Teased...but no release

It had now been eighteen days since his last orgasm. Four days since he'd agreed to her suggestion to lock him in chastity... 'just to make it easier for him to resist the temptation to give in when his desperation was becoming more than he could handle.'"

Eighteen days of his cock being teased, pleasured, and aroused.

Eighteen days of feeling countless orgasms seemingly one breath away only to have them denied, his desperately needed release instead turning to indescribable frustration.

Eighteen days of feeling like by day's end his cum filled balls were somehow even fuller and achier than the day before.

Eighteen days of his learning curve skyrocketing of precisely how to pleasure her with his mouth, his tongue.

And eighteen days of providing her with the most powerful, most plentiful orgasms she'd ever enjoyed in the three years they'd been together.

So after lifting herself off of his face and stretching out alongside of him, she panted, "Baby my god, that was insane... I mean, I knew you'd get better at this but this?... this is crazy... how many is that for me this morning? Four? Five??"

"Five," he panted, his voice quivering.

"Mmm, five," she purred. "God baby, I love this so much. And each and every one of them felt so fucking good. You can't imagine..."

She smirked at his whimper, purring, "And how many for you today, honey?"

"Zero," he whimpered.

"Mmm, zero," she murmured sympathetically. "And how long has it been for you?"

"Eighteen days," he whispered.

"Yeah, eighteen days," she repeated. "You poor, pent-up thing. But, does it make it a little better for you to know how much I love that? Knowing how much you're aching? How badly you wanna cum? Does that help? A little?"

Nodding his head, he confessed, "Yeah... a little."

"Good. And does it help to know that for the last couple weeks I've been having the best orgasms of my life? Now that we don't have to worry about your orgasms and we can focus on mine, you're doing so much better for me. Better than you ever have."

She smiled at the way he softly whispered, "Thank you."

"And think about this," she continued in a soft voice. "The more I know you're aching, the harder it makes me cum. You like that, don't you baby? Making me feel good? Making me cum? Even if you're not able to?"

"Yesss," he groaned. "Of course I do."

Suppressing a wicked grin she purred, "I love that. I just wanted to make sure you and I were both still on the same page about how much better things are for us now."

With a dazed, desperate look on his face he nodded and uttered, "Uh huh..."

“Just once I’d love to know what it’s like to be teased by a woman. I mean, really teased…. you know, to the point where I can’t take it for another minute?”

How adorable……….

Not wanting to frighten him off she innocently played along, showing interest in his fantasy. “Hmm, that does sound kinda sexy. I bet that would be fun to try to do with a guy sometime.”

And with that, the hook was set.

For months they bantered back and forth, sharing fantasies… well, to be fair, it was mostly him. Expertly, with each passing week she drew a little more… and a little more… out of him.

His weaknesses. His fetishes. His vulnerabilities. Those hidden secrets of what drove him mad and made him ache with need. Information poured from him as if he’d longed for years to confess these secrets to someone. Someone who cared. Someone who was interested in them.

Perfect.

Eventually, she was ready. She had everything she needed. It was time to bring this man’s fantasy to life in a way that even his wildest imagination could not have possibly prepared him for.

The invitation was made, her offer sweet and simple. 48 hours in a hotel room. Her rules. All he needed to do was accept, agree to her terms and she promised to do her absolute best to bring his fantasy to life.

When he could barely return her message and agree quickly enough she smiled, sympathetically chuckling to herself, “Oh sweetheart, you poor thing…. you really have no idea…..”

As it turns out, there was one little aspect about herself she’d not yet shared with him. One obsessive kink of her own that she thought she’d keep to herself until he’d fallen in to her trap and was at her mercy. When it was too late for him to change his mind.

And that was…. that she was an insatiable, wicked, merciless cocktease.

Not the sort that simply made a man wait a little longer than normal before she’d let him cum. Not the sort that was content with hearing him beg for his orgasm. Not even the sort who would edge a man for hours before allowing him to explode in pleasure.

No, no… she was the sort who craved the sights and sounds of a man who was suffering exquisitely from an overload of sensual pleasure….. pleasure that was coupled with an unbearable amount of sexual frustration.

She would play a man’s body beautifully… masterfully…. ravishing helpless male flesh with sensual pleasures that made his mind reel and his body quiver.

But, her kink, her obsession… was to make his pleasure inescapable… to offer no release valve from it… to make it build far beyond the limits of what the male body was designed to withstand.

To watch him crumble and break from how impossibly aroused she’d made him… from how completely desperate he was for her.

Now, not quite four hours in to their adventure she had her Tumblr admirer’s wrists bound securely to the headboard, his senses reeling from the scent and heat of her dripping folds hovering above him. Already though, his pleas were becoming more desperate, his aching need for release more agonizing.

And, already she’d brought him near the edge of cumming more times than he’d ever experienced before in his life. Slowly but surely, she was reducing him to her own helpless, aching cum factory…. his balls becoming heavier, fuller, achier by the minute… his cock being being transformed into a mass of feverish, steely hardness that was utterly desperate for release.

But as his orgasm approached yet again her soft, skilled, cruel hand clamped down firmly around the base of his shaft, her own insurance policy of sorts…. just in case… to guarantee that the chance of even an accidental orgasm was hopeless. No, she was far too methodical… far too patient… far too skilled to risk a mistake like that.

She smiled when she heard a shaky male voice plead, “Ok, ok…. now…. please now…. y-you’ve done it.. I can’t… I can’t take any more…. please, please make me cum now??…..”

“Oh honey, don’t be silly,” she murmured. “I haven’t even started teasing you yet… I’m still just getting you warmed up sweetie. We’ve not yet played for even four hours….. you’ve got forty-four more to go.”

His anguished whimper provoked a purr of pure female lust from her. Her fingertips gently cradled his balls as if weighing them.

“We’ve barely started with these baby,” she said calmly, almost sweetly. “Wait til you feel how much fuller I can get them… how much heavier I can make them…. has a girl ever made them so full for you that it feels like you can feel the ache in every…. inch… of your body?”

At the first faint sound of his next plea she laughed softly, lowering her thighs just enough to silence him with the softness of her pussy that was ready to enjoy yet another orgasm.

“Shhhh, no talking sweetie…. just licking….”

She purred throatily at the feel of his tongue going back to work, her hand resuming coaxing him gently back toward the edge, just close enough where her firm grip would guarantee his denial once more…. forcing yet even more freshly made cum to recede helplessly back down in to his balls, making them just a bit fuller.

With lust written all over her face she purred, “Just relax baby, I’ll know when you can’t take any more…. I’ll be able to tell when we’ve got your balls so full you can’t even think, let alone beg….”

After returning home from a little shopping trip, surrounded by an assortment of shopping bags on her bed, she picked up her phone and FaceTimed her boyfriend.

"Hi sweetie!," she greeted him with a smile. "Having fun? Been missing me and thinking about me at all?"

She had to fight to keep from giggling at his groan when he replied, "Oh, you have nooo idea. It's impossible for me to think about anything else."

"Aww, aren't you just the sweetest?," she teased with a mischievous wink.

**********

Considering the way she'd said goodbye to him before he left that was understandable. Before leaving that morning she'd treated him to a soft, sensual, gentle but most importantly - unfinished - handjob.

Instead, after coaxing him to the very brink several times she'd pulled her hand away, innocently purring, "That's it, all done... no more."

"What??...," he'd groaned in disbelief.

"Just a little something for you to remember me by," she said innocently, gazing at the way his engorged cock twitched and quivered as if begging for one more stroke.

She continued, "Leave it alone, honey. No touching, no stroking, no cumming while you're gone. You have to save it for me, baby. I'll take care of it for you when you get back home."

"You've got to be kidding me??," he said in disbelief.

"Oh sweetie, I've never been more serious," she said ominously. "And no cheating. I'll be able to tell if you do, and if I think there's even the slightest chance that you might have? Well, in that case, I won't even take care of you when you get home."

"Baby please??," he implored, gazing at his still quivering, steely hard cock that appeared as if it were about to burst.

Smiling, she caressed his face soothingly and purred, "Honey no, and I'm not going to change my mind. It's only a week, you'll be fine. I just don't want you to forget about me while you're away."

Then slowly, teasingly, she traced her finger up the length of his shaft. As she drew slow, lazy circles around the oozing head she murmured, "You won't forget about me, will you baby?"

"No," he whimpered pitifully. "I won't."

"Good boy," she cooed. And as she tucked his achingly engorged cock inside his boxers added, "Behave for me sweetie and I'll take care of this for you when you get back."

*********

"Anyway, I just wanted to say hi," she continued. "Plus I did some shopping today. Want to see what I got?"

"Of course!"

"Ok, first, how about this dress? I thought of you as soon as I saw it."

She struck several poses then did a slow twirl. "So, what do you think? Like it?"

"Oh my god... baby, I love it! You look amazing," he replied, nearly drooling.

"Aww, thank you!," she smiled. "Here, let me show you the rest."

She began pulling items out of her shopping bags and displaying them on her phone. A cute summery top. A flowery sundress. A short denim skirt. A pair of strappy sandals.

"I think that's it," she said. "I did good, right? Don't you love everything?"

But then before he could reply she added, "Oh wait, I forgot. One more thing. I also bought a new pair of panties. They're soo pretty and feminine. Want to see?"

"Of course!," he replied eagerly.

"Ok, just a sec honey. I need to lay my phone down. Don't go anywhere, okay?"

After strategically setting down her phone she leaned forward, her voluptuous breasts nearly tumbling out of her dress.

"Can you see ok baby?," she asked in a soft, inviting voice.

"Yeah," he answered in an unsteady voice, already breaking out in a sweat.

"Okay, give me just a minute sweetheart, I'm going to need to slip this off," she purred softly.

"Oh... my... god...," he whispered.

She then proceeded to slowly, seductively peel off her dress. Teasing him with her curves. Taunting him with her breasts.

Then, standing before him wearing nothing but her black feminine panties she asked, "What do you think, honey? Aren't they pretty?"

In a weak, pitiful voice he replied, "My god, I'm dying over here. I feel like I'm going to explode..."

"Aww, poor baby," she cooed sympathetically. "You'll be fine, only five more days to go. And remember, no cheating."

She chuckled at his whimper as she picked up her phone and aimed it toward her bed. The next thing he saw was the sight of her panties landing on the bed, followed by the sound of her vibrator whirring to life.

"I'd love to stay and chat sweetheart but there's something I need to do," he heard her say. "You enjoy the rest of your day and I'll see you in five days."

"Babyyyyy...," he whined.

Grinning mischievously, she treated him to one last view of her irresistible curves as she stretched out on the bed. Then as she locked her gaze onto his through the phone, she purred, "I'm sorry honey but I need to go. You know what it's like when you feel like you can't wait even one... minute... longer, don't you?"

The touch of her hand on his shoulder so electric his eyes glazed over and he could barely breathe...

The feathery light, barely perceptible downward pressure so overwhelming his legs surrendered and he fell to his knees.

Unfinished handjob?

Unfinished??

Her tone of voice was so calm, so casual, as if she'd just shared the most ordinary, mundane comment imaginable.

Pausing to let the words sink in, he repeated, "Unfinished? As in... you don't... you know, finish him?"

In that same matter of fact voice she replied, "If you're asking, do I make him cum at the end, no... I don't. Well, rarely. Sometimes I do, but mostly I love leaving him with a hard cock, knowing he's absolutely dying to cum. It turns me on so much seeing him so desperate for an orgasm but not letting him have one."

She always loved the look on a guy's face when she explained her intentions, that look of confusion and disbelief. Placing her hand on his thigh she began caressing it softy, letting it creep slowly higher.

"I know, it sounds mean, doesn't it? But really, it's not. Think about it, don't you love that feeling when a girl is getting you all turned on?... that sensation of your cock getting hard?... how hot it is when you realize she's getting you so worked up that you start to feel an orgasm building up inside you?.... you like how that feels, don't you ?"

He sat motionless as if paralyzed, watching as her hand was now slowly, patiently at work. Unfastening his pants. Lowering his zipper. Freeing his cock.

Breathing heavily, he panted, "Uh huh.... yeah, I do."

"Me too sweetie," she purred, letting her fingertips flutter so lightly along his shaft that he could barely feel it. "I love to feel a cock get hard in my hand... the way it gets so hot... how it starts to throb and drip when it gets really excited. Do you like those things too, baby?"

"Yeah," he whimpered, desperately wishing she'd wrap her hand around it and stroke.

"I like to keep it that way for a long time, all hard and excited," she murmured. "It's just that when I'm done I love to leave it that way... you know, unfinished. It turns me on so much knowing he wants to cum so bad but can't... that for hours and hours he'll be aching to cum and he won't be able to stop thinking about me."

"Oh my god," he moaned.

"Do you think that makes me a bitch?," she asked softly.

"No..."

Touching her lips to his ear she whispered, "No? Mmm, wanna try it? Want me to stroke your cock for you? Give you a nice, long, soft handjob? I won't let you cum when it's over, but it'll still feel really, really good. I promise."

She smirked as he whimpered softly, his mind clearly becoming scrambled. Ever so lightly her soft hand encircled his cock, just barely grasping it as she slowly stroked up... and down... then stopped.

He emitted a moan of both pleasure and need, and she purred, "Want more? You can have more. Just tell me that you want an unfinished handjob and I'll make you feel so, sooo good."

"Oh god," he groaned, his frazzled mind unsure what to do.

She then pulled her hand away completely, leaving his cock in a state of utter frustration. "....but we don't have to if you don't want to," she added calmly. " I can just leave it alone and not touch it at all if you'd rather."

That was it. It was too much to take. He cracked. "No, no, no...go ahead and do it!"

"Do what, sweetie? You have to tell me what you want. You have to say it."

Exhaling deeply he said, "Please... give me an unfinished handjob."

Smirking slightly, she added, "Tell me not to let you cum. Tell me that you don't want me to finish you."

"Oh god...," he whined.

Tracing a single finger along the length of him she purred, "Say it, sweetie.... or you don't get anything at all."

Whimpering he replied, "Ok, ok. Don't let me cum... don't let me finish."

A month later he found himself living out the ultimate fantasy of most men. Two gorgeous, sexy women. Focusing all of their attention on him.

So then, why was he feeling so nervous as he allowed them to guide him back onto the bed?

So anxious when he felt each of them pulling his arms toward the corners of the head of the bed?

So uncertain, even as he willingly put up no resistance as he felt them slipping his hands into the cuffs, leaving him securely bound to the bed?

Perhaps because of his girlfriend's favorite kink?

Unfinished handjobs.

Her seemingly otherworldly ability to pleasure him with her silky soft hands. Stroking him. Petting him. Teasing him. Edging him. Yet always keeping him teetering on the brink.

Never quite enough to allow him to go over the edge, yet never backing off enough to allow him to escape that sensation of wanting to cum so badly he was on the verge of a meltdown.

Exquisite sensual torture that could break any man and bring him to his knees.

So now, bound to the bed and pinned beneath the soft curves of his girlfriend and her bff, his senses were already reeling.

Their softness. Their warmth. Their perfume. Their caresses. Their voices murmuring in his ear.

He let out a soft moan at the first sensation of his girlfriend's fingers fluttering lightly along his shaft. Teasing. Petting. Tantalizing. Giving his defenseless cock no choice but to stiffen and swell in response.

Her voice whispered in his ear, "You know baby, Brooke has a kink too... wanna know what it is?"

Exhaling deeply, he panted, "Yes please..."

He felt a soft tongue sensually licking his other ear, Brooke's voice purring, "My absolute favorite thing is... unfinished blowjobs."

"Oh... my... goddd...," he groaned.

"Brooke and I make quite the team, baby," his girlfriend teased. "I could stroke a cock for hours and hours... just feeling how it throbs in my hand..."

And in his other ear Brooke added, ".... and I could suck it for hours... licking up all the sweet precum as it drips and cries for me...."

Both women grinned at his groan, and the way his arms tugged against his bonds.

"You can't get away from us, baby..."

"...and neither can your cock..."

"...not until we're done with you..."

"...which won't be for a long, long time..."

He let out a whimper of need at the feel of his girlfriend's hand gently wrapping around his cock and beginning to stroke while at the same time felt Brooke's soft, hungry mouth begin to slowly descend down his body.

Abby’s was at the library working on a project with the three other classmates in his group.

And Emma’s had just started his bartender shift a half hour ago.

At the same instant moments ago each of them felt the remote controlled chastity device that caged their cock begin to vibrate.

The three best friends, or partners in crime might be a more apt description, were each focused on the app on their phone, wickedly adjusting the rhythm, pace, and intensity of their boyfriend’s torment.

It would be only a matter of time before one of them would receive a text from her boyfriend, begging her for mercy before it became impossible for him to conceal his plight from others.

And when she did?

Her breasts heaved gently with arousal, her mind whirring with the possibilities as her arms strained, testing the security of the new device.

"It's perfect, I love it," she purred with satisfaction.

"Great," he replied, now retracting the tension and freeing her from the restraint.

"Let me try now, show me how it works?"

"Sure," he said. "All you need to do is turn this..."

Her voice interrupted him. "No, not like that. I mean with someone in it. Will you help me test it?"

"Uhhh.... sure? I guess?," the nervousness apparent in his voice.

"Great!," she replied. "Ok, so come over here and I'll put your hands in here...."

***************

A moment later beads of sweat were breaking out on his forehead as now it was his arms that were slowly raising above his head. "Uhh, yeah," he said. "Like that..... you've got it."

"Can it go higher?," she asked. "Let's try...."

His heart began to beat faster as his arms raised higher, his body now stretched higher and restrained in place.

"Ok... th-thats good," he offered.

Locking the winch in position she wandered back toward him. Standing before him, her eyes ravished his now helpless body with predatory lust.

"Mmm, I love it," she said. Placing her hand on his chest and caressing it softly she added, "But, will it hold? Try to escape...."

She bit her lower lip gently and purred softly with lust as she watched the powerful arms of this strong, handsome man straining helplessly against his bonds.

"I.... I can't," he confessed, his face now flushed and beaded with perspiration.

"Mmm, are you sure?," she teased in a seductive voice. Wickedly, she let her fingers brush softly along the outline of his trapped erection that was now involuntarily forming.

She smiled at his barely audible moan. Her fingers now played at his pants, unfastening them then slowly tugging downward on the zipper.

"Oh god," he panted softly.

"Keep trying," she murmured. "Try to get free. Can you get away from me, baby?"

He pulled harder, straining even more against his bonds. The more she watched this man's muscles tense in their futile attempt to break free the more she felt herself moistening with arousal.

"No, I can't... definitely not", he assured her in an unsteady voice. "It's definitely going to hold."

"Purrrfect," she purred seductively. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear."

Now he looked on helplessly, watching as she continued agonizingly slowly undoing his pants, then tugging down the fabric to reveal his stiffening, defenseless cock to her hungry gaze.

For a moment she simply gazed admiringly at it, loving how she could see it hardening before her eyes even more in tribute to her. Then her gaze locked on to his as she reached down and took his hardness gently into the soft warmth of her hand.

She smirked subtly at his involuntary gasp of pleasure, her silky fingers beginning to delicately tease... feather... pleasure... coaxing his cock into a state of quivering, steely hard need for her.

Licking her lips at his moan of pleasure she added, "But that's okay, isn't it? You don't mind, do you? I mean, you don't really want to be able to get away from me right now anyway, do you baby?"

Swallowing hard, he replied, No, I don't," the rhythmic involuntary thrusting of his hips toward her softly stroking hand confirming his longing for her. With a satisfied smile her hand released his needy erection, provoking a groan of frustration from him that made her smile.

"That's what I thought," she teased.

And just like that, he was hers for the taking.

Tell him it's just for a day and how hot it makes you to know he can't touch himself

To be fair, it wasn't like she'd never thought of Kayla 'like that' before. She'd always thought her bff was gorgeous and always envied her confidence and ability to turn on her sexual assertiveness like a flip of a switch.

She just never imagined that one day it would be her who would be the target of Kayla's seductive advances. She could barely breathe as her bff's soft lips nearly touched hers, her voice softly continuing, "... then the day after that, while you're softly teasing his balls, tell him you want him to wait just a little bit longer... keep making him wait. It'll be so hot, I promise. Just do as I say Sara... I'll show you how to turn Matthew into the perfect boyfriend..."

Barely able to think, Sara weakly said, "Okay..."

Letting her lips softly tease her friend's, Kayla purred, "... there'll be no more cumming for him, not until he understands that's no longer up to him... it'll be up to us...."

Gazing down at him she softly said, "You get it now, don't you baby? That you're going to do whatever I want?"

Swallowing hard, he softly replied, "I do..."

Stepping closer still, pinning him between the edge of the bed and the curves of her hips, she placed her hand on the back of his head and guided him toward her.

Whatever shall I do with you, my love?

Grant you a kiss? Have you earned it?

Yet when I hear that fracture in your voice—

when you lower yourself to the floor

and grip my gaze like I'm the edge of a cliff

and you're falling—

I wonder

what I wouldn't give

The look says it all…

You can watch us… but that’s all… no touching us… no touching yourself… no matter what you see us do… Those are the rules…

Why are we doing this to you…? Because we can…

Allie & Barbie

No such luck.

Within a moment they were upon him and busily at work. Cuffs securing his wrists to the arms of the chair. Ropes securing his ankles to the legs. Both of them indifferent and ignoring his apologies and pleas, their voices instead bantering back and forth as they worked.

"I told you he'd never make it..."

"Yeah, but what was that? Like, three minutes?..."

"Well you're quite the big talker. And you honestly think you could last longer than three minutes if you were watching 'us'?..."

"Fair..."

"And we haven't even really done much of anything yet..."

"And our clothes are even still on..."

A moment later he found himself restrained securely to the chair by both efficient ropework and also a sturdy pair of leather cuffs. They both paused, taking a moment to study their handiwork. Then another moment to gaze at the man bound to the chair.

"Do you think we're good?"

"Not sure, let's test him."

The two approached their captive audience of one, letting their soft curves press up against either side of him.

Soft lips brushed against his left ear as a voice purred, "Go on sweetie, it's ok. We changed our minds. You can touch us. You're allowed."

The pair shared a conspiratorial grin at the sight of his arms jerking and straining futilely against the cuffs.

Then a second voice in his right ear murmured, "Keep trying, as hard as you can. If you can touch us, you can have us. Both of us."

As mightily as he tried there was no chance. The cuffs and ropes were holding strong. He was going nowhere.

"I think we're good here now," a voice said with a grin.

"Agreed, now where were we?," the other purred provocatively.

Moving back in front of him, they were again comfortably in one another's arms as they gazed at one another with anticipation.

"I think we were right about here?"

"Mmm, I think so too."

They then turned their gazes toward him.

"It's showtime, sweetie. Eyes on us."

"And no looking away, that's cheating."

Moments later, with their clothes gradually falling away and falling to the floor the two had become so lost in one another that they were virtually oblivious of their audience of one. That is until his desperate, tormented sounds of need and frustration became so loud they became momentarily distracted.

Turning their attention toward him they saw his limbs straining. Body feverishly hot. Mouth hanging open. Eyes pleading.

"Mmm, look at him. I think he loves it," a voice purred.

"I think he hates it," the other teased.

Grins slowly crossed both of their faces as they shrugged indifferently.

"Love... hate... it can be such a fine line sometimes, don't you think?"

"I do. Either way, he'll be just fine. Let's leave it to him to decide which it is."

"Do you remember your rules, honey?", she asked in a sweet, innocent voice.

"Yes," he whimpered softly, his voice already quivering. "No kissing. No licking. No sucking. No opening my mouth unless you say I can."

She smiled understandingly at his hesitation... at the soft little sound that came from him. Approaching him, she pressed her curves gently against him and began softly kissing his neck.

Her voice murmured sympathetically, "I know baby, it aches... you need to cum so bad. But it's Sunday, you know the rules. I get to make you as hard as I want... keep you that way as long as I want... and no matter how badly you want to cum you won't let yourself, right?"

Swallowing hard, he nodded and agreed, "Right."

Smiling, she purred, "Good. Then you need to come with me now. I want to tease your cock some more, honey. I want to tease it a lot. I want to get you really, really close so I can watch you fight to keep from cumming. It's so hot when you do that baby, I love that so much."

"Oh god," he groaned, already allowing himself to be led by the hand back into their bedroom.

Smiling contentedly, she said, "I love Sundays so much, don't you? I can't decide though what I love more... how hot it is when I know you want to cum so bad but can't? Or, how much I love the look on your face when I use you to make me cum as much as I want?"

His wife’s question was fair. She was right. Once they returned home they both settled into their routines and reading took a backseat. Often until their next trip.

Shrugging, he replied, “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t know, because we’re both busy, I guess?”

Sighing, she said, “Probably, but we should make time. I’m going to. The book I was reading was getting really good. I’m going to get comfy then grab my book, you should join me.”

“I don’t know, maybe… we’ll see. If the game’s not any good I might.”

He headed down to his mancave and settled into his recliner. Twenty minutes later at a commercial he headed upstairs to grab a beer. As he walked past the den he glanced inside and stopped in his tracks.

A moment later he’d grabbed a book and made his way in. Glancing up from her book his wife fought back a smirk as he settled in next to her.

“Aww, are you going to join me, honey?”, she asked innocently.

“Yeah, I…. I changed my mind. You’re right, I probably should read more at home.”

“Mmm hmm, you should.”

She then rested her hand on his thigh, rubbing it sensually. Purring softly she added, “But if you’re going to read next to me you’re going to have to stay quiet and sit still. My book is getting really… really… hot, so I don’t want to be disturbed, ok baby?”

Swallowing hard, he nodded, “Uhhh, yeah… sure… I can do that.”

This poor man, not only was his mouth hanging open but it was as if he was unable to decide where his gaze should land.

Her toned, sexy legs?

The way her robe was parted so casually, yet so tauntingly?

That wisp of silky blonde hair falling across her face?

The swell of her breast?

That curious expression on her gorgeous face?

The faintest hint of a nipple peeking through her robe?

After only one night it was already too much for him. Already he was simply overwhelmed by everything about her.

So instead of responding with words he approached, knelt before her, lovingly kissed the softness of her leg, then laid his head in her lap.

She laughed softly beneath her breath as she gazed down at him, smiling, raking her fingers gently through his hair.