Being Cuckolded #69 The Coin Flip
Christmas morning 2016, I got up early and began peeling vegetables. My wife was sleeping in, later that day we have friends and family coming for dinner. No Bull this year, just family, part of me was grateful, an opportunity to take a break from Bull over the Holidays. I get to sleep in my own bed next to my wife, I get to not think about what happened a few weeks ago.... at least try....
About 8am my wife comes down the stairs, still in her pyjamas. sorry guys, no naughty wear. I make her a cup of coffee while I carry on peeling the potatoes. My wife sits quietly while I work, I'm being patient...trying not to be to hopeful, I've missed out on chastity release for so long now I don't want to be too eager. After some negotiation my wife offered me a coin toss on the day, today I get a 50/50 chance to be let out for orgasm. As opposed to last year where my balls were backed up blue.
Orgasm denial is a love hate thing, you ache for a chance to cum, you long for freedom, but the feeling of frustration aches so painfully it almost feels overwhelming....almost. Your insides tighten up, every movement of your genitals highlights that frustration, desperate hope for the ache to unleash. A sweet painful agonizing throb within when there is no hope. Every image of a woman, every pose, every sound she makes or movement is translated into some perceived sexual implication. Adding to the need, tightening the scrotum, balls tingling with unreleased energy.
My wife puts the empty mug in the sink and walks behind me, pressing into my back and wrapping her arms around my waist. My hands still holding a part peeled potato as my groin burns. I can feel her soft breasts rubbing into my back, her hands press firmly on my waist and then slowly, rub up and down the front of my trousers. Carefully avoiding my crotch, she's good at teasing me, she knows how to torment.
"Suppose we should sort this out eh?" she stands up on tip toes and kisses my cheek before placing a single silver coin on the worktop next to me. My eyes locked onto it, this is my chance.... don't be too eager, play it cool. Her right hand slides down my stomach and directly over my cage, through my trousers gently patting the metal and making it jolt awkwardly. The steel catheter within tingles as it rocks in response.
Her right hand slips under the waist band of my pants, and directly cups my nuts, gently squeezing and pulling on me. Her left hand still rubbing the top of my thigh. I can feel my genitals throbbing, that ache rising in eagerness, I don't grow hard anymore, I'm thankful for that now I'm confined in the cage, but the promise of direct contact still excites.
I put the potato and knife down.... I reach for the coin. She snorts "No keep your hands on the counter, I'll do it boy." She's still pulling and juggling my balls, my arousal rising in need. Her left hand snakes up over my chest and back down to my thigh, soft circles with her fingers as she strokes and rubs me. She called me "boy" the title Bull often uses for me, so rarely passes from her lips. She makes me feel so pathetic when she does it....so much smaller.
Her grip on my nuts tightens and she tugs more firmly, I suppress a grunt of discomfort and I feel her crotch rub into my behind. "Close your eyes now." she whispers, I do as I'm told. The sound of the coin sliding loudly over the kitchen worktop as she picks it up.
My hands press down firmly as my wife twists and tugs on my scrotum. Her hips still pressing into my bottom, her breasts still rubbing against my back. I silently hope, my heart skips a beat and my lungs intake sharply at the sound of the coin being flipped onto the worktop beside me. There is a pause, my nuts are squeezed again as if to remind me who has control. "Heads or tails?" My wife asks me.
Oh god... what if I get it wrong? could I really wait another year? I can feel my wife's finger nails digging into the back of my scrotum sharply. "Come on.... last chance." She sounds more impatient now....impatient or amused.
"H...heads?" I speak hesitantly.
"Hmm oh dear!" my wife sighs. I sneak a glimpse by opening my eyes but my wife has her left hand over the coin. She spots me and another quick squeeze of my genitals makes me shut them again. "No peeking!" she declares to me. "Would you like to change your answer?" She makes me smile, I love how she tortures me.
Still now I'm wondering If I should, is she trying to hint at me to change my answer? is she just fucking with me? The horrible uncertainty is delicious in it's fear.
"No....its heads" I say finally, fake confidence hiding a genuine fear.
"Very well...." There was a long silence, I stood there eyes closed, genitals throbbing, mouth dry with anticipation.
My wife released me from her grip, withdrawing from my trousers unceremoniously with a wistful sigh.
Oh no! my heart sank like a rock, no no no.
There was another fumble and both of my wife's hands started grabbing at my pants. She tugged them down and they fell around my ankles, the next moment she was trying to put the tiny metal key into the padlock of my cage.
I opened my eyes and watched her, it took a huge effort to watch without moving my hands from the worktop. My groin was on fire with anticipation, finally. There was a click, followed by a minute of the cage being removed, somewhat awkwardly, the steel catheter being pulled free with a strange discomforting tingle.
A moment later my wife was soaping me up with her hands, I sucked in air through my teeth as she pulled back my foreskin. It had been so long and it was happening now. My hips jerked as her thumb rubbed over the head of my penis, the texture of her thumbprint felt exquisite as it slipped soap back and forth over the little tip.
"Wait" I gasped as she rubbed faster. My wife paid no attention.
"No wait!" I grunted and gritted my teeth, my hips juddered, the tingle within my groin unleashed. Dribbling pathetically to the the floor, just missing my trousers. She didn't stop, rubbing through my orgasm, ecstasy turned to agony and I was spent within seconds. A disappointing mess on the kitchen floor.
"Well....really!" My wife giggled as I blushed. She patted my bottom and told me to clean myself up.
In total I lasted about 7 seconds.
About 8am my wife comes down the stairs, still in her pyjamas. sorry guys, no naughty wear. I make her a cup of coffee while I carry on peeling the potatoes. My wife sits quietly while I work, I'm being patient...trying not to be to hopeful, I've missed out on chastity release for so long now I don't want to be too eager. After some negotiation my wife offered me a coin toss on the day, today I get a 50/50 chance to be let out for orgasm. As opposed to last year where my balls were backed up blue.
Orgasm denial is a love hate thing, you ache for a chance to cum, you long for freedom, but the feeling of frustration aches so painfully it almost feels overwhelming....almost. Your insides tighten up, every movement of your genitals highlights that frustration, desperate hope for the ache to unleash. A sweet painful agonizing throb within when there is no hope. Every image of a woman, every pose, every sound she makes or movement is translated into some perceived sexual implication. Adding to the need, tightening the scrotum, balls tingling with unreleased energy.
My wife puts the empty mug in the sink and walks behind me, pressing into my back and wrapping her arms around my waist. My hands still holding a part peeled potato as my groin burns. I can feel her soft breasts rubbing into my back, her hands press firmly on my waist and then slowly, rub up and down the front of my trousers. Carefully avoiding my crotch, she's good at teasing me, she knows how to torment.
"Suppose we should sort this out eh?" she stands up on tip toes and kisses my cheek before placing a single silver coin on the worktop next to me. My eyes locked onto it, this is my chance.... don't be too eager, play it cool. Her right hand slides down my stomach and directly over my cage, through my trousers gently patting the metal and making it jolt awkwardly. The steel catheter within tingles as it rocks in response.
Her right hand slips under the waist band of my pants, and directly cups my nuts, gently squeezing and pulling on me. Her left hand still rubbing the top of my thigh. I can feel my genitals throbbing, that ache rising in eagerness, I don't grow hard anymore, I'm thankful for that now I'm confined in the cage, but the promise of direct contact still excites.
I put the potato and knife down.... I reach for the coin. She snorts "No keep your hands on the counter, I'll do it boy." She's still pulling and juggling my balls, my arousal rising in need. Her left hand snakes up over my chest and back down to my thigh, soft circles with her fingers as she strokes and rubs me. She called me "boy" the title Bull often uses for me, so rarely passes from her lips. She makes me feel so pathetic when she does it....so much smaller.
Her grip on my nuts tightens and she tugs more firmly, I suppress a grunt of discomfort and I feel her crotch rub into my behind. "Close your eyes now." she whispers, I do as I'm told. The sound of the coin sliding loudly over the kitchen worktop as she picks it up.
My hands press down firmly as my wife twists and tugs on my scrotum. Her hips still pressing into my bottom, her breasts still rubbing against my back. I silently hope, my heart skips a beat and my lungs intake sharply at the sound of the coin being flipped onto the worktop beside me. There is a pause, my nuts are squeezed again as if to remind me who has control. "Heads or tails?" My wife asks me.
Oh god... what if I get it wrong? could I really wait another year? I can feel my wife's finger nails digging into the back of my scrotum sharply. "Come on.... last chance." She sounds more impatient now....impatient or amused.
"H...heads?" I speak hesitantly.
"Hmm oh dear!" my wife sighs. I sneak a glimpse by opening my eyes but my wife has her left hand over the coin. She spots me and another quick squeeze of my genitals makes me shut them again. "No peeking!" she declares to me. "Would you like to change your answer?" She makes me smile, I love how she tortures me.
Still now I'm wondering If I should, is she trying to hint at me to change my answer? is she just fucking with me? The horrible uncertainty is delicious in it's fear.
"No....its heads" I say finally, fake confidence hiding a genuine fear.
"Very well...." There was a long silence, I stood there eyes closed, genitals throbbing, mouth dry with anticipation.
My wife released me from her grip, withdrawing from my trousers unceremoniously with a wistful sigh.
Oh no! my heart sank like a rock, no no no.
There was another fumble and both of my wife's hands started grabbing at my pants. She tugged them down and they fell around my ankles, the next moment she was trying to put the tiny metal key into the padlock of my cage.
I opened my eyes and watched her, it took a huge effort to watch without moving my hands from the worktop. My groin was on fire with anticipation, finally. There was a click, followed by a minute of the cage being removed, somewhat awkwardly, the steel catheter being pulled free with a strange discomforting tingle.
A moment later my wife was soaping me up with her hands, I sucked in air through my teeth as she pulled back my foreskin. It had been so long and it was happening now. My hips jerked as her thumb rubbed over the head of my penis, the texture of her thumbprint felt exquisite as it slipped soap back and forth over the little tip.
"Wait" I gasped as she rubbed faster. My wife paid no attention.
"No wait!" I grunted and gritted my teeth, my hips juddered, the tingle within my groin unleashed. Dribbling pathetically to the the floor, just missing my trousers. She didn't stop, rubbing through my orgasm, ecstasy turned to agony and I was spent within seconds. A disappointing mess on the kitchen floor.
"Well....really!" My wife giggled as I blushed. She patted my bottom and told me to clean myself up.
In total I lasted about 7 seconds.
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