Delayed Pleasure Part I
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The next morning I woke up as my husband shoved one of my dildos into my pussy and pushed my knees back to begin eating my ass. He works the dildo in and out and rubs my clit, while his tongue continues to eat my ass. But again he does not let me cum. As he concentrates on my ass I reach down to rub my clit, hoping to cum before my husband notices but he quickly he sees my hands and hits them away with a hard smack. “Roll over; on all fours,” he commands in his disciplinarian voice. “You want to be a bad girl, fine. We can go that route.” “No,” I whine. “Please, I just need to cum so badly.” Smack his big hand comes down hard onto my bare ass. I wince in pain. “I will tell you when you are allowed to cum and not a minute before.” Another smack comes down hard onto my ass. I breathe in hard and clench my teeth. Tears trickle down my face as I stay on all fours on my bed. My nightgown covers my upper body but my ass now beat red is totally exposed. “I hope you will apologize to me for making me do that. It does not make me happy to punish you but you must learn your place”, my husband tells me this as he strokes my head. Not looking at him, I quietly say, “I am sorry for making you do that. Thank you for teaching me.” He walks behind me and shoves the dildo back into my pussy. “Spread you ass cheeks”, he tells me as he moves the dildo in and out. I put my head down onto the mattress, reach back with both hands and spread my ass open for him. It hurts to touch my cheeks but I am not about to disobey him. He returns his mouth to my ass and he continues to work the dildo in and out of my pussy. It was torture; the best torture I could imagine. My husband filled my ass with a mix of his spit and my pussy juices, which flowed from me in abundance. Then he stopped again just before climax. He pulled out the dildo and then nothing. I heard him opening drawers but had no idea what he was planning. Finally his hand is on my ass rubbing my cheeks. His hand moves down to my pussy lips and he rubs them up and down gently. As I begin to relax, my husband takes a butt plug and shoves it into my ass. Being well lubricated it goes in fairly easily. He then places a vibrator into my pussy and straps the harness around my waist and between my legs. This harness is like a chaste belt but with a vibrator and clit massager on it. The massager and vibrator are remote controlled. My husband has used this on me before and it is maddening. My husband has the remote and I have no way to get it off without the key. He dresses me in sweat pants and a baggy sweatshirt with no other top. ”Go make the boys breakfast. I’ll be down soon”. He heads towards the shower. “Can I wash my face?” I ask. “No” is all he says. Then he uses the remote to turn on the vibrator and closes the door. I try to maintain some normalcy as I fix the boys breakfast and get my middle guy ready for his game. I use Paper towels to try and soak up the pussy juice that runs down my leg. Thankfully my boys are loud so do not hear the low hum of the vibrator. My husband comes down and we head to the game.
We are playing on the new HS turf field, which is good because the stands are much bigger and I hope we can find a place away from everyone. Leading me by my hand, my husband walks me right towards the main group of parents. He walks up into the stands, sits and pulls me onto his lap. We engage in small talk with the other parents, all the while my husband turns the vibrators on and off intermittently. I try to concentrate but people notice. Some moms ask if I’m okay because I seem distracted and I’m sweating. “I’m fine,” I tell them just nervous for the boys. “You should take off that sweatshirt”, one of the dad’s tells me. “Help you cool off”. “I’m fine “, I tell him in my calmest voice. Pussy juice feels like it is pouring out of me. I can feel it soaking my sweatpants. My husband reaches under my sweatshirt and rubs my back innocently enough except he pushes up the shirt higher and higher. I pull the shirt down but each time he pushes it up as he ramps up the vibrator. From the front and side he exposes nothing but from the back you have a pretty good side boob shot. We are three rows from the top. The only people behind us are the 20 year old son of one of the parents and his friend from college. Eventually they notice the show they are being given and I hear quiet comments being passed between them as well as the click of cameras. My husband eventually allows me to pull my shirt down and the boys turn their attention back to the game. As the excitement of the game builds, my husband reaches under my sweatshirt and begins to work my nipples. Again not letting me cum. The feeling is so intense I lose my mind. I sit rocking on my husband’s lap, grinding into his cock. I bite down on a small towel to muffle my moans. A few people commented how into the game I was. I was moaning and sweating. I tried to cover by yelling out football phrases to cover my erotic agony.
Finally he lets me cum. As my son's team scores, my hubby turns both the vibe and massager full blast and really works my tits. I let out a loud guttural moan and just collapsed on him. As everyone cheers around us he says into my ear, Look how happy they all are to have you cum for me.” MmmHmm was all I could muster. He moves me off his lap and walks away, leaving me there in mini-convulsions. He keeps turning on the panties as I talked to the other mothers around me, which made it hard to carry a coherent conversation. One of the moms even comments on the vibration she feels on the bench we are both sitting on. I feign stupidity and tell her I don’t feel anything. At one point I even pull my hands into my sweatshirt and massaged my tits. I must have cum 5 or more times during the game. After the game I stay seated not quite sure if my legs would support me. My husband walks towards me. “Let’s go”, my husband tells me. “My sweat pants are soaked with my pussy juices and if anyone notices they’ll think I pissed myself.” I tell him, slightly embarrassed. “I can give you my jacket to tie around your waist, but it’s going to cost you”, He smiles as he holds out the jacket. I take it, wrap it around my waist and wonder what my husband means by cost. I am sure I will find out soon enough.
We are playing on the new HS turf field, which is good because the stands are much bigger and I hope we can find a place away from everyone. Leading me by my hand, my husband walks me right towards the main group of parents. He walks up into the stands, sits and pulls me onto his lap. We engage in small talk with the other parents, all the while my husband turns the vibrators on and off intermittently. I try to concentrate but people notice. Some moms ask if I’m okay because I seem distracted and I’m sweating. “I’m fine,” I tell them just nervous for the boys. “You should take off that sweatshirt”, one of the dad’s tells me. “Help you cool off”. “I’m fine “, I tell him in my calmest voice. Pussy juice feels like it is pouring out of me. I can feel it soaking my sweatpants. My husband reaches under my sweatshirt and rubs my back innocently enough except he pushes up the shirt higher and higher. I pull the shirt down but each time he pushes it up as he ramps up the vibrator. From the front and side he exposes nothing but from the back you have a pretty good side boob shot. We are three rows from the top. The only people behind us are the 20 year old son of one of the parents and his friend from college. Eventually they notice the show they are being given and I hear quiet comments being passed between them as well as the click of cameras. My husband eventually allows me to pull my shirt down and the boys turn their attention back to the game. As the excitement of the game builds, my husband reaches under my sweatshirt and begins to work my nipples. Again not letting me cum. The feeling is so intense I lose my mind. I sit rocking on my husband’s lap, grinding into his cock. I bite down on a small towel to muffle my moans. A few people commented how into the game I was. I was moaning and sweating. I tried to cover by yelling out football phrases to cover my erotic agony.
Finally he lets me cum. As my son's team scores, my hubby turns both the vibe and massager full blast and really works my tits. I let out a loud guttural moan and just collapsed on him. As everyone cheers around us he says into my ear, Look how happy they all are to have you cum for me.” MmmHmm was all I could muster. He moves me off his lap and walks away, leaving me there in mini-convulsions. He keeps turning on the panties as I talked to the other mothers around me, which made it hard to carry a coherent conversation. One of the moms even comments on the vibration she feels on the bench we are both sitting on. I feign stupidity and tell her I don’t feel anything. At one point I even pull my hands into my sweatshirt and massaged my tits. I must have cum 5 or more times during the game. After the game I stay seated not quite sure if my legs would support me. My husband walks towards me. “Let’s go”, my husband tells me. “My sweat pants are soaked with my pussy juices and if anyone notices they’ll think I pissed myself.” I tell him, slightly embarrassed. “I can give you my jacket to tie around your waist, but it’s going to cost you”, He smiles as he holds out the jacket. I take it, wrap it around my waist and wonder what my husband means by cost. I am sure I will find out soon enough.
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