A Week of Denial - Tuesday

Aaron wakes with a feeling of intense pleasure between his legs. It takes a few moments to realize that Wendy is stroking his cock.

Her lips find the back of his neck and she moans. Her satin camisole feels wondrous pressed against his back. Aaron moans as he fully wakes up.

"Good morning," he says softly.

"Yes it is."

Wendy rolls him onto his back and pulls the covers aside. She yanks his underwear off and pulls off the satin tap shorts that match her camisole. A moment later she's on top of him.

Her pussy hovers over his stiff cock. She smiles and leans down. She kisses his neck and moans softly and beautifully.

"I had a dream about Edwin," Wendy says.

"A good dream?"

She moans. "A very good dream."

The very tip of his cock enters her pussy. It's a tease. Aaron is tempted to grab her ass and pull her down on his cock, but he knows that the fun will end if he does that. Wendy's in control, after all.

"We were in a hotel," she whispers between kisses. "A gorgeous hotel in the mountains. He was sitting on the balcony. I was on my knees. I had his cock in my mouth. My fingers were wrapped around it. I was giving him a slow blowjob, baby. The kind that he really likes. The kind where it feels like I'm worshiping his perfect cock."

Aaron moans. He's seen his wife give that kind of blowjob to her bull. "Did he cum in your mouth?"

"No. I asked him to fuck me in the dream. He stood me up. He bent me over the railing. He took me from behind. He fucked me so hard, Aaron. He fucked me so hard and I came all over his cock. I begged him to cum inside me. He buried his dick in me and flooded my pussy with his cum."

Aaron wants to be inside her. He needs to be inside her. "Can I fuck you?" he asks.

Wendy smiles, grabs his hands, and pins them above his head. She takes him inside her. She sinks down and the heat and wetness of her pussy engulfs his erection.

"You feel so good."

Wendy slowly lifts her hips until just the tip remains inside her. She sinks down just as slowly. Aaron's body shudders with pleasure.

"You don't feel as good as he does," she says while holding his gaze. "If you were Edwin I'd let you fuck me. If you were my bull I'd let you fuck me any way you wanted me. You're my cuck, though, so this is all you get."

She rides him at an achingly slow pace. He can’t cum at that pace. He can feel the pleasure, though. He feels jealous of her bull, too, since Edwin would get to cum inside her if he was fucking Wendy.

After a tantalizingly short time inside her, Wendy lifts her hips and drags them forward until she's sitting on Aaron's face. He eats her pussy until she cums. A few times she reaches back to give his dick a stroke or two. She smiles each time she does it because it delights her to tease him.

After her orgasm, Wendy heads for the shower. She asks Aaron to join her. There's plenty of kissing and touching and cock stroking, though he doesn't go down on her.

He volunteers to make breakfast that day. Wendy remains in the bedroom. She emerges having done her hair and makeup. She wears a black satin robe and stockings.

"What's with the outfit?" Aaron asks.

Wendy smiles and sits at the table as he brings over their food. "I'm having a FaceTime call with Edwin after you leave for work. We're going to have phone sex and I wanted to look good for him."

"After I leave?"

Wendy nods. "Sorry, baby. It was the only time he was available. He'll be on a plane by the time you get home from work."

"What's under the robe?"

She smiles. "Wouldn't you like to know."

Aaron is denied the chance to see what's under the robe. He's sent off to work with a kiss and a bit of gentle cock stroking.

He doesn't hear from Wendy for another two hours. He thinks of her the entire time. It's just phone sex, but even when Wendy is connecting with her bull via FaceTime Aaron gets turned on.

"I came three times," she says when she finally texts. "He came twice. We chatted about life, work, etc, during his refractory period. Then he had me fuck myself with a dildo. The big one that I have. I fucked myself for him and told him how badly I wanted him inside me, how badly I missed him, how your cock just didn't measure up to his, how he's the only man that can truly satisfy me. Every word of it was true, baby. Every single word."

Arousal stirs Aaron's cock, though he feels a touch of jealousy, too, as he wishes desperately that he had been there to witness that. He would have loved to see his wife put on a show for her bull, to see her fucking a toy and declaring her overwhelming lust for the man that has fucked her to so many body shaking orgasms.

"Would you like to see what I had on underneath the robe?" Wendy texts.

"More than anything."

"I want something."

"Anything."

"Buy me something pretty. Right now. Go online and buy me something pretty. Something to wear for Edwin. Take your time. Make sure it's sexy."

Aaron disconnects his phone from the company WiFi and brings up the Honey Birdette website. It's Wendy's favorite lingerie brand and he knows he can't go wrong ordering something from there.

Though he's in a rush to see the lingerie she wore for the FaceTime call, Aaron takes his time. He probably should be working, but he can't possibly concentrate on work while his wife is offering the chance to see the lingerie she wore for another man.

It takes a while, but ultimately Aaron settles on the Whitney corset, an exquisite and mostly sheer piece of lingerie that will look utterly breathtaking on Wendy. When combined with the panties it costs him nearly $400 and it's worth every penny to make her look beautiful for Edwin.

Aaron makes the purchase, takes a screenshot of the confirmation page and of the Whitney corset page so she can see an image of what he's bought, and sends it to his wife.

"That looks exquisite," she replies. "How generous of you, Aaron. You're such a good cuck. I love that you can be so generous when it comes to making me look good for my bull. Edwin will be so excited to see me in that. Hopefully it arrives by the end of the week so I can wear it for him while he stays at our house on Saturday night."

"Any expense is worth it to make you happy, Wendy."

She sends him a picture of her in the robe, the stockings, and a dark red lace bodysuit. It looks exquisite on her body. He stares. His dick gets hard as he imagines her fucking herself with a toy for Edwin's pleasure.

Wendy sends an audio file (note: link goes to an audio file I created). "I thought you might enjoy listening to a bit of dirty talk. I recorded myself for you."

Aaron puts in his earbuds and taps the screen. He listens to his wife talking dirty to Edwin. He imagines her fucking herself with a toy as she talks to him. His cock gets harder. It's a little more difficult than it was the day before. Another day has passed since his last orgasm, after all. Aaron wonders how long it will be before Wendy lets him cum again.

He doesn't hear from her for the rest of the day. He listens to the audio countless times, though. He thoroughly enjoys every second of it.

Wendy isn't there to greet Aaron when he gets home from work. She's left him a note. She says that she got an invite to go out to dinner with her friends and she accepted it.

The note also includes instructions to hand wash the lingerie she wore that afternoon. Her pussy leaked quite a bit of wetness into it. Aaron smiles and texts his wife. He lets her know he got her note and that he's going to wash the lingerie.

"It's nice to know that I get to go out with my friends while my husband hand washes the lingerie I wore for another man," she replies. "You make my life so much better, Aaron. There are some cute guys here, by the way. One of them already asked me to dance. I won't be fucking anyone, but I do think I'll do some dancing. Maybe even a little kissing. I might need your tongue when I get home."

"My tongue will be ready," he replies.

Aaron washes Wendy's lingerie before dinner. He wants to make sure it's done. He can't imagine disappointing her.

He makes himself dinner. He puts on a movie and relaxes with dinner and a beer. He thinks of his wife dancing with another man. He thinks of her kissing another man. He loves that she's so free, so open, so vivacious.

Wendy gets home a little after 10 p.m. Aaron greets her at the door. He can taste the alcohol on her breath when they kiss.

"You're not the first man to kiss me tonight," she says.

Wendy looks stunningly hot in a short skirt and camisole. Her nipples are hard and he's fairly certain she's not wearing a bra. Aaron is hard, too, and he wants to fuck his wife.

"I want you," he says.

"You can't have me," she replies. "But you can get on your fucking knees and eat my pussy."

She pushes on the top of his head. Aaron falls to his knees. Wendy leans against the door and he lifts her skirt and pulls down her panties. His tongue finds its way inside her. She's soaked.

"The guy I danced with was gorgeous. Ten years younger than me. A great kisser, too. I would have fucked him if I didn't already have a bull. I could feel his cock as we made out. I could feel how big it was, baby. It would have been so much fun to fuck him, to take him out to his car, suck his dick for a little while, and take him for a ride. Fuck, if Edwin wasn't coming back tomorrow I probably would have fucked him. I want to save my pussy for my bull, though. I want to be desperate for dick by the time I see him."

Wendy cums soon after. She looks beautiful as she climaxes.

Aaron moves to get up, but she stops him.

"Take your cock out."

He unzips his pants and frees his cock.

"Masturbate. Slowly."

Aaron stares up at his wife and strokes his dick. She lifts her shirt and reveals that she didn't wear a bra. She takes her breasts in her hands and plays with them. She moans. One hand moves over her stomach and under her skirt. Two fingers disappear into her pussy and emerge coated in her juices.

"I'm still turned on," she says.

"Can I eat your pussy again?"

She shakes her head and rubs her clit.

"Stand up."

He stands. She lifts one leg and he slips an arm under it to hold her up.

"Put your dick inside me."

He inches forward and slips his cock into her pussy.

"Hold it there."

"Can I fuck you?"

She shakes her head and masturbates.

"Kiss me."

They kiss. Her pussy feels so good. He wants to fuck her more than anything. It takes all his willpower not to thrust. He wants it so badly. He craves it. He needs it.

Wendy cums with his cock inside her. She cums as they kiss. She cums on one leg while rubbing her clit. She cums while denying Aaron the pleasure of fucking her despite the fact that he's inside her.

"Pull out," she says.

He pulls out and she tucks his cock back into his pants and kisses him deeply.

"Thank you," she whispers. "Those were two lovely orgasms."

"I'm desperate. Can I cum?" he asks.

She laughs softly. "No. Of course not. If you were my bull then you'd have already cum. You'd have fucked me up against the door. You'd have picked me up and pounded me. You'd have spun me around and taken me from behind. You'd have fucked me on the floor. You'd have unloaded in my pussy while I told you how much I loved your cock. You're not my bull, though. You're my cuck, which means you get teased and denied because it makes my pussy so fucking wet to do so."

Wendy walks away. Aaron feels a desperate kind of love for her. He's frustrated, but he loves that frustration. He loves being her cuck. He loves everything about it.

With any luck she'll let him cum tomorrow after she fucks her bull.

Aaron might not be lucky, though. He might end up frustrated. That wouldn't be the worst outcome, though. It might be a hell of a lot of fun, in fact.