Training Her Husband pt 2 Permission to Cum

Training Her Husband pt 2 Permission to Cum

She got other guys off over the phone a few other times, sometimes in a group chat, but more often one on one. Sometimes she'd have me fuck her with a large life-like dildo. Watching my wife suck that big cock was torture. And it was humiliating to be forced to clean her pussy juices off the cock with my mouth after she'd cum. I wasn’t allowed to actually fuck her on these nights because she would cum so much being fucked by the big fake dick that it left her exhausted. I was allowed to jerk off in front of her as she watched, obviously amused. She verbally teased and taunted me about masturbating in front of her. I didn’t cum until she gave me permission, and she'd usually extract some promise from me as a price for allowing me to orgasm. On a recent night, for example, she had me agree to spend my whole weekend being trained as her personal servant. “Housework will become so much easier once I have taken the time to train you properly,” she said, inferring that she was doing me a favor. When I hesitated to agree, she re-tied my hands and said maybe I should sleep on it. By the time we'd reached the bedroom I was practically begging her to train me so long as I got to cum.

As we laid in bed that evening she ever so lightly teased my poor cock and balls with her rounded fingernails and named over a list of rules for the weekend. Of course I eagerly agreed to every one of them. At last she began to lovingly stroke my cock as she quietly but very firmly ordered me to cum. I quickly exploded and surprised us both with how much I came. I was nearly passed out as my wife cleaned off my chest with a warm washcloth. As I drifted in and out of sleep I thought I heard her softly say something about my needing to learn to clean up my own mess.

Training Her Husband pt 1 - Making Him Beg

Training Her Husband pt 1 Making Him Beg

Jill enjoyed relaxing in the recliner after work. She’d order me to strip and kneel so that I could give her a foot massage. Eventually she'd instruct me to begin moving the massage upward, usually stopping me as I reached the lacy tops of her stockings. After cuffing my hands behind me, I’d be forced to watch as she raised her skirt and rubbed her pantied twat. My wife would then have me beg for her pussy for awhile before relenting and letting me eat her. She quickly learned how willing I was to cook and serve dinner in order to allow her to relax (and increase the possibility she’d let me have desert.)

She seemed to delight in chatting on the phone while I was eating her. I even overheard her telling a couple of her girlfriends about our kinky sex game and how she was using it to make me do her bidding, such as taking over much of the housework. It was humiliating and embarrassing to hear her inform her girlfriends how she planned to turn me into her little slaveboy.

In order to punish me one evening for not ironing her clothes correctly, she actually called a phone sex chat line. In no time she went from being a flirt to flat out providing phone sex for the horny guys in the chat room. Naked and tied to a straight back chair directly in front of her, I could only watch and listen helplessly as she described to the guys in great detail how she was rubbing herself through her skimpy panties while forcing her husband to watch. She proceeded to tell them how she would love to suck and fuck other men in front of me, turning me into her cuckold slaveboy. Eventually she turned the speaker phone on, not only freeing up her hands to better get herself off, but also insuring I could hear as she talked each man through his orgasm. My wife made sure all the guys got off on this, except me, of course. I was told that all I could do is watch and listen.