Hi everyone,
Melissa and I seem to have gotten back on track with MC after a rough couple of weeks. Saturday mornings are usually our best window for intimacy, and this weekend was no exception. I stayed beside her until she woke up fully, then started caressing her breasts through her pajama top. She smiled sleepily and pulled the fabric up to expose her chest. I began kissing and gently sucking on her left nipple while softly stroking underneath her right breast (a spot she really enjoys).
A few minutes later, she whispered “my back” and rolled away from me. Knowing what she wanted, I ran my fingertips up and down her spine, across her neck, and over her left side. Then I kissed my way across and down her back, following the line of her pajama bottoms. Things were clearly going well when she didn’t stop me from pulling them down. After kissing her all over for a while, she asked me to spoon her.
She started pushing her hips into my crotch. I was wearing an athletic supporter with a cup that Melissa has me keep on at night until the Jailbird arrives. This setup lets her fall asleep curled up against me without feeling much pressure from my cock. She began grinding against me and said, “My bare ass against your cup. And my pussy is only inches away. How does that make your cock feel?” I mumbled something about it feeling on fire and the sensation spreading through the rest of me.
She had me remove the supporter and cup so I could press my naked cock directly against her backside, which made me go a bit lightheaded.
Still lying on her side, she lifted her left leg. Seeing this, I knew she wanted me to reach around and stroke her pussy and clitoris, so I did. When I asked if I could use my tongue, she firmly said no. I pushed a finger inside her, feeling the heat and wetness, and moaned in her ear. She still declined when I asked again about licking her; she prefers it when I hold her tight from behind while using my hand.
I then asked if I could taste her on my fingers instead, which she agreed to. That small taste thrilled me.
“I want you to go between my legs and rub the underside of your cock against my clit so we can both feel good,” she told me. So, I did exactly that right away, and it felt wonderful.
“In a few minutes, I’m going to do some more training with you.” (Training is what Melissa calls tease and denial—essentially training me not to finish.) “I want you to get as hard as possible and then go inside me.”
It was day 14 of no orgasm for me, making this quite a challenge. I remember holding her close while moving slowly in and out, feeling the wonderful sensation of her arms wrapped around me. I told her how good it felt being inside her and expressed my gratitude that she allowed it; promised never to take it for granted again.
She soon gently pushed back slightly so I could continue thrusting while she rubbed herself. “I think I’ll come this morning,” she said, looking at me with a smile. I replied, “I’m not going to come again for a long time.” She smiled and nodded in agreement.
She wanted more intensity, harder and faster, which is what I gave her. I don’t recall ever whimpering before in my life, but then I did. If you haven’t experienced it, there’s really no way to describe the feeling of a man—especially after such a long time—thrusting vigorously into his wife while trying desperately not to orgasm. I was pressing on my perineum to hold back the release. Despite her encouragement to go harder and faster, my cries grew louder.
Then she came hard; I could feel her contracting around me, forcing me to pull out slightly and lean back with my cock standing straight up.
I thought I had managed it, but then… one heartbeat passed, a second, then a third. I felt the ruined orgasm approaching. I was upset because she hadn’t given permission for that outcome. Suddenly, a single squirt shot upward from my cock, arcing over to land on Melissa’s right thigh.
“I didn’t come,” I said. “I promise. It wasn’t really an ejaculation; it was like a mini ruined one or something.” “Good,” she replied. “That’s okay. I came—hard. It felt great.”