It’s best to share (your kinks)
The other night we fucked for just the second time in 7 months. Ok. Ok. I know I keep going on about this, but it’s a big deal, and in my position you would too! And I do have a point to make: we fucked and I didn’t cum. When we’d popped our 7 month cherry one week previously, I had the same problem. On both occasions my thrusting was thwarted by tholo threx. Thorry – getting carried away with alliteration there. On both occasions, my fucking was frustrated by folo fex. Oh bollocks. You know what I mean – I’ve been wanking too much!
7 long months of tugging on my own todger, with no attention paid to my genitals by anyone else (except Zoe), have taken their toll: I’ve got far to use to my own manual ministrations. And whilst getting my cock back into my Wife’s cunt is both a pleasure I shall occasionally endeavour to describe in indiscreetly graphic detail, and at the same time an immeasurably indescribable joy, all I could fill her with was my eagerly throbbing gristle, and not a drop of semen.
I need to cut down on wanking. At least for a while. Whilst She gets back into the swing of fucking (one day soon I shall get round to explaining quite why I say that) and whilst both my mind and my cock get used to being enthralled by Her body once again.
As you know, Dear Reader, I’m a kinky little thing, and amongst my collection of perverted toys is a CB6000s chastity cage. A device with no reason to exist other than to prevent the (male) wearer from engaging in sexual activity.
When the wearer is locked into this little plastic gem, masturbation is nigh on impossible. Should sexual stimulation result in an erection, the cage will be forced forward by the swelling organ, and the testicles will be subjected to significant pressure, courtesy of the attached cock ring. That is until the key holder deems it time for some relief.
You can see where this is going, can’t you.
Or more to the point, you can see where this would do well to go.
I should present my Wife with both the cage and, more importantly, the key. Not so She can tease me, or subjugate me, or cuckold me. But so She can keep my pleasure for Herself. To have the exclusive opportunity to share my ecstasy. And for my release to be solely for Her consumption.
I’m not going to. I wouldn’t dream of it. (Well I might dream of it, but no more.)
in some respects I’d happily give my Wife the key. It’s a fun toy, most of us pervs will acknowledge that being teased can have it’s rewards, and hell, if She liked the idea it would be a certain sign that our sex life was about to get considerably better … and more interesting. But lets not be hasty. Finding out your married to a fetishist is not something that would please everyone.
Yeah, I know there’s no way of knowing without at least broaching the subject, but I’m not sure I’m that brave these days. In times past, and with partners past, I was, but not now. Not yet.
In the mean time I guess I shall just have to try to enforce my own celibacy. Keep my both my erections and my hands in check without the assistance of equipment. And imagine that rather than a need for Her key to be slotted into my padlock for release, what is exclusively needed is for me to slot my cock into Her cunt.