Female Led Relationships

During the next month, I did something that caused her displeasure which
resulted in her shaving my pubic hair and being refused any sexual release
until it had grown back to her satisfaction. Thus, when it came time for
her evening out, I had not enjoyed an orgasm for almost two weeks. This
time my envelope seemed thicker and when I opened it four photos tumbled
out. In all of the pictures, Emma was wearing nothing but the garter
belt, hose and panties — her bra was now gone. The first picture showed
my wife ripping Dave’s shirt open. Her arms were a blur and some of the
buttons were caught in mid-flight. The second photo showed off Dave’s
flat stomach and muscled chest. Emma was pulling the remnants of his
shirt off of his arms while sucking one of his nipples. In the third
picture Dave’s shirt was gone and Emma was reaching for the buckle of
his belt. In the last photo Dave’s pants were gone and my wife was on
her knees before him, her hands tugging at the waist band of his bikini
undershorts while she ogled the obvious bulge in his briefs.

At about 2 a.m. Emma arrived home. She stood over the bed with a pair
of shiny handcuffs dangling from her finger. She ordered me out of bed to
kneel at her feet. I immediately obeyed and she sat in a chair and
removed her shoes. With her stockinged foot she tickled my balls and cock
saying how pitiful I looked with my stubble of pubic hair. With that she
proceeded to lock my hands behind my back with the handcuffs. She then
piled all of the pillows into a mound on the bed. Stepping out of her
dress she climbed on the bed and knelt over the mound of pillows. In this
position her butt was raised up high and beautifully framed by her
garters. She ordered me to climb on the bed and kneel behind her.
Thinking that I was to be allowed to fuck her ass, I quickly complied.
However, as I climbed on the bed, she reached up on the headboard and
grabbed her six inch vibrator. She flicked it on and pushed it into my
mouth. “Fuck my ass with this slave” she said mockingly. I lowered my
head and pushed the phallus into her ass. Her rear passage was already
wet and slick and she showed no pain or discomfort from the penetration.
Clearly someone had recently plowed this passage! As I worked her ass
with the vibrator, she reached for my photo album and began to flip
through the pages. She began to taunt me by commenting on Dave’s ebony
body and muscular build. When she reached the last page showing her
pulling down his briefs she giggled and said, “Just wait until you see his
cock!” With that my cock erupted even though I had not touched it. Emma
felt some of my come hit her leg and she laughed. She then began pushing
her ass back against the vibrator and after a few minutes she had a
satisfying orgasm. She pulled away from the vibrator and took it from my
mouth. Then she pushed my face into the pool of sperm and made me lick it
up. I spent the night in the handcuffs and she refused to remove them
until the next morning — after she had reshaved my pubic hair!

I made a concerted effort to be especially attentive to my wife’s needs
and desires for the next month so that by the time her next night out came
around my cock and balls were surround by a sparse growth of hair. This
time the envelope only contained two photos. The first showed Emma
pulling down Dave’s underwear to reveal a long and thick cock. In the
first picture his cock was only semi-erect, but still impressive. The
second photo showed his cock fully erect at about eight inches with my
wife on her knees licking it. After going another month without coming,
it took a supreme effort of will and a fast cold shower to keep from
spurting my load. At three a.m. my wife arrived home. The first thing
she did was to check how hard my cock was to see if I had come from
looking at her latest photos. When she was satisfied that I had been good
she instructed me to kneel at the foot of her chair. She fastened the
handcuffs on my wrists securing my hands behind my back. Stripping off
her dress and damp panties she grabbed an eight inch vibrator and sat in
front of me. She began to massage my cock and balls with her stockinged
feet as she slid the pulsating vibrator into her pussy, its swollen lips
gripping the pliable plastic. Warning that I was not to come, she ordered
that I describe how beautiful Dave’s cock was. I cannot describe the
tension created by being forced to praise another man’s penis while a
beautiful woman caressed my engorged cock and balls with the silk of her
stockings and watching her large vibrator stroking in and out of her cunt,
already coated with juices that I knew were sperm. After fifteen minutes
of this torture, my wife’s feet fell from my cock and she concentrated
solely on bringing herself to orgasm. Although I felt like I had just run
a marathon, I had not come! Although I was pleased with my performance,
Emma was not. She insisted that I had not been generous enough in my
praise of Dave’s cock. Although I begged and pleaded, I went to bed that
night once again clean shaven.

After two months of tongue baths, massages, and utter devotion to Emma
and with no relief for myself, my cock was super sensitive. It was
constantly erect and threatened to explode at the slightest stimulation –
just putting on my pants was a torture. Arriving home on the appointed
night, I was surprised to find Emma’s car parked in the garage. Fearing
that she must be sick I hustled the kids inside, but found no trace of
her. There was no note, but an envelope was neatly tucked under my pillow
so I went through my normal evening routine. Once the kids were asleep I
stripped and pulled the envelope from under my pillow. Sitting on the bed
I ripped open the flap and discovered two pictures. The first I expected.
It was a close-up of Emma on her knees with most of Dave’s cock stuffed
in her mouth. The second picture was a total surprise. It was a close-up
which showed my wife kneeling and facing the camera. In her right hand
she held Dave’s erect penis and she was licking the head of his cock. In
her left hand she was holding a stiff white penis and was licking its head
at the same time! This new cock was also about eight inches long, but not
as thick as Daves.

The moment I saw this second picture, my cock spurted its load. The
first pulse sent a stream of come splashing against the wall five feet
away! In seconds I was drenched in sperm. Although the relief was
fantastic, I knew that I was in trouble.

I heard the bedroom door open at about 4 a.m. Emma stood at the door
and switched on the light. She had a wry smile on her face and walked to
the bed. Slowly she bent down to kiss me. As our lips touched, she took
my head in her hands and held me tightly to her. I felt her tongue brush
against my lips and I opened my mouth to accept her devilish tongue.
Instead, a mouthful of come fell from her mouth and into mine. I
instantly realized that she had blown her lover (or lovers) just before
coming into the house. Knowing that her sexual act had taken place right
outside the front door and only seconds before seeing me excited me beyond
belief and for the second time that night, my cock erupted without being
touched. Emma laughed at my predicament. “I’ll have to tell Dave how
much you like his come!” she taunted. Then she went into the bathroom and
returned with my razor. Handing it to me she said, “You may come back to
bed when you’re baby smooth again.” As I took the razor and headed for
the shower she called after me, “Be sure you don’t cut off anything
important!” and laughing, crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep.