“Do you know what it means to be ‘pussy-free’?”
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He nodded his head with those puppy-dog eyes. He could be so cute when he was this submissive. “I’m not sure you do,” Sara insisted. “It means your little dick won’t touch any part of my body. No pussy, no anal, no oral, nothing. The only time you’ll be getting off will be with your own hand.” He nodded again in agreement.
She watched him kneeling in front of her as she sat on the couch. The wrapping paper and empty boxes were on the coffee table behind him. The empty envelopes and the greeting cards with their sentiments of love and devotion were lying on the table too. It was their anniversary and she was wearing the diamond tennis bracelet he had just put on her wrist. He bought it at one of those discount jewelry stores in the mall, so it wasn’t too expensive but it sparkled and he was so excited when she opened it. That’s why she was so surprised when he said, “There’s one more thing I’d like to give you,” and he dropped to his knees.
They had been living in a femdom relationship for the past couple of years, so she had assumed it would be another paddle or other disciplinary implement. The last two anniversaries he had given her a leather paddle with ‘Happy Anniversary, Love Your Boy’, and then last year he gave her a short-handled riding crop that was perfect for slapping his penis and balls. She was waiting for him to reach under the couch and pull out a new play toy for their growing collection, but instead, he had said, “I want to be your pussy-free cuckold.”
He had been her cuckold for as long as they’d been a couple. When they first started dating, he hadn’t been aware she was still having sex with her ex-husband. He knew her ex was very well-hung and according to her, “Other than our two girls, our sex life was the best thing he ever gave me.” She knew it turned him on to hear about how good her sex life had been, and he was especially excited when she would tell him “there’s no way you could ever fuck me like he did, but I love that you’re trying so hard to please me.” So, it shouldn’t have surprised her when he asked if she ever thought about having sex with her ex when the two of them traveled to watch their oldest girl play soccer. She asked him, “That wouldn’t bother you if I did?” He assured her it was not only okay with him, but he found the whole idea really hot. She didn’t bother telling him she was already doing it, but after the next soccer road trip they had awesome sex while she told him how her ex ravished her in the hotel room the night before. From then on, their bedroom talk frequently revolved around sex with her ex and the next soccer road trip.
After they were married, her husband, Mike, confessed that one of his biggest fantasies was to be spanked and dominated by his wife. He was a federal agent and explained, “I have chaos all around me every day. I have to make decisions and manage situations that have huge consequences. I know I’m a good leader, but sometimes it would be nice to be a follower for a change. When I get home it would be a relief to have order and discipline and nothing more important than making my wife happy.” That night he got his first spanking across her lap, and she discovered how horny it made her when she spanked and dominated her very masculine husband.
Over time, their relationship evolved to a point where her dominance was a given and she was always finding ways to keep things fresh and exciting for both of them. She decided, whenever the girls weren’t home, he should find erotic stories that turned him on and read them to her while she was cooking dinner. This was a bit of foreplay to get them both in the mood for later that night, and it also gave her a chance to see what kinks he had in his head. More than once, the stories were about chastity and the concept of sexual denial.
“As much as you enjoy jerking off and having sex with me, how in the world could you handle being cut off?” she scoffed. “You’d be begging me for mercy within a week.” Even after almost ten years of marriage, they still had sex several times a week. He laughed and agreed wholeheartedly, but the bulge in his pants hinted at his real feelings.
So, she started using tease and denial more often in their sex play. She would tell him to take her to the bedroom, but there was no need to remove his clothes since he wouldn’t be getting any relief. “I only need your tongue today,” she would tease as she squeezed his cock through his pants. Other times, they would masturbate together and she would tell him to “Play with your little toy while you tell me how you wish I had a big cock in my pussy. A cock that obviously isn’t yours.” He would describe how she would be ravished by her big-cocked lover while he waited to be summoned to do her bidding when they were done. When she was on the verge of bringing herself to orgasm, she would tell him to stop playing with himself and pinch her nipples like her lover would be doing it. After she came, she might tell him to hold her, ignoring his own need for relief.
That was about the same time she started having sex with his best friend, Nick. Mike and Nick had been friends since high school. Mike told her how Nick had a reputation as a well-endowed lover and was constantly being pursued by women. However, Nick fell head over heels in love with Tina, a busty, rough-around-the-edges woman that Sara never really liked much. The couples spent a lot of time together despite the women never having much in common. One night, when Tina had dru_nk too much wine, she called Sara a “stuck-up Catholic school girl” before laughing it off as a joke, but everyone knew she meant it. That’s why Sara wasn’t sorry a few weeks later when Nick came to their house to announce his marriage was over. Apparently, Tina had been slee_ping with a co-worker for the past year and Nick found out when he came home unexpectedly to find them in bed.
“I should have known. We haven’t had sex in almost six months,” he had said on the verge of tears. “We used to have sex almost every day. The woman was insatiable. Then, she was tired or not feeling well or would start a fight with me for no apparent reason. I figured we were just going through a rough patch. Now, I know why she was never in the mood. She had her black lover and was getting all she wanted.”
Later, when Nick went to the bathroom, Sara said sadly to Mike, “The poor guy. He really needs a blowjob.”
Mike responded, “I think he needs a lot more than that.” Sara looked at her husband with questioning eyes. Mike asked in a hushed, surprised voice, “Would you?” Sara shrugged as she considered the question.
It was another hour and a few more glasses of wine before Sara found herself hand-in-hand with her husband’s best friend on the way to the bedroom. Mike slept on the couch that night and listened to his wife’s cries of ecstasy throughout the night. At the breakfast table the next morning, Nick was nervous and apologetic, but Mike assured him everything was fine and Mike told his best friend he hoped it wouldn’t be the last time. It wasn’t.
Now, six months later, Sara was being offered a new evolution in their marriage. Her husband wanted to be her pussy-free cuckold. She remembered a story Mike had read to her one night where a wife decided she wasn’t going to allow her husband to penetrate her anymore. The story had intrigued her and left a big impression. She had wondered, was this just a big fantasy or something that really could happen?
In the story, the wife was avoiding kissing and cuddling because that might lead to her husband expecting sex and she was tired of having unfulfilling intercourse. So, she declared her body off-limits to his penis. “If you’re not giving me any pleasure with it, then you’re just using me to get yourself off. You can use your own hand for that!” After she took control and cut him off from any penetration, the husband and wife had grown much closer. They would hold each other naked for hours and she never had to feel guilty for not allowing him to “get off”. He was free to masturbate to his heart’s content and her pussy was always available and eager for his tongue. As a result, their sex life took off and the couple found themselves closer than ever before.
Sara could imagine herself in that story. Intercourse with Mike rarely brought her to orgasm, but she loved her husband and would feel guilty if she wasn’t giving him the intimacy and sexual gratification he desired. She also felt an intimate connection with him after they fucked, knowing she had satisfied her man. On the other hand, he was the one asking for this and she knew how excited he got whenever she teased and denied him. Perhaps, like the couple in the story, their intimacy would be greater, not less. Now that she was able to have sex with Nick or her ex-husband when she wanted, she was getting a good fucking on a regular basis. She could still have a fulfilling sex life with her husband without allowing his penis in her. For the most part, she had already quit giving him blowjobs. After she started dominating him in the bedroom, she told him oral sex felt like a submissive act that was better suited for the submissive partner. He wanted to protest, but he found her declaration terribly exciting and agreed with her.
“So, tell me why you want to be my pussy-free cuckold. You don’t want to feel your little toy in my pussy anymore? Are all the big boys making you feel inadequate?” she asked in a mocking tone.
Mike’s eyes didn’t have the usual confident, commanding gaze that made people nervous when they were in his presence. His entire demeanor was different than he usually appeared to the rest of the world. His typical squared shoulders and upright posture had given way to an appearance of being humble and meek. He was before his queen and he was her subject. Her devoted, loyal, passionately-committed and subordinate lover.
“When I started high school, my favorite sport was basketball. I always made the little league all-star teams and was always a starter. Then, I barely made the freshman team and realized the playing field had changed. I had to accept that I was too short in the eyes of the coaches and everybody else was getting as fast as me and as good of a player as me. They were getting taller and I would never get as tall as them. So, I switched sports and joined the wrestling team. I became an all-state wrestler by the time I graduated and even got offers to wrestle for some smaller colleges. I never would have found that athlete and experienced the joy of success if I had kept playing basketball. Even if I had found a way to keep making the team, nobody would have viewed me as one of the stars. Instead, I wrestled and they cheered for me at pep rallies and my name was in the paper when I kept winning. I found my place.”
Mike reached for his wife’s hands as he knelt before her. He tried not to squeeze them too hard as he rubbed the backs of her hands with his thumbs affectionately and continued with conviction in his voice, “Over these last couple of years, I’ve never been so excited or felt more devoted to you. And, I know that you love me just as much. Even when you have two great lovers, you still make sure I never feel neglected and that I’m being taken care of sexually as much as anyone. I love that you care for me that much. But, you’ve also been honest with me when I ask you if my ‘toy’ can satisfy you and you admit it is too small and I cum too fast to make that happen. So, it’s obviously selfish of me to expect you to desire that from me. I can pleasure you in so many other ways without doing that. I’m honestly feeling guilty whenever we do have sex now.” He looked at his wife with devoted eyes and said, “I’ve found my place.”
Sara thought tears might well-up in her eyes and she wanted to grab her husband and kiss him, but she maintained her composure as she held his hands. “I can tell you’ve thought a lot about this, and I won’t lie. Denying you sex turns me on. Making you pussy-free won’t be hard for me. I already don’t give you blowjobs anymore and I only let you have my ass when I’m a little tipsy and you’ve been a very good boy. Like you said … I only do it for you. Not having you in my pussy won’t be as easy, but I’m willing to give it a try. I may not orgasm from your toy, but I know how much you love it. So, we’re going to give it a try for one year. You will fuck me one more time … tonight … just so you know what you’re going to be missing.” Then, Sara added with conviction in her voice, “But after tonight, no matter how much you regret your decision, you will be completely pussy-free for the entire next year.”
She watched her husband and let the message sink in for a moment. He swallowed hard but his steady gaze never left her eyes. He was a strong, determined man and she knew he wouldn’t go back on his commitment no matter how much he regretted it. And she intended to make sure he regretted it. She released his hands and put a hand on his cheek. She let her fingers trace his cheekbone and rubbed his earlobe tenderly between her thumb and fingers. “You know I’m going to make you suffer, don’t you?” He nodded with a slight smile on his face. He knew how much she liked to tease him. “I’m going to make you beg me for mercy.” She knew it was unlikely he would ever show his suffering, but she would make sure he was as frustrated and horny as a man could be.
Sara stood up in front of him. His face was right in front of her hips. She put a hand on either side of his head and pulled his face into her groin as she ground herself against him. The dress she wore to dinner was the only thing separating his face from her pussy. She had removed her panties in the car on the way home from the restaurant and encouraged Mike to feel how wet she was for him. He had reached across while driving home and put his hand between her spread knees, resting his palm on her hairy bush. When his finger found her moist slit, he was pleased to find his finger slid easily into her very wet pussy. He fingered her for a moment before withdrawing his hand and put his wet finger into his mouth. He sighed and moaned, “Mmmmmm” to his wife’s delight. At the time, she had no idea they were going home to have PIV (penis-in-vagina) sex for the last time in at least a year.
Sara released his head and told him, “Get up and take me to bed for your last fuck.” Mike rose to his feet and grabbed her hand excitedly. He hadn’t been so excited to have sex with his wife in years. Sara stopped him and said, “And Mike,” he looked and saw the twinkle in her eyes. “With that tongue of yours, you will always be on the all-star team!”
Mike grinned and pulled her eagerly toward their bedroom knowing he was getting ready to feel the joy and ecstasy of her pussy squeezing his cock for the last time for a very long time. So, why was he so excited?