While we are both aware of the formal “pussy free” lifestyle, we play with the themes more than we strictly follow the rules. She will joke with me about my not getting it. She genuinely does stop giving me any access about a week before our dates with out third – leaning into the exclusivity that it is his, not mine, for that window of time. I’d say he has had sex with her 3-4x as often as I have in the past year or so. Well, we had a date get canceled due to a change in travel schedule and so, this exclusive window opened up to me. We made a plan to let me enter her Wednesday evening.
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For those of you who have followed our journey, or have taken a peek at my profile, you’ll know we play around with SPH, Cuckold, Premature, Chastity themes. While I hadn’t been in chastity, I had been withholding from any masturbation for a long while, as it helps me cum prematurely to be on edge for a while. She likes it as she thinks its so flattering for someone to be so attracted to her and turned on, that I can’t help it – cumming in my pants. So I guess the story starts Wednesday morning when my wife started teasing me – letting me know she was willing to let me feel what it feels like inside of her. I wasn’t the last person inside of her, which she really likes. She has told me she enjoys the taboo secret that her husband wasn’t the last person to fuck her. If I’m honest, I like it too. But on this Wednesday, she started letting me know I was going to get lucky that evening. Naturally, I was excited.
That late morning, I hopped in the shower and towards the end of my time in there, the door opened, and she got in with me. She looked hot, and felt soft, wet, naked, warm. I squeezed her, cupped her ass, and kissed her. Her hand slowly crept down to my straining penis. It felt incredible. She playfully pulled on it with two fingers for about 15 seconds and then she felt me tense up so she let go immediately. She giggled, “did you cum already?” I had. As she milked the ruined orgasm out of me, she casually said, “if this is how you react, I am going to learn to be meaner about your little penis. You really do like it, don’t you…”
I needed to run so I got out of the shower, but turned around to say, “I really do want to be inside you tonight. I hope we can still do that?” I love cumming too soon with her, but was hoping I didn’t miss my shot at real penetration.
She lovingly replied – “oh that in the shower was all you. Tonight is for me.” Mmm. Game on.
That evening, once we settled into bed, we started the natural kissing, bumping, grinding, humping that begins your average husband/wife sexual encounter. It didn’t take long before she started to get on top of me and position my little penis at her entrance. She leaned back on it, pressing her pussy lips against my tip. Nothing. Didn’t go in. She tried again, added a little saliva – again, nothing. It was stuck on the outside. Dry as a bone. She says, without meaning it to sound as biting as it did, “youre gonna need to go get some lube…” (side note, she never needs lube with our third – a fact all three of us are keenly aware of.) “why don’t you go get some lube while I play with myself a little.”
I did, and she did. When I returned to the bedroom, I crawled up between her legs and she opened them for me to taste. I licked, sucked, kissed, and flicked her clit for a while. Then, she pushed my head out of the way, and started to rub herself more quickly. I slid two fingers inside of her, and pulled gently on them while she rubbed herself more and more vigorously.
She says, “get ready. I’m going to get myself close to the edge and then I want you to lick me over the edge.” And, when the time was right, she stopped rubbing, moved her hand, and said, “ok, now!” and I dove into her. She proceeded to climax on my fingers, and in my mouth. I felt so honored to be present and a part of her feeling so good.
Then I remembered the lube I had gone to get. I moved up, applied some to my narrow penis, some to her full pussy lips, and slowly positioned myself at her entrance. This time, I slid right in. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me close as I started undulating into her.
Her words still ring in my ears, in such a wonderfully, innocently cruel way. “it feels so… different. I love how its you who feels different – not him.” It did feel different. Looser. Foreign. Shared. Like her lips and walls were gently cupping, not squeezing or gripping me. Naturally, I lasted for about 30 seconds before emptying my cum into her. It felt amazing.
Then, she looks me in the eyes and said, “well who is going to clean me up?” (side note: I always go down on her after our third cums inside of her. But I have never cum myself at that point so I don’t yet have any post-nut clarity). I laughed, and she laughed. I didn’t go down on her, but even now, I have this persistent feeling she was serious. I didn’t lick her clean, but I think in hind sight, she really wanted me to.
I’ll have to do better next time.