A Little Spell 3
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 8:26 pm
THREE
She slowly stripped once they went into the bedroom, deliberately drawing it out for his anticipation. He’d seen his wife naked a thousand times before, of course, but with the way she was taking control, the removal of every piece made his cock twitch with anticipation. As she finally slid off her skirt, the last piece, Scott moved to embrace her. He tried to catch her by surprise, think about something else, but her nude body and the psychic hand on his cock made it impossible to focus on anything other than a plan to grab her, push her onto the bed, and enter her. She still had her back to him as she took her clothes and placed them in the hamper.
He was just a few inches from her when he suddenly froze. The psychic hand squeezed him tightly and he gasped as he felt his body enveloped in a tingling sensation, her magic working its way through his muscles. She turned to him and smiled, and the site of her entranced him. She giggled and said, “Ah, ah, ah. It’s shower time now, naughty boy.” She flicked the tip of his cock again, and giggled once more as his blush returned. She went to the bathroom and turned on the water, only then releasing Scott from her magic bonds. The phantom hand had stopped stroking him, and was now slowly, rhythmically squeezing him, every squeeze making his breath catch for a moment. He all but stumbled into the bathroom. The water was quick to heat up, and she was already giving herself a first rinse.
Scott joined her, and she handed him the shower sponge. “You scrub me first, then I’ll scrub you.” Scott nodded, and soaped up the sponge, then began to rub it over her body. She sighed softly as he washed her every nook and curve, front and back. Numerous times, he tried to press himself against her, but her magic stopped him from getting just close enough. She chided him when he uncontrollably thrust his hips whenever he got too close.
She even leaned forward more dramatically than she needed to for him to scrub her back, forcing his cock to come within a hairsbreadth of her ass. She arched herself, raising her ass a bit so that, if he could have just thrust a half an inch closer, he would have entered her sex. Even as he washed her back, he trembled with desire, his cock twitching crazily, less than an inch from her pussy, which was dripping with her juices once again.
And when he did wash between her legs, she made him take her time, with tender strokes between her legs, which of course, only coaxed more wetness from her. “Oh, you bad boy,” she said as she leaned into his touches. “I’m trying to get clean, and you keep forcing me to make a mess! Naughty, naughty thing!” She reached down and flicked him twice, a little harder this time, and Scott blushed furiously. It didn’t hurt, but he felt like a puppy being batted on the nose with a newspaper.
Then it was her turn to wash him. She made him stand outside the flow of water, kissing down his body just before she soaped each part, until he was completely covered drenched in suds, with the exception of his cock, which she avoided completely. Even the phantom hand simply held him, not stroking or squeezing. Then, she removed the detachable shower head and aimed it at him, switching it to a rapid-burst pulse. She giggled at him as she hosed him down, especially when he jumped as she made the spray shoot right between his ass cheeks.
Then, she reattached the shower head, and soaped up her hands. “Now its time to clean that naughty thing,” she said, nodding to his cock, which lurched at the thought.
Scott swallowed hard. “Angie…” he said softly. “Please… let me—”
Angie silenced him with a finger to her lips. “Turn around,” she said. Scott obeyed, and she pressed her wet body fully against his. Scott let out a lustful breath, feeling her soft, firm skin against him, her breasts pressing to his back, her chin resting on his shoulder. Then, she reached around and grasped his cock with her slick hands. Scott’s hips bucked immediately, and he reached out to grab the wall. “Easy now,” said Angie, and Scott felt her magic seizing his body once more. It did not hold him tightly, he could still squirm and buck, but he could tell from the way it held him that it would keep him from falling over in the shower.
As Angie slowly soaped up his cock, he could feel the phantom hand return. No, not one hand, but two. As Angie’s own hands slid up the shaft, the phantom pair slid down. Scott let out a shuddering groan as the overlapping handjobs drove him quickly to the brink. His already overly teased cock and aching balls, combined with the enhanced sensitivity his wife had given him, made it take only seconds before he was ready to cum. But even as he tried, he was denied by her magic, forcing him to endure as she stroked him with loving attention, her fingers seeming to find every single hotspot and special stroke.
His hands clenched into fists and he shuddered, hips bucking. “Angie!” he gasped. Angie just kissed the back his neck, finding that hidden erogenous zone that always made him swoon with pleasure, and flush with embarrassment at how easily she could make him melt with the right touch there. He all but mewed, face crimson, as he shivered from her kiss and her hands, and all the while, his sweet ache in his balls throbbed intensely.
Finally, she stopped, and made him turn around. He was shaking like a leaf, but her magic kept him from slipping as she turned the water on his cock, using a gentle spray this time. When they got out of the shower, she toweled him off before drying herself, giving him time to try and cool down. She lingered on his cock once more, and he thrust into her cloth covered hand instinctively. Precum collected on the towel and she giggled. “So much for staying clean!” she said, and flicked him gently again.
When he could finally catch his breath, she had already gone into the bedroom and changed into a pair of pants and a tee-shirt. He went over to the dresser and opened it, but when he tried to put on some of his clothes, he found he couldn’t. He cursed as it took a couple of tries before he remembered Angie had made it so he was compelled to be naked around the house.
Angie chuckled and kissed him as he turned to her, blushing again. His cock twitched happily for her to see, oblivious to Scott’s shame. “Oh, baby,” she said. “You look so adorable like that.” She kissed him again.
Scott tried to compose himself. “So, now what?” he said.
Angie tapped her chin. “Hmm… I guess you didn’t get a chance to do your morning walk, huh?” Scott shook his head. “Alright, then, how about we hit the trail for a bit? And then, maybe we can get something to eat, say, at that grill you like?”
Scott brightened at that. Some fresh air and food sounded nice about now. “Sounds good.” He paused and looked down at himself though. “Um… so, can I get dressed now.”
Angie laughed. “Not in the house, silly!”
Scott looked at her wide eyed. “Angie! You mean…”
“Yep, you’ll have to get dressed outside,” she said.
“Angie, for fuck’s sake,” he said. “There’s got to be a limit to this.”
Angie frowned, and kissed him. She reached down, and lightly traced a fingertip along his length, teasingly up and down. “Come on, baby. You’ll just have to grab some clothes, go outside, and jump into them real quick. You’re a guy, it’ll only take you a couple seconds to get dressed.”
Scott swallowed hard, his cock jumping at her touch. “Can’t we, uh, compromise or something? Make, like, the garage a clothes-safe zone?”
Angie smiled. “Now, where’s the fun in that?” She reached around and gave his ass a light spank. “Just go on out there real quick.” She grabbed her purse and headed out the door. “Don’t keep me waiting!”
Scott hesitated, trembling with nervousness. Good Christ, this was getting to be too much! Still, she was right, when he was in a hurry, he could throw on some clothes in ten seconds flat. He grabbed everything he needed, then came down the stairs, even as he felt the phantom hand return to his cock, tugging him insistently.
He started for the back door, intending to use the privacy of the backyard, but the hand tugged him towards the front. He let out a groan. Was Angie going to cut him any slack? It didn’t appear so, as the hand guided him to the front, where the door was already open, Angie smiling at him through the storm door. Swallowing once more, Scott came outside, then hurriedly started pulling his clothes on. To his great relief, he found he actually could!
Even as he did so, however, he heard a couple whistles as two female joggers ran by the house and saw him. Angie laughed and gave the two an appreciative wave, even as Scott flushed with humiliation. When he’d finally dressed, he buried his face in his hands.
“I can’t believe you made me do that!” he said.
Angie giggled again and kissed him deeply. “Hey, you got complimented,” she said. “Don’t feel so bad. Now, come along.”
“Um, Angie, I’m still hard,” he said.
“Hey, that’s not my fault,” she said. “Maybe you just like being caught naked!” She laughed.
“What? No!” he said. However, as they stood there, his cock began to slowly shrink. It seemed that spell really did turn off once he left the house.
“See?” said Angie. “You were just still excited. Still, it’s no fun for me like this.”
Scott felt a gentle tickling of fingertips along his balls, and immediately, his teased cock responded, jutting straight up.
“Angie!” he hissed, trying to cover himself.
Angie laughed, and the fingertips became a hand, which cupped his sac and gently rolled it. “Come along, puppy, we’re going for a walk.”
“No! Not like this!” he said, trying to back to the house.
“Well, alright,” said Angie. “I guess I can just go to the diner by myself. But it’ll be rather lonely. I don’t know what I’ll do to pass the time.” Scott suddenly stiffened and his eyes went wide as he felt a hot, wet mouth suddenly envelop his cock head. “I might find myself thinking idle, wicked thoughts.” The mouth began to move on his cock, and Scott hissed. “And who knows what may happen as a result? These powers could take a life of there own!”
Shaking, Scott leaned against the wall of the house for support. “Okay! Okay!” The mouth slowly left him with a long, final draw, leaving his cock head with a smooch he could almost hear. Angie laughed, and she had the phantom hand cup him again.
“Excellent,” she said. “Now, come along, my pet.” She started walking and Scott, blushing brightly, quickly came up to walk alongside her, his cock pointing the way.
She slowly stripped once they went into the bedroom, deliberately drawing it out for his anticipation. He’d seen his wife naked a thousand times before, of course, but with the way she was taking control, the removal of every piece made his cock twitch with anticipation. As she finally slid off her skirt, the last piece, Scott moved to embrace her. He tried to catch her by surprise, think about something else, but her nude body and the psychic hand on his cock made it impossible to focus on anything other than a plan to grab her, push her onto the bed, and enter her. She still had her back to him as she took her clothes and placed them in the hamper.
He was just a few inches from her when he suddenly froze. The psychic hand squeezed him tightly and he gasped as he felt his body enveloped in a tingling sensation, her magic working its way through his muscles. She turned to him and smiled, and the site of her entranced him. She giggled and said, “Ah, ah, ah. It’s shower time now, naughty boy.” She flicked the tip of his cock again, and giggled once more as his blush returned. She went to the bathroom and turned on the water, only then releasing Scott from her magic bonds. The phantom hand had stopped stroking him, and was now slowly, rhythmically squeezing him, every squeeze making his breath catch for a moment. He all but stumbled into the bathroom. The water was quick to heat up, and she was already giving herself a first rinse.
Scott joined her, and she handed him the shower sponge. “You scrub me first, then I’ll scrub you.” Scott nodded, and soaped up the sponge, then began to rub it over her body. She sighed softly as he washed her every nook and curve, front and back. Numerous times, he tried to press himself against her, but her magic stopped him from getting just close enough. She chided him when he uncontrollably thrust his hips whenever he got too close.
She even leaned forward more dramatically than she needed to for him to scrub her back, forcing his cock to come within a hairsbreadth of her ass. She arched herself, raising her ass a bit so that, if he could have just thrust a half an inch closer, he would have entered her sex. Even as he washed her back, he trembled with desire, his cock twitching crazily, less than an inch from her pussy, which was dripping with her juices once again.
And when he did wash between her legs, she made him take her time, with tender strokes between her legs, which of course, only coaxed more wetness from her. “Oh, you bad boy,” she said as she leaned into his touches. “I’m trying to get clean, and you keep forcing me to make a mess! Naughty, naughty thing!” She reached down and flicked him twice, a little harder this time, and Scott blushed furiously. It didn’t hurt, but he felt like a puppy being batted on the nose with a newspaper.
Then it was her turn to wash him. She made him stand outside the flow of water, kissing down his body just before she soaped each part, until he was completely covered drenched in suds, with the exception of his cock, which she avoided completely. Even the phantom hand simply held him, not stroking or squeezing. Then, she removed the detachable shower head and aimed it at him, switching it to a rapid-burst pulse. She giggled at him as she hosed him down, especially when he jumped as she made the spray shoot right between his ass cheeks.
Then, she reattached the shower head, and soaped up her hands. “Now its time to clean that naughty thing,” she said, nodding to his cock, which lurched at the thought.
Scott swallowed hard. “Angie…” he said softly. “Please… let me—”
Angie silenced him with a finger to her lips. “Turn around,” she said. Scott obeyed, and she pressed her wet body fully against his. Scott let out a lustful breath, feeling her soft, firm skin against him, her breasts pressing to his back, her chin resting on his shoulder. Then, she reached around and grasped his cock with her slick hands. Scott’s hips bucked immediately, and he reached out to grab the wall. “Easy now,” said Angie, and Scott felt her magic seizing his body once more. It did not hold him tightly, he could still squirm and buck, but he could tell from the way it held him that it would keep him from falling over in the shower.
As Angie slowly soaped up his cock, he could feel the phantom hand return. No, not one hand, but two. As Angie’s own hands slid up the shaft, the phantom pair slid down. Scott let out a shuddering groan as the overlapping handjobs drove him quickly to the brink. His already overly teased cock and aching balls, combined with the enhanced sensitivity his wife had given him, made it take only seconds before he was ready to cum. But even as he tried, he was denied by her magic, forcing him to endure as she stroked him with loving attention, her fingers seeming to find every single hotspot and special stroke.
His hands clenched into fists and he shuddered, hips bucking. “Angie!” he gasped. Angie just kissed the back his neck, finding that hidden erogenous zone that always made him swoon with pleasure, and flush with embarrassment at how easily she could make him melt with the right touch there. He all but mewed, face crimson, as he shivered from her kiss and her hands, and all the while, his sweet ache in his balls throbbed intensely.
Finally, she stopped, and made him turn around. He was shaking like a leaf, but her magic kept him from slipping as she turned the water on his cock, using a gentle spray this time. When they got out of the shower, she toweled him off before drying herself, giving him time to try and cool down. She lingered on his cock once more, and he thrust into her cloth covered hand instinctively. Precum collected on the towel and she giggled. “So much for staying clean!” she said, and flicked him gently again.
When he could finally catch his breath, she had already gone into the bedroom and changed into a pair of pants and a tee-shirt. He went over to the dresser and opened it, but when he tried to put on some of his clothes, he found he couldn’t. He cursed as it took a couple of tries before he remembered Angie had made it so he was compelled to be naked around the house.
Angie chuckled and kissed him as he turned to her, blushing again. His cock twitched happily for her to see, oblivious to Scott’s shame. “Oh, baby,” she said. “You look so adorable like that.” She kissed him again.
Scott tried to compose himself. “So, now what?” he said.
Angie tapped her chin. “Hmm… I guess you didn’t get a chance to do your morning walk, huh?” Scott shook his head. “Alright, then, how about we hit the trail for a bit? And then, maybe we can get something to eat, say, at that grill you like?”
Scott brightened at that. Some fresh air and food sounded nice about now. “Sounds good.” He paused and looked down at himself though. “Um… so, can I get dressed now.”
Angie laughed. “Not in the house, silly!”
Scott looked at her wide eyed. “Angie! You mean…”
“Yep, you’ll have to get dressed outside,” she said.
“Angie, for fuck’s sake,” he said. “There’s got to be a limit to this.”
Angie frowned, and kissed him. She reached down, and lightly traced a fingertip along his length, teasingly up and down. “Come on, baby. You’ll just have to grab some clothes, go outside, and jump into them real quick. You’re a guy, it’ll only take you a couple seconds to get dressed.”
Scott swallowed hard, his cock jumping at her touch. “Can’t we, uh, compromise or something? Make, like, the garage a clothes-safe zone?”
Angie smiled. “Now, where’s the fun in that?” She reached around and gave his ass a light spank. “Just go on out there real quick.” She grabbed her purse and headed out the door. “Don’t keep me waiting!”
Scott hesitated, trembling with nervousness. Good Christ, this was getting to be too much! Still, she was right, when he was in a hurry, he could throw on some clothes in ten seconds flat. He grabbed everything he needed, then came down the stairs, even as he felt the phantom hand return to his cock, tugging him insistently.
He started for the back door, intending to use the privacy of the backyard, but the hand tugged him towards the front. He let out a groan. Was Angie going to cut him any slack? It didn’t appear so, as the hand guided him to the front, where the door was already open, Angie smiling at him through the storm door. Swallowing once more, Scott came outside, then hurriedly started pulling his clothes on. To his great relief, he found he actually could!
Even as he did so, however, he heard a couple whistles as two female joggers ran by the house and saw him. Angie laughed and gave the two an appreciative wave, even as Scott flushed with humiliation. When he’d finally dressed, he buried his face in his hands.
“I can’t believe you made me do that!” he said.
Angie giggled again and kissed him deeply. “Hey, you got complimented,” she said. “Don’t feel so bad. Now, come along.”
“Um, Angie, I’m still hard,” he said.
“Hey, that’s not my fault,” she said. “Maybe you just like being caught naked!” She laughed.
“What? No!” he said. However, as they stood there, his cock began to slowly shrink. It seemed that spell really did turn off once he left the house.
“See?” said Angie. “You were just still excited. Still, it’s no fun for me like this.”
Scott felt a gentle tickling of fingertips along his balls, and immediately, his teased cock responded, jutting straight up.
“Angie!” he hissed, trying to cover himself.
Angie laughed, and the fingertips became a hand, which cupped his sac and gently rolled it. “Come along, puppy, we’re going for a walk.”
“No! Not like this!” he said, trying to back to the house.
“Well, alright,” said Angie. “I guess I can just go to the diner by myself. But it’ll be rather lonely. I don’t know what I’ll do to pass the time.” Scott suddenly stiffened and his eyes went wide as he felt a hot, wet mouth suddenly envelop his cock head. “I might find myself thinking idle, wicked thoughts.” The mouth began to move on his cock, and Scott hissed. “And who knows what may happen as a result? These powers could take a life of there own!”
Shaking, Scott leaned against the wall of the house for support. “Okay! Okay!” The mouth slowly left him with a long, final draw, leaving his cock head with a smooch he could almost hear. Angie laughed, and she had the phantom hand cup him again.
“Excellent,” she said. “Now, come along, my pet.” She started walking and Scott, blushing brightly, quickly came up to walk alongside her, his cock pointing the way.