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When we first got married, my ex-wife and I had sex normally and I enjoyed myself, although she insisted I wear a condom every time. After half a year of marriage, the "honeymoon glow" wore off, I guess ... and my wife told me that I was too small to satisfy her (I suppose she was faking her orgasms).
My wife’s first solution was to purchase a "butt-plug" for herself. It was shaped like a large fat cone and made her vagina squeeze tighter on my erection. That didn't really work for her because she said my hard-on still didn't have enough girth inside her (not to mention being too short, which the butt-plug couldn't fix), even when she got on top and worked me as deep and as hard as possible. However, she continued using the butt-plug very frequently in the future ... with the difference that it was my job to lube it and insert it very gently and slowly into her rear. (Thankfully she would remove it herself after "sex", when she used the toilet.)
Her next "solution" was to buy a hollow strap-on for me to wear. It was one of those realistic-looking black stud hollow strap-ons ... thick enough to stretch her wide so she could feel something, long enough to push all the way deep inside her, while still letting her grind her clit on me when that “black stud cock” was pushed all the way in. It had a nice fat flaring glans on top of an ugly shaft full of bulging veins. I thought it would be something "fun" we could try now and then, not realizing that her intention was for me to wear it every time we had "sex". Unfortunately, the model my wife chose (and said she loved) had thin straps and a rubber-plastic cock which sat on a hard base. She never would consider a more “comfortable” style. (Now I understand why!)
After experimenting a few times we both realized that my fully erect "base" penis was too small and not wide enough to provide her with a sufficient platform for the strap-on. The strap-on was too loose and slipped around too much for her. My wife said that the strap-on required a more solid “core” than I could naturally provide.
Her solution was for me to wear a cock ring (she found the smallest and tightest metal ring possible). She would ask me to come to bed wearing it (and nothing else of course). Then she would put my head on a pillow while she straddled me with her naked body (yes she was quite attractive). Then the "tease" started ... she began to stroke my cock and balls while flaunting her sex in front of me.
That was enough for me to get an erection but it would defeat the purpose if I came so I had to tell her when I was about to orgasm so she could stop and dig her fingernails painfully into some part of my body (or sometimes she would stick the nail of her little finger tip into my pee hole ... or less often push a knuckle deep between my scrotum and butthole). With experience, she could begin to tell when I was getting ready to explode and would just stop and "distract" me herself. Then it got to the point where she would “distract” me at random, whether or not she thought I was almost ready to cum. She would do it for “fun” whenever it pleased her because she “just felt like doing it”. Because of the cock ring, I wouldn't "deflate” much.
During the last few years, my wife would “d**g” me with Viagra to be extra sure I would have enough of a solid erection to fill the strap-on with a dependable core. When she came walking up to me with a blue pill and glass of water, I knew she expected to have “sex” in 2-3 hours. I would take my medicine, put on the cock ring, and wait for her to call me over. With Viagra, my wife could let me “deflate” a little more than in the previous years. She would place a cloth-covered ice pack over my genitals briefly to shrink me, then work on me again, then the ice pack briefly then work on me again, over and over until the ice pack got too warm. That process did make the erection stronger with each “reboot”, especially since the blue pill guaranteed that I would come “back to life”. I think it became a “game” to her to see how often I could “deflate” slightly then “re-inflate”. My wife became an expert at filling that poor little penis with blood until it became as hard as a rock.
Part of her teasing act was to put my erect penis between her boobs then crawl up over me while letting the tip of the penis slide along her tummy until it got gently pressed flat between her labia, so I could feel her hairy juicy pussy heat steaming me physically and mentally, directly teasing me with the hope of fucking her. She let her tits brush on my chest. The scent from her body came over me like a heavy intoxicating fog, further increasing my torment. Her beautiful face moved close to mine, her sweet lips close enough to kiss me, her soft hair falling loose around her head and dr****g over mine, like an enveloping embrace that mimicked her “embrace” of my manhood down below by her hairy pussy lips. For a moment, she firmly dominated my “manhood”, trapping me helplessly under her spell.
That was one of the only times during “sex” when she would look me directly in the eyes. I have no idea what she was thinking but I was miserable with burning desire begging to be satisfied. Then she would sit up on her knees, grab my erection, and sit down to let the tip penetrate ever so slightly into her hole before she quickly pulled me out.
Needless to say, there were times where that trick “backfired” on her and I couldn’t help but cum. She could feel me throb and would get mad and clamp my cock very quickly and very hard to stop the eruption, but by then it was too late. Although I couldn’t help myself from cumming due to her tease sometimes, I naturally tried to stop it just to not make her upset and mean … besides, she had a strong grip and could really squeeze my cock and back up the ejaculate inside my tube, but it would leak out eventually anyway, but not inside my wife, which was OK with her. She made me wear the strap-on after I came anyway even though it hurt me more as I didn’t have much of a hard-on to bear the punishing pounding she delivered with even more force than normal. Then afterwards she would perform the “prostate procedure” in the bathroom as described below, with more “mashing” than usual.
(At times, she would sit her pussy on my face and tell me to lick and suck. I loved to taste her wet hole, smell that woman funk, suck on her fat labia, feel that sweet little clit on the tip of my tongue, and get that hairy juicy cunt all over my face. That was probably the most pleasurable experience of our "sex" life, but she didn't offer herself to me very often, and when she did, I'm sure she thought it was more for her pleasure than mine ... plus it got me harder in preparation for my cock acting as the "base platform" for the strap-on. As far as HER mouth and lips were concerned, she never touched me anywhere with those parts after the “honeymoon” was over.)
When it got to the point where it looked like the penis was "bursting" (the glans was puffed large and bluish with the pee hole gaping open a little leaking some pre-cum, the veins in the shaft all engorged and blue and popping through the skin, the balls also turning blue, and the whole little "package" was as big as was possible), then she would hand me the lube and the strap-on and say "get ready".
Needless to say, it was more than a little humiliating to see my throbbing cock begging for orgasm and release and ejaculation, only to be stopped repeatedly, and finally shoved into a huge black strap-on, covered up, hidden, and denied of all touch and sensation, other than the chafing sensation inside that plastic monster. I could feel my penis jump and throb a little bit before I had to wear the device.
So while she watched from the side, I would lube my own swollen shaft, adjust the straps around my butt, and push/twist/squeeze the strap-on onto me. It was a tight fit and hurt a little. Then I had to lube the strap-on shaft and especially that big flaring glans of my "black stud cock". I felt a little gay stroking that strap-on because it felt so realistic, but I was more embarrassed than excited. After I was done with that, my wife pulled the pillow from under my head and slid it beneath my butt then got on top of me.
During the “honeymoon” I was able to have sex with her in different positions, but afterwards she took control of our “sex” life and only wanted to be on top. I assumed it was to give her more penetration and so she could control her orgasm, but now I realize it was probably mainly she just got satisfaction from being IN control.
I couldn’t touch her during “sex” because she said I had lube on my fingers from greasing up me, the strap-on, and occasionally, her butt-plug. That was just an excuse because it could have easily been cleaned off. And she didn’t mind it when she told me to squeeze her nipples as she orgasmed, because the lube helped her get the soft but not harsh feeling she was looking for during her “ecstasy”. That was ONLY time I was allowed to touch her.
My wife closed her eyes (she always had her eyes closed ... to imagine another lover of course), put the palm of her left hand on my chest, then slowly lowered herself onto my black cock, guiding it in with her right hand. She pressed really hard with her left hand on my chest with most of her weight while she slowly inserted her "man" and dug her left-hand fingernails into my flesh.
Then the "pounding" started. As my wife got more and more excited by her fantasy, she would slide herself on the cock faster and faster and would bang, bounce, grind, slam and generally just let herself go with all focus on her pleasure and none on mine. She was in the habit of pinching my nipples, squeezing them, pulling them far, and twisting them hard. I'm not sure why she had to do that (and I’m surprised they stayed on!).
My wife would lean back, supported by her arms, working that cock up and down inside her. I could get a good view of my wife fucking someone else, wrapping herself around that monster cock instead of me. She would pause at the top of the penis where she could just grip the huge head then spread her pussy lips open with one hand, maybe for her enjoyment, maybe to make me mad with jealousy. When she pulled up on the cock like that, I could see her blood-red aroused labia wrapping that cock in a loving female embrace, like wrapping her “wings” around her lover, holding him tight inside her.
As she spread herself open, she would expose a glistening wet pink slit looking so sweet and sexy against her darkened pussy lips, the dark brown fuzzy pubic hair, and especially the blackness of that ugly huge monster cock she was embracing so lovingly. Then my wife would pull back her clitoral hood so I could see that sweet little nub poking out begging for sex. She would wet her finger, gently rub her clit then massage around it. I noticed her sticky white cum on that shaft of that cock, saw her exposing her whole body for me to see … the toned smooth white thighs, the tender inner flesh of her sexy legs showcasing that marvelous cunt, her wide hips, nice waist, flat tummy, sensuous full boobs with nipples now fully erect begging to be kissed or sucked, her soft warm neck I used to nuzzle, and her wonderfully pretty face, lips parted slightly as she breathed hard and escaped into some erotic fantasy land I was unable to satisfy.
After she masturbated a little, that would get her going again working up and down that cock as she leaned back for me to see. In that position, the strap-on would bend my own penis down and everything pushed into those “blue balls” which hurt with every thrust of her hips downward. Then she would lean forward again and return to pounding and grinding on me as she worked that fucking cock inside her as far as it would go, up and down, over and over.
When my wife was getting ready to orgasm, she would tell me to pinch her nipples very hard, then she would really grind on me with most all her weight on her pubic bone (and mine!), while that black cock filled her completely. Her face would change expression (with her eyes still closed), then she would moan loudly and even through the plastic cock, I could feel her vagina grip and squeeze the strap-on. I could feel the strap-on dig down painfully harder into my genitals. She pushed my butt all the way down into the pillow as she felt the full force of her orgasm. Her contorted face was so close to mine, but this time through her closed eyes, her lips were kissing those of another man as she orgasmed, and her hair was d****d over the face of another as she embraced that man with her sex, her body, her hair, and her love. I grew to hate seeing that face contorted with a****l sexual pleasure while I felt only physical, mental, and spiritual pain.
After my wife finished her last orgasm (often she would use me for 2-3 more rounds) she would slowly release the cock (spending a little more time feeling that fat glans exit out of her hungry vagina), open her eyes, climb off me, lay on her back, and "cool off", I guess. She would caress her body, rub her pussy, and relax. Perhaps she was still in that other world enjoying the “afterglow” with her other lover. Another purpose of this "cooling off" period was she knew I needed time to "deflate" inside my strap-on. While she was lying next to me touching herself (and making me feel like her used "bitch"), I would collect some of her sticky cum on my fingers from the strap-on (mixed with lube) to smell and taste it.
The experience for me was not pleasurable at all. Because I was wearing a cock ring, the base of the strap-on put most of the pressure on my pubic bone (I'm surprised that bone never broke), as well as on my balls (which of course were pushed into an upright position by the cock ring). And because everything was "pressurized", the pain sensation was even worse, especially on my balls. I suppose another "pleasurable" sensation for my wife was for her to feel a man’s real fat swollen blue testicles on her as she pushed that fake (but realistic) cock inside her. And I'm surprised she never "broke" my penis ... when she got going, she would swing her pelvis side to side, back and forth, and in circles. My wife got a wild erotic workout at the expense of my aching groin.
Soon we would both head to the bathroom where she would go pee (and remove the butt-plug when necessary) and wash herself while I had to stand there and hand her what she needed. Then she would tell me to remove the strap-on. That was also humiliating to have her see my small limp pitiful penis next to that huge black thing. One “good” deed she did was to remove the cock ring herself since she knew I would be hesitant to pull it off due to the discomfort. Even though my cock was limper, it was still rather full and it and my balls were sore, so she gave me more lube and roughly yanked out my penis then yanked the ring over my testicles (felt like getting kicked in the balls!).
Then for some reason she would inspect me. I had to shave around my genitals every other day, maybe so she could get her "jollies" to clearly see the fresh raw red impression the base of the strap-on made on my flesh. She would lift up and inspect my penis, and kind of grin to see where the flesh on my shaft was red and raw, where the strap-on dug into my scrotum, and see where I was black-and-blue, especially on the pubic bone area. Then she would bounce my balls in palm of her hand and squish them around just a little to feel all sides of each testicle and the cords (to ensure they were not totally dead and/or crushed or to restore blood flow?) I had to wince as she made that “inspection” because those abused testicles were still very tender; the pain radiated up into my groin. Maybe she just wanted to inspect me to be sure I wasn't harmed badly and was ready to service her again (she needed to do it every 4 to 7 days on average).
As I looked in the mirror at what she was doing with my genitals, I always noticed how my nipples had gotten permanently misshapen. Especially after we had "sex", they looked like the nipples on a pre-puberty girl. Very red, fat, puffy, and somewhat elongated. I wish she didn't feel the need to pinch, pull, and twist them with so much vicious and extreme sadism. They felt tender and raw after I put on my shirt. And even now they don't look like "manly" tits. Maybe she was trying to make me more of her "bitch" than I already was ... a service tool with a big "clit" she could use ... so why not "transform" my nipples also? :-)
Every now and then I would cum inside the strap-on while my wife was pounding on me. But that was rare. In any event, I had to thoroughly clean the strap-on with hot water and soap, and carefully stroke all those ugly veins to "sanitize" it for the next round of "sex". My wife of course inspected that cleaning procedure to make sure I did it right, and that I used a bottle brush to get my "gunk" out of the hollow interior.
My wife got really mad if she discovered I masturbated, I suppose because she knew it took me 2-3 days to "recharge", so if I masturbated in between, I may not get hard when she needed me to. After a while I stopped masturbating without her approval, because my wife came up with a rule that she to watch me as I masturbated in the sink after "sex" (even if only a drop or two came out) and at no other time. If I made any sound of pleasure while cumming, she would kind of slap me on the shoulder and say something like “Oh come on … just finish”. At times, there was blood in my semen … from all the pounding on that area, I guess.
Depending on her mood, instead of having me masturbate in the sink, my wife would tell me to bend over and hold a kleenex under my penis while she inserted one of those prostate-dildos inside me (at least she lubed it :-) ). It didn’t matter if I told her there might be something in the “chute” or not. Her response to that or any other comment I made about “bodily functions” was “It’s OK. That’s natural. You’re such a prude.” My wife would then begin to very roughly "mash" my prostate with a LOT of pressure with the vibrator running until I replaced the dirty Kleenex and showed her a dry Kleenex to prove that I had stopped dribbling and was “on empty”. It seemed like she wanted to bruise me as badly inside as I was outside because when she got done with that "procedure" … I had pain for hours. And of course, I had to thoroughly clean that “prostate-dildo” probe under her inspection.
I never forgave her for that extra humiliation of controlling when I could orgasm (or ejaculate or be milked). I had to stand there (or bend there) and go through the "procedure" not for my pleasure but to get me "mechanically" cleaned out and ready for my body to "recharge" so she could take advantage of my natural sexual urge the next time she wanted to satisfy her needs. It wasn't easy for me to get hard in that situation because in addition to her standing there naked to "excite" me while berating me silently, the flesh on my shaft was still raw from the friction of the strap-on, as well as the entire area feeling very sore, so having her watch me while I pumped and caressed my small penis (for maybe 5-10 minutes sometimes) then squirt out some cum must have made her happy somehow.
I did stuff like massage my balls, rub lotion over the head of my penis, stroke that little “frenulum” cord, etc. I found that eventually I stopped just “wanking” and was spending more time on feeling sensual pleasure before I ejaculated. It was embarrassing to me for my wife to see me pleasuring myself but what the hell … I didn’t care if she had to wait and see me act like that. Eventually I would ejaculate from a 3-inch erection (sometimes 4). No wonder she disrespected me.
So after either my forced masturbation or her "prostate milking", she would watch me as I peed in the sink and washed up. And whether or not she did that prostate thing, I had to use two fingers to wash up inside my butthole and clean that prostate area with soap. Then I would dry off and she would show her only "tenderness" by putting some cooling baby powder on my battered genitals and nipples.
After that we would go out and appear as a "normal" couple to everyone else. I put up with our “sex” life because (1) she was very controlling and me submissive, (2) I really didn’t want a divorce, and (3) I needed her to satisfy my sex urge, even if her solutions were a little perverted and sadistic.
That relationship lasted 11 years before we divorced.
My wife’s first solution was to purchase a "butt-plug" for herself. It was shaped like a large fat cone and made her vagina squeeze tighter on my erection. That didn't really work for her because she said my hard-on still didn't have enough girth inside her (not to mention being too short, which the butt-plug couldn't fix), even when she got on top and worked me as deep and as hard as possible. However, she continued using the butt-plug very frequently in the future ... with the difference that it was my job to lube it and insert it very gently and slowly into her rear. (Thankfully she would remove it herself after "sex", when she used the toilet.)
Her next "solution" was to buy a hollow strap-on for me to wear. It was one of those realistic-looking black stud hollow strap-ons ... thick enough to stretch her wide so she could feel something, long enough to push all the way deep inside her, while still letting her grind her clit on me when that “black stud cock” was pushed all the way in. It had a nice fat flaring glans on top of an ugly shaft full of bulging veins. I thought it would be something "fun" we could try now and then, not realizing that her intention was for me to wear it every time we had "sex". Unfortunately, the model my wife chose (and said she loved) had thin straps and a rubber-plastic cock which sat on a hard base. She never would consider a more “comfortable” style. (Now I understand why!)
After experimenting a few times we both realized that my fully erect "base" penis was too small and not wide enough to provide her with a sufficient platform for the strap-on. The strap-on was too loose and slipped around too much for her. My wife said that the strap-on required a more solid “core” than I could naturally provide.
Her solution was for me to wear a cock ring (she found the smallest and tightest metal ring possible). She would ask me to come to bed wearing it (and nothing else of course). Then she would put my head on a pillow while she straddled me with her naked body (yes she was quite attractive). Then the "tease" started ... she began to stroke my cock and balls while flaunting her sex in front of me.
That was enough for me to get an erection but it would defeat the purpose if I came so I had to tell her when I was about to orgasm so she could stop and dig her fingernails painfully into some part of my body (or sometimes she would stick the nail of her little finger tip into my pee hole ... or less often push a knuckle deep between my scrotum and butthole). With experience, she could begin to tell when I was getting ready to explode and would just stop and "distract" me herself. Then it got to the point where she would “distract” me at random, whether or not she thought I was almost ready to cum. She would do it for “fun” whenever it pleased her because she “just felt like doing it”. Because of the cock ring, I wouldn't "deflate” much.
During the last few years, my wife would “d**g” me with Viagra to be extra sure I would have enough of a solid erection to fill the strap-on with a dependable core. When she came walking up to me with a blue pill and glass of water, I knew she expected to have “sex” in 2-3 hours. I would take my medicine, put on the cock ring, and wait for her to call me over. With Viagra, my wife could let me “deflate” a little more than in the previous years. She would place a cloth-covered ice pack over my genitals briefly to shrink me, then work on me again, then the ice pack briefly then work on me again, over and over until the ice pack got too warm. That process did make the erection stronger with each “reboot”, especially since the blue pill guaranteed that I would come “back to life”. I think it became a “game” to her to see how often I could “deflate” slightly then “re-inflate”. My wife became an expert at filling that poor little penis with blood until it became as hard as a rock.
Part of her teasing act was to put my erect penis between her boobs then crawl up over me while letting the tip of the penis slide along her tummy until it got gently pressed flat between her labia, so I could feel her hairy juicy pussy heat steaming me physically and mentally, directly teasing me with the hope of fucking her. She let her tits brush on my chest. The scent from her body came over me like a heavy intoxicating fog, further increasing my torment. Her beautiful face moved close to mine, her sweet lips close enough to kiss me, her soft hair falling loose around her head and dr****g over mine, like an enveloping embrace that mimicked her “embrace” of my manhood down below by her hairy pussy lips. For a moment, she firmly dominated my “manhood”, trapping me helplessly under her spell.
That was one of the only times during “sex” when she would look me directly in the eyes. I have no idea what she was thinking but I was miserable with burning desire begging to be satisfied. Then she would sit up on her knees, grab my erection, and sit down to let the tip penetrate ever so slightly into her hole before she quickly pulled me out.
Needless to say, there were times where that trick “backfired” on her and I couldn’t help but cum. She could feel me throb and would get mad and clamp my cock very quickly and very hard to stop the eruption, but by then it was too late. Although I couldn’t help myself from cumming due to her tease sometimes, I naturally tried to stop it just to not make her upset and mean … besides, she had a strong grip and could really squeeze my cock and back up the ejaculate inside my tube, but it would leak out eventually anyway, but not inside my wife, which was OK with her. She made me wear the strap-on after I came anyway even though it hurt me more as I didn’t have much of a hard-on to bear the punishing pounding she delivered with even more force than normal. Then afterwards she would perform the “prostate procedure” in the bathroom as described below, with more “mashing” than usual.
(At times, she would sit her pussy on my face and tell me to lick and suck. I loved to taste her wet hole, smell that woman funk, suck on her fat labia, feel that sweet little clit on the tip of my tongue, and get that hairy juicy cunt all over my face. That was probably the most pleasurable experience of our "sex" life, but she didn't offer herself to me very often, and when she did, I'm sure she thought it was more for her pleasure than mine ... plus it got me harder in preparation for my cock acting as the "base platform" for the strap-on. As far as HER mouth and lips were concerned, she never touched me anywhere with those parts after the “honeymoon” was over.)
When it got to the point where it looked like the penis was "bursting" (the glans was puffed large and bluish with the pee hole gaping open a little leaking some pre-cum, the veins in the shaft all engorged and blue and popping through the skin, the balls also turning blue, and the whole little "package" was as big as was possible), then she would hand me the lube and the strap-on and say "get ready".
Needless to say, it was more than a little humiliating to see my throbbing cock begging for orgasm and release and ejaculation, only to be stopped repeatedly, and finally shoved into a huge black strap-on, covered up, hidden, and denied of all touch and sensation, other than the chafing sensation inside that plastic monster. I could feel my penis jump and throb a little bit before I had to wear the device.
So while she watched from the side, I would lube my own swollen shaft, adjust the straps around my butt, and push/twist/squeeze the strap-on onto me. It was a tight fit and hurt a little. Then I had to lube the strap-on shaft and especially that big flaring glans of my "black stud cock". I felt a little gay stroking that strap-on because it felt so realistic, but I was more embarrassed than excited. After I was done with that, my wife pulled the pillow from under my head and slid it beneath my butt then got on top of me.
During the “honeymoon” I was able to have sex with her in different positions, but afterwards she took control of our “sex” life and only wanted to be on top. I assumed it was to give her more penetration and so she could control her orgasm, but now I realize it was probably mainly she just got satisfaction from being IN control.
I couldn’t touch her during “sex” because she said I had lube on my fingers from greasing up me, the strap-on, and occasionally, her butt-plug. That was just an excuse because it could have easily been cleaned off. And she didn’t mind it when she told me to squeeze her nipples as she orgasmed, because the lube helped her get the soft but not harsh feeling she was looking for during her “ecstasy”. That was ONLY time I was allowed to touch her.
My wife closed her eyes (she always had her eyes closed ... to imagine another lover of course), put the palm of her left hand on my chest, then slowly lowered herself onto my black cock, guiding it in with her right hand. She pressed really hard with her left hand on my chest with most of her weight while she slowly inserted her "man" and dug her left-hand fingernails into my flesh.
Then the "pounding" started. As my wife got more and more excited by her fantasy, she would slide herself on the cock faster and faster and would bang, bounce, grind, slam and generally just let herself go with all focus on her pleasure and none on mine. She was in the habit of pinching my nipples, squeezing them, pulling them far, and twisting them hard. I'm not sure why she had to do that (and I’m surprised they stayed on!).
My wife would lean back, supported by her arms, working that cock up and down inside her. I could get a good view of my wife fucking someone else, wrapping herself around that monster cock instead of me. She would pause at the top of the penis where she could just grip the huge head then spread her pussy lips open with one hand, maybe for her enjoyment, maybe to make me mad with jealousy. When she pulled up on the cock like that, I could see her blood-red aroused labia wrapping that cock in a loving female embrace, like wrapping her “wings” around her lover, holding him tight inside her.
As she spread herself open, she would expose a glistening wet pink slit looking so sweet and sexy against her darkened pussy lips, the dark brown fuzzy pubic hair, and especially the blackness of that ugly huge monster cock she was embracing so lovingly. Then my wife would pull back her clitoral hood so I could see that sweet little nub poking out begging for sex. She would wet her finger, gently rub her clit then massage around it. I noticed her sticky white cum on that shaft of that cock, saw her exposing her whole body for me to see … the toned smooth white thighs, the tender inner flesh of her sexy legs showcasing that marvelous cunt, her wide hips, nice waist, flat tummy, sensuous full boobs with nipples now fully erect begging to be kissed or sucked, her soft warm neck I used to nuzzle, and her wonderfully pretty face, lips parted slightly as she breathed hard and escaped into some erotic fantasy land I was unable to satisfy.
After she masturbated a little, that would get her going again working up and down that cock as she leaned back for me to see. In that position, the strap-on would bend my own penis down and everything pushed into those “blue balls” which hurt with every thrust of her hips downward. Then she would lean forward again and return to pounding and grinding on me as she worked that fucking cock inside her as far as it would go, up and down, over and over.
When my wife was getting ready to orgasm, she would tell me to pinch her nipples very hard, then she would really grind on me with most all her weight on her pubic bone (and mine!), while that black cock filled her completely. Her face would change expression (with her eyes still closed), then she would moan loudly and even through the plastic cock, I could feel her vagina grip and squeeze the strap-on. I could feel the strap-on dig down painfully harder into my genitals. She pushed my butt all the way down into the pillow as she felt the full force of her orgasm. Her contorted face was so close to mine, but this time through her closed eyes, her lips were kissing those of another man as she orgasmed, and her hair was d****d over the face of another as she embraced that man with her sex, her body, her hair, and her love. I grew to hate seeing that face contorted with a****l sexual pleasure while I felt only physical, mental, and spiritual pain.
After my wife finished her last orgasm (often she would use me for 2-3 more rounds) she would slowly release the cock (spending a little more time feeling that fat glans exit out of her hungry vagina), open her eyes, climb off me, lay on her back, and "cool off", I guess. She would caress her body, rub her pussy, and relax. Perhaps she was still in that other world enjoying the “afterglow” with her other lover. Another purpose of this "cooling off" period was she knew I needed time to "deflate" inside my strap-on. While she was lying next to me touching herself (and making me feel like her used "bitch"), I would collect some of her sticky cum on my fingers from the strap-on (mixed with lube) to smell and taste it.
The experience for me was not pleasurable at all. Because I was wearing a cock ring, the base of the strap-on put most of the pressure on my pubic bone (I'm surprised that bone never broke), as well as on my balls (which of course were pushed into an upright position by the cock ring). And because everything was "pressurized", the pain sensation was even worse, especially on my balls. I suppose another "pleasurable" sensation for my wife was for her to feel a man’s real fat swollen blue testicles on her as she pushed that fake (but realistic) cock inside her. And I'm surprised she never "broke" my penis ... when she got going, she would swing her pelvis side to side, back and forth, and in circles. My wife got a wild erotic workout at the expense of my aching groin.
Soon we would both head to the bathroom where she would go pee (and remove the butt-plug when necessary) and wash herself while I had to stand there and hand her what she needed. Then she would tell me to remove the strap-on. That was also humiliating to have her see my small limp pitiful penis next to that huge black thing. One “good” deed she did was to remove the cock ring herself since she knew I would be hesitant to pull it off due to the discomfort. Even though my cock was limper, it was still rather full and it and my balls were sore, so she gave me more lube and roughly yanked out my penis then yanked the ring over my testicles (felt like getting kicked in the balls!).
Then for some reason she would inspect me. I had to shave around my genitals every other day, maybe so she could get her "jollies" to clearly see the fresh raw red impression the base of the strap-on made on my flesh. She would lift up and inspect my penis, and kind of grin to see where the flesh on my shaft was red and raw, where the strap-on dug into my scrotum, and see where I was black-and-blue, especially on the pubic bone area. Then she would bounce my balls in palm of her hand and squish them around just a little to feel all sides of each testicle and the cords (to ensure they were not totally dead and/or crushed or to restore blood flow?) I had to wince as she made that “inspection” because those abused testicles were still very tender; the pain radiated up into my groin. Maybe she just wanted to inspect me to be sure I wasn't harmed badly and was ready to service her again (she needed to do it every 4 to 7 days on average).
As I looked in the mirror at what she was doing with my genitals, I always noticed how my nipples had gotten permanently misshapen. Especially after we had "sex", they looked like the nipples on a pre-puberty girl. Very red, fat, puffy, and somewhat elongated. I wish she didn't feel the need to pinch, pull, and twist them with so much vicious and extreme sadism. They felt tender and raw after I put on my shirt. And even now they don't look like "manly" tits. Maybe she was trying to make me more of her "bitch" than I already was ... a service tool with a big "clit" she could use ... so why not "transform" my nipples also? :-)
Every now and then I would cum inside the strap-on while my wife was pounding on me. But that was rare. In any event, I had to thoroughly clean the strap-on with hot water and soap, and carefully stroke all those ugly veins to "sanitize" it for the next round of "sex". My wife of course inspected that cleaning procedure to make sure I did it right, and that I used a bottle brush to get my "gunk" out of the hollow interior.
My wife got really mad if she discovered I masturbated, I suppose because she knew it took me 2-3 days to "recharge", so if I masturbated in between, I may not get hard when she needed me to. After a while I stopped masturbating without her approval, because my wife came up with a rule that she to watch me as I masturbated in the sink after "sex" (even if only a drop or two came out) and at no other time. If I made any sound of pleasure while cumming, she would kind of slap me on the shoulder and say something like “Oh come on … just finish”. At times, there was blood in my semen … from all the pounding on that area, I guess.
Depending on her mood, instead of having me masturbate in the sink, my wife would tell me to bend over and hold a kleenex under my penis while she inserted one of those prostate-dildos inside me (at least she lubed it :-) ). It didn’t matter if I told her there might be something in the “chute” or not. Her response to that or any other comment I made about “bodily functions” was “It’s OK. That’s natural. You’re such a prude.” My wife would then begin to very roughly "mash" my prostate with a LOT of pressure with the vibrator running until I replaced the dirty Kleenex and showed her a dry Kleenex to prove that I had stopped dribbling and was “on empty”. It seemed like she wanted to bruise me as badly inside as I was outside because when she got done with that "procedure" … I had pain for hours. And of course, I had to thoroughly clean that “prostate-dildo” probe under her inspection.
I never forgave her for that extra humiliation of controlling when I could orgasm (or ejaculate or be milked). I had to stand there (or bend there) and go through the "procedure" not for my pleasure but to get me "mechanically" cleaned out and ready for my body to "recharge" so she could take advantage of my natural sexual urge the next time she wanted to satisfy her needs. It wasn't easy for me to get hard in that situation because in addition to her standing there naked to "excite" me while berating me silently, the flesh on my shaft was still raw from the friction of the strap-on, as well as the entire area feeling very sore, so having her watch me while I pumped and caressed my small penis (for maybe 5-10 minutes sometimes) then squirt out some cum must have made her happy somehow.
I did stuff like massage my balls, rub lotion over the head of my penis, stroke that little “frenulum” cord, etc. I found that eventually I stopped just “wanking” and was spending more time on feeling sensual pleasure before I ejaculated. It was embarrassing to me for my wife to see me pleasuring myself but what the hell … I didn’t care if she had to wait and see me act like that. Eventually I would ejaculate from a 3-inch erection (sometimes 4). No wonder she disrespected me.
So after either my forced masturbation or her "prostate milking", she would watch me as I peed in the sink and washed up. And whether or not she did that prostate thing, I had to use two fingers to wash up inside my butthole and clean that prostate area with soap. Then I would dry off and she would show her only "tenderness" by putting some cooling baby powder on my battered genitals and nipples.
After that we would go out and appear as a "normal" couple to everyone else. I put up with our “sex” life because (1) she was very controlling and me submissive, (2) I really didn’t want a divorce, and (3) I needed her to satisfy my sex urge, even if her solutions were a little perverted and sadistic.
That relationship lasted 11 years before we divorced.
Hortense
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