A Week of Denial - Thursday

Wendy always wakes up in a downright gleeful mood the day after she's been with Edwin and today is no different.

She wakes Aaron by bringing coffee to the bedroom. It's the smell that lures him from sleep. He opens his eyes to see his wife standing by the bed in a pink satin camisole and matching pink satin panties. Her nipples are hard and poking through the thin, soft material. She has a bright, beautiful smile on her face.

"Good morning," she says.

Aaron sits up and grabs his mug. Wendy climbs into the bed next to him. She inches closer until her arm is against his. They sip their coffee together before she leans over and rests her head on his shoulders.

"I take it you slept well," he says while putting his arm around her.

"Like a baby. I always sleep well after Edwin's had his way with me."

"And you always wake up so happy."

"I do."

She smiles brightly and kisses Aaron on the cheek. She lets her lips linger long enough that he wonders if she has naughty intent. She might, though after the kiss she goes back to sipping her coffee.

"Any special plans for today?" he asks.

"I have dinner with clients tonight. You'll be all on your own."

"Aww, poor me."

She laughs. "Yeah? Will you miss me?"

"You know I will. It's not the same coming home to an empty house."

She snuggles a little closer and then reaches across Aaron and puts her mug on his nightstand. She rests a hand on his chest and kisses his neck. This time, though, she moans softly and her hand moves down his chest.

Her fingers slip into his underwear and take hold of his cock. She strokes him a few times as Aaron sips his coffee. He's not sure what Wendy's intent is, but it feels awfully good.

"Did you get hungry at work yesterday, or was my bull's cum enough to hold you over until dinner?" she asks.

"I got a little hungry. That only made me think even more about you feeding me his cum, though."

She works his underwear down and frees his cock. Her fingers grip Aaron a little tighter and the stroking feels better.

"I liked sitting on your face and feeding you his load," she says. "I liked that you were hard while I did it. I liked that your dick was hard as a rock while you drank another man's cum out of my pussy."

He turns his head and Wendy kisses him. His hand finds its way to her breasts and he plays with them through the soft satin of her camisole.

"Your dick is so hard," she says.

"I want you so badly."

Wendy moans softly. "Yeah? You want my pussy?"

"More than anything."

"And does it bother you that I'm not going to let you have me?"

"No," he admits. "It...in a way, it turns me on."

"You're such a cuck."

"Yes, I am."

She straddles him. She lowers her hips until his cock is pressed against her panty clad pussy. Wendy begins to move her hips back and forth. She teases the head of his dick with her panties. They feel so soft and there's a bit of heat emanating from them.

"The panties feel good, don't they?" she asks.

He nods.

Wendy moves back, sits, and takes off her panties. She holds them in her hand and wraps them around Aaron's cock. She smiles and strokes him with the soft material.

"Fuck, Wendy, that feels amazing."

"Would you like to cum?"

"Yes, more than anything."

She strokes him faster and he gets closer to an orgasm.

"I'll let you cum, but you have to do something for me."

"What do I have to do?"

"You have to wear the panties to work and you don't get to clean them. Your cum has to stay in them and you have to wear them all day."

He's getting closer. If he cums he'll have to wear a pair of panties for the first time in his life and they'll be soaked in his load.

"No," he says.

Wendy pulls her panties away and leaves his cock throbbing and untouched. "Are you sure?" she asks.

Aaron nods.

She smiles and lowers her head to his crotch. She takes him in her mouth. She sucks him slowly and sensually. She brings him closer to the edge of climax and Aaron closes his eyes and moans at how fucking good it feels.

"Are you sure?" she asks. "Because I'd be more than happy to make you cum, Aaron. You just have to do it into the panties and then put them on after your shower and keep them on for the rest of the day."

He wants to cum. Of course he does. He just doesn't want to agree to her terms. It would be gross and humiliating and he might get caught, which would not be worth it.

"No."

She smiles, crawls forward, and kisses him with such depth that it catches him off guard. Aaron's arousal surges and for a moment he considers changing his mind. He can't, though. It's just too humiliating to even consider.

Wendy takes him into her pussy. He groans into her mouth. She rocks her hips back and forth a handful of times. Every little movement lures him closer to an orgasm.

"Are you sure?" she asks.

"Yes, I'm sure. I can't wear the panties. I just can't."

Wendy lifts her pussy from his cock, denying him the intense pleasure he craves. He feels the bedroom's cool air on his slick shaft. Wendy moves back until she's sitting between his legs. She reaches down and slips two fingers into her pussy and begins to masturbate.

"Can I help?" he asks.

She shakes her head. "You can sit right there and watch. No masturbating, though. Just watch your wife have an orgasm. That's something you should be used to, right cuck?"

Aaron watches. He witnesses Wendy's pleasure. He wants to help. He wants to masturbate. He does none of that, though. He just sits and watches like she instructed him.

She cums hard. She crawls forward to kiss him. She gets out of bed and heads for the bathroom.

Aaron smiles and sips his coffee as his erection deflates. It's been five days since he was allowed to cum. He's not sure how long it will be before Wendy lets him get off again. He likes all the teasing, though. He likes it a lot.

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"Just finished dinner," Wendy texts a little after 8 p.m.

"Long meal usually means good things, right?"

"It does. Very productive."

"I'll see you soon."

"Actually, you won't. I'm heading over to Edwin's. I need what he can give me. It'll be quick, though. In and out, so to speak."

Aaron feels jealous. That happens a lot, though. "Have fun," he texts.

Fifteen minutes later, Aaron gets another text.

"I was thinking about seeing Edwin before I left for dinner, so I put on something sexy for him. I thought you might like to see it before he takes it off and has his way with my body."

[Image]

Aaron stares at the image of his wife in the red lace bra and panty set. She looks stunning, as always. He finds himself aroused at the notion that the picture was taken in another man's bedroom, that his wife will soon be in the bed in the background of the image, that another man's cock will soon be driving in and out of her pussy in a quest to give her the kind of orgasm that she clearly craved, the kind that her husband couldn't give her.

He's jealous and turned on. That happens a lot, though.

"You look gorgeous. Edwin's a lucky man."

"Yes, he is," she texts. "He knows it, though, and he's going to fuck me like I need to be fucked."

Half an hour passes before Aaron hears from his wife once more.

"On my way home. He gave me what I needed and more."

Twenty minutes later, Wendy pulls into the driveway. She enters the house in a satin blouse and a pair of black pants. It's business attire, though she looks really good. Aaron knows that what lies beneath looks even better, though.

She smiles and walks past him. Aaron follows his wife to the bedroom.

"Strip," she demands.

He removes his clothes while she stands and watches without removing a single article of her clothing.

"On your knees."

Aaron falls to his knees.

"Masturbate."

He strokes his cock and Wendy begins to strip. He gets hard with ease, though Aaron tries his best not to get anywhere near an orgasm.

"Fuck, you look gorgeous," he says as she stands in front of him in the red lace bra and panties she wore for Edwin.

"He thought so too. He even had me keep the panties on as I rode him."

"Did he cum inside you?"

"Of course he did."

Wendy approaches Aaron and runs her fingers through his hair. He can smell the sex emanating from her crotch. He's pretty sure he can smell Edwin's cum, too. There's something intoxicating about it, though he wonders if only a cuck would feel that way.

"What do you want right now?" she asks.

"I'm not sure. I want to fuck you. I want to eat your pussy. I want to cum. I want you to share the details of the sex you had. I want...shit, I guess I want everything."

"So greedy."

"I can't help it."

"Stand up."

Aaron stands and Wendy caresses his face softly. Her hand moves to the back of his head and she guides him to her breasts. He takes her nipple in his mouth and sucks while swirling his tongue around it. She moans so beautifully as her fingers dance through the short hair on the back of his head.

Wendy steps back and he stares at her lean, beautiful body.

"What do you want?" he asks.

"I got what I wanted, what I needed."

"What only your bull can give you."

"That's right, cuck."

Wendy beckons him closer and sits on the edge of the bed. He moves towards her and she takes his cock in her hand. She strokes it and teases the head. His body trembles with desire.

"I want you inside me," she says.

Wendy backs up into the bed.

"Take my panties off."

He crawls between her legs and takes her panties off. He glances down and sees the cum in the gusset. His cock throbs and his pulse quickens just a bit at the notion that another man came inside his wife. No matter how many times it happens, the idea is always thrilling to Aaron.

"Put your cock inside me, but no thrusting."

He sets her panties aside, crawls forward, and guides his cock inside her. He buries it deep before Wendy pulls his lips to hers for a long kiss. Her tongue feels wondrous in his mouth, but Aaron can't really think of anything other than how good it feels to be inside her pussy after Edwin came in her.

"I want you to fuck me," she says, "but you're not allowed to cum and you're not allowed to pull out unless I give you permission."

Aaron smiles and begins to fuck his wife. He goes slowly, though, as he has no interest in breaking her rule and cumming.

"Faster," she says. "I want to feel it, Aaron. Faster and harder."

He fucks her harder. He fucks her faster. It feels so good. She's wet and loose, though, and he's thankful for that because it means slightly less stimulation.

"How does it feel to fuck me after Edwin pumped his cum into my pussy?"

"So fucking good," Aaron answers.

"How does it feel to know that I went to him for a good fucking instead of you?"

"It feels right."

She smiles. "It is right, cuck. That's how it should be. The bull fucks. The cuck cleans up. You're lucky I've let you inside me."

Aaron is hugely aroused. Every thrust feels incredible.

"Wendy, I'm getting close," he says.

"Don't cum. You won't like what happens if you cum."

"What happens?"

She smiles. "If you cum, I'm going to make you suck Edwin's cock on Saturday."

Aaron stops thrusting.

"Don't stop. Keep fucking me."

He begins to thrust again, though now Aaron feels fear. He doesn't want to suck cock. Not at all.

"It's scary, isn't it?"

He nods.

"To be honest, I'd find it hot, baby. I'd enjoy seeing my cuck husband wrap his lips around my bull's dick. There's a part of me that wants you to cum, that wants to make you cum in my pussy, that wants to give you that pleasure so you'll have to be a cocksucker on Saturday."

"Please, don't."

The idea of sucking cock is horrifying to Aaron, but her pussy feels so good and he's so turned on that he worries he might blow his load despite his massive misgivings.

"My pussy sounds so sloppy," Wendy says.

It does. It's a mess down there. That only makes the sex hotter for Aaron, though.

"Are you sure you don't want to cum inside me, cuck?"

"I want to...but I don't want to suck cock."

She kisses him. She wraps her legs around him. She moans into his mouth.

"I can barely feel your dick," she whispers. "Edwin stretched me tight little married pussy. He stretched it and he filled it with his hot load."

Aaron's getting closer to an orgasm.

"It's too bad he's not here. I'd let him fuck me again. I'd beg him for it. I'd beg him to fuck me because my husband's cock just isn't good enough."

She's trying to get him to cum. It's cruel but so fucking hot.

"Mmm, baby, are you sure you don't want to cum?"

"No, I don't. I don't want to cum."

She makes a pouty face. "Okay, you can pull out."

He pulls out and feels a sense of relief. He looks down at her pussy and sees that it's become a creamy mess thanks to the sloppy seconds sex.

"I want to ride your face," she says.

Aaron gets on his back and Wendy straddles his face. She drops her sloppy pussy onto his mouth and she rides. She makes a mess of him. He can feel it. The cum and pussy juice gets everywhere. It's thick and foamy and gross, but there's also the intense pleasure of having his wife ride his face.

Wendy cums hard and then climbs off his face and laughs. It seems that she can't help herself.

"What a mess," she says. "What a beautiful mess."

"I want you to sleep like that, baby," she says. "I want you to stay there on your back until all that cum and messiness and pussy juice dries and then I want you to sleep with it on your face."

Aaron stays on his back as Wendy leaves the bedroom. His cock is still hard and no doubt covered in a mixture of Edwin's cum and Wendy's juices.

What a humiliating way to end the day.

Aaron knows he's a lucky man, though. He loves being a cuckold, after all.