Leah and I have both retired, so we’re getting on in years. In Leah, I consider myself fortunate to have an exceptional spouse and best friend. While she views sex and affection as distinct yet occasionally overlapping parts of our bond, over the years she has realized how vital sexual intimacy is to me and to keeping our relationship nourished. Our marriage remains our top priority despite finding deep satisfaction in our demanding volunteer work. Because we are busy, we schedule lovemaking five times a week, with additional opportunities for lighter sexual play. Given this generous rhythm, I respect Leah’s preferences and avoid nagging her during the rest of the time. When we make love, Leah typically experiences multiple orgasms, and I often have one too. My age and a heavy load of medications sometimes cause my cock to be slow to stiffen. In those moments, Leah patiently helps me reach an orgasm manually, or we agree for her to edge me for a while and leave my cock needy as a gentle “punishment” until our next session. I believe that being grateful for the wonderful sex life Leah offers motivates me to do my utmost to meet her needs for companionship, support, and affection. Like any couple, we have our ups and downs, but after 48 years of marriage, I love her more every day. Although Leah would strongly deny it, I feel that her effort in managing our sex life makes me quite susceptible to her influence.
It had been one of those weeks where my penis was acting up. The first time this happened, I managed to insert myself while we were having doggy-style sex, but as soon as Leah reached her orgasm, my erection collapsed. I slipped out and lay on my back so Leah could snuggle close with her head resting on my chest and play with my cock.
“Do you want to come now, or shall I just tease you a bit so we can fuck tomorrow?” she asked.
“Let’s give it a hard time and leave it hanging,” I decided.
Leah grinned. “Tell me when you’re getting close and I’ll slow down until you regain control.”
“Let’s use a code. Eight means I’m close so please slow down. Nine means – let go at once,” I suggested.
For the next fifteen minutes, Leah spent her time bringing me to the edge and backing off. The sensation was delicious even though my erection wasn’t very strong, and when we finished “punishing” my cock, I was happy to snuggle up behind her, pressing my tingling organ against her soft buttocks.
The following night, after enjoying 69 with several orgasms for Leah’s sake, I climbed aboard but found myself quite unable to penetrate. Instead of penetrating fully, I knelt between her legs and rubbed the swollen yet soft tip of my penis on her clit until she had an intense orgasm. Then I lay back so she could snuggle close with her head resting on my shoulder. After a while, she began rubbing me over.
“May we just tease it again?” I asked.
“It’s been a couple of days. Surely you’d rather cum,” she replied.
“I really enjoy the tingly, horny feeling and anyway I don’t think we should pander to a misbehaving cock.”
“If you’re sure,” she said as she set about teasing my penis. Surprisingly, it quickly became quite hard.
“Do you want to fuck now?” she asked.
“No. Let’s teach this cock a lesson.”
The next time we made love, Leah grinned at me and said, “How long do think you can go without an orgasm? It’s really nice to see you having such a solid hard-on.”
“Why don’t we try for a week,” I suggested.
So for the rest of that week, Leah teased me morning and night for about fifteen minutes each time, and we had intercourse on our usual schedule with my cock as hard as a rock. By the end of the week, it was becoming harder to control; usually there would be a little dribble of pre-cum, sometimes containing a bit of white cum mixed in. We managed to avoid any near-pulsing ejaculation, and my erections remained plenty firm enough for intercourse.
“How does it feel to have all this sex without an orgasm?” Leah asked.
“It’s really strange,” I replied. “When we’re actually playing, I’m desperate to cum. But the rest of the time, I love feeling horny like a teenager. I feel powerfully drawn to you. Every glimpse of your thigh, cleavage, or ass sends a shivery tingle through my body. I yearn for your touch to soothe my cock, even though I know it’ll only make things more difficult. Everything seems brighter, and when we go out, the women I see look wonderful. My balls ache in a nice way, and my cock is swollen and sensitive most of the time.”
“So do you think we can do another week?” Leah challenged.
“I’m not sure. I really need to cum. After another week, I’ll be climbing the walls. It’s already challenging for me to avoid making a nuisance of myself during the day. I know you don’t want me pestering you outside our scheduled sex times.”
“I really get a kick out of watching you try to control your cock while I tease you. It’s quite a turn-on watching you pant and moan as your cock twitches and pulses. Here’s what I’ll tell you – if you agree to go another week, you can bring me your cock anytime you need soothing, as long as I’m not busy. I guarantee it will make things much more difficult for you!”
“Wow! That would be amazing! You’d really do that for me?”
“Not on a regular basis, but this time and for a treat now and again in the future… sure, I would.”
“It’s a deal. Thank you my love. I’d better dig out my leather ball-strap to help me hold off cumming.”
Each morning and evening, Leah lay with her head on my shoulder and began by massaging my swollen balls and perineum, sucking the tip of my penis and licking the sensitive spot under the crown. After a few minutes, she gently stretched my scrotum and snapped on the leather ball strap. Then she lubed my shaft and stroked it gently while I held onto her breast for dear life as intense pleasure and frustration coursed through me. As she brought me to the edge, I struggled to relax the muscles in my thighs and belly. Despite my best efforts, I kept tensing up trying to spurt and then desperately clenching to hold it off. Leah worked through several techniques that drove me crazy. After stroking full-length for a while, she focused on the crown with slow, sensuous strokes. Other times they would do fast, full-length upward strokes that made me impossibly hard. When I gasped “eight”, she did small strokes at the base of my shaft until I regained control. Edging seemed to turn her on; so when lovemaking was scheduled, I would stroke her back, thighs, and belly before sucking her nipples and gently playing with her pussy. When she was ready, I sucked and licked her clit through several orgasms. Usually we had intercourse in doggy style since that allowed me to stroke her breasts and clit while thrusting into her pussy.
As the week progressed, it became harder and harder to control my cock during intercourse. I often had to stop moving, stroking Leah’s back, bottom, and breasts until I regained control. The pleasure and frustration were incredibly intense. After stroking Leah’s clit to orgasm, I would thrust gently for a few more minutes, savoring the intensely emotional bonding experience. Pulling out was so difficult that Leah would snuggle up with me and bring me to the edge one last time by hand before gently soothing me down with slowing strokes.
I found the experience so intense and satisfying that I only took Leah up on her offer to “soothe” my cock during the day a couple of times. Truth be told, we are both so busy that there really wasn’t much time to take full advantage of her generosity. Our backyard is small but very secluded; one time we had a naked breakfast outdoors and after reading the paper, enjoyed a lovely edging session. Another time, we watched a porn movie together while naked, teasing each other for the duration. By the end of that week, I was really ready to return to our normal schedule.
We soon settled into a routine involving two weeks of the month in orgasm denial and the rest in our usual pattern. The variety works well for us, since frequent orgasms keep my fluid prod
Once we get going, it doesn’t take long to slip into the right headspace during our orgasm denial sessions. We don’t really lean on a dominant/submissive dynamic; instead, we work together as partners, treating my penis like a third party that gets controlled, frustrated, and pleased almost beyond its limits. I’m pretty lucky!