Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress - Sex Stories

Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress

... my vibe so I can cum, please."

I had him kneel before me and watch where I put the vibe while I got myself off, crying out with some much-needed relief. I could tell his penis was straining inside it's prison.

The next morning when I awoke, I shook him awake. "Pussy practice." I pushed his head down toward my center.

He had obviously done his homework. He was finally hitting the right spots, but he needed practice on how long to stay there, what motions to use, and most of all... reading my responses.

Finally, after nearly forty-five minutes, he managed to give me a mild orgasm. I held his head in place while I came on his face with a soft sigh.

I pushed him away, "That was much better, honey. We both know you have to get much better, but at least you got me off..."

This became a routine. At least once a day, often more, out of the blue I would say, "Pussy practice." He would stop what he was doing and drop between my thighs. It might be in bed, on the couch watching TV, even standing in the kitchen or sitting on the patio.

He gradually improved, and eventually was providing me with several intense orgasms each time. But... not as good as Malcolm had. I was fortunate my husband is honest... he had seen Malcolm's work, and was the first to say he did not compare yet.

One night I saw him sitting on the couch and his caged penis was bouncing upwards repeatedly while we watched a movie. When I asked what he was doing, he explained he was exercising his ...

... Kegel muscles. It was supposed to help with stamina. I was impressed! I wished I could let him make love to me, or masturbate, to see if it was working. But I had told him he could not cum until he mastered cunnilingus.

Then I remembered what I had read about edging. I chortled with devious excitement, which drew a look from him. I was sitting in the recliner. I had him stand up in front of me. I leaned forward and without removing the key from my necklace, unlocked his cage. "Take it off."

He got really excited, and of course his cock was hard in an instant once it was free.

I spoke sternly, if mischievously, "You will NOT cum. We are going to test whether your exercises are working or not."

He was standing next to my seat. I wrapped my hand around his manhood and began stroking him slowly. I have to admit he felt good in my fist.

"Use what you have learned to hold out as long as you can. If you feel you are about to lose it, tell me. If you cum tonight, there WILL be repercussions."

I stroked him, played with his spongy head and his testicles. I changed my pace often. And never looked at him... I kept my focus on the movie.

If I felt he was getting close... thrusting, his balls drawing up, pulsing too much, or if he begged me to stop, I would let go until he calmed down.

Out of the corner of my eye I would watch as his dick bounced, pulsed, or leaked pre-cum each time I edged him. This was fucking amazing! He was breathing hard and I could tell he was ...