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My wife [30] and I [34] are no strangers to edging, and when we do we like to reminisce about some of our sexiest times. The edging together began years ago we had a stint where were dating long distance and that led to amazing sexting and self-edging to draw out the experience. Essentially, we didn’t want the intimacy to end, and the resulted in an edging session.
Fast forward, and we still edge but now we edge together. When we do, we usually watch porn together or talk about some of our hottest moments together.
That brings us to this past weekend. We went out of town for her birthday. It was just the two of us in a cozy hotel in a quaint town just south of the Canadian border.
It rained all weekend, and after a night of drinking on Saturday, we found ourselves scurrying back to the hotel to climb under the warm sheets. We undressed the second we got into our room and climbed into bed. We started cuddling when she asked me why I don’t edge for her. That’s all I needed to hear. I got our lube and showed her some of the porn I’ve saved recently.
I started showing her what I had been watching. That was a good start, but she was also in the mood to tease me, and when she teases me it’s always a cuckolding theme. She knows it’s my biggest kink. The angst it gives me is unmatched, and it’s something she doesn’t quite understand so the teasing comes from a genuine place of judgment. That she truly doesn’t understand why I like it so much makes it even more humiliating.
So she began teasing me about times she went out when we were long distance and how she knew she should have been good but couldn’t resist flirting or accepting drinks from guys. Her stories drive me crazy.
So I began edging and three hours later my head was red, swollen, and throbbing for release. The whole time she was cuddling and encouraging me. And of course teasing me. It was the perfect Saturday night.
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