christiano
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# Posted: 23 Feb 2008 08:07:57
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I returned home from a long hard day at work. My wife Angie’s car was in the drive, so I knew that she was already back from her work-out at the gym. I felt so horny, it being over a month since I’d been allowed to cum, but knew I’d be sent straight into the kitchen to prepare dinner – or so I thought. I rang the door bell (Angie doesn’t let me have my own key). When she opened the door, I saw that Angie was dressed to kill – black knee boots, stockings and mini skirt and a tight white leather corset that pushed her tits up and out. She smiled as my jaw dropped open. “Be in the lounge in 5 minutes, naked” she commanded and turned on her heels.
5 minutes later I knocked on the lounge door, naked except for my cock cage. When I entered the room I noticed a variety of objects on the floor, including an old towel just in front of my wife’s chair. She beckoned me to her and removed my cage with the key she kept round her neck. “Today, we are going to play a new game that I call The Descent of Man” she said, smiling an evil smile. “I have set this alarm to go off in about fifteen minutes” she continued. “You have until then to cum. If you can’t manage it by then, too bad, you’ll be waiting another month! To earn your cum, you have to do a series of tasks for me that will show you how low you have reached on the evolutionary scale. Start by sucking my gym socks while standing bolt upright. Don’t stop till I tell you!”
I ran to the other end of the room and picked Angie’s socks out of her trainers. They were very wet with her sweat. On instruction I crammed them both into my mouth and stood to attention. Angie picked up a magazine and began to read it, absent-mindedly thumbing the pages while the alarm clock ticked loudly across the silent room. I looked at Angie’s legs curled up on the chair and her tightly confined boobs rising and falling as she breathed and my sex-starved cock stood to attention too. I so wanted to cum but would there be enough time? I wished that I could see the clock but it was turned so that only Angie could see how long was remaining.
After what seemed like an age, Angie looked up at me and smiled at my hamster cheeks. “Next task, this time kneel up. Lick and sniff the armpits of my leotard.” I placed the socks back in the trainers, relieved to have the use of my mouth back and knelt erect in front of Angie’s pink leotard. The armpits were soaked from her work-out. I adore the smell of her sweat and my cock twitched in appreciation as I brought the material to my nose and inhaled deeply. Again, the room fell silent save for the turning pages of Angie’s magazine, the ticking of the clock and the thumping of my heart.
After another interminable wait I was directed to sit on my heels for the third task. I had to drink a large glass of Angie’s pee. Not a rare event by any means, but after she has worked out and sweated, her ‘gift’ is always very strong and pungent. It must have taken me two minutes to force it all down, but even when it was all gone Angie continued to read he magazine with none of the sense of urgency that I was feeling.
For the fourth task I had to lie on my stomach. On the end of the towel in front of Angie’s lay a used sanitary pad fresh with the product of Angie’s period. This was something new. I was ordered to lick it all over ‘lovingly’. The prospect of this revolted me, though in practice it wasn’t as bad as I feared. Angie seemed to be enjoying my humiliation. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that she had abandoned her magazine and was looking down on my with a big smile on her face as I prostrated myself before her. Once I had licked and kissed every inch of the sodden pad Angie announced that I had earned my reward and that I was to lie face down on the rough towel with my head at her feet and my hands by my head.
I quickly scrambled into position while Angie announced that I could get myself off by humping the towel, but that to make things interesting, she would stand on my hands and I would lick her boots. Angie has a wonderful figure, but she is tall and muscular so she weighs150 pounds. When she stood on my hands the pain was intense and I cried out. Angie laughed. “Time’s running out lover boy, get humping, but don’t forget to keep that tongue on my boots!”
I licked and humped for all I was worth. The towel was rough on my exposed cock-head. Whenever I got into a rhythm Angie would grind one of her boots into my hand and the pain would cause me to miss a beat. Eventually, despite Angie’ attentions, I could feel the tension build as I grew closer to orgasm. Angie had the clock in her hand. A few more seconds and I would be there. But then the alarm rang out. “Stop!” Angie commanded. I wailed in frustration and could not help making a few extra thrusts – until Angie angrily stamped down on my hand and then forcibly turned me on my back.
I lay there in frustration looking up the skirt of my wonderful, terrible wife. I immediately saw that she had her hand down her panties and was rubbing herself furiously. She squatted over me and gave me a close up view as she brought herself to a loud and intense orgasm. “That was so Hot!” she announced when she had recovered “We’ll be doing that again I promise, and next time I’ll bring one of my boyfriends to watch as you debase yourself. Now get up, and bring me that cock-cage”.
Sadly this is fantasy, not reality. But perhaps some of you real life cuckoldresses out there would like to try it out on your cuck hubbies?
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