.
“I think you deserve a reward after that.”
She turned and faced his cock and grabbed his underwear by the waste band and very, very slowly began to slide them down. But just as his manhood was finally about to spring free she suddenly stopped and looked up at him.
“But unfortunately for you, today is not a sex day so you will have to wait for tomorrow. We wouldn’t want to hurt our chances of getting pregnant now, would we?”
His heart simultaneously jumped and sank at the same time. On one hand he had always hoped to unleash this side of his wife and had always had a tease and denial fetish. On the other hand, he had never been more turned on in his life and wasn’t sure if he could handle waiting for his own sexual release. His frustrations from early in the day were completely replaced with a sexual frustration that was to him both unbearable and incredibly arousing all at the same time.
His wife, reading his face, just giggled. “Come on now, it’s only one day. Just think if we weren’t trying to get pregnant I could make you wait much longer if I wanted to.”
A hint of things to come? He had always wished for a woman to do this to him, now he was wondering if he would come to regret that wish.
His wife leaned back and smiled. “Don’t worry, I promise tomorrow will be a day you won’t forget. In the mean time...” she pointed to her crotch “... get back down there and do it again.”
On top of all of that he was horny. Really horny. He wanted nothing more than to just get home and to fuck his wife, hard. But even that wasn’t going to happen this Monday. They were trying to get pregnant and they had been on a strict every-other-day sex schedule. Today was not a sex day.
Now most men would jump at the chance to get guaranteed sex every other day. But to him, the routine had taken the spontaneity and romance out of making love. The schedule had turned sex into little more than an every-other-day sperm deposit. Yes, it still felt good he supposed, but each time it made sex feel less and less enjoyable. With a sigh of frustration he gathered his belonging and headed in the house.
“Honey, can you come up here please.” His wife called from the office upstairs.
He sighed again. With the way his day had been going this was sure to be his wife having computer issues once again. She kept insisting on clicking any link that said Free Bubble Burst Games and kept getting viruses. Oh well, he had gotten cleaning up her hard-drive down to a science (thanks in part to dealing with similar issues he had as a teenager when he was obtaining free “stuff” on the internet).
He went up the stairs and down the hall to the office. When he got there he stopped dead in his tracks. Sitting in the office chair was his wife in high-heels, black thigh-high stockings attached to a garter belt (his favorite) and a lacy push-up bra that was doing such a good job he thought her breasts might burst right out at any second. Her hair was down and in curls and her lips a striking shade of red.
She looked at him just the slightest smirk “Go put on your slave outfit on.”
This really got his heart racing. Normally his wife was very vanilla when it came to sex. She new about his fetishes and every once in a while could be talked into having kinky sex with him. But normally this was only after much begging and pleading. She rarely ever initiated kinky sex on her own. He was dieing to find out what she had in store for him.
His “slave outfit” was little more than a pair of thong briefs they had gotten at the local sex shop and some leather wrist cuffs. He was already getting aroused, making it hard to contain himself within the briefs, but they were pretty tight and kept him from getting any stiffer.
With his outfit in place he returned to the office. His wife signaled for him to come over to her. She grabbed his hands and put them behind his back to lock them in place. Her breast were brushing up against his bulging crotch area only adding to the strain of his penis as it struggled to erect itself inside its fabric encasing.
“On your knees” she ordered.
He immediately obeyed. She then slowly uncrossed her legs and spread them wide open. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She revealed her naked sex, it’s scent filling the room. His cock strained to get hard inside his slave outfit.
She leaned over and whispered in his ear “make me cum.” Then she leaned back in her chair pulling his head down into her crotch with her. Without hesitation he began to lick her vigorously.
Now when he usually went down on his wife, she would be one of two mindsets. The first would be to cum as soon as possible. Usually he could recognize the signs that she wanted to get there fast. Her legs would stiffen, her toes curled tight, tension throughout her whole body, almost trying to will an orgasm to happen. She would also give him guidance, “lick right there, up a little more, faster...”
Other times she wanted to drag it out. She would want to enjoy the sensations he was providing her as long as possible. She wouldn’t give him any directions and would shift around to change the focus of the sensations she was feeling. When she got on the edge she would pull away slightly allowing her to come back down off the edge then had him keep going. Times like these usually took a while.
Right now was definitely one of the latter circumstances. Only the slight rocking of her hips and her subtle moans of pleasure gave him any indication that he was giving her any pleasure at all. Normally he would also use his fingers to speed the process along but with his hands restrained behind his back that wasn’t possible.
Only being able to use his tongue to try and give her the orgasm she demanded, he began to tire. His neck began to get sore and his tongue and jaw were aching. But every time he felt like he might need to stop, the moans would get just a little bit louder, making him think he was getting close, giving him the motivation to push a little longer.
This back-and-forth of nearly giving up only to push harder went on for a good thirty minutes before the unmistakable signs that he had finally pushed her over the edge. He furiously attacked her clit as the orgasm hit her. She cried out in ecstasy and her whole body shook from the waves of sensations, she was holding his head in place while she rode out the waves of this orgasm, leaving him little choice but to continue his pleasuring of her.
Once she finally released his head from her grasp he stood up to stretch out his neck and back that were cramping something fierce by the time she finally had cum.
For him there was almost nothing more arousing than listening to his wife's moans of pleasure and watching her react to a powerful orgasm such as the one she just had. He could still taste and smell her juices on his face. His penis was now straining and throbbing trying to escape out of the restrictive outfit he was wearing.
His wife leaned forward and slowly began to rub up and down the bulge of his underwear only adding to the tension he was experiencing in that area.
“You make me feel SO good” She said.
She leaned her head against his thigh so her mouth was right next to his cock. He could feel her warm breath on it through the fabric as she spoke.
“That was an amazing orgasm, I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
She was still rubbing his cock through his pants and he thought it might rip right through them with how much it was trying to get hard.
“I think you deserve a reward after that.”
She turned and faced his cock and grabbed his underwear by the waste band and very, very slowly began to slide them down. But just as his manhood was finally about to spring free she suddenly stopped and looked up at him.
“But unfortunately for you, today is not a sex day so you will have to wait for tomorrow. We wouldn’t want to hurt our chances of getting pregnant now, would we?”
His heart simultaneously jumped and sank at the same time. On one hand he had always hoped to unleash this side of his wife and had always had a tease and denial fetish. On the other hand, he had never been more turned on in his life and wasn’t sure if he could handle waiting for his own sexual release. His frustrations from early in the day were completely replaced with a sexual frustration that was to him both unbearable and incredibly arousing all at the same time.
His wife, reading his face, just giggled. “Come on now, it’s only one day. Just think if we weren’t trying to get pregnant I could make you wait much longer if I wanted to.”
A hint of things to come? He had always wished for a woman to do this to him, now he was wondering if he would come to regret that wish.
His wife leaned back and smiled. “Don’t worry, I promise tomorrow will be a day you won’t forget. In the mean time...” she pointed to her crotch “... get back down there and do it again.”