A Teasing Handjob

“Don’t wait up for me.”

Those were her instructions last night. She knew she’d be out late. She knew it would be late enough that she wouldn’t want to play with you when she got home.

You didn’t wait up. You fell asleep. Hours later, your wife returned home. It was a little after 3 a.m. when she pulled back the sheets and slipped into the bed.

She cuddled up next to you. She kissed your neck. She was naked. Her breasts felt wondrously soft and sexy pressed against your back.

“Good night,” she whispered before rolling away.

A kiss, her breasts, and a few whispered words were enough to make your cock hard, but you knew better than to try and initiate something, though. You knew your wife would give you what you craved in the morning. It took a little while to fall asleep, but eventually you drifted off.

You woke up to the feeling of your wife’s hand between your legs. She had her fingers around your cock. You were already hard.

“Good morning,” she whispered.

“Good morning,” you said as a big smile crossed your face.

Your wife stroked your stiff cock and kissed your neck. She moaned. You moaned in response.

“How was your night?” she asked.

You laughed. “Not nearly as entertaining as yours, I suspect,” you said.

Your wife pressed her lips against yours and pushed her tongue into your mouth.

“I bet you’re right,” she said. “After all, I got fucked three times by my bull’s glorious big cock. Did you fuck anyone last night?”

“No, I didn’t,” you said.

“Of course not,” she said before softly kissing your neck once again. Her lips felt impossibly soft against your skin. “A cuckold doesn’t fuck, does he?”

“No, he doesn’t,” you answered.

Your wife’s fingers moved to your balls. She caressed them. She rubbed them over your taint. She got close to your asshole before pulling away and teasing the head of your cock.

“Did you think about me while I was gone?” your wife asked.

“Yes,” you answered. “You were all I could think about.”

She gathered the precum at the tip of your cock and rubbed it over the head. She worked her fingers over the sensitive underside of your dick and made you moan.

“What did you think about?” she asked.

You turned to your wife and kissed her as she continued to play with the stiff, throbbing head of your dick.

“I thought about you going down on him,” you said. “I thought about you getting on your knees and offering him your mouth.”

“Mmmm,” your wife said. “You know I love sucking his big cock. I love how thick he gets in my mouth and how he throbs for me. I love the way he moans and runs his fingers through my hair as I’m blowing him.”

It was your turn to moan.

“You love that I refuse to suck your cock, don’t you?” your wife asked.

“I do,” you said. As strange as it always sounded, you did love that you were denied blowjobs while your wife had a bull to satisfy her needs.

“You love that the superior cock in my life is the only one that deserves my mouth, don’t you?” she asked.

You felt your dick throbbing in her hand. You felt your balls tighten as your load brewed inside them. You felt a sense of genuine bliss wash over you. This was your favorite part of being cuckolded. You craved the teasing. You craved her skillful manipulation of your hard dick.

“Yes, I love it,” you answered. “I fucking love it.”

Your wife kissed you. She stroked you as her tongue darted in and out of your mouth. She moaned for you. She moaned like she was getting fucked. She moaned so you would think of her with another man’s cock inside her.

“He has such incredible stamina,” she said. “He fucked me three times. Three times his beautiful cock got hard for me. Three times he pounded my married pussy.”

“How many times did you cum?” you asked.

“I lost count,” your wife answered. “You know I can’t help but cum when he’s inside me. It happened so many times I didn’t bother counting. At one point I was just a puddle of pleasure and he kept pounding me. He kept making me cum. He’s incredible. He’s just incredible.”

You imagined your wife on her back with her legs spread. You imagined a look of bliss on her face as her bull pounded her. You imagined her eyes closed and her body completely open to him as he did what he wanted with her and gave her numerous deeply pleasurable orgasms.

“My pussy craves him, you know,” she said. “I get wet when I think about him. So fucking wet. Gushing wet.”

“Are you thinking about him right now?” you asked.

Your wife kissed your neck and chest before saying, “Of course.”

“Are you wet?”

She let your cock go and rolled onto her back. She spread her legs and said, “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

You rolled onto your side and played with her perky breasts. You teased her nipples and then let your fingers slowly roam down her taut stomach and between her legs. You rubbed over her labia and then between them. Your fingers disappeared inside her with ease.

“Mmmm, can you feel how wet I am for him?” she asked.

She was soaked.

“Yes,” you said.

Your cock throbbed without being touched. Your wife was soaking wet for another man. She was probably wet from teasing you too, but you knew her lust was driven by her desire for the man that had fucked her the night before.

“If I told you to fuck me right now, would you do it?” your wife asked.

“Of course,” you said with an unmistakable sense of anticipation in your voice.

She pulled your fingers from her pussy and took them in her mouth. She sucked them clean. Her tongue was an instrument of pleasure and you couldn’t help but imagine how good a blowjob would feel. You couldn’t help but imagine her bull enjoying that pleasure.

“You know I’m not going to let you fuck me, right?” she asked while pushing you onto your back and rolling onto her side. Once again her body was pressed against yours. Once again her fingers were wrapped around your cock.

“I know,” you said.

“You know that my pussy is reserved for him now, right?” she asked.

“Yes, I know,” you said.

She kissed you passionately. She kissed you like you imagined she kissed her bull when they were together. She kissed you like a woman that wanted to be fucked.

“You like being denied my pussy, don’t you?” she asked.

You groaned as she stroked your cock with a tight grip.

“You love that you’re my husband and you’re not allowed to fuck me, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes. Fuck yes. I fucking love it,” you said. Your orgasm was approaching.

“I love that you love it,” your wife said. “I love that you’re such a kinky cuckold. I love that you haven’t fucked me in three months and you’re still such a loyal, dedicated husband. I love that you’re willing to give up my pussy.”

You’re willing to do anything to make your wife happy, especially when it means she’ll take your dick in her hand and give you a long, sensual, teasing handjob.

“Did he cum inside you?” you asked.

“Of course he did,” your wife said. “He came inside me three times. That’s three more times than you’ve cum inside me in the last three months. My pussy is his, sweetheart. It’s his to do with as he pleases, which means he gets to cum inside me when he wants to.”

You closed your eyes and thought about him cumming in your wife’s pussy. You thought about his cock exploding inside her as he buried it deep in her cunt. You thought about his shaft and balls pulsing as he injected his hot semen into her.

You thought about your wife climbing into bed with someone else’s cum in her pussy. You thought about her snuggling up next to you with his seed deep inside her. You thought about the fact that you’re not allowed to cum inside her when she has a bull.

“Do you know why he gets to cum inside me?” your wife asked.

You nodded. You knew exactly why. You wanted to hear her say it, though. Hearing it was your favorite part of the cuckold handjobs she’d give you.

She kissed you. She kissed and sucked on your neck. She nibbled your ear lobe a little. Arousal spread from your loins and filled your body. Your fingers and toes tingled.

“He gets to cum inside me because he’s better than you,” she whispered. “Much better than you, in fact. He fucks me like I need to be fucked, like any woman needs to be fucked. He makes me cum so much harder than you ever have. He makes me cum like a woman deserves to cum.”

She tightened her grip on your stiff, slick cock. She stroked you faster.

“He’s better than you,” she whispered one more time.

“Fuck,” you said. “Oh fuck!”

You came on your stomach. The semen spurted out of your cock and landed on your skin in thick ropes. Your wife giggled in pure delight. She’d made her cuckold husband cum. She’d reinforced your place in the marriage. She’d made sure you knew that her pussy was not yours to fuck. It was his to fuck.

“I love you,” you said.

“I love you too,” your wife replied as she released your cock from her grip and cuddled up next to you.

You felt the warmth of her body against your skin. You felt the warmth of your cum on your stomach. You smiled joyfully. You were a happy cuckold.