midlifelovelife My Path Through Ongoing Chastity

I’m kicking off a journal today to document my life in chastity and how I’ve given my wife more control over my sexual side… particularly regarding my orgasms.

Scrolling through this forum, I’ve really loved the camaraderie here. It’s great seeing men so open about their love for and dedication to their wives and girlfriends. I respect many of you and see a lot of shared values. Over the last couple of years, we’ve seen plenty of high-profile stories about women being mistreated or abused by men, which I find absolutely loathsome. On a personal level, I believe women are generally superior in numerous ways—emotionally, intellectually, and even physically (consider this: who wouldn’t want to experience multiple orgasms?).

My wife is my best friend and life partner. We’ve built a family and household together and weathered plenty of storms as a team, creating a bond I feel unique compared to what others might have. She was also my first love; she took my virginity and taught me much about sex and intimacy. Being more experienced than I am, I’ve always felt somewhat submissive toward her and respectful of that dynamic. She has brought me so much joy!

As mentioned in my introduction post, my journey into chastity started last year when my wife and I were anticipating a road trip without the kids. I decided to “save myself” by abstaining from masturbation for the 10 days before we left. I felt that familiar surge of deep affection for her (it wasn’t just libido), reminding me of our early courtship days. During the trip, our sex was amazing and we had countless intimate conversations. We still talk about it often; I believe it will remain a cornerstone moment in our marriage.

On the first night of that trip, I told my wife I felt this renewed love for her, like those “butterflies” were back again. She looked a bit sad when I said this and asked if something had been missing from our relationship. I explained that while my feelings hadn’t changed, I had stopped jerking off. My theory was that it had been draining some of my energy and focus away from her (at the time, I knew nothing about male chastity devices; I thought I’d just invented this concept).

My wife never really minded when I masturbated, though she occasionally joked about it. For instance, if she called me while I was home alone, she could often predict correctly that I had pleasured myself. Underneath her humor, I think she sensed my solo sessions were a bit self-indulgent and kept her out of the loop. On that first night of our trip, I told her I wanted all future orgasms to be with her. She seemed flattered but insisted it was ultimately my choice.

That trip happened several months ago, and since then, I’ve learned a lot about male chastity and what other men and women experience. I’ve stuck to my commitment of not masturbating and kept my wife in the loop. It’s all on an honor system without any physical device. She enjoys my heightened attention and affection, receiving almost daily foot rubs and frequent full-body massages. Whenever I give her a massage, I consistently get erect. My wife likes feeling that firmness; it always brings out a devilish smile.

My wife is increasingly experimenting with teasing me, knowing how much she gets to me. Last night was warm, so we were having drinks on the deck after dinner while the kids played inside. We sat in our bowl chairs with our legs dangling over the edges. While chatting, my wife casually slipped out from under her light summer dress and removed her panties. She made sure I caught periodic glimpses of her pussy, locking eyes with me using a sultry gaze.

After a while, I stood up to put our youngest child to bed and leaned in for a kiss. Spreading her legs, she suggested I discreetly sample her scent, which she was certain was at its peak during this part of her cycle. I dipped my head down for a quick sniff and felt myself getting hard immediately. I asked if she might like some oral later on, and with a mischievous smile, she said, “maybe.”

Later in the bedroom, she requested a back massage. She vocalized her pleasure when I hit the right spots (which I find incredibly hot). Eventually, I moved to massage her lovely bottom, which she also enjoyed audibly. I asked if she was ready for some oral.

“Sorry, babe,” she said, “but I feel so relaxed and sleepy now.” She lay back on her back with a smile and told me I could have one more sniff of her mound. God, she smelled wonderful!

In the morning, when I brought her coffee in bed, my wife asked how my night had been. Needless to say, sleep was elusive for me, which gave her a satisfied look.

“You wanted more teasing,” she said. And she’s right! I love her so much and all the fun we’re having.

Reflecting on my own experience and reading what other members write, I’ve been pondering the concept of orgasm denial and why it feels so thrilling. My wife doesn’t quite get the appeal. Although I sometimes tease her during sex, I always ensure she cums; she usually has at least three orgasms. If I stopped short before finishing her off, she wouldn’t be too impressed. If that happened, I’m sure she’d step in and finish the job with her fingers. Of course, she loves bringing me to climax herself. When I told her I wanted to be denied sometimes, she found it odd. She is such a wonderful and generous lover; her instinct is always to relieve my pent-up excitement by gifting me a satisfying orgasm. With denial, however, it feels like I’m denying her too because she enjoys giving that pleasure so much. I imagine many members face this same dilemma when introducing their partners to ongoing chastity (OC). So, I’ve been trying to think rationally about exactly why I desire to be denied. I see four major reasons. The first is the so-called “mind fuck.” At this stage in my life, I realize that my brain is indeed the largest and most important sex organ. I also recognize my submissive tendencies in bed. I am inexplicably aroused by having control over my pleasure: knowing what’s on my mind and being able to manage my triggers. The greatest proof of her control is when she toys with my orgasm—the very peak of pleasure. By choosing to deny me, she exercises supreme authority—over both me and herself. For those of us with submissive leanings, this feels like getting properly fucked in the mental pleasure centers. The second reason is the lasting arousal that comes with denial. The stirrings that continue after being teased are at least 100 times better than how I feel in the minutes or hours following a climax. Male orgasms are intense but short-lived... only seconds long. After several days of denial, I experience a kind of euphoria I rarely knew when I masturbated to orgasm frequently and freely. The third reason is that denial allows me to enjoy the entire spectrum of feelings leading up to my orgasm. When focused solely on climaxing, I used to rush through everything. I think this contributed to my tendency toward premature ejaculation (PE), which is something I want to improve. Now, I’m more aware of small sensations and the growing pleasure as my orgasm approaches. It’s a more complex sequence than I realized. While not as intense as cumming, hitting the “edge” is very pleasurable, and I can experience it multiple times in one session. Lastly, denial leaves me with intense adoration and desire for my wife alone. Although she has always been the focus of my sexual fantasies during masturbation, I often thought about other partners too. Since becoming chaste, however, she is the only one on my mind. Not wearing a device means I practice based on honor, so I still edge myself once or more times a week. During those moments, I am always imagining an encounter with my darling wife. But these feelings go beyond just sex; they are courtship love—intense and pure. The masturbating version of me was quicker to notice her faults and disagree with her. Now, I find myself loving her much more unconditionally. It’s a warm, beautiful feeling for me, and I think she enjoys it too. What a strange thing that OC can have such wide-ranging effects! It helps me understand the appeal of denial.

I think my wife is starting to enjoy opportunities to be more dominant with her body. Although the decision to practice chastity was mine, I believe she enjoys knowing that I am increasingly aroused by her, even in small ways. With the ongoing lockdown, I’m working from home, so we see each other constantly. Of course, the kids are around too, which means sex doesn’t happen as often as I’d like! As I work at the dining room table, my wife takes opportunities to flirt with me and distract my attention. After getting dressed, she will often lean her beautiful breasts against my face while letting me reach up under her dress to feel her cute bottom. Just as soon as she appears, she slips away with a devilish smile. Like many other men on this forum, I’m getting the chance to do pedicures for her. Her feet are adorable and sexy; I think chastity has sparked a sudden foot fetish in me. Last weekend, she suggested we give her toes another fresh coat of polish. I agreed so suddenly and enthusiastically that she laughed. I love painting her little toenails while she barely pays attention to me, reading her magazine as I work. One afternoon this week, we had a rare moment alone while the kids were invited for an late-afternoon swim at a neighbor’s pool. My wife came into the dining room and simply said, "In eight minutes, I will be naked on our bed with my legs spread wide. You’d better come up and lick me." And so I did. My wife was pretty horny and moist as I went down on her. She soon neared climax. I backed off a bit to tease her. She encouraged the play but then wanted me to take her over the edge. I increased the pace, licking back and forth across her hard clit while my finger probed her g-spot. She came loudly, having what I think were three orgasms in rapid succession. When she caught her breath, she looked at me and asked, "now what?" "Whatever you want," I replied. She then told me to get the lube and pull out my cock. I returned to her and slowly eased inside. She had just finished her period and is always a bit sensitive around this time. After some gentle movements, she signaled for deeper penetration and gave a sudden gasp of pleasure as I went all the way in. I told her that I wouldn’t last very long and asked if she wanted me to cum. "I won't last long either," she said, "so let's come together." We both had powerful orgasms, looking into each other’s eyes (well, actually, she had two while playing with her clit as I thrusted). We lay there for a moment enjoying the wonderful intimacy before cleaning up before the kids got home. What a wonderful surprise! This weekend is her birthday, and I’m taking her away for a local hotel getaway. It’s a total surprise. I’ll definitely be packing some massage oil along with the nail polish kit.

I am taking things slowly on this journey. Having been with my wife for over 25 years, I’m mindful about making too many sudden changes to our sex life. After all, we have a good thing going, and I want her always to be comfortable with where it’s heading. Reading these forums, patience seems to be a common theme. I am also paying close attention to little signals to see how she is responding. This journal helps me notice my own reactions as well. Each week, I spot encouraging signs that this is good for both of us. Over the past weekend was my wife's birthday. Having been in lockdown for so many weeks, we’d gotten a bit stir-crazy. Things here are starting to relax; we can go back to restaurants again, provided there’s an outdoor patio. A couple of weeks ago, I started researching and noticed our city hotel offering reopening specials for stays and dining. I booked a room and waited for the weekend with great excitement. Like many recent moments, it felt like our courtship days. We had ostensibly planned an at-home date night this weekend while the kids went to their grandparents' place for the evening. On Saturday afternoon, my wife was busy with work stuff, so I took the opportunity to pack our bag and load the car. In late afternoon, we headed out to get takeout (or so she thought). On the way, I told her we were actually going out instead. When she guessed that we would eat at the hotel restaurant, she got excited too. Upon arrival, when I pulled the overnight bag from the trunk, she was totally surprised. We had time before our dinner reservation, so we checked in and went up to the room, opening a bottle of wine while enjoying the view. She looked stunning in the late afternoon sun. We talked and enjoyed each other's company, luxuriating in our solitude without the kids! Our conversation continued on the restaurant patio as the day’s heat settled into a warm evening. I felt completely undistracted and focused on her. After dinner, we had a reservation at the pool for some "socially distant" swimming. (Strange times indeed, but it offers relative privacy, which was nice.) As we bobbed around in the shallow water, my wife noticed me getting hard against her and smiled at my enthusiasm. We chased each other around playfully, enjoying the warm water and sunset. Then we went up to the room, had a quick shower, and brought out the nail polish kit. While watching some TV, I gave her a nice pedicure—a practice I’m finding quite erotic. This was followed by a long full-body massage for her. My wife indulged in this service, purring to encourage my hands. I can't believe how satisfying it feels for me. More and more, her pleasure gives me pleasure. And the massage is erotic for me too. For most of it, I had a tent rising in my briefs, turned on by her body and soft sounds. After an hour, she was feeling pretty sleepy and suggested we "play" in the morning. Before starting this journey into chastity, I would have felt neglected or disappointed by such a delay. But instead, I went to sleep feeling warm and happy. In the morning, I woke her gently with more massage on her back, then began kissing her bare bottom and inner thighs. I asked if she wanted me to go down on her. What happened next was interesting too. Instead of submitting to my advances immediately, she halted me, saying, "Slow down, mister. How about some coffee and breakfast first?" I slipped into my clothes and headed downstairs to grab pastries and coffee. We ate our breakfast in bed, but I kept thinking about my tongue on her pussy. Then she told me to draw the curtains and pulled back the covers to reveal adorable purple panties that I had packed. I moved in and kissed my way up her thighs, then stroked her mound gently through the thin fabric. I pulled the material aside and licked her with earnestness. I also grabbed a vibrator and began working her with it. Sadly, I hadn’t checked the batteries, so it died soon! What a downer! But it still served as a good dildo. I fucked her with it, increasing the pace of my tongue until she reached a loud, long orgasm. Then my wife took over, rubbing her clit for a second one. She then asked if I wanted to go inside her. Of course I did! We fucked and soon found myself getting close. I asked if I could cum, and she told me to go ahead. I felt her vaginal spasms grabbing me as she had another orgasm. My orgasm was prolonged this time—a glorious wave of pleasure. Then she told me to keep thrusting and managed a fourth orgasm. Again, I felt her spasms on my cock. God, her pussy is so tight and nice! She later told me that the first orgasm with the dildo was one of the best ever. Back to reality on Sunday afternoon. We went home and had family dinner outside. We ate cake and sang Happy Birthday. Then I washed the dishes. Later, we settled onto the couch. My wife then said it was still her birthday and she wasn’t done being pampered yet. She thrust her feet into my lap (she knows I love when she does this). I massaged her beautiful little feet for about half an hour. Then she announced it was time for bed and that she would like more massage. I joked that the massaging was done, after all, I had gotten what I wanted that morning. "Careful!" she said, "You know that I get to decide when he gets to come out." She lowered her eyes to my crotch. Suffice it to say, my wife got her massage about 30 minutes later while the kids were put to bed. While rubbing in the oil, I told her that was an incredibly hot thing for her to say. She just smiled. I think she is getting used to the power and liking it. So am I.

I’d like to be teased more often, but I don’t want it to become a chore or make OC feel like 'work' for my wife. Since I explained that I enjoy the teasing, she does seem to have fun with it sometimes. Yesterday evening we got home from a long car trip. The AC in our car had stopped working so we were both hot and windblown by the time we arrived. After dinner, we showered together. At one point, this almost always came with a handjob to completion. My wife would never want any attention or seem to get aroused in the shower. It was almost like she was giving me a kind of maintenance ejaculation. I think it may have become too routine and that my satisfaction had become an assumed outcome as soon as I started running the water. Last night, we soaped up, talking at length about our trip and enjoying the cool water on our tired bodies. Then my wife took my cock in her hand and began stroking me. It's been 10 days since my last orgasm and I started craving one from her skillful hand. But once I was fully erect, she stopped and looked down, just kind of admiring it. She made a remark about how I am still "liberal" (that is, my cock leans a bit to the left when hard.) Then she resumed washing herself and smiling. The action was over. What a wonderful tease. After the shower, I treated my bride to a full body massage. I was hard for most of it, especially when working on her cute ass. She moaned with pleasure, probably a bit more than was natural. She is well aware of the effect this has on my arousal. With this morning's coffee, I made a point of complimenting her on her teasing. She thanked me for this and said she is trying to make good on her resolution to give more. Communication is good, right?

Oh that sounds just like my Princess. She is teasing me madly like that and already it's working. I have never spent so long giving her a foot massage or a back massage for a kiss and a goodnight. Just like I used to do to her after pleasuring myself. When she eventually lets me use my tongue with her, she had a riding crop for me to ensure I was the right speed and tongue in exactly the right place at all times for her. I have never worked so hard to please.

A bit of a setback this week. With all the great teasing, my arousal has been high. At the same time, my wife is often quite tired at the end of the day, as she is working on a big organization project at home. She doesn't feel like much play time, and she craves more massage than normal, which you know gets me going. Anyway, a few nights ago, I couldn't help but edge myself as I lay awake with her sleeping beside me. Although I thought I had ended stimulation in time, after several seconds without contact, my cock fluttered and dribbled out onto my stomach. A classic ruin. I immediately felt shame and disappointment in myself, especially after such good self control and my wife's investment of time into teasing attention. I cleaned up and went to a troubled sleep. Now, the next day, I felt like the effects of the unplanned transgression were minimal. I still had a simmering arousal and a desire to be attentive to my wife. But later in the day, my wife and I were talking about household finances and I became grumpy and negative. I spoke to her in an unkind way and this affected her mood right up until bedtime. Throughout much of our marriage, that type of discussion would have been typical for me, especially when talking about money matters. This has earned me the nickname of "crusty" from my wife. Since practicing OC, I have moved away from being the crusty me, motivated to be more kind and positive. I didn't like hearing myself slip back into negativity and later realized that the orgasm must have had more of an impact than I had thought. I have not admitted to my wife about the masturbation to climax. I think if I told her, she would remind me that OC was my idea and she's not going to police my orgasms if I am not serious about it. It's all on me, really. I also think she might feel self conscious about her own libido being low at the moment. She might feel my admission is a kind of guilt trip, which is definitely not what I would want to convey. I think I will bring it up at a future time when we are in a more playful mood. I want her to know that this game is really having benefits for me as a man and a husband. The unfortunate loss of control reminded me how much orgasms take my energy and shift my attitude. I truly want all of my orgasms to happen with her and on her terms. As we are on the honour system, I might need her help to stay disciplined. I know that with a little bit of tough love and encouragement, her influence will make all the difference. At this point, I think that introducing a device would be a level of kink that we aren't yet ready for. I know that most of the other members are well past that point but I expect there are a few honour system types out there as well. I would welcome thoughts from anyone who has struggled with this stage of the journey. How have you encouraged your partner to take charge and coach you to higher levels of self discipline?

A hot surprise playtime this weekend. Playtime was unexpected as it was that time of the month for my wife... an especially heavy one that left her feeling tired and uncomfortable. On Saturday evening, we relaxed on the couch watching TV, my wife reclining at one end with me sitting beside her feet. My wife was also checking her Facebook. She gently stretched her foot out onto my lap, our wordless agreement that she expects me to give her a foot rub. (She knows I love this and that I get turned on by it.) After some time with me working on her beautiful feet, she remarked at how I have developed quite a foot fetish recently. "I can't say I blame you," she said, "my feet are quite adorable." She wondered aloud how common it is for men to have this fetish, then she began Googling the subject on her phone. As she read, she read out small snippets of interest: "...this one says that a foot fetish is often associated with an expression of subservience. That makes sense for you..." Then she said, "Aren't you going to suck my toes?" (I have done this on a few occasions. She never said much about it but hadn't asked me to stop. She had said afterwards that it "felt nice." I have wanted to do it more but usually stop at kissing her toes.) So I took her toes into my mouth and swirled my tongue gently around each one. When I reached her second smallest toe, she obviously enjoyed it particularly. She closed her eyes and raised her hips off the couch. "That makes me tingle," she gasped, "Do you think it could be connected to my..." Her voice trailed off, immersed in bliss. I was getting pretty hard at this point, excited by my wife's dominant taking of pleasure. "Too bad you can't go down on me right now," she said, referring to her period. Then, "go get that little vibrator." I went upstairs to our bedroom and retrieved the bullet vibe, putting in a fresh battery. I brought it down and handed it to her. Her hand disappeared under the blanket and I heard it begin whirring. She closed her eyes and sighed, writhing in pleasure. I resumed sucking on that magic toe, watching her the whole time. It didn't take long for her to cum in a beautiful wave of moaning and gasping. Then she ramped up the tempo of the vibe. I rose up on top of her and rubbed her nipples through her dress. She came again, biting her lip. I told her how hot it was to watch her masturbating and I would love if she did this more often. She told me she would be glad to do that as she felt my erection through my shorts. Then she told me to make myself cum. I grabbed some tissue and began stroking my cock. My wife resumed with the vibrator and we soon climaxed together. After about 10 days since my last one, it was very intense! Afterwards, we went up to the bedroom and I massaged my wife's temples and scalp. She remarked on the intensity of my orgasm and said it must be because of how long it has been since the last time we had sex. I admitted to my "unauthorized" orgasm last week and how I had meant to not cum. I explained that her intense teasing in the shower had made it difficult to hold back. She smiled at this, satisfied with her seductive powers over me. I think she is really enjoying her dominant side a bit more each week.

> midlifelovelife wrote: ↑Mon Jul 13, 2020 7:40 am > So I took her toes into my mouth and swirled my tongue gently around each one. When I reached her second smallest toe, she obviously enjoyed it particularly. She closed her eyes and raised her hips off the couch. "That makes me tingle," she gasped, "Do you think it could be connected to my..." Her voice trailed off, immersed in bliss. Same thing happens to my wife.

This forum has been great for me: a place to gather my thoughts about how I am feeling and what I really want. It has also been an unlimited resource for learning about the ways that other couples have played this game (there are so many ways!) and how couples have communicated about it. Hats off to the founders and the great community of men (and women, but mostly men) who contribute on a regular basis. This is like the Library of Congress for male chastity-- topics and posts going back years. I was reading one such post about "talking to your wife." I have to admit, although my wife is my best friend since 25 years ago, male chastity is a tricky topic to broach. I keep bringing it up gradually, mostly emphasizing that I am committed to turning my back on masturbation and that I want to only have orgasms on her terms. She has taken notice of my generally submissive tendencies and my eagerness to pamper and please her. I have often talked about how much I enjoy the teasing, even without any promise of sex. The post I was reading put forward an old blog entry: ... evice.html I had never seen this before and I liked that it was written from a woman's perspective. I texted a link to my wife in the early morning, before her usual digital surf before starting the day. "Well that was an interesting article you sent me," she said when I brought up her cup of coffee. She was especially interested in the many comments that have been posted. I actually hadn't read many of the comments, but I was glad she did. I told her I relate to many of the guys who get into chastity, especially the blog author's partner. She talked about the devices and said I don't seem to need one, as I am "doing quite well" (with the honor system). I don't know if she has been thinking much about it or not, but on the weekend she did a very dominant and sexy thing. After I brushed my teeth and came to bed, she told me I just blew my chance to go down on her. (There's something about the smell of mint that turns her off getting intimate. She never lets me go down on her when I have just brushed my teeth.) "Pass me that vibrator," she ordered. And so I did. Last week, I wrote about how sexy it is when she masturbates in front of me and I told her to think about doing it more often. She was definitely listening. I placed my hand on her thigh as she worked the toy, but she brushed it away. "This isn't about you," she said, moaning with pleasure, "you can just lie there and think about the orgasm you should have given me." I could only see her outline in the low lighting, but the sounds and smells were unbelievably exciting. After a few minutes, she relented and told me to get my tongue on her. I didn't hesitate to comply. She told me to work the vibe inside her while I licked. The dominant tone and her rising pleasure had me in a trance. When she came, I actually ejaculated as well, without any physical stimulation. That has rarely happened in my life. My wife had a couple more orgasms before telling me to withdraw the vibe. She slowly quivered back to earth. I had to come clean and tell her that I had come as well. She seemed sort of relieved that there was nothing to decide about my orgasm. She usually likes to see me get me off when she comes. She is such a fulfilling and generous partner in bed. When we went back to bed after cleaning up, she said she regretted letting me lick her pussy. She thought she should have been more resolute about denying me the pleasure... She just likes oral so much. I told her I was flattered. I have been thinking about that lovemaking session for much of the past 24 hours. Although my actual orgasm was not very intense, my level of arousal and mental stimulation were extreme. I am doing my best to emphasize this to my wife as I continue to work on better communication about my feelings in chastity.

Since we started to practice chastity, I think that one of the benefits for my wife is a noticable rise in her sexual confidence, and her self confidence in general. When I am retaining, I can't help but express my horny feelings and my wife is often catching me admiring her body. I am more vocal about what outfits look good on her, how cute her new haircut is, and things like that. She has taken to"inspecting" me for erections and delights in my hardness or semi-hardness that is clearly inspired by her. When she goes for a shower, she invites me to watch her lather up and rinse off, making an erotic show of it. This all feeds my frustration, only amplifying my horny feelings. It's a virtuous circle, I guess. She seems to have taken to this masturbation tease as well. Yesterday, she had the day off and I was working from home. After returning from some errands, she came out to see me on the deck, where I had set up my office under the gazebo. "What a beautiful day," she said, "I think I am going to eat my lunch out here with you and then go upstairs and pleasure myself." I told her that this sounded like a good plan, but I had unfortunately already eaten lunch and then had to get on a conference call. "Maybe if your call ends in time, you can come and watch." Instant boner. As I was about half an hour into the call, my wife was finishing her lunch. "I'm going upstairs now," she teased. "I told her I would be coming up to see her as soon as I could. "Okay," she said, "I hope you will be coming soon... I know* I *will be." (Wink.) Well, the conference call went on and on for another half hour and I couldn't get away because I had things to report on. I was so distracted thinking about my lovely wife frigging herself up in our bed. Finally, I crept up the stairs to our room to find her lying on her side under the covers with her eyes closed. She opened them slightly when she heard me. "I'm just going to catch a little nap," she said with a devilish smile, "I am a bit tired from my exertions." "Tell me about what I just missed," I asked. "Like what?" "Just tell me a number," I said, "How many did you have." She is multi-orgasmic. "Only two today, I had to be quiet with the window open." I kissed her and closed the door, heading back downstairs. Then I tried my best to get the rest of my work done, delirious with arousal.

Last night, my wife was out with some girlfriends. I made dinner for my daughter and mother-in-law. Then my mother-in-law went home and I watched a movie with my daughter. I had missed my wife. The girlfriend night had been a spontaneous event, and I had been looking forward to giving my wife a foot rub and maybe even a pedicure. So when she arrived home late that evening, I came up to bed and grabbed the massage oil. She quickly put aside her reading and lay on her stomach. Her naked body was so beautiful in the dimly lit bedroom. I love giving her massage in summer time; no need for covering her with quilts. Even though I was tired from a day of DIY projects, I was able to work on the massage for nearly an hour. She expressed her appreciation, as she always does, with soft moans when I get the right spots. I intentionally spent some time on some erogenous zones: the backs of her knees and her toes. She responded with some clenching of her thighs, but I knew there would be no sex tonight. At the end of the massage, she gave me cock an inspection and smiled approvingly when she felt my erection. I guess it's a very sincere expression of arousal! She went off to a peaceful sleep and I lay on my back, gradually settling down. I was very mindful of my arousal and summoned the discipline to not touch my cock-- it was difficult! I focused on my feelings of love and kindness towards my wife and sleep came soon. In the night, I awoke with an erection and thoughts about my hands on her body. Perhaps I had been dreaming about it. Again, I tried to call upon self discipline, as I am not wearing a device and it would be easy to rub one off. (Actually I had edged myself a few nights ago and it went too far, ending with an aborted orgasm that left me feeling unsatisfied and guilty.) I don't think I can consider edging as different from jerking off to orgasm. If I am serious about giving control to my wife, I should stop all play when she's not involved, right? So I willed myself to not touch my body, while replaying the memory of touching hers. I rolled over on my side with an exquisite feeling of unsatisfied desire. So strange but so rewarding. I awoke feeling refreshed.

"The other night, my wife was teasing me by letting me get close to her in bed. We use an oscillating fan on summer nights and as it rotated towards us, it carried the scent from between her legs up to our faces. It was one of those times when the chemistry of her vagina was just perfect... so tempting. She didn't feel like any sex that night but told me I might get a chance soon "if I am good." I decided to admit to her that I had not been good; I had given myself an orgasm on Wednesday night. I told her I was disappointed with myself after doing so well. But the "control" part about OC is not a natural transition for my wife. Her reaction to the transgression was to speculate that I might "need" to get off more often. She seemed to feel almost guilty that I had been motivated to do this. While I now think of it as cheating on her, she seems reluctant to insist that I abstain. I think it's hard for women to shake off the myth about the importance of the male orgasm, as though it's their duty to administer them according to some "need." I explained that I like the anticipation leading up to my orgasms and the feeling of intense desire that goes along with it. I also said it's always worth the wait and the experience from masturbating is no where near as good as my orgasms with her. She listened to me but I don't think that I did much to change her feelings. I really want her to play a greater role in helping me with the control aspect. Even though she is an assertive type of woman, I am up against thousands of years of male domination.

"It’s incredible how a small amount of teasing can ignite the fire of arousal. It had been about 4 days after my last orgasm and I was thinking about how slowly my desire was returning this time. I just wasn’t feeling the urge. My wife’s period also came, so opportunity wasn’t really presenting itself anyway. Then on Friday afternoon, I took the kids golfing and my wife stayed home and said she would get dinner going so that we could eat when we got back. I texted her when we were on the last green so she knew we would soon arrive. “Okay,” she texted me back, “BTW, good job on picking up more AAA’s.” (Her favourite bullet vibrator takes AAA batteries.) When I got home, my wife looked so beautiful and relaxed. She whispered to me that she had given herself three orgasms with the vibrator. For the rest of the evening, she just smiled at me and made little remarks about how nice the evening was. My horny feelings were suddenly back with a vengeance! She took full advantage, asking for a massage at bedtime. As usual, when I’m horny, I have so much stamina with the massaging. I worked on her for a good hour and she purred her encouragement. She reached out to make sure that I had a raging erection (I did) and then just smiled. I finished with a luxurious foot rub, sucking on each of her beautiful toes. When I was done, she drifted off to sleep and I laid down beside her, gloriously unsatisfied and happy that the fire was burning again. I am so in love with her!

"On the weekend, I enjoyed a very pleasurable orgasm with my wife. I climaxed in my favourite way: PIV as she climaxed simultaneously. All of that was preceded by some intense oral for her, along with two warm-up orgasms. I remarked afterwards about how my orgasm was a particularly good one. When she asked why, I explained that simultaneous O’s are the best for me because I can feel her vaginal contractions as I erupt. She is already teasing me about this. Yesterday, when I was acting a bit bratty, she cautioned that I should watch it “if I want to have another SO any time soon.” After ejaculation, my comedown is not to get moody or depressed like some guys seem to experience. For me, it comes with brattiness (contradicting, being sarcastic, being judgmental), and also laziness (less desire to please her). This played out as usual after our weekend sex so I probably deserved the tease about getting another “SO”. Having taken care of the brattiness, my wife also decided to deal with the laziness. On Monday evening, she was sitting in the family room, reading. I decided to sit at the other far end of the sectional with my book. Contrast this to last week when she was getting nightly foot rubs. My wife turned to me and said, “Hey!” With a stern expression, she patted the cushion beside her. This really triggered my submissive nerve and I immediately closed my book and came over to her side. She rotated with her feet towards me expectantly. I dutifully found the lotion on the bottom shelf under the coffee table. Then I went to work on her beautiful little feet and she just continued to read without another word spoken. I think this makes it better and more arousing when she doesn’t pay me any attention. She just lets me give her service. At one point, when I had stopped being as vigorous as she likes, she paused to say, “c’mon, now, give ‘er!” I resumed the vigour. “That’s better.” And she just turned her pages. I think she is still horny and may be receptive to some more oral pleasures, perhaps tonight if I can get the kids to bed at a reasonable hour. I may have to really work for it, though. Before our weekend sex, she received quite a massage. She is definitely feeling her control and loves it.

"On the weekend, I tried a sensual massage on my wife. It seemed like a natural progression from the frequent body and foot massages that she is getting from me. We had the rare indulgence of a hotel room without the kids, as we were visiting her brother’s family and there are only enough beds for the little ones. So after dinner on Friday, we were quite excited to get to the hotel. My wife lay down on her back and I had her take some deep breaths while I retrieved the massage oil from our bag. With some calming music playing, I started with a gentle massage of her neck and upper chest, slowly making my way across her breasts and rubbing oil around her nipples. I then gently touched her abdomen, making long, soft strokes from breasts to navel. I traced the outside of her abdomen and worked towards her pubic area. She kept her eyes closed throughout this time, sighing with pleasure to encourage me. I began to massage oil into the outer parts of her mound, as well as into her inner thighs. Her legs fell open, completely relaxed. Then I began to massage her labia, gently squeezing them closed and then open. Each time her clitoris appeared, it was a bit more engorged. Eventually, I pulled back her lips and applied oil to her clit, gently massaging it in little circles. She moaned softly and I told her that I would keep going until she stopped me. Orgasm was optional. She didn’t stop me. As the clit massage proceeded, I switched to quicker side-to-side motions, holding her labia back with my other hand so that her clit was fully exposed. Her breathing quickened as her orgasm drew nearer. I then inserted my finger inside her and gently rubbed her g-spot, switching my thumb on the same hand to pay attention to her clit. After several seconds, she had a long, shuddering orgasm, pushing herself into my hand. As her climax subsided, I withdrew my finger from inside her and placed gentle pressure on her labia and clit as she experienced another aftershock. I had such a blissful feeling, experiencing my own heart rate rise and fall with hers. At that point, she was not done and placed her own fingers on her clit. She told me to give her my own orgasm by stroking myself in time and synchronizing with her climax. We came together and I was surprised by the quantity of semen that I produced into my hand. After cleaning up, we cuddled for a while and then went to bed. The next morning, my wife welcomed my advances and allowed me to perform oral on her. Although she was clearly enjoying it, she stopped me short and told me it was my turn. Lying on her back, she gave me an incredible blowjob until I said I couldn’t hold on much longer. Then she took me out of her mouth and jerked me off onto the soft white skin of her breasts. Wow, two orgasms in less than 12 hours! I thanked her for her attentions and suggested that I would now probably need to wait a while before I cum again. “Maybe,” she said, “but it’s not really for you to decide. If I want you to cum, you’re going to cum.” That’s what we agreed. God, she has me on a string and I love it! I think the sensual massage will be making a repeat appearance as well. She has made a few hints about that too.

"Readers of this journal will know that I’m on the honours system without a cage. At times during the past year, it’s been difficult to keep the promise of no masturbation. I have edged myself on many occasions with a few accidental orgasms in the process. After the last accident, I realized that I need to be hands-off entirely because once I get going, it can be difficult to stop short. After one of these orgasms, the guilty feeling of infidelity is just not worth it. I lose the simmering feeling of arousal and intense desire for my wife, at least for a few days. Keeping up the hands-off policy is beginning to modify my habits. This month, I have noticed that the urge to masturbate has really diminished in general. Even during my most susceptible time (awake in bed beside my sleeping wife), I find I am able to overcome the urge. Just the sensation of becoming erect is enough to give me a kind of warm and satisfying feeling. I can sort of meditate on the sensation and eventually come back down again. It has definitely helped that my wife has provided several releases this month. She is happy that I am less of a wanker and that I only associate my orgasms with our times together. When we do play, she has been generous about letting me cum. She really is worth it!

"Wife: “I think my period is coming tomorrow.” Me: “I think you are right. It’s about that time. I guess I will be abstaining a bit longer now.” Wife: (caressing my cock through pants) “I don’t know, maybe you should get yourself off... but you would probably like your wife to do it, wouldn’t you?” Me: (just nodding) Wife: “But I think I am going to need some back rubs over the next week. Your back rubs are so much better when it’s been a while.” (Stops touching.) I had to admit to her that she was right— retaining makes me so much more motivated to give good massage. So I have been getting to touch her a lot this week. She checks to make sure I am hard. I almost always are.

"My wife had to go out of town with the kids for a few days, returning this past Saturday. The separation really adds to the buildup for me. It had also been two weeks since my last orgasm— not a long time for many of the contributors in this forum but pretty long for me. My wife also indulged in some long distance teasing, asking me if I would be able to handle not touching myself when we talked and texted. One evening we had some FaceTime as she retired to bed. She let down her hair and flirted playfully. She then showed a bit of her glorious breasts and asked to see evidence of my arousal, which I bashfully extended towards the camera. My wife seemed pretty aroused herself. Earlier that day, she had caught up with a couple of male work colleagues from the place we used to live. One of the guys used to be openly attracted to her. That was years ago but I think he still liked what he saw from my wife’s reports. The attention was making her feel sexy. The teasing was making her feel powerful over me. When she got home, we had some hot kissing right away and my wife marveled at the results of the chores I had been doing. She whispered that she wanted my head between her legs that night. As it turned out, she was so tired from the trip, she ended up falling asleep before I could get the kids to bed. More anticipation! The next night, we didn’t miss our chance. I was in heaven as I finally got to perform oral on my wife. She was vocal in her appreciation and also gave direction, telling me to probe her g-spot. Then she told me that after she reached her first orgasm, she wanted me to rub my cock on her clit until I came. After that, she wanted me to lick it up. She said that just the thought of it was getting her so hot. We had never done that in over 20 years of marriage. At that moment I told her I wanted to do it. It didn’t take much longer for her first orgasm to overtake her. It seemed to go on for a while, or maybe she had more than one. Then she told me to get to it with my cock. I took my jeans off and positioned myself between her legs. She writhed as I flicked my hard cock across her swollen clit and rubbed it up and down her labia. As my orgasm approached, I asked her if she wanted me to cum and she nodded needfully. I erupted onto her clit— thick semen just kept pumping out of me. After 17 days, it felt amazing to finally cum. While the convulsions began to subside, I looked down at the big white mess I was about to consume. It didn’t seem so arousing anymore! But a promise is a promise and I began to think of it as a gesture of gratitude to my amazing wife. Thinking in those terms made it doable and I dove in and began licking up the mess. “How is it?” she asked me. (She hates the taste and feeling of cum in her mouth.) I actually didn’t find it to be as gross as I had expected. I was making sure to swallow it quickly so it didn’t linger in my mouth. “I’m not loving it,” I said, “but it’s better than I thought it would be.” My tongue on her clit was now too sensitive and she asked me to leave the rest. She reached her hand down and used the remaining cum to lubricate herself, fingering her way to a final orgasm. We cleaned up and cuddled, talking about what had just happened. My wife said she didn’t find it as hot as she had expected and may not want to try it again. She was also surprised that it had been the first time I had ever tasted my own semen, after more than thirty years of orgasms. I explained that I had wanted to try it on several occasions but the curiosity always evaporated immediately after cumming. This made her laugh. I told her how much I had enjoyed the feeling of building up for over two weeks. The energy was incredible and I genuinely liked the horny feelings. I told her that from now on, I want to cum no more than twice a month. “Really?” she asked, “we can do it more than that.” I said we can have sex as often as she likes but that she should monitor my orgasms to try to keep it to maximum two per month. I said I will need her help with it, especially in the heat of the moment. I asked her if she had noticed how much more attentive I am when I am retaining and she admitted that the massages were quite a lot better. She asked me again if I wanted her to lock my cock “in a box.” I still don’t think so and we agreed that my will power seems to be enough.

My wife teased me in some new ways this past week. On Thursday, I went for a run in the early morning while she slept. After my shower she called me to bed to snuggle with her in the dark. We have snuggled a lot lately as nights have become colder. She was pleasantly surprised that I was still naked. She rolled me onto my back and faced towards me. Then she began trailing her fingers across my chest and down my stomach. She traced the lines of my hips and inner thighs, gently brushing my scrotum. Then she periodically ran her fingers along my hard shaft, giggling at my arousal. She grasped my cock and stroked it slowly. Then she returned to my stomach and thighs. The next time she returned to stroking my cock, I could already feel my orgasm building and I told her I was close. She said, “not now. We can’t have that mess.” And she gave me a parting stroke of her fingers across my stomach. We snuggled a bit longer and then I got up to start preparations for the day. When I later brought her a coffee, she asked me how I enjoyed the teasing. I said she had been a real pro and she smiled. She reminded me that the next day was the day she had booked off work and that we would be able to “enjoy each other” while the kids were at school. I would be working from home. I was distracted all day and I also awoke in the night with an erection and fantasies of making love to her. In the morning, I got the kids off to school and then signed into a conference call that had unfortunately been booked for 9:00. My wife was up in bed texting me that she was ready for me to come and visit her. My cock swelled while I tried to keep my mind on the business of the call. I texted her back that my call would go until 10. But as luck would have it, this important client arranged another discussion to happen immediately afterwards. It was getting quite late in the morning before I could get free. By then, my wife had come downstairs and started to rearrange some things in the living room. I kissed her neck and reminded her about our solitude. She said I seemed more interested in calls anyway. She also said she hadn’t forgotten, but it was getting close to lunchtime and she was feeling hungry. I made us some lunch and we ate together. My wife kept looking at her agenda and talking about all the errands she wanted to get done. I said that maybe I should go down on her after lunch before she got distracted with errands. “Maybe,” she said. After I washed up from lunch, my wife positioned herself at the bottom of the stairs, one foot starting to step up, her cute ass in one of her sexiest jeans thrusting towards me. “So much to do,” she said, “what to do first.” I came up behind her. The game was coming to a close and we were finally heading upstairs. “Let’s get up to bed,” I said. “I don’t know,” what about your conference calls? I was ready this morning.” “Well, we have our chance now. Just get to bed and spread your legs so I can lick you.” Although she might normally give in now, she didn’t. Instead, she got her purse and car keys and kissed me on the cheek. “But I want to go down on you so badly,” I pleaded. “I know.” Out the door she went.

One of the things that I find to be a bit of a struggle is sleeping well in chastity. And I am not even caged, so it’s not about chafing or other physical discomfort. For me, it’s all about what’s going on in my head. I wake up with horny thoughts in the middle of the night and my imagination starts racing. This week is our “Shaggaversary,” a term my wife and I use to mark the anniversary of the first time we had sex, now over two decades ago. My wife has been dropping hints about how we might celebrate, but is deliberately vague about what and when. She is taking me up on my encouragement for more teasing and now having sex with her is really on my mind a lot. At one time, I would have just rubbed one off in bed and gone back to a peaceful sleep. Now I won’t dare betray my promise to keep hands off. I will say, I enjoy the simmering feeling and my wife is enjoying the attention. She remarks often about how “snuggly” I am, compared to the past. On the weekend, I painted her toes again when I noticed that the colour was becoming chipped and faded. I love to admire those freshly painted toes... and massage them and kiss them... She smiles at my enthusiastic servitude. I am just so tired, and so horny.

Yesterday, my wife and I had an argument in the evening. I was glad that we were able to resolve things before it was time to go to sleep. In chastity, I find that I am increasingly focused on her happiness and I find it more upsetting when she is angry with me. In the past, I would think of her anger as her problem and I would spend little energy on trying to communicate better. Last night, it was important that I found the words to express myself while taking the conversation away from conflict. I was affectionate and hugged her a lot to restore the mood. I felt more evolved than my former self. Am I giving too much credit to masturbation control when it comes to this change? I mean, it’s not like I was consciously thinking about my next chance for an orgasm while navigating the evening’s confrontation. I wasn’t “being nice” so that I could get laid. But I definitely felt more caring and more empathetic, behaviours that I have conditioned myself to take on in a more automatic way, since I stopped pleasuring myself several times a week. As we lay in bed, talking and reconciling, my wife did say that my provocations would be punished; I could forget about touching her pussy for “a while” and she won’t be touching me. My wife has always been one to withhold sex as punishment or incentive, so this is nothing new. However, it definitely has a more profound effect now because it also means I won’t be cumming at all.

Earlier this week, I was working from home and my wife had a day off. She was indulging in reality TV shows while I joined a series of conference calls. I finally finished this onslaught of meetings and came over to talk to her. As I stood next to her, sitting on the couch, she asked me when she would get to see my cock again. I teased her for a second but she was not having that. “Take your cock out for me,” she commanded, and of course I obliged. She then proceeded to pleasure me with her lovely mouth, licking me and sucking me. It had been 15 days since my last orgasm, so I soon felt my climax building. My wife backed off, teasing me and asking if I wanted to cum today. “I do if you want me to,” I replied. She continued her teasing and soon brought me closer to cumming. I warned her that I was close and she hummed her permission. What followed was a long and extremely satisfying orgasm. She stayed with me for every convulsion, drawing out all of my cum. I think I was quite vocal because my wife remarked on how strong my orgasm seemed to be. This was after she went to the bathroom to dispose of my cum, which she usually does. She also talked about how hard I felt in her mouth. “I think that your saving up is really making a difference,” she said, “You are having much better orgasms now.” I couldn’t help but agree. I admitted that my previous experience was to cum several times a week and it was not unusual for an orgasm to be somewhat routine. I told her that when I had masturbated frequently, even my orgasms with her used to be less intense. “Then you definitely can’t go back,” she said. Back to retaining. It’s been only 2 days now but I am already thinking often about the next one.

Wonderful teasing on the couch yesterday. My wife and I were watching our favourite team play on Sunday when she pulled a blanket over the two of us and began softly stroking my crotch through my jeans. “Take it out,” she whispered in my ear, and I quickly obliged. She then gently ran her fingers up and down my cock, stopping and starting, going faster and slower. She would periodically comment on a good play on screen, asking me if I saw it, but knowing how difficult it was for me to think about anything but the amazing handjob. “We should get that dinner in the oven,” she said, changing the subject again. “How about we wait until halftime,” I suggested, hoping to prolong this pleasure. There were under 2 minutes left until the half. My wife agreed, continuing to lovingly stroke me. At one point, she picked up the pace, jacking me briskly. I turned my face to hers, squirming and trying not to cum. I moaned quietly and said how good it felt. “Time to get dinner in,” she said, stopping suddenly and grabbing the waistband of my underwear to cover my cock up again. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek and smiled devilishly. I proceeded to buckle back up and head to the kitchen. As the second half started, I pulled the blanket back over the two of us. “Don’t expect anything raunchy under the blanket,” she chided. Then she hinted that maybe something would happen in bed tonight. Something did happen later in bed but it didn’t involve my cock. My wife asked me for a massage and I was happy to oblige. Getting to rub her back and hopefully her cute ass was a perfect thing to occupy my aroused mind. I did a proper job, applying massage oil and working her back muscles vigorously. Eventually I worked my way down to her ass, pulling her panties down and oiling her up. She moaned her approval. At a certain point, I began massaging her inner thighs, right near her pussy. Sensing that she might like more, I probed a couple of fingers towards her mound, reaching under her while she was still face-down on her stomach. Moaning, my wife parted her legs and lifted her hips off the mattress, allowing my fingers to access her labia. She was quite moist and I spread her lubricant around her pussy and onto her clit. She was clearly enjoying a handjob of her own now. With her cute ass arched towards me, I moistened a finger on my other hand and began working it into her puckered asshole. Although she rarely asks for this, she loves having a finger in there while I work her clit. Pretty soon, I had a nice rhythm going, playing little circles on her clit, sometimes moving off to massage her labia and gather more moisture. My other finger was fucking her ass gently, just one knuckle deep. Her ass started to get dry, so I added a lot more saliva, making it suddenly very slick. She moaned louder now and I picked up the pace with her asshole. Sensing that her orgasm was close, I doubled down on her clit as well. My wife turned her face into the pillow and her body tensed up. Her little ass pulsed on my finger as a wave of contractions came over her. As she rolled into another small orgasm, I just pressed my fingers against her clit, holding the pressure while the wave washed over her. She relaxed and I withdrew my fingers from her ass and pussy. She flipped over and commented that I was a “dirty boy.” But she was all smiles as she staggered onto her feet and to the bathroom to wash up. I warmed up her heating pad and brought it to her in bed. Feeling totally relaxed, she was definitely off to sleep now. She took a moment to stroke my crotch through my pyjamas. Her eyes widened in surprise at my erection. “What do you expect?” I replied, “I love giving you pleasure, so that was pretty hot for me.” As she rolled onto her side to go to sleep, I headed downstairs to finish cleaning up the kitchen. I enjoyed the warm feeling that comes with unsatisfied arousal and thoughts of a satisfied wife. We guys in chastity know it well.

While I was massaging my wife’s back in bed on Friday night, I made a point of telling her that her teasing has been exquisite lately and I really appreciate it. She smiled but told me it was pretty easy to tell how much I like it. “Since you like it so much,” she said, “maybe I will keep getting you closer and closer, but never, ever let you get to completion! How would you like that?” “That would be I interesting,” I said, smiling. “You’re so weird.” “Don’t get me wrong,” I added, “I really want to cum every time. I just want you to keep me guessing. I want to get to the point where I never know when it’s going to happen or if it’s going to stop. I think that’s really hot.” “You already know that I have the control,” she said smugly, “I am the only one who knows when you’ll cum.” “Yes, but I can always tell when you’re definitely going to let it happen.” “Is that so?” she replied thoughtfully. Since then, the teasing has been even more consistent, especially when we are spooning in bed. I think she has new resolve to keep me aroused and seems to have a new perspective on what it means to really be in control.

When I read some of the other journals on this site, I am a bit envious of some guys whose wives experience a massive increase of libido with chastity. My wife is enjoying the teasing, comfortable with the knowledge that it doesn’t have to lead to anything further. I would gladly go down on her every single day, whether or not there was any chance for me to cum. A few days ago, I was working from home and she was busy organizing the house to get ready for Christmas. When she came over to where I was working at the dining room table, she pressed her tits against me and told me her plan for the day, starting with a shower and wrapping up with our dinner plans. I took the chance to suggest some oral pleasures first, since she was going to have a shower anyway. She smiled and bit her lip coyly. “That could be nice,” she considered, “Don’t you have to be on a call.” I explained that my calendar was clear for the morning and I could spend all the time we need. She went back and forth with the idea several times and eventually said, “No thanks. I don’t feel like that right now.” She checked my crotch to see how aroused I was, giggling at the confirmation . It’s dropped quite cold this week. Later that morning, as my wife flitted around with her activities, I felt a draft by the dining room window. I went upstairs to put on an undershirt. Hearing my belt buckle, my wife quickly came to the stairs and called up, “What are you doing?” I explained that I was putting on the extra layer. “Oh,” she said with a raised eyebrow, “I thought you were taking matters into your own hands. I know you were pretty excited earlier. You are supposed to be saving it for me.” This is new. Chastity enforcement. So hot.

On Christmas Day, my wife treated me to a glorious handjob in the shower. She really enjoys making me cum so it was a nice present for both of us. I kept thinking about it over the next couple of days— the way her wet tits were pressed against me while the water cascaded down, the way she stroked me and whispered in my ear. Being on the honour system, I couldn’t resist edging myself a couple of nights later while she slept beside me in bed. But I took things a bit past the edge and ended up having a (mostly ruined) orgasm. Damn, I had been carrying a flawless record for months before that little violation. I decided to forget about it and just focus on getting back on the wagon, so to speak. No need to confess this to the wife. Well only two days later, we were working on a puzzle to pass the lockdown days. She turned to me and said, “The real question is, when are you going to stop beating your meat?” I looked up from the puzzle into her eyes, her smiling, knowing eyes. “How did you know?” I asked. “I can always tell. You treat me differently after you’ve cum.” Then the next thing she said kind of playfully, “Just don’t let it happen again.” It was like she was trying to be stern and dominant and isn’t yet feeling totally comfortable with that. Man, I felt like I was a horny teenager getting caught. It really helped me get back in line. Since then, it’s been all just teasing from my wife. Tonight we are sending the kids to the grandparents for date night and my wife is expecting some sensual pampering. She wants me to use her new toy that’s been in the box since Christmas. She said I may get to cum too, if I’m good.

So what's the new toy? We expect a full report on how it goes and if she likes it!!!!!;)

Well, date night was pretty fantastic. We have actually had two date nights since my last entry. With lockdown happening in my region, there’s no going out, so we enjoyed Thai takeout and a bottle of wine, then streamed a couple of episodes of our favourite show in the bathtub. I washed her feet as we sat across from each other and she occasionally rubbed her foot against my cock, smiling at my purple erection, then stopping and letting me go back to flaccid. After the bath, I set up cushions in front of the gas fireplace and cranked it up to a roaring level. I invited my wife down to the floor and proceeded to massage her back and legs with her new massage oil from Christmas. I lingered for a while on her cute ass and also massaged her perfect feet, licking and sucking her toes. This started to invoke some arousal and I could see her body twisting and tensing. I then whispered in her ear, asking if I could lick her asshole, something we have never done. She is a bit grossed out by the bacteria issue, but has often wondered how good it would feel when we have seen rimming in a porn movie. I told her I would do it with a plastic wrap barrier (a hack I had recently heard about). She consented and lifted her hips to allow me a proper angle. Judging by the noises she was making, she really enjoyed my work and I was as hard as a rock. After a while, she suggested that we add in her new toy. Since readers wanted to know, it’s a We Vibe (Nova), which has a g-spot stimulator and a second wand for the clit. In the darkness by the firelight, I had some difficulty finding the entrance to her pussy and we laughed as I fumbled around. Finally, I positioned the vibe inside her and began massaging her g-spot, then turned on the rumbly vibrations. The whole time, I continued licking her ass. The clit vibrator has a second motor, but I just gently stroked it against her clit without vibration, taking it away as a tease. After a couple teases, she wasn’t having that, and she ordered me to buzz her clit. Of course I obeyed, and it wasn’t long before she had a shuddering orgasm, moaning face down into the cushions. “Oh, you might have just put yourself out of a job with that new thing,” she said. I felt so happy that I had made her feel so good. Then she rolled over and wanted some PIV sex. I entered her, missionary, and tried to take it slowly to make things last. It was pretty hot and romantic by the fire, but she also wanted a good fuck so I picked up the pace and told her I was getting close. She wanted us to come together and so I just went for it and she fingered her clit to a second powerful climax. She was so loud. Afterwards, we went up to bed and watched one more episode of our show while cuddling. She kept teasing her “dirty boy” about the rimming and how it got me so excited. After a while, she wanted to try the vibrator again, this time on her back. I lubed her up and massaged her inside to get ready, but when I tried to insert the vibe, she found she was too sore. Instead, I just put my thumb on her clit and gently rubbed her gspot until she soon came for a third time that evening. Great night!

We have decided to give the master bedroom a makeover, featuring a big closet system. My wife is pretty excited about it and on Friday night she told me that if I get a satisfactory amount of work done, she will give me a blowjob and let me cum in her mouth. Needless to say, I was highly motivated to get things done and got through most of the one side by Sunday at dinner. My wife was ready for an early bed that night, fighting off a headache. So I didn’t push my advantage. (Do guys in chastity ever have an advantage?) Today, she was admiring my work from the weekend and mentioned the blowjob. “I am feeling really productive today,” she said, “getting through so many items on my to-do list. Maybe you’d like that BJ thing that you earned.” She sat on the bed and had me stand in front of her, then undid my pants and pulled out my cock, already getting hard. Then she stroked me to a full erection and took me into her beautiful mouth. She paused every few seconds, asking for feedback on her technique. I was delirious with pleasure and urging her on. I could feel my orgasm around the corner. And then, she stopped! “That’s all for today,” she teased, zipping me back up, “still lots of cabinets to get installed, so hopefully we can finish this off some time.” I’m always impressed when she denies me after going far like that. I know she enjoys giving me the orgasm, so it takes some will power for her too. Afterwards, we enjoyed a cup of tea and talked about the project and other renovations we are thinking about. I was so fucking agreeable and I think I just committed to another year of projects. Who’s pushing the advantage now?

> midlifelovelife wrote: ↑Tue Feb 02, 2021 3:35 pm > Afterwards, we enjoyed a cup of tea and talked about the project and other renovations we are thinking about. I was so fucking agreeable and I think I just committed to another year of projects. > Who’s pushing the advantage now? I know how it goes with new projects she wants done! She dangles that proverbial carrot and we will commit to anything.:twisted: At this point I think my project list will outlive me!:roll::o

I haven’t posted anything in a while. I guess things have been pretty stable and I don’t have many new thoughts to record. Last week, there seemed to be an uptick in my wife’s playfulness with me, and also a bit of a will to punish me. She has been working on an organizational project around the house. Her methods are very deliberate and I often want to see her get it done quicker. Usually, I try to be encouraging but last week, I made a sarcastic remark about the pace of her progress. She calmly responded that I won’t be seeing her pussy for a while after that remark. And I definitely won’t be getting any attention, maybe until December. I was impressed by her calm assertiveness and suddenly felt incredibly turned on. Over the next several days, she teased me often, massaging my crotch as we passed in the laundry room and other places around the house. At bedtime, she told me to put my head between her legs and smell how nice her pussy is. She slept naked. She cupped me and stroked me occasionally while we cuddled. My heart was constantly racing. What really surprised me was how turned on I became about her dominant tone. She told me she was going out one Saturday afternoon and wanted to know what I had planned. I had just picked up some mulch for the garden. “After you fold this laundry, you can spread your mulch around,” she commanded, “That should keep you busy until I get back. Don’t try to think of other ways to be helpful.” I started getting erect at each stern remark. Fortunately for me, my wife couldn’t keep me banned forever. Early on Sunday morning, she told me to close the door and get between her legs. She told me I had been acting very repentant. I licked her hungrily and also teased her to draw out the time before her orgasm. I used my finger to probe and massage her g-spot while I licked her clit. She struggled to be quiet as she came, but managed not to cry out while the kids were sleeping. I rose up to lie beside her. I thanked her for changing her mind while she masturbated to another climax. “Maybe you’ll think twice next time you are thinking about saying something mean to me,” she said. Then, she went down on me and let me cum in her mouth. It was an outstanding one and I just thanked her over and over. I have been on my best behaviour since then but I almost want to be bratty just to get teased and controlled again.

When being chaste, the difference between no teasing and just a little bit of teasing is remarkable. I had gone about 10 days without orgasm when my wife’s period came. So for four days, she had zero interest in sex and was feeling pretty uncomfortable. I didn’t dare try to initiate. Leading up to the 10th day, I was feeling a rising need to cum, but then I just became content. I found I wasn’t thinking about it that much. Without any flirting or touching from my wife, it was quite manageable. On the weekend, her period tapered off and she resumed her teasing ways. Out having an afternoon cocktail in our backyard, she suggested that she could give me a blowjob and our yard is so private, no one would even be able to tell it was happening. But she remembered that our youngest was upstairs playing video games. Even though his window has no view of where we weee sitting, he might come down looking for a snack. She suggested that I should preemptively take him a snack so we could be certain that we wouldn’t be disturbed. Suddenly I was desperate to have that blowjob! I agreed with her brilliant idea and I brought my son a snack and drink. He was thrilled of course and resumed gaming while I returned to the backyard. Then my wife teasingly moved on from the blowjob idea, saying that it’s probably not as private as she was thinking. I refreshed our drinks and we talked. Except now, I couldn’t take my eyes off her lips. I think she noticed this and seemed to moisten them with her tongue a bit more than was necessary. All the rest of the weekend, she gave me random cock inspections and grabbed my ass. I went from managing my chastity with ease to fighting my desperate need to cum. That night, I gave her a massage and I was rock hard the whole time, especially while working on her cute ass and getting little whiffs of her pussy while she moaned in pleasure. As I finished the massage, she gave me another cock inspection and noticed my erection with a little gasp of surprise. I begged her to give me a handjob. She seemed to suddenly feel sorry for me. “You need this, don’t you?” she said knowingly, stroking my cock through my underwear. Within seconds, I was getting close and told her. She pumped her hand briskly until I lost my load into my gitch. She marveled at the quantity which leaked out through the fabric and into her hand. After washing up, she went peacefully to sleep, smiling at the effects of her teasing. Meanwhile, my level of arousal has hardly dipped and I am back to madly wanting her. She says she might let me go down on her soon...

June has been a fun month with my wife. Her libido is a bit higher as we turn the page on this pandemic and get back to doing more of the things we used to do. For me, there have been only two orgasms in the month, a number that I previously would have considered a drought before starting OC. The last one happened almost 2 weeks ago when we had an overnight at a hotel while I travelled for business (a novel experience now). My wife tagged along and with the meeting being on a Friday, we stayed into the weekend. On the Friday night, my wife was too tired for any play but she said we should take advantage of our morning time. I instead gave her a long massage with oil and enjoyed the warm feeling of being erect and horny for her. I was up earlier on the Saturday and I dashed out to get some breakfast and brought it back to our room. She had slept naked but rose to put on some lingerie that I had bought for her. She smiled as we ate our breakfast and I was obviously distracted by her beautiful breasts under the sheer fabric. We moved to the bed and she lay back, telling me to go down on her. She said after that, maybe she would suck me off. I said that it sounded like a great idea but I had something else in mind. I reminded her of a time when I rubbed my cock on her clit until I ejaculated onto her pussy, then licked it up until she climaxed. “We could do that if you want!” she replied. So I positioned my cock against her labia and ran myself up and down, pressing my erection into her swollen clit. I was pretty slippery from pre-cum and she was exceptionally wet too. I used my phone to give her a view of what I was seeing, aiming the camera lens between her legs. After a bit of doing this, I came, and I carefully directed the ejaculation between her labia. Having not cum for 2 weeks, there was quite a quantity of it, but it looked pretty hot. I moved to start licking it up and my wife asked if I wanted to wipe some up so I didn’t have to eat so much. She hates the texture of cum in her mouth and was empathetic about what I was faced with. In that moment when my orgasm was finished, it was really tempting to take her up on that suggestion, but this whole thing was my request and I didn’t want to chicken out. So I just went down on her and began licking it up. Honestly, it’s not that bad, especially when mixed with her juices. She really loves the slippery feeling as the cum coats her clit. I also worked my fingers inside her, drawing some cum inside to make her wonderfully wet and squishy. She built up to an orgasm quite quickly and it was very powerful. I love it when she is able to be loud and uninhibited. I massaged her g-spot vigorously as she fingered herself to a second (and maybe a quick third) orgasm. Even though it was all over in just a few minutes, it was devine. And it contributed to a very romantic Saturday as we spent the whole day together exploring the city. Since that day, my wife has made several references to “that naughty” thing I did. She admits that she is turned on by the thought of me consuming my own like that. I have made several advances for a repeat, but her period then got in the way of play time… until last night, but I will leave that story for another entry.

So when my wife’s period was over, I was well aware. First, she went back to sleeping naked, which is an obvious sign. And then there’s just my prehistoric ability to recognize the chemical change, even if I use the toilet after she was recently there. I wonder if other men practicing chastity have found that they pay more attention to the pheromones of the key holder… I dared to make some advances one night, but she rebuffed me, wanting to get some sleep. But she didn’t go to sleep easily, her mind busy thinking about a new business opportunity she has. So then I found that I was the tired one but now she wanted to talk. We talked about her opportunity for a while, helping her make up her mind about how she would handle it. I love when she gets like this— her confidence builds and I don’t think there’s anything quite so sexy as a confident woman. She must have felt sexy too, because I dared to ask if I could go down on her and she said yes. It was so satisfying to taste her and sense her pleasure right away. I wanted it to go on all night but I had to be realistic. She was building up quickly. I teased her a little longer, hoping that this would heighten the climax when it finally came. It worked as I had hoped and pretty soon, I could feel her contractions around my finger as I massaged her inside. We had kids sleeping down the hall so she was careful to stay quiet. I kept up the pace with my tongue as her climax continued. As I withdrew, it became clear that she wasn’t done and she fingered herself furiously to one more panting orgasm. My heart was pounding with excitement. She reached out and stroked my cock through the thin fabric of my underwear. “I guess you want something too…” she said, “but you’ll fall asleep as soon as it’s done.” (This was true.) “I want to keep talking.” “So let’s keep talking,” I replied, “Mine can wait.” She almost always likes to reciprocate— it’s just engrained in her. But that night, she resisted. After a quick pee, she came back to bed and we continued to talk. It was a great feeling to not be exhausted from cumming, able to snuggle her and be present. Occasionally, she would gently stroke my cock, which stayed erect for a long time. I have come to enjoy the feeling of being erect— just having all that warm blood down there. When I was a regular masturbator, I had no appreciation for it— I just longed for the release. Now, it’s all about keeping things at a simmer. And I still slept well. We talked for a while and I massaged her arms in the dark. She still outlasted me, staying awake after I drifted off. I felt so satisfied, but it was all from getting her off and enjoying the closeness that OC is helping us to achieve. I love you, babe.

Thanks, I read the full thread with interest. Sounds like you're in a great place, just wondering if the discussion on using a cage ever went any further or is that completely out of the picture??

Thanks for the kind words. As for cages, we have talked about them. For my wife, they are just a bit too kinky. She definitely likes that I am staying chaste for her, but she expects me to be able to do it myself. I think about them from time to time, especially when reading a really compelling journal about couples who are mastering them. Then I’ll read another blog about chafing and blisters and I say, yeah, not for me. I sometimes think that maybe I should try one for a day or a weekend and see if anything changes. We’ll see. It’s already fun without it. Thanks for asking.

I have been reading your story. I wish that my wife and I could get to a similar place. I fantasize about being locked up, but when I am being realistic I know that what I most want is for my wife to take charge of my sexual pleasure/orgasms and to use that power to make me a better husband. Your experience provides a good role model. Thanks for sharing.

On the weekend, my wife stepped up her teasing with a new approach. We were in bed and I had just fallen asleep. She, however, was fully awake and feeling playful. Since she was in her fertile window that month, her scent and taste always hit me hard. She reached between her legs to gather plenty of scent on her fingers, then smeared this rich offering across my upper lip and under my nose. When I woke up, I was already rock-hard and wild with desire. I moved close to her, hands roaming everywhere. I pleaded for oral sex, but she denied me. "No," she teased playfully, "but I know it's driving you mad. I want you to masturbate while thinking about doing that instead." Lying on my back, I pulled down my underwear with a little help from her. As I stroked myself, she kissed my neck and dragged her fingers across my chest down toward my crotch, grazing just past my cock before finishing between my thighs. She kept this up the whole time, and I could still smell that scent on my lip. It wasn't long until I finished in my hand—the first time I'd reached an orgasm in months. It felt amazing! After all that buildup, she decided she didn't want to come herself. She just wanted to tease me and let me have the release I had been missing for a few nights. We cuddled before going back to sleep. I love how much fun she's having with this.

Last week, we were prepping for a week-long vacation while I caught up on work before packing. My wife came over and sat across from me, starting to flirt. Glancing upstairs at our son gaming, she suggested we head down to the basement laundry room so she could give me a blowjob if we hurried. "I'll meet you downstairs in a minute," she said, "unless you'd rather finish your emails." Naturally, I was there instantly. She was sitting on the bottom step checking her phone. "What took you so long?" she asked sarcastically. "Now come on and let's be quiet." She wasted no time opening my pants and dropping my underwear. My cock was already pretty hard, and with a few loving strokes from her, it stood at full attention. She bent at the waist to level her head with my crotch, then pulled up her dress to show off her cute panties before taking me into her mouth. God, I felt like I was in heaven! She used various techniques with her tongue and lips to bring me close to the peak. Then she said, "That's all for now," giggling as she withdrew with a wet pop. "You need to get your work done so we can pack." When I mentioned I had been really close to cumming, she reminded me that I'd once said I enjoyed being teased and that she remembered it well. "Maybe you should be careful what you wish for," she added. I kissed her passionately and thanked her for the attention. It turned out I didn't have long to wait. That evening after packing was done, we went to bed and she finished what she started, giving me a mind-blowing orgasm into her mouth. She had just started her period, so she wasn't interested in any return attention from me. We talked quietly in the dark about teasing and how much I enjoy letting her decide when I get to come. She's enjoying it too and likes my attentiveness while chaste. On vacation, she surprised me with another blowjob in our cabin while the kids were at the beach. She keeps me guessing so well; honestly thought it was a 50/50 chance she'd finish me, but she did. These incredible oral pleasures have been on my mind often. One thing about chastity is that my sexual fantasies are entirely focused on my wife. It's not that I didn't fantasize about her before chastity, but I used to add other women into the mix with some sort of threesome scenario. That never happens now; I just think about her. In fact, I'm more likely to picture another guy as part of the scene while she is being pleasured. After returning from vacation, I gave in to temptation and played with myself while she slept beside me. I was thinking about her going down on me. I meant to edge but went a bit too far and ended up ruining into my hand. I feel pretty bad about this; it breaks my streak of over six months without any "unauthorized" orgasm. The last time this happened, she guessed from changes in my behavior and made me feel like a horny teenager caught in the act! I've decided not to admit it just yet, but I'll likely tell her next time we're playing around. Since it was a ruined one, I still feel pretty needy for her. Hopefully, she won't be able to tell.

It's been a while since I last posted. I still visit the site most days, reading about other journeys and contemplating my own progress. It's been a good summer practicing orgasm control with my wife. She is growing to enjoy my frustration more and more. "I like bossing you around," she commented after recent playtime. She had just ordered me to jerk myself off into her hand, timing it to sync with her own climax as she fingered herself. It was her fifth time that evening; the first three came in rapid succession from my hands. Throughout our marriage, oral stimulation has given her the majority of her orgasms by far. But this summer, she has really taken a liking to me fingering her and giving sensual pelvic massages. This is extremely erotic for me too, especially when I have been retaining for a week or more. These massages start slowly with lots of attention to her thighs and groin muscles. I run my thumbs up and down the outside of her labia and massage her mound above her clit. Then I gently pinch her labia together and rhythmically massage her pussy in circles. At this point, she may begin moaning and encouraging me to continue. I ask if she would like an internal massage. Sometimes she denies this stage and I keep going on the outside. If she gives the go-ahead, I spread her labia and begin massaging the entrance to her vagina in circles. Her lubrication builds naturally here so I start exploring inside to find her g-spot. We can continue this way for several minutes without her urging me further. Eventually, I take my other hand to gently massage her inner labia and brush across her clit. She usually starts encouraging verbally at this point. I am learning then to proceed with one hand, stroking her g-spot with my middle finger while massaging her clit as quickly as possible with my thumb. Of course, I can't go quite as fast with the thumb as with fingers or tongue (the pace she is used to). But she seems to enjoy this new rhythm. Her orgasms seem to build more slowly and last a bit longer. After one or two like that, she always reaches down to finger herself for another climax. It looks incredibly hot from my front-row seat with a finger still inside her. There have been nights when she feels no urge to make me cum. She lets me snuggle her while gently stroking my turgid cock through the thin fabric of my underwear. Sometimes she even edges me and eventually stops all stimulation. It's hard to understand why I like this so much; I can lie awake for a while, horny as hell while she drifts off. I love those overwhelming feelings, feeling intoxicated with arousal. I want to cum but don't want an orgasm to abruptly end the sensation. But on that particular night, my wife wanted me to climax and told me exactly what to do with my hand. My orgasm, happening simultaneously with hers, was much more powerful than if I had done it alone. It felt like she was jerking me off. Definitely worth waiting seven days for. I could hear her telling me to hush so the kids wouldn't wake up; I couldn't control my sounds of pleasure. I hope we continue these sensual massages. I may need to turn up the furnace this Fall so the bedroom stays warm enough for her to relax and spread her legs. Last night, I gave her a long full-body massage ending with the pelvic area, but she made me "keep it professional," meaning no g-spot or clit work. But I still got a noseful of her scent which gave that delicious feeling of arousal. Eventually, I managed to get to sleep.

Not much to update lately. Just thought I would post a thought about feeling horny and trying not to be too annoying when she isn't in the mood for sex. After controlling orgasms for a week, I think I get a bit handsy. My best approach is channeling this into massage at bedtime or foot rubs on the couch while watching TV. She loves it. If I try to snuggle up in bed, she usually pushes me off because she isn't much of a snuggler when sleep time arrives. Sometimes she first strokes me to an erection as a tease before pushing me away. I'm definitely not complaining; that simmering arousal actually feels good. I just have to find ways to keep from becoming irritating with all my touches. On the weekend, we had a shower together but her period was starting and sex was far from her mind. She let me wash her which I love doing. After soaping up her breasts, she noticed I was getting a bit hard. "Come here," she sighed, pulling me close by grabbing my cock. She expertly jacked me off until I came into her hand. "Oh my God, thank you," I said. "You're welcome. I could tell you needed that." So I guess I was annoying but appreciated the release. To my surprise, I was just as horny again at bedtime. Having your orgasms controlled by your partner is pretty hot.

My wife has started a new job. There is another married couple who works there and the husband is a total chauvinistic pig. One day, there was an office conversation about how couples try to get each other in the mood for sex. The husband just bragged that he doesn't ask; he takes what he wants when he wants it. On another occasion, my wife showed me a group text from several people at work including both spouses; the husband had written that he wouldn't need marriage if he could find a way to fuck himself. My wife and I talked about our own relationship that night and how much we cherish each other. I felt so sad for the other wife, seeing her humiliated in front of others. I could never imagine doing that. We also discussed how the balance of control has shifted to my wife regarding sex, especially now since starting orgasm control. At bedtime, I massaged her temples to help her relax for sleep. She was lying on her back and I was kneeling over her. When finished, she drew up her knees and spread them, indicating she wanted a pelvic massage. I have written about these recently; they have become my favorite way to pleasure her. After thoroughly massaging her groin muscles, I gently worked on her pubic mound and outer labia. Then I spread her pink lips and moved to the inner ones, circling the vaginal entrance. She was so wet that I slowly penetrated with one finger and placed my thumb on her clit. Judging from her sounds, things were going well. I continued this rhythm; at a certain point, she opened her eyes, looked at me, and nodded encouragingly—a signal that her climax was near. I picked up the pace on her clit but it wasn't fast enough. She pointed to her tongue silently requesting I lick it. Of course, I bent down and tongued her vigorously. Soon she was convulsing with orgasm. Then I placed my thumb firmly on her clit moving very gently which triggered another small wave. As often happens, she reached down and fingered herself for one final climax. I love watching this! Afterward, we just smiled at each other. She glanced down to see my erection under the underwear and chuckled at this enthusiastic response to her pleasure. She stumbled to the bathroom, a bit "sex-drunk" as I like to say. She peed, cleaned up, and rubbed my still hard cock with a couple of strokes through the fabric. But she had no intention of getting me off. She kissed me, got back into bed, and peacefully drifted off. I felt so happy going to sleep that night. I love our marriage so much.

I am finding that orgasm control is causing me to savor our sexual experiences. Because orgasms are less frequent, I don't want to rush to the finish line; I want to enjoy each encounter fully. I also find that I don't need to cum to still experience a high level of satisfaction. Last weekend we finally managed a date night with the kids staying overnight at their grandparents'. My wife and I intended to have sex from the moment we planned it, and I enjoyed building excitement as the night approached. I booked a restaurant we wanted to try but kept the location secret until we were nearly there; teasing her about it was fun. I also suggested we dress up. I wore my newest suit and she chose a sexy dress with matching jewelry. She looked amazing and hot. The dinner was great and our conversation wonderful—uninterrupted by kids, work, or other stuff. We focused on each other and I felt very much in love like when we first dated. When we got home, we had liqueurs over ice in a bubble bath continuing our chat. My wife periodically rubbed her beautiful foot against my cock to bring me up to an erection then stopped and smiled coyly at my aroused state. I told her I wanted to take her to bed and make love for a change without rushing. I suggested a long erotic massage and seeing where it led; I wanted to worship her. She liked the idea so I left her in the bath while I prepared the bedroom: scented candle, massage oil, towels to protect the sheets, and tantric music. When she came in, she was pleasantly relaxed but excited to begin. She chose to lie on her stomach and I started right away massaging with the oil. I did some mild deep tissue work on her back and shoulders but mostly used light touches trailing along her skin finding erogenous zones like inside elbows and behind ears. Working down toward her butt, I teased between her cheeks. She purred with delight. So I whispered in her ear asking if I could massage her anus with the oil. She agreed and soon was moaning as I circled her rosebud slowly and gently. At one point she thought I was tonguing because I was going so softly. Despite my intention to stretch things out, my wife wanted more intensity. She lifted her hips up into a kneeling position and told me to reach under to finger her pussy and clit. How could I refuse when receiving such sexy orders? I obliged keeping the ass play with one hand while stroking her pussy with the other. After a while her periodic moans escalated into continuous wailing as she began climaxing intensely. She then begged for oral sex flipping onto her back saying I could continue with the asshole "if I want." Keeping momentum, I went down on her and finger-fucked more vigorously. In the end she had five orgasms mostly in rapid succession. It took some concentration not to ejaculate in my underwear which happens sometimes when retaining if she cums hard (The brain is such a big sexual organ isn't it?). After that, she wanted PIV so I took a moment to calm down. Lubed up and entered her very slowly as it can be painful for her at first. Once inside she moaned fingering her clit reaching her sixth and final orgasm just as I came. We lay there fully satisfied. We needed that date night so much!

The morning after our date night, my wife and I enjoyed breakfast in bed together. We reflected on the previous night’s sex and agreed it was one of our best encounters of recent memory. She seemed a bit incredulous about how much she enjoyed the anal play and she complimented me on my technique for making her climax so strong. I realize that this is really important for me: being able to give her toe-curling pleasure. It’s a lot more important than my own pleasure, if I am being honest. As we were talking, she began stroking my cock through my underwear and was pleased how quickly I became hard. She pulled my waistband down and began grasping me in her beautiful hand. “Do you want to cum?” she asked, “Or just a tease?” She is enjoying the teasing games and how much they fire me up. But I also know that we’re not that different when it comes to giving great orgasms. It makes her so happy to make me cum, especially when she knows that my only orgasms come with her. I also think she doesn’t quite understand the teasing… otherwise she wouldn’t ask if I wanted that… she would just keep me guessing. So of course I told her that I wanted to cum. With that, she started to go down on me and I was in heaven! She played around with different techniques with her tongue, her hand, and her lips. Having climaxed the night before, I lasted a while, and she also drew it out longer by changing up the pace and pressure. I told her when I was getting close so she could decide what to do. I was wondering if she might end this as a tease after all. Instead, she jacked me off into her hand, squeezing out every drop. I shuddered and cried out with abandon. Over the next few days, we flirted often with each other, recalling the date night. On Wednesday, I ended up working from home all day because I had some early calls and then it seemed pointless to go into the office. My wife was at work and called me and was surprised that I was home. When I asked her what she was up to, she said, “I am just finishing up something at my office, then I need to drop home to give you a quick blowjob and then back out to run some errands.” I said this sounded like a great plan! When she got home, I was in the kitchen about to pour a coffee and asked her if she wanted one. “What are you waiting for?” she said, “Get your cock out so I can suck you off. I am on a tight schedule.” She walked over to the stairs and sat down. I came over to her and stepped up onto a level that puts my cock right in her face. We have done blowjobs on the stairs many times and have worked out this comfortable position. She quickly unbuttoned my jeans and opened my belt. She pulled my throbbing and desperate cock out of my briefs. Wow! 2 blowjobs in 4 days… what a lucky man I am. Once again, she took me expertly into her mouth. She worked me with her lips and tongue, looking up into my eyes. I encouraged her with my words and moans. She took me out and extended her tongue, rubbing the underside of my cock on her tongue seductively. Then she… Stopped. She pulled my underwear back up and told me to button up. “But I am so horny,” I begged. “No, that’s it for now. Someone told me he liked teasing and I have to go out for my errands.” My brain was mush all afternoon, helped by her occasional flirty texts. This is getting so fun!

That is mind blowing. What a wife you have!!

Yes, she is amazing! After the aborted blowjob, I was distracted often. Each night at bedtime, I longed to be intimate with her. Life is busy these days and she was routinely tired and mostly wanted to get to sleep. But she is always happy to receive a massage for as long as I want to give it. I gladly take that option, rubbing her body while she purrs with pleasure and my cock swells in my briefs. A few days later, my body decided it was time for a release and I had a nocturnal emission. I recall my dream; I was lying in bed beside my wife at some unfamiliar location— a rustic lodge. I was trying to convince her to have sex. She was on her phone and not interested, but she told me she would be fine with me jerking off tonight if I would like. So I started jerking off and she just kept looking at her phone, completely disinterested. I don’t know if other guys find this hot, and I don’t know why I do, but there’s something erotic about the idea of being out of control while she’s completely deadpan. I woke up, having ejaculated in my sleep and realized I was spooning with her. I pulled away, worried that I had squirted cum onto her lovely ass. Fortunately I hadn’t and I quickly went to the bathroom to clean up. Geez, there is so much of it when I am retaining for a few days. I returned to our bedroom and put on some clean underwear. She was awake and asked me what I was doing. I explained about the dream and the emission. “Maybe you should wear those adult diapers,” she laughed, “By the time you wake up, they would probably be welded to your body.” “You mean from all the dried cum?” I smiled. “Yes,” she giggled, and then she made a comical motion of me spewing all over the place. “And I was going to finish that blowjob this morning. I guess I don’t need to bother. You have already spent your load.” She made a dramatic pouty face in mock sympathy. I hear about guys getting aroused by being humiliated and I always thought it was weird and not for me. But I think I get it. I am always a bit self-conscious about ejaculating too quickly. When she teases me about me losing control, it really pushes a button. For the next few nights, it has been back to bedtime massages and my desire is building up rather quickly. Last night, she decided to wear lingerie instead of her usual plaid nightie “to make the massage more interesting.” I massaged her groin muscles, daring to get close to her pussy. “I thought you were keeping it profesh,” she smiled. But she let me massage her labia. When I touched her clit, she arched her back and I knew she wanted me to finish her off. I fingered her to a quick orgasm while I kissed her neck. After she came, she felt my hard cock and smiled. After a pee, she got back into the plaid nightie and let me massage her ass and her back until she was ready to fall asleep. No mention of any reciprocation for me. I was so happy (horny too), but really happy.

My wife connected with an ex boyfriend on Facebook a while ago and the two of them sometimes exchange direct messages that can become quite flirty. I’ve been married to her for nearly 25 years, so her relationship with this guy was a long time ago. I don’t honestly feel threatened and I actually like that she has fond memories of that early romantic and sexy time with him. The other thing I like is that the attention she gets from her ex boyfriend gives her a boost of sexual confidence. She tries to make me jealous and she amps up the teasing. This week, they made an overture about swinging and she has been extra frisky. In the mornings, she pulls me close in bed to snuggle (unlike the nighttime, when she prefers lots of space in bed). This week, when she’s the big spoon, she likes to reach around and play with my cock until it gets fully erect. Then she stops and moves her hand to my abdomen. I wriggle my hips, wanting more but she just teases me. She will touch it again lightly and say, “you’re very excited!” And, “what would you like to do with this?” I tell her that I want to slide it into her exquisitely tight pussy. An inbreath of pretend shock. “I think you’ll have some competition for that!” she says, referring to her ex. Then she rolls me onto my back and hikes down my underwear. She takes just the tip of my cock into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it. I flex my hips upward to get more but she withdraws and soon stops entirely, restoring my underwear. “That’s all I want to give you right now,” she teases. Later at work, I keep thinking about what she did. I send her a text to tell her that I’m so distracted. Devil emoji and tongue emoji come back in return. At night, I massage her all over and she revels in it. She lets me spend lots of time on her ass and she purrs with delight. At the end of the massage, I ask to kiss her pussy. “Okay, but no tongue. Just a kiss” Her scent is intoxicating as I politely peck her on the labia. I wonder if she could start flirting with some more ex boyfriends… I am really enjoying the tease! Hopefully I can get her to give into her own urges and let me go down for some oral in the next couple of days…

Very hot developments, thanks... have you thought about suggesting some little fantasies about what her ex might do to her while you're looking helplessly on??

Not long after my last post, my wife *did* want me to go down on her. She doesn’t really ask for it because she knows I am crazy to do it. She has ways of making me pretty much beg for it. She was really wet and she tasted amazing. It wasn’t long before she got really worked up and started talking dirty, telling me to lick her clit. Since I hadn’t cum for about 10 days, I found myself getting pretty excited too and I started worrying that I might ejaculate in my pants, which has happened on occasion in situations like this. I tried to begin calming myself but at that moment, my wife moved her foot to my crotch and started stroking me through my pants. Her feet are one of the most erotic parts of her. That was it! I lost my load into my pants, gasping involuntary into her pussy. My wife soon had two rapid orgasms in succession and pushed me away as she became sensitive. She then turned her attention to my pleasure. I had no choice but to explain that I was done. She said she thought that might have happened, looking down at the wet patch and smiling with a mixture of smugness and flattery. In the days since then, I talked to her about ways we could practice extending my stamina, particularly edging. I read about other journal writers on this site who do a lot of edging. (Mr. Pickle stories have left a real impression on me.) She emphasized that she doesn’t really see my stamina as a problem. She would be much less satisfied if I took a long time to cum. She also remarked on how easily I achieve and sustain erections, which can be a problem for other guys my age. She loves how hard I get. And besides, she likes the idea of me losing control when I am with her. I also admitted again that I find it hot when she teases me about losing control. So pretty much every night and/or morning since then, she has been edging me while we cuddle. She is quite good at detecting how close I am. Sometimes she will ask me to tell her when I am close. Then she backs off. Sometimes she talks dirty. Sometimes she just talks about other stuff— upcoming plans for Christmas, what we are having for dinner, whatever. Then she giggles that I seem to be having a hard time focusing. We also had an overnight to a hotel without the kids. The first night, we were tired from the drive, so I massaged her for a long time instead of getting sexy. I was throbbing. In the morning, I went down on her. She goaded me, saying I was going to cum just from licking her pussy again. I managed to keep it together but her teasing words made it difficult. After she came, she had me jack off into my hand while she fingered herself to another orgasm. So hot. That was just two days ago, so my libido should have gone way down again. But she is back to edging me and I am stirring like crazy.

Eliminating masturbation and shifting the balance of control to my wife have been good changes for our sex life. She is getting close to menopause and she also feels negative about her body at this stage of life. Those things both contribute to a decreased libido, while mine remains high and even increased from a few years ago. But even if she doesn’t feel like having sex, she likes being able to wind me up and tease me without being concerned that things will go further. I can get instantly hard for her, which definitely boosts her confidence. Over the Christmas break from work, she teased my cock often, edging me under the covers at bedtime and in the morning. My throbbing member brings a smile to her face. The other thing that is happening lately is that I seem to have less control over my own climaxes. I seem to cum with very little stimulation and I have had several nocturnal emissions in the past few weeks. She likes this too and loves to tease me about how I have no control. In most areas of my life, I always have lots of self-control, so this contrast also heightens her feelings of sexuality and make her feel desirable. On the morning of New Year’s Eve, the kids were still sleeping and she told me to close the door and go down on her. She had just let me trim her bush the day before (another tease) and her pussy looked so cute. She quickly moaned as I tongues her and pretty soon I became aware that I was getting close to cumming. I shifted my position and slowed the pace to calm myself. But pretty soon, she was grinding her hips and moaning harder. Damn it. I lost my load in my underwear shortly before she climaxed under my tongue! My wife giggled at the mess and continues to make jokes about all the laundry I will have to do. In the days that followed, I dropped her and my daughter at a downtown mall to shop some post-Christmas sales. My wife was inspired to pick up a cute pair of pink panties at a lingerie shop. She told me that if I was good, she would wear them for her massage that night. Well, I guess I was good and she wore them while I rubbed her down. She was happy to let me spend lots of time on her ass as I slid my palms below the lacy fabric. In the night, I ejaculated in my sleep and cleaned up the mess in the morning. My wife was thrilled to hear about it and said, “I knew you couldn’t handle those panties!” I can’t wait to see them on her again.

After that nocturnal emission, the panties came out of the drawer again for another nightly massage time. My wife started feeling quite horny, judging by her clenching thighs while I worked around her ass. I dribbled some massage oil between her cheeks and started stimulating her asshole, getting immediate positive reactions. Pretty soon, she raised her hips off the mattress and gave me access to her pussy. I began fingering her with my other hand (no supplementary lubrication needed there) while still playing with her ass. Keeping up the circular motions on her clit while gently thrusting in and out of her ass took some concentration. (It’s like trying to rub circles around your stomach while patting your head.) But I managed to keep up my concentration long enough for her to have a muffled orgasm into the pillow. (The kids were still awake.) Her asshole was spasming like crazy, which I found very satisfying. Immediately after, she displaced my hand on her pussy with her own and fingered herself to two more orgasms in rapid succession. Wow. She stumbled to the bathroom and said something about how naughty I was. Then it was off to sleep with no touching for me. I actually enjoyed the simmering feeling of unsatisfied arousal while I went to sleep, especially hearing my wife sleeping peacefully beside me. By 10 days past my last orgasm, I was feeling pretty horny, stoked by frequent teases and edges from my wife. I took to massaging her every night. Last Friday, we had an evening bath together and afterwards I massaged her for a full 90 minutes. She was loving it and fell asleep a few times during the massage. I think I was erect for most of it, delighting in the sensuality of it. I had an irresistible urge to suck her toes, which she allowed and perhaps enjoyed. She slept very well that night. On Sunday, my wife shared a shower with me and lathered up my cock. While pressing her wet tits into my chest, she put her lips next to my ear and started jacking me off vigorously. I told her I was getting close and she said, “Then you had better get ready to catch your load. Come, baby.” My orgasm after abstaining for two weeks was amazing. I think that’s an optimal interval for me. I actually felt a bit light headed in the steamy shower and my wife was worried I would pass out. But I was okay and my heart rate returned to normal. In bed that night, my wife had to ask me for a massage and I put in a modest effort. “This always happens after you get to cum,” she said disappointedly. And it’s true. I will need a few days to get back to my previous level of enthusiasm.

"Just a quick note today. I need to write this because my mind keeps returning to it. My wife mentioned her Saturday masturbation session, which she thoroughly enjoyed while the house was empty and I was out with the kids. Her period had just ended, concluding several days where sex wasn't an option. My libido has been steadily recovering since that shower handjob a week ago. When she told me about masturbating, questions flooded my mind. Did she take her time or was it urgent? What was on her mind during the act? How many times did she climax? As part of the tease, she kept most details to herself. 'I think I had four,' she said casually, 'I used one of your new porn magazines. Very naughty of you for buying those.' Then she shifted topics to making dinner or something similar. What new porn magazines? I haven't jerked off in over two years… I don’t exactly buy pornography because if I do, I’ll surely relapse. When I was changing clothes later, I retrieved the box of smut we keep in the closet. I needed insight into her state of mind during her lady wank. There were a couple of magazines on top that must be what she had recently perused. They weren’t brand new but seemed to have been forgotten for some time. I thought I heard kids coming upstairs, so I quickly put the box back before I could see the images she might have used. Now that she’s satisfied, her desire has dropped to low levels. I tried initiating sex last night when she seemed restless. But she told me to channel that energy into a massage. 'Too bad you weren’t around to satisfy those needs yesterday,' she teased. She plays with my cock while we snuggle in bed, but only until it gets fully erect; then she holds back.

"Over two years into orgasm control, I’m discovering some unexpected things. On one hand, the self-control aspect is going well; I don’t jerk off at all and have trained myself to view it as a transgression. On the other hand, I’ve conditioned myself to associate orgasms solely with my wife’s touch. I struggle to control my excitement when she teases me, and when she takes me to climax, I can’t hold back for long. That reached a new level the other night. Lying on the couch after dinner, bored of TV, my wife suggested we go upstairs early for a massage and mentioned she’d like me to work on her groin. This is sometimes a fun tease because she lets me massage all around her mound and even her outer labia, but I can’t penetrate or approach the inner labia and clitoris without permission. We got down to it: her lying back with legs spread, me working down from her inner thighs. Her scent was intoxicating, and she held my gaze, fully aware of how aroused I was becoming. She hooked one leg to press her tiny foot into my crotch, checking if I was hard. Naturally, I was. 'Are you sure you can handle this?' she asked. I told her about my excitement when she described her recent 4-orgasm solo session. I said I was surprised not to have had a nocturnal emission since hearing it, given how constantly on my mind it has been. 'Really?' she replied. 'You think you’d wet the bed just from hearing me masturbate? You weren’t even there.' Then she paused. 'I wonder if I could make you cum just by watching me watch. Want to try that now? We could… I mean, if you want.' I nodded lustfully and my wife whispered for the lube from the cabinet. I fetched it and closed our bedroom door. She took a dollop of lube and began rubbing her clit and down through her labia. As agreed, I just watched. My clothes stayed on, hands away. My wife was feeling pretty damn sexy, putting on a porn star show: rubbing her pussy, making facial expressions to convey ecstasy—biting her lower lip, closing eyes, passing tongue across lips. Her finger made little circles around her clit. After squirming for a while, I asked if I could put a finger inside her. 'Can’t stand just watching? Yes, you may put ONE finger in.' She glanced at my crotch, smiling at my straining cock under the fabric. I lubed up and gently penetrated. It felt like a thousand degrees! I rubbed my finger against the vaginal walls; she threw her head back, closed eyes, and increased pace on her clit. Soon, she reached climax. Her whole body tensed and she writhed on the mattress. The kids were still awake, so she struggled to stay quiet, masking guttural moans with fake coughs. Her pussy spasmed around my finger like crazy. I felt my cock straining against the pants fabric but holding control—she hadn’t made me cum just from the visual. Maybe I have some control after all. Then she looked at my throbbing bulge and gave a stern, expectant stare, as if saying, 'C’mon, just get on with it.' No words were exchanged. That glance did it. Contractions began; my cock pulsed in the pants. A wet spot of cum gathered as I ejaculated uncontrollably. My wife watched and smiled at her victory. It turned her enough to go for another orgasm herself. She came quickly, strumming her clit and convulsing. I’ve been reflecting on it since; we are both amazed by her sexual power. This has never happened in our nearly 25 years of sex. My wife is totally charged up about it, sending dirty texts and flirting at every opportunity.

"I fell off the wagon recently. As an honor system guy, I find self-control regarding orgasms isn’t too hard to develop but also not that difficult to slip up on. A couple of weeks ago, my wife suggested I work from home one day and clear my calendar for mid-morning playtime. She made it quite clear a blowjob was in the cards. Needless to say, I was pretty excited about this prospect. As we lay down to sleep, feeling horny, I decided to edge myself a few times, fantasizing about my wife’s mouth around my cock. But I edged just too far and couldn’t stop the orgasm. I cleaned up my jizzed underwear and changed back to bed. My wife slept through all of this, thank goodness. In the morning, I didn’t say anything but felt ashamed for breaking my promise again. However, I also lost my desire for sex. Suddenly, I allowed colleagues to book a conference call during our playtime period. I texted upstairs that the stars weren't aligning for our session.. sad face, sorry. My wife was quite hurt by the rejection; she had been horny that morning and anticipating our time together. She told me I let her down. I didn’t own up to the ejaculation immediately but guilt bothered me through the day. By evening, I explained what happened and how it contributed to my lack of time for sex. My wife guessed correctly—she can usually tell. She teased me a lot that evening and the next day, calling me a 'wanking little boy' and saying I’d rather jack off than enjoy a blowjob or pussy. Within days, we did a redo of mid-morning playtime, and I gave her the most satisfying oral sex I could manage. After she came hard, she masturbated to another climax and ordered me to jack off into my hand so we could come together. It was hot and a solid redo of our time. Later that week, discussing work matters with my wife about how I used executive power as 'the boss' to force an outcome, she asked who my boss actually is and leaned in, cupping my crotch. "You are my boss," I conceded. 'That’s right,' she smiled, whispering in my ear. "And I decide when you get to cum." It’s one of the few times she has taken this assertive tone with me. She masturbates sometimes and usually dislikes having a double standard where I can’t jerk off but she can. When our playtime was canceled because I wasn't aroused, she seemed to understand that my masturbation is different and impacts our relationship more. She suggested we might need spankings if I can’t comply. The more I think about it, the more I believe I need her strength to prevent myself from falling off the wagon. Her humiliation through name-calling actually made me feel quite aroused, which surprised me. Also arousing was her expression of authority (authority I gave her at the start of this journey into orgasm control but seldom exercise). I plan to encourage her to be more possessive of my orgasms and check on me frequently to avoid transgressions. To make this work, we’ll need punishments too. Spanking might not work; I think I may like it too much, plus I know my wife is very non-violent. When she plays with spanking, she can’t seem strike hard enough. It ends up being more of a 'funishment.' I believe the best punishment is her withholding touch. I love when she edges me and strokes me to erection while we snuggle. The threat of losing that would greatly inspire staying on track. That might be all I need, but I also considered forced masturbation with having to consume my mess. I’m broaching greater enforcement this weekend and will provide an update.

"So my wife and I talked about that slip-up of mine. When she mentioned my sudden 'rejection' during our recent playtime, she wondered if it would have happened if I hadn't already come the night before. My answer was a definite no; being so horny and constantly thinking about her meant nothing could distract me. But after I ejaculated, that fire went out completely. This gave her fresh insight into how quickly my desire for her drops right after ejaculation. I also explained how much I cherish her teasing and touch, even when she knows they won't lead to a climax. If she wants to punish me, she should take these things away. Her touch means so much that it would really motivate me to keep 'my promise.' She likes this idea too. However, she's not keen on the cage because she enjoys seeing my erection and being able to make me hard whenever she wishes. I told her she'll need to check in with me more often to ensure I'm keeping up my end of the bargain. She agreed that works for her. We didn't delve into harsher punishments, but honestly, I don't think anything stronger than withholding her teasing is necessary. She's actually a natural tease. For the past few days, she's been at peak ovulation and has an intoxicating scent. She'll touch herself then pass those moistened fingers under my nose, rubbing her scent onto my nostrils and moustache. Yesterday before work, she did this, and I spent a distracted hour trying not to smell it every time I inhaled until it faded. Last night in bed, she repeated the ritual until I was practically begging to go down on her. She giggled, said no, grabbed my hard cock, and left me desperate. Last week, during her morning off, she texted me about masturbating twice that day, cumming three times in each session. When I got home, she gave me a devilish kiss while enjoying the obvious arousal on display. This week, she sports a cute new haircut—a short bob that frames her lovely face. She asked if I'd like to admire it while her head bobs up and down over my cock. As Mr. Pickle recently noted, there's nothing sexier than a woman who knows she is sexy. Confidence is definitely my kryptonite. We have an overnight hotel stay booked for 10 days from now. She keeps bringing up what she plans to do there. I'm fairly certain she intends to make me wait until then, but the teasing is intensifying.

"Nice progress, thanks. Regarding punishment...my wife is quite vanilla by nature, but she has started doing something to me that works well: a short, hard smack right on my dick and balls. Since it doesn't require much effort, it isn't one of those big 'showy' smacking sessions, but it gives me enough of a jolt which she seems to find quite amusing and enjoyable..."

"Two weekends ago brought a wonderful new development. March is my birthday month, and my wife had been asking what I wanted. Emboldened by our recent positive and sexy communication, I confessed that I wanted to take a dildo up the ass. She set a few conditions: she wanted me to select and buy my own dildo; she insisted on maximum cleanliness; and she didn't want us trying this at home with the kids around. No problem there since we had an overnight hotel date night coming up—a special deal booked months ago during the Omicron hotel slump. During the week of our date, I purchased the toy from a highly sex-positive adult boutique in my city. The young salesgirl helped me navigate the options, and I chose a moderately sized black one. It has realistic cock features: a circumcised head and some ridgy veins. I wasn't too keen on getting a replica dick because my wife had made concerned remarks about me wanting 'guys.' However, I have no issue with it; really, no interest in males at all. I just want to take it up the ass via my wife… not a big deal. I also invested in a high-quality silicone enema to ensure cleanliness. The date night was great overall. We had afternoon massages at the hotel spa and returned to our room to get ready for dinner. We even shared a 69 before heading down to eat. Dinner was perfect, filled with endless conversation, uninterrupted by kids or parents. Afterward, we were too tired to bring out the dildo, deciding instead to try it in the morning. The next day, I skipped the poor hotel coffee and went downstairs for a proper cup at the café along with some pastry. I gently woke my wife, and we enjoyed breakfast in bed. Knowing checkout was approaching fast, my wife told me to get my 'new equipment' ready. I headed to the bathroom, used the toilet, grabbed the enema bulb (applying a bit of soap to the insertion end), rinsed twice, and dried thoroughly. Then I returned to the bedroom and unwrapped the dildo. Holding it in my hand, it suddenly looked much larger than when I saw it in the store. As my wife noted, it was practically identical to her own cock in length but perhaps a bit thinner. "I'm not going to lie," I said, "I feel a little nervous." My wife smiled and took hold of it, looking like trouble in matching black lingerie. I lay on my back with legs pulled toward the headboard. I had fantasized about this happening face-to-face. "What are you doing?" she frowned. "I want you all fours." Just remembering that assertive tone makes me feel aroused right now. I complied, raising my butt high. My wife then coated the dildo in lube and began tracing circles around my asshole. It felt like heaven, and I started moaning uncontrollably. Despite having almost no experience with anal play (I recall a hand-sculpted zucchini she made for me back when we were dating), she was naturally talented at it. She spent several minutes just opening me up with gentle, shallow strokes. Gradually, she penetrated deeper, and it felt amazing—no doubt hitting my prostate. I told her I could handle more depth. "Listen," she said, "I am the one who decides how this goes!" In that moment, I felt quite powerless and enjoyed the surrender. I gripped the towel firmly as she fucked my ass rhythmically. Then she reached around to stroke my cock without losing her thrusting motion. What a feeling! My orgasm was building, so I asked her please to make it last just a bit longer. She released my cock but continued fucking me. I seem to recall her asking for more quietness, though my sounds came out involuntarily. Then she returned to stroking me, bringing back that impending climax feeling. At this point, there was no teasing—just dedicated strokes and relentless pounding with the dildo. When I finally came, it was one of my strongest ever. I could feel myself clenching the toy as the waves washed over me. My wife allowed a moment for me to catch my breath before handing me the toy for immediate cleaning. When I returned to the bedroom, she removed her lingerie and spread her legs, beckoning me down. I expressed gratitude in my favorite way, quickly bringing her to climax and watching her masturbate through a second one. We showered together and discussed the experience. I explained that the dildo is designed for use with a harness and can accommodate a bullet vibe to pleasure the woman wearing it. I asked if she would ever consider using it with a harness. She smiled slyly, saying she'd need to think about it. It's just a bit kinky for her at present. I won't pressure her but now so badly want to be pegged. I feel pretty confident she will be curious enough to try… she really liked administering that much pleasure.