1. Cuckold 2


    Date: 12/14/2017, Categories: Cuckold, Author: Little_wanker, Source: LushStories

    John liked to wank. No, he really liked to wank. He wasn't so keen on wanking off, if you understand the distinction, because cumming left him feeling spent and deflated. He liked the journey far more than the arrival, so quite often he would stop and deny himself the final release. After some internet 'research' he'd discovered this was called edging and, as much as he liked doing it himself, it was far far better when Jayne did it for him. Either way, he simply could not stop himself having what he referred to as 'dirty thoughts' whilst edging himself or being edged by Jayne. The dirty thoughts were many and varied but always involved Jayne cuckolding him in some way. He'd be forced to watch, or made to wait outside on the landing, or to sit downstairs. She'd bring a lover home, or go to his place, or do it in the car, or at a hotel. He fantasised about being humiliated to a varying degree and he confessed to Jayne that he wasn't 100% sure about that part of the fantasy. It definitely excited him but the nature and extent of the humiliation would be a case of trial by error. He was very keen on being teased about size and performance and maybe even locked up in a chastity device but being forced to wear stockings whilst being fucked up the arse by Jayne wearing a strap on was a definite no! He'd read a lot about cuckold humiliation and there was a very broad spectrum! Right now he was naked, lying on the bed, wanking himself whilst having some dirty thoughts. Jayne ...
    wasn't home, working late and an exercise class or something had delayed her, so he had time and space to enjoy his erection. It as only five inches and pretty thin but it was hard and pointing straight up. He tugged at it gently, imagining Jayne was on this same bed, their marital bed, being fucked roughly by a young well hung stud whilst he was in the spare room straining to hear the sounds of sex. The creaking bed, the banging headboard, the grunts that announce a male orgasm and, most excitingly, the distinctive sound of her climax. He'd be locked away, straining in his confinement to get all of his 5 inches erect and weeping delicious cuckold tears. After, he'd be called through to clean up the mess, thank the stud profusely for satisfying his wife in a manner he simply could not and see him out. Then he could wait to see if he'd been a good enough boy to earn a 'cuckold's reward'. Jayne would unlock his little wanker and wipe his tears away before slowly wanking him off. Sometimes she'd say nothing about what had happened, other times he'd be spared not one detail. Either way it was entirely up to her. Often, he fantasised about being wanked and then cruelly ruined. Stimulated to the point of no return. Just and just beyond the edge and then Jayne would abandon him to spurt without stimulation. He'd thrust uselessly searching vainly for stimulation. One, maybe two proper spurts before it reduced to a pathetic dribble due to the lack of contact. Sometimes Jayne would stop ...
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