Ruined… Spectacularly ruined!

After 5 days of being unable to touch my cock, CH unlocked me last night and teased me until I was half blind…  She didn’t offer to give me a ruined orgasm, in fact it’s been six or seven weeks since she has…

However, at one point, she was alternating between sucking hard on my head, and giving me short, jerky strokes…  It was getting to me so I pulled back, as a dutiful denied husband should, to warn her that I was getting close to the point of no return.  Instead of stopping, she took my cock back in her mouth, gave it a hard suck and a few swipes of her tongue, and then held it.

She held it, watching… nothing happened…  waiting… nothing… Then without any warning, the muscle at the base of  my cock spasmed, and a huge spurt of semen shot out, splattering the wife beater I was wearing, and beyond, right up to my right shoulder… WOW!  Just fucking WOW!

We both burst out laughing… it was so unexpected.

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That was it.  There were no further spasms, no sense of satisfaction at all (other than a bit at having produced a cum shot, harder and stronger than I’ve done for years, but no physical satisfaction).  I was still rock hard, and had no sense of having had an orgasm…  A minute later, the frustration set in… Wanting to do it again, and again and again, to completely drain myself, but knowing that she would never let me.

The numbers:

  • Seven – the number of orgasm-free months to come… Argggh!
  • Nine – the number of weeks without a real orgasm.
  • Fourteen – the number of teasing sessions in the last 60 days – a new low..
  • Sixteen – the number of weeks continuously locked in the Jailbird, out only for teasing and play.

 

Gettin’ a buzz on.

I can’t tell you how weird it feels to be tonguing a pussy that has a We-Vibe deeply embedded in it, happily buzzing away…

CH was horny last night, and was ready for a little play…  Not quite ready enough to let me out of my Jailbird, but certainly ready to have me slobber all over her little purple vibe and slide it in to her pussy…  After inviting me to work her always horny nipples over well, she had me re-direct my attention to her tasty puss…  Working one’s tongue in beside a rapidly vibrating toy was a completely new experience, and felt odd…  Odd, but really arousing (as witnessed by the male appendage that was trying its best to bend those stainless steel bars.)  When I woke up this morning, my face was a bit crusty, and I swear my tongue was still buzzing.

Gettin’ back at it… in a big way.

It seems that we’ve been drifting a bit lately, when it comes to chastity and denial…  While I’ve been locked away in my Jailbird most of the time, and have definitely not having orgasms whenever the urge hits me, it hasn’t been something we spent a lot of time with…  The last several weeks have been particularly dreary, as a matter of fact, since my sweet bride has been away on an extended family visit, leaving me the key in my hand and permission to edge as often as I felt like, as long as I didn’t slip up and have a genuine orgasm.  The novelty of sitting in front of Tumblr, stroking myself wore off fairly quickly, let me tell you…

However…   I say, however, she’s back now and getting me back into the game…  in a big way.

We’re back to our routine of using the nasty old “Wheel of Misfortune” to determine how many days I need to wait between feeling her skilled lips and tongue bring me oh, so close… but not quite there…  but as I said… that’s the routine stuff.  She also had me set up a second “wheel” to help her figure out when she should let me spurt freely, and wouldn’t you know it… she clicked…  Holy crap!! It’s going to be next spring before that blessed event.

The reality of it is, that I am really, really turned right on thinking about it, and looking forward to being as horny as a two peckered toad for the next nine months… while she calls on me to service her at any time she wants.  Mind you, we’ll see just just how enthused I am in a few months…

Keeping me guessing, as always.

A few days ago, it was decided that I could wait a while longer for an orgasm.  After all, it had only been a hundred and five days since my last one…  I was a little uncertain as to how I would handle it, since CH is due to fly off for a two week family visit in just a few days, and I was anticipating having to do a bit of self-teasing (you know… edging) while she’s away.  I visualized myself getting overwhelmed, what with no one around to police my activities, and lots of free time on Tumblr, and succumbing to the temptation of a quick and dirty orgasm, or five…

Well, the pressure is off.  After saying one thing, she did a quick 180 and gave me a stunning blow job last night that knocked my socks off…  It was so good…  wait a minute! If it was so good, how come I’m just as horny as always??  I have no answer for that, other than I’m a horny old pervert…

So, will I muddle my way though the next couple of weeks? I plan to keep my Jailbird firmly in place, to prevent that inevitable stroking of the morning wood,  but…

I’ll keep you posted.

So much semen…

I wish I’d taken a photo of the huge puddle of cum on my belly…

CH’s was teasing me last night, in the usual way, with her talented lips and tongue…  It felt so fucking good that I had trouble pulling away as early as I really should have.  We both watched as my cock throbbed a few times before starting to ooze a steady stream of cum.  There were no spurts, and no satisfying contractions, just a prolonged flow of ejaculate.  The resulting puddle on my belly seemed to be at least as much as that produced by a real orgasm, and it took a handful of tissues to mop up.  CH tried to help with the clean-up by scooping up the slippery stuff with her finger and feeding it to me.

It was a classic ruined orgasm, in that my cock was even harder afterwards, and it stayed that way as she had a stunning orgasm, courtesy of her We-Vibe, and after, as well.  It was a struggle of epic proportion to get my cock stuffed back into its wee cage, let me tell you.

 

 

90 days of denial and no end in sight, though I’m pretty sure she’ll let me have an orgasm before she takes off for a couple of weeks of family visiting next month… I hope. 

Ruined… very exciting anyway.

We had a very lengthy session last night.  Lots of teasing for me, lots of finger fucking, boobie sucking fun for her.  She even let me put the head in before she stopped me (post menopausal discomfort, otherwise she was all ready to fuck me stupid).  After her nice strong orgasm, she finished up by offering to ruin my orgasm… in her mouth!  We tried this once before… the reviews were mixed.  I loved it because there was no way I could hold back, and had a strong, full blown (Ha!) orgasm, she wasn’t so impressed, but we did laugh about it afterwards.

Back to last night… She took the head in her mouth and went to town with her tongue. After all the previous hour or so’s teasing, I quickly got that little tingle down deep that signals the onset of an orgasm…  I waited a bit and then warned her.  She stopped the stimulation and we waited. Tick tock, tick tock… and then there is was… a single pulse, into her mouth! A closed mouth smile followed and then she beckoned me to kiss her and she passed what was a surprising amount of semen, for me to swallow…  I guess her training me to control myself is working well…

Was it really ruined? You bet.  I stayed hard for more smooching and groping, then went off to the bathroom to struggle for quite some time with my Jailbird…  It was just too damned small for a long time!

If only there were a way to bottle it…

I avoided washing my face until later in the day today, because I was still catching the odd whiff of pussy in my ‘stache…  If only one could bottle the incredible scent!

The reason I tend to hoard that lovely perfume is that I don’t end up with my face coated in her juices very often.  CH is a little hesitant when it comes to having oral sex performed on her, however this past week she’s been more into it…  A few days ago, I was tending to the We-Vibe that she had inserted in her horny pussy, teasing her with my face very close to her snatch, when she muttered, “Oh fuck! Just eat it!” and grabbed me by the hair and pressed my face into her wet and aromatic crotch.

Last night was something else altogether…  She had me hook myself up to my TENS unit, to give myself pleasant, erection spasming jolts of electricity, and then restrained my hands so I couldn’t touch myself, while she ran off for a quick shower. Before leaving me, she slipped a sleep mask over my eyes and turned out the lights.  Dozing wasn’t an option with the little electrical pulses keeping me rock hard…

She didn’t keep me waiting long…  Fresh from the shower, she slid up on the bed and immediately lowered her damp, hairy pussy onto my face, with the command, “No tongue… yet! She enjoyed a little face humping , but the position I was in didn’t make it easy for her. Later, stretched out on the bed, she used the same command as she had the other night: “Just eat it, damn it!”

A couple of orgasms later, one from my tongue, and one from a lot of breast stimulation (and none for me, of course), she was a tired, happy woman…  one who was completely surprised by the size of the wet spot on the bed… on her side….

I returned to bed after locking myself in my Jailbird, and she was already asleep.  I entertained myself for quite some time before drifting off , inhaling her scent from my moustache and fingers…