Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress - Sex Stories

Reluctant Loving Cuckoldress

... listening to my orgasmic cries. He was thrusting his hips, touching his cage, and his breathing was ragged.

When I was finished, I regarded his desperation. I thought, "he asked for this" and rolled over to sleep, spent. Fuck him. Or not.

The next morning I unlocked him. I did not care if he masturbated. Hell, I was, right? But I was not having sex with him either. It was not out of malice. He was the one who said I deserved to cum when someone made love to me. I had masturbated for years now while he got to use me for a human fuck toy. So we could just both take care of ourselves.

I know I am sounding like a cruel, vindictive bitch. It really was not like that. Aside from bed, Trent was, and is, a wonderful husband. He treats me great, and we love each other. I felt guilty about not having intercourse with him. But after what he had said, it felt ridiculous to do so.

What surprised me was that after the third date, repeating the same process of failed date, my masturbation and his denial, HE asked to change things.

The next morning as I went to place my key into his lock, he placed his hand over the padlock, blocking the key.

I looked at him like he was crazy. I was amazed at his words.

"I don't deserve to cum until you get to cum... the right way..."

I was taken aback. I knew what I said next would make him fold like a cheap lawn chair.

"Are you sure about that? We have no idea how long it will be... because I am not just going to fuck anybody, ...

... and I am not going to give in to somebody just to give you relief. It could be weeks... or months... or never."

He shuddered. But then he nodded.

"You had better be damned sure. Because if you ask for this, it won't matter if you change your mind, it won't matter how much you beg. And I need to hear you say it."

He took in a deep breath. Then he said firmly, "I don't deserve to be let out... I don't deserve to cum, until you get a proper orgasm from a man..."

I was shocked. I placed the key back around my neck, letting it fall between my breasts. The idea that he was willing to do that for me... that he really was serious about my needs "cumming" first, and his obvious need, aroused me to no end. I masturbated myself to several orgasms while he lay there and trembled.

Candy did not manage to find someone for me every week. Sometimes it was two weeks before the next date. And I meant what I had said... it had to be someone I trusted and wanted.

It was THREE months before I went on a date with Malcolm, who finally managed to tick all the boxes. He was very handsome, in great shape, charming, and appeared to be forthright. I had been honest about my situation. He not only asked questions about my feelings, but also about Trent's. In the end, I invited him home after our third date.

I asked him to wait in the living room. Then I went to the bedroom and told Trent "it" was happening. I directed him to sit in a chair we had prepared in a corner of our bedroom ...