Excited Wives

by Connie Hastings

  He’d nodded and then grown confused. Usually that meant him using his mouth on her, but he had the ball gag there and she wasn’t taking it out. Emily giggled at his confusion. “Baby, you’re just going to have to wait. Stay put. Exactly as you are.” She blew him a kiss and Craig felt the thrill that always came when she did that. The sight of her face filled with love even when she was being playful overwhelmed him. He’d smiled, or tried to, until he realized his mouth was gagged. Then he’d just stared as his wife stood. He was naked. She was still fully clothed. He’d felt both excitement and disappointment rise when she began walking toward the door that would lead her to the little living room. Sometimes she’d make him wait for as long as an hour and though it made things delicious, his cock was already hard enough to hurt. He’d stared at her shapely bottom in its black skirt and moaned pitifully, but she hadn’t even looked back.

  And now, he was there on the bed feeling the breeze on his naked back and wondering how long she’d been gone, how long it would be before she returned. She’d told him to stay put, and he couldn’t bring himself to turn his head and see if the window was open. She’d never know, but he felt almost as though obedience was virtuous. He certainly felt that disobeying would be a form of betrayal. He sighed and imagined someone at the window watching him while he was helpless. His cock seemed to pulse harder at the thought, and he wondered why. He tried to think of how long it had been. Had it been ten minutes? Twenty? He couldn’t tell. Hell, it could have been an hour.

  He heard her voice humming softly and he smiled and felt his heart rate jump again. The door opened and he watched her step inside. She was beautiful. She’d changed into lingerie, and the lingerie was stunning. She wore heels, which always excited him, and her legs were accentuated by very soft pink stockings. They attached to a corset, also soft pink, via garter straps and she wore gloves of the same color. A very tiny pair of soft pink panties finished the outfit. He looked at her face. She had a bright smile (and also a bit of nervousness, it seemed) made even more prominent by the somewhat brighter pink of the lipstick she wore. She’d gone out of her way for him today. She was an angel, a very sexy angel. She smiled at him and walked to the bed, and he enjoyed the sway of her hips in her heels.

  When Emily sat on the bed, he felt his arousal grow to an almost unbearable level, and he couldn’t help but whimper a bit. She smiled and put her hand on his thigh, and the contact added to rather than soothed the frustration. She looked at him and shook head. “You are such a nasty boy, Craig.” Her fingers brushed softly and almost imperceptibly briefly over his balls as she moved from the inner thigh of his left leg, to the inner thigh of his right leg. He moaned softly and she giggled as she leaned down and kissed his forehead. “You are so nasty! Staring at your wife dressed up in such a sexy outfit.” He felt her breasts against his chest as she moved her lips down to his ear.

  He could feel the soft wisps of her hair against his face and he could smell a soft lavender scent mingling with the smell of the salt air. The closeness was wonderful torture, and when her mouth closed softly over his earlobe he almost felt it at his cock. She moved her hand, and for a moment he thought she would take hold of him and offer some relief, but she moved her hand up to his chest and gently stroked him there. He felt her tongue flick against his earlobe as she disengaged and then he heard her whisper, “You’re so nasty. You’re such a dirty boy. Do you want to cum, baby?” Craig moaned but couldn’t, of course, form words. “Mmmmm. You’ll get to cum, baby. But not until I’m taken care of.” He groaned as she kissed his ear.

  Emily’s soft breath caressed his neck as she nibbled on his ear and avoided touching him where he desperately wanted to feel her touch. She lifted her head and brought both hands to his face, turning his head so he stared at her. “Would you like to make me cum, Darling?” Craig nodded and hoped his eyes showed enough pathos to get her to end the game and let him please her. She smiled and licked her lips. “Would you do a good job, Baby?” Again he nodded, vigorously this time. She smiled again and kissed his forehead. “I might let you give me pleasure later. I might.” She let go of his face and sat up, letting her hand trail down his side and then to rest on his hip. “But first I need to cum.”

  What the hell did that mean? Giving her pleasure would make her cum. She reached down, holding her hand in the air right above his shaft. He whimpered loudly. “You’ll have to wait, Baby.” He groaned and then felt her fingers wrap lightly around his cock. “And so will this.” The relief in her touch was profound, but the terrible disappointment when she immediately released him was even more profound. She stood and walked toward the door, and Craig almost wept. She turned around, looked at him with a smile, giggled at his desperation and said again, “You’ll have to wait until I cum, Darling.” Then she turned again toward the door but stopped at the threshold. She turned her head with a smile and added, “I’ve made other arrangements for that today.”

  He almost wept again, and she walked through the door and started to pull it shut. Before it closed, though, Craig watched her push her head back into the room to instruct him. “Keep your eyes on this door, Baby. Just the door. Nowhere else. Do you understand?” He nodded, the need for release overwhelming and desperate now. He wondered about her arrangements. A favorite of hers was to take an enormous pink dildo and fuck herself with it right in front of his face. Staring at the giant silicon thing as it entered her both excited and humiliated him. She always talked about how much she enjoyed it and did it just centimeters from him, just far enough away to prevent his touch and make him see his wife pleased without his participation. Sometimes she threatened to use the dildo on him, though they’d never reached a point where one that large worked for him. She’d used a few dozen different dildos on him, sometimes strapped on and sometimes in her hand, but none as large as the giant pink monster.

  Sometimes she watched pornography and performed a running commentary about the men giving the women pleasure and how Craig wasn’t giving her pleasure right then. She ran her fingers over her clit, the implication being that her fingers were better than any part of Craig. It was a terrible and delightful humiliation Craig didn’t understand, but the agony of it and the later reassurance of her affection and desire for him had so deepened his attraction and love for her that he couldn’t imagine that facet of their relationship to disappear. He stared at the door as instructed and waited breathlessly for whatever wonderful torture would come.

  When she walked back into the room, she smiled at him, but his eyes focused on the bouquet of summer flowers she held along with a box and a vase. She put the box on the little table next to the loveseat but didn’t speak. His eyes trailed her as she walked to the restroom and he heard water running. When she returned, the vase held the flowers and she set them next to the box. “This was so sweet!” she said as she opened the box and took from it an ornately decorated chocolate. He watched her bring the candy to her pink lips. Two things were maddening about it. First, it looked like she was making love to the chocolate and Craig’s desperation grew dramatically. Second, he hadn’t ordered the gifts. He showered her with flowers and candy on a regular basis, but those weren’t from him.

  When she finished with the chocolate she licked her lips and blew him a kiss. Then, she said rather loudly, “I think I’m ready now.” He felt his whole body surge with the way his heart seemed to explode into action. He stared at her, wondering if this would be one of the times when she simply masturbated and talked to him. He didn’t care what it was. All he wanted was for Emily to cum, for Emily to let him please her afterward, and for Emily to give him release. He stared at her and wondered if the adrenalin running through him was making him shake. She smiled at him and blew him a kiss and then a shadow fell over her face as something blocked the light from the window.

  He was confused at first and his eyes wouldn’t focus correctly, but when they did, he tried to gasp through the gag. She’d done it. She’d finally done it. A tall and very muscular young m
an stood naked in front of her. She let her gaze linger on Craig for just a moment before turning her eyes to the man and smiling almost demurely. The look was so strange to see on Emily’s face because for almost two years she’d never been uncertain when it came to sex. Somehow, that hesitant smile was more humiliating than anything he’d experienced from her before. It was worse than the spankings. It was worse than the way she made him admit how much he liked her using the dildos on him, how she grabbed his hips and thrust in with the strap on and made him tell her he liked to be fucked like a girl. The look was worse than when she tormented him for hours without letting him cum and then sent him to the office with a painful erection and instructions not to touch himself. That look, that uncertainty, was like a knife, and when he saw her bite her lip bashfully, the humiliation threatened to crush him.

  She was going to enjoy this man more than she enjoyed Craig! She had to! She reached up and touched his chest, and looked at the man almost in awe, as if his sculpted body frightened her just a little. But it aroused her too! Craig watched in dismay as she breathed out a soft sigh and then as she let her hands run over the man’s chest. He saw her hands move slowly lower, but he noted that Emily kept her eyes on the man’s face. The angle was frustrating. Her hands disappeared from view right at his lower abdomen but he knew where they were going, and she was still staring up at the man with some kind of soft wonder in her face. God! He wanted to see her hands even as a strange gratitude filled him that he couldn’t. He watched the horribly innocent and sweet way she looked up at the man, and then felt like he’d been hit by a truck when those pink lips parted in surprise. Her eyes opened wide in shock and she turned to Craig. Then, she swallowed hard and turned back to the man, her expression changing from surprised intimidation to surprised happiness. He watched her moving her hands slowly, and the man turned so that everything was in Craig’s line of sight.

  The man was enormous, far bigger than Craig, and he felt a sudden inadequacy and overwhelming sense of shame. He could never please Emily as this man could! He saw her stroking what could only be described as an incredible cock and wondered why his own was still painfully erect and desperate for release. Emily leaned down and Craig thought she was going to try to take the man into her mouth, and the very thought of that was terrifying. She didn’t though. Instead, she studied it closely as she stroked and then brought it up to rest against her cheek as she ran one hand along the shaft and let the other cup the man’s balls. When she drew in a long breath, he heard it as though it were the rushing of wind, and he felt tears threatening to erupt when she whispered a thunderous, “It’s just magnificent.” She turned her face and Craig watched in misery as her beautiful pink lips kissed at the base.

  It was magnificent. Those words still thundered in Craig’s mind as he watched his wife kiss all the way up the underside of the stranger’s cock and then back down. It was magnificent, and the adoration in her face as she seemed to worship it with her lips told Craig that he was not. There was no way Emily could be pleased with his dick when she had that thing available to her, and as she moved down to softly kiss at the man’s balls and began stroking him, he noticed her other hand had strayed downward and was inside of her panties. Just the presence of the man’s penis was enough for her that she had to touch herself! The man was all that Craig was not! It was horrible. It was terrible. When her lips parted, Craig felt devastated. When her tongue pushed out to lick and then he watched her lips close over the testicles, Craig felt destroyed. Still, his own cock pulsed as he watched Emily lavish affection on the perfect one in front of her.

  It seemed incredibly strange that he felt an overwhelming sense of relief when the man finally fucked her, but it washed over him nonetheless. From his balls, Emily moved her mouth upward, licking up his shaft and back down, taking care to lick top, bottom, back, and front. Her face continued to display awe and even gratitude. Gratitude! Her eyes showed gratitude for the opportunity to worship the man with her mouth! He watched, unable to turn away but desperately wanting to as she finally positioned her mouth at the head and licked in circles around it. When her pink lips opened wide and he realized she was going to plunge it over that perfect, giant thing, Craig thought the tears would come at last, but the man suddenly pulled away and lifted her to her feet. In one smooth motion, the man bent her over the loveseat. He moved her panties to the side as she lifted one beautiful stockinged leg up and put a foot on the cushions. Even as he watched the man’s extraordinary member push into his wife, and even as her spontaneous moan felt like a branding iron; had he not been gagged he would have thanked the man for sparing him the sight of Emily’s lips wrapped around his cock.

  The sight of Emily bent like this was fascinating and humiliating. He watched her as she moaned and arched her back and pushed against the man. He watched the thing stretch her wider than seemed possible. He knew she’d never felt the like, at least not with something of flesh and blood. For twenty-six years Craig and Emily had known only the touch of each other. Twenty-six years. Now, she felt a real man, a man who surely indicated with every thrust that she’d wasted more than two decades feeling only the inadequate fumblings of her husband. She groaned, and each groan was like a slap to Craig’s face. He watched the man’s cock push in and out of her, impossibly disappearing and reappearing as she moaned and made unintelligible mutterings and gasps. Craig realized suddenly that she wasn’t instructing him, wasn’t saying anything to the man at all, wasn’t directing the man as she would have directed Craig. Clearly, the man needed no direction. He was enough to satisfy Emily, enough to show her the pleasure she’d denied herself by remaining with Craig. It was terrible, impossible to take, but still Craig’s cock cried out with desperate need.

  Suddenly, her entire body shook as she cried out with pleasure as she moved back furiously against the man and announced her orgasm. Craig couldn’t recall the last time she’d actually said, “I’m cumming.” He watched her neck and her face flush red and saw the almost pained expression on her face and wondered in a kind of desperate hopefulness if she had that expression when her orgasms came from him, from her own husband. The man moved faster now, harder, and Craig watched Emily’s face move from pleasure to surprise and then to even greater pleasure as new sensations coursed over her. Twice it happened. Twice her orgasm grew more intense or perhaps additional orgasms crashed over the first. When it happened a third time, Craig felt a final horrible sense of loss spurred on by what almost seemed like worry, like she wouldn’t be able to handle more. The man had driven her to heights of pleasure beyond what she could handle. Tears threatened again, but these were tears of relief as the man thrust forward a final time and then sighed with his own release.

  The man remained in place, completely inside of her as he held her hips and she shook with what seemed like an endless series of aftershocks and Craig wondered how she could ever be satisfied with him when she’d just experienced a perfect man with a perfect cock giving her perfect pleasure. When the man withdrew finally, they both collapsed onto the loveseat, and Emily put her head on the man’s chest while he stroked her hair. Emily seemed devastated. Devastated. He watched the two of them, his wife and love next to an Adonis. Her eyes were open but they seemed unseeing. Her mouth was open and she breathed in heaving pants. He couldn’t ever recall a situation when she’d needed to recover from an episode of sex. She’d certainly rested her head on Craig’s chest and breathed heavily, but not this. She looked like she did when the two of them had run the charity marathon almost eighteen years prior. There was complete physical devastation combined with a sort of triumphant accomplishment. Craig knew he could never please her as the man had, and yet still his arousal tormented him more than his humiliation.

  He watched as Emily’s breathing returned to normal, an agonizing period of time punctuated by the man’s soft attention on her hair and then her gradual stirring, the light and gentle strokes she administered to the man’s chest and then his leg. He watched as she turned her head
and kissed the man’s chest. Then, as if to punctuate Craig’s humiliation, she leaned down and lifted his now flaccid cock—and the son of bitch’s cock was still gigantic even when it wasn’t hard!—to her lips, giving it a long though thankfully close-mouthed kiss. Then she stood and the man stood as well. He watched her stand on her tip toes so she could kiss the stranger’s cheek. She stepped back and the bashful expression was on her face again as she smiled shyly and softly said, “Thank you.” The words felt to Craig like salt poured upon the open wounds of his very manhood. The man smiled and turned away. Emily followed him to the doorway, and Craig assumed she watched him dress, wanting to see his glorious body for just a little longer. She had a dreamy expression on her face, one Craig knew he’d never be able to give her, and nonetheless Craig’s own cock still stood at rapt attention.

  He heard the door close and watched Emily sigh and turn around. She smiled softly at him as she walked up to him. “Finally,” she said. “I thought he’d never leave.” She didn’t even wait but straddled Craig and guided him into her. She leaned down and kissed his neck and his ears as she rolled her hips. The feel of her was incredible, the touch of her lips and her body overwhelming. She moved and kissed him and whispered softly, “Finally I can feel my man. Finally I can have the cock I want.” The tears finally came as the words filled him and he exploded inside of her with a gag-muffled groan. She lay atop him and gently kissed his neck until finally he felt her pussy lift up and off his softening cock. She still lay atop him, though, finally whispering, “I hope you enjoyed that, Baby, but don’t think you won’t have to clean up. I couldn’t imagine going without feeling that.” He felt his cock twitch again. She meant he’d have to please her with his mouth, and he wanted nothing more. There was a new wave of humiliation at the thought that he’d taste the other man’s semen as he did, and he wondered if that was why his cock had recovered and was rock hard again.