A Week of Denial - Friday

Aaron's sitting in a chair. His hands are his sides. Wendy's on top of him. He's inside her. Her pussy is wet and hot and perfect in every way. She's riding him. She kissing him. She's letting him suck on her tits. She's telling him how good his cock feels.

Aaron's awake. He sits up. His dick is hard. It was a dream. A dirty dream.

Wendy isn't in bed. She's not in the shower. Aaron smells something, though. Bacon. He smells bacon.

The smell lures him out of bed and into the kitchen. He still has half a boner when he arrives.

"It looks like someone's excited to see me," she says with a smile. "Either that or you really love bacon."

Aaron admires his wife in a pair of hot pink panties with lace trim and a baby blue halter top. It's a fairly casual look and yet she's spectacularly sexy. She's riding a wave of confidence that's due in no small part to her multiple encounters with her bull that week.

"I had a dream about you," Aaron says.

"A good dream?"

"A very good dream. We were having sex. In a chair. You were on top."

"Did I let you cum inside me?"

He shook his head. "I woke up before I got to that part of the dream."

Wendy lifts the bacon from the pan and places it on the paper towels resting on an oval-shaped platter. She sets the tongs down, turns off the burner, and saunters towards Aaron.

"Were we in a chair like the one behind you?" she asks.

He nods.

Wendy pushes on his chest and Aaron steps back and sits on the chair. She bends over and pulls his cock out of the opening in his underwear. She straddles him and Aaron grabs a handful of her ass in the pink panties - which feel stunningly soft - and squeezes as Wendy's tongue makes its way into his mouth.

They kiss as she grinds in his lap. He moans into his wife's mouth as he thinks of the dream.

"Do you want to fuck me, Aaron?" she asks. "Do you want to bathe your cock in the wetness of your wife's cunt?"

"Holy shit, yes," he answers.

Wendy stands, turns around, and lowers her panties. Aaron stares at her ass, which is breathtaking. She steps back and sits in his lap. His cock rubs over her ass cheeks as Wendy moves them from side to side.

She lifts her hips and guides him inside her. He stares down at her ass and wonders if they've ever fucked in that particular position. He doesn't think they have, but he likes the view.

"Sometimes I ride Edwin's cock in this position," she says. "He says my ass looks amazing when I do, and sometimes I like to give my bull what he craves. Do you know why I do that, Aaron?"

"Because he fucks you so good?"

She looks over her shoulder. "That's right, cuck. He gets to fuck me in positions he likes because he fucks me so good. More accurately, because he fucks me so much better than my cuck husband does."

She rides Aaron a little and his cock throbs. Sex is always hotter for him when she offers up cuckold dirty talk.

"That feels so good," he says.

"I know it does," she replies. "Of course it feels good. It probably feels even better than it otherwise would because you haven't been allowed to cum all week."

"Can I cum now?"

"No," she says. Her pussy comes to a standstill with Aaron buried inside her. Wendy leans back and he wraps his arms around her. She kisses his neck as his hands move under her halter top to grasp her breasts. "You can play with my tits while I rub my clit, though."

Aaron's in his wife. Deep in his wife. Her pussy feels so good. So wet. So warm. So tight. He can't fuck her, though. All he can do is wish that he could fuck her. He can get a small taste of the pleasure he craves, but he can't claim it. Not all of it. Just a small fraction.

They kiss as Wendy masturbates with Aaron's cock inside her. He plays with her tits like she wants. She moans into his mouth and he does the same.

"This is better than if you were fucking me, cuck," she says. "This is the kind of sex you should be limited to from now on. The kind where you're not actually fucking me. The kind where you're not actively reminding me that Edwin is a far better lover than you. The kind where you get a little bit of pleasure by being inside me and I get everything I crave."

Aaron knows he would cum if he fucked his wife just a little. He could try, but it's not what she wants, and Wendy ultimately controls when Aaron gets to cum, so he doesn't do anything.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" she cries out.

Her pussy spasms around his cock. It's almost like he's fucking her. It feels so good. It even inches him a little closer to an orgasm, but Aaron knows he won't get to climax. He knows it's just a tease.

"Thank you, cuck," she whispers. "That was exceptional. Now let's have breakfast."

She stands and Aaron looks down at his stiff cock. He's slick with her juices. He could wrap his fingers around it and jerk off. He'd cum in just a handful of strokes. He knows it. He doesn't, though. He tucks his dick back into his underwear and pours himself a cup of coffee before enjoying a lovely breakfast with his wife.

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"Will you take me to lunch today?" Wendy texts a few hours after Aaron's left for work.

"Of course. Where do you want to go?"

"The Italian place downtown. The one with the really nice outdoor patio under the tree."

"Perfect," Aaron replies. "Now?"

"Meet me there in an hour."

Wendy's waiting outside the restaurant when Aaron arrives. She looks astonishing in a soft off-the-shoulder white sweater and a light blue pleated skirt. She wears four inch heels that look astoundingly sexy and her hair is elegant-but-sexy in a ponytail. She greets him with a soft kiss on the lips and he makes numerous comments about how good she looks.

They're seated on the outdoor patio and everyone they walk by looks at Wendy. Aaron feels like a very lucky man.

They order drinks at Wendy's insistence and get a light appetizer. They toast when the drinks arrive and as he's sipping Aaron feels his wife's foot between his legs. Her toes find his cock and she begins to massage it while smiling at him.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"I want to make your cock hard," she whispers. "No one can see what I'm doing. The table cloth hides everything."

Aaron's not so sure about that, but it feels really good so he's not going to complain.

"I'm not wearing any panties," Wendy says.

"Why not?"

"Because sometimes it feels good to go commando. I like feeling the cool air on my pussy. I like the idea that if I wanted a man to play with my cunt that it would be easy to let him do so."

"Are you planning on letting someone play with your..."

The waitress returns right as Aaron is asking the question, so he clams up. She brings the appetizer and takes their orders for the main course. Aaron goes with something light.

Wendy's foot remains between his legs as they eat and sip their drinks.

"I've been so horny all week," she says. "I don't know what's gotten into me. I like it, though. I like thinking of ways to tease you. I like having you inside me while knowing I'm not going to let you cum. I like that Edwin is always ready to satisfy me. I like that I can cum all over his cock and let him pump his seed deep into my pussy while denying my husband the same kind of pleasure."

Aaron's cock is so hard it aches and after ten solid minutes of teasing he can feel the precum building up in his underwear and making a hell of a mess.

A car pulls up and Wendy smiles. Aaron looks over and sees Edwin behind the wheel.

"I'll be back soon," she says.

Wendy stands and leaves the restaurant. She gets into Edwin's car. Aaron watches from their table as his wife leans over and deeply kisses her bull. He sees Wendy's arm moving in a manner that suggests she's stroking her bull's cock.

The car pulls away. Aaron watches it go. At the very end of the street he sees his wife's head disappear into her bull's lap. Wendy is in another man's car and sucking his cock while Aaron sits alone with a boner in his pants.

The waitress comes back to ask if they’d like another round. Aaron declines. She tells him that their food should be out shortly.

Aaron picks at the appetizer. He sips his drink. He feels a little jealous and a little foolish.

Aaron quickly decides that there's no need for that. He's a cuck. He loves being a cuck. He loves that his wife is in such a horny mood that she decided to call her bull to pick her up for some sort of sexual rendezvous while Aaron waits at their lunch spot.

Now he's thinking of Wendy getting fucked in Edwin's car. He's thinking of her slick pussy being pounded in the backseat. He's thinking of her sucking Edwin's cock voraciously to get him hard because she loves making her bull feel good.

Five minutes after pulling away from the curb, Edwin's car pulls up again. Wendy leans over, kisses her bull once more, and emerges from the car carrying her purse. She makes her way back into the restaurant, sits across from Aaron, and smiles.

"I hope I wasn't gone too long," she says.

He sips his drink. "You weren't. Did you think about me while you were gone?"

"Not once, though it's hard to think about anything when Edwin's perfect cock is inside me."

Her foot finds its way between his legs once more. Her toes massage the head of his cock and he gets hard with ease.

"I sucked his dick for a little while, of course, and then we pulled into the parking lot a few blocks away from here and he fucked me in the backseat. From behind. It was quite invigorating. I came exceptionally hard, too. Edwin really is something, cuck. He's an exemplary man. I didn't think I'd fuck him so often this week, but I just can't help myself. When I get horny it's him I truly crave. Don't get me wrong, I like teasing you, but when I really need to cum Edwin is the only man for the job."

Aaron feels such pleasure that he can barely speak. Wendy knows exactly what she's doing.

"Did he cum inside you?" he asks.

She smiles. "No. That would have been too much of a mess. I made him use a condom."

The waitress brings their food and clears away the dishes from the appetizer. Wendy looks at Aaron's perfectly cooked chicken resting atop a small bed of pasta and smiles.

"I think your meal needs a little seasoning," she says.

Wendy reaches into her purse and pulls out a used condom. In the blink of an eye she's upended it and emptied the cum onto Aaron's food.

"That's better. Enjoy."

Aaron picks up a knife and fork. He cuts a piece of the chicken. He twirls a bit of spaghetti on the fork and runs it all through the cum. He takes a bite. He tastes the cum, the chicken, the Italian seasoning, the marinara sauce.

"You're such a good cuck," she says. "Your dick is hard while you eat another man's cum. Fuck, Aaron, you were always meant for this. That much is clear now. You were always meant to be cuckolded, to be a consumer of a bull's cum, to be an eager cleaner, to sit and wait while your wife gets fucked by a superior man."

It seems like Wendy is still horny.

"I think I was always meant to be a hotwife. I was meant to tease my cuck husband while offering my body to a superior man like Edwin. I was meant to experience the intense pleasure that comes with both sides of the hotwife relationship. I was meant to find genuine arousal in watching you eat my bull's cum while my pussy still tingles from the hard fucking he gave me."

"Can I go down on you after lunch?" he asks.

"I think I'd like that. We can drive to the same parking lot where Edwin fucked me. You can eat me out in the backseat while I tell you that he fucked me better than you. You can grind your dick into the seat and dream of being able to cum inside me. You can beg to fuck me and be denied because your dick doesn't come anywhere near offering the kind of pleasure Edwin's does."

"I'd like that," Aaron admits.

"Let's enjoy our food first, though."

Aaron smiles and sips his drink. He digs into his food. His cum-flavored food. He'll enjoy it. He'll enjoy every bit of it. He'll enjoy eating his wife's pussy and being denied the pleasure of fucking her, too.

After five days of teasing and denial, Aaron feels like he'd enjoy absolutely anything related to his cuckolding.