Orgasm denial
written by:
cptn_average

After five years of marriage our sex life fell into a seemingly endless rut. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't bad by any means, but the fire and craziness had slowly crept out of our routines. I thought it was at the very least satisfying. It took a two week business trip to open up both of our eyes to a whole new world of fun and crazy sex. During the first week of the trip our nightly conversations were very routine and boring. Then for some reason they took on a twist, with us talking about different things we'd do once I got back. We also started sexting during the day. By the time I got home Friday both of us were extremely horny and ready for just about anything. Let's just say we put the phone sex primer to good use and finally had a wild and crazy weekend of sex. As much as I hoped that would rekindle something between us, a part of me also figured everything would fall back into their old routine.

After dinner that following Monday night, my wife, Megan and I were relaxing and watching television. I had a beer in hand and she had a glass of wine. "Jack," she starts, putting the ball in motion, "Have you ever stumbled upon something only to find out you start fantasizing about that thing? Where you find yourself trying to think of different scenarios to act it out?"

Now I have no clue where she's going with this or what she's after. All I can tell is there's something on her mind and she's hesitant talking about this. Megan tends to be the more reserved one when it comes to anything sex related. She isn't a prude, just doesn't openly volunteer ideas. Like most people, Megan is a lot more open to trying new things when she's drunk and horny. Right now she's neither, so this is going to be interesting. "I can't say that I have, hun; although I'm not quite sure what you're talking about."

She takes a sip of wine to steady herself. "Well, I couldn't sleep one night after one of our talks so I started watching late night television and found something startling. I found a show that talked about different sexual fetishes and the part I caught was with several different women who talked about orgasm denial and edging." Megan paused, glancing at me for some sort of recognition of those terms.

I could only shrug my shoulders, "Sorry, I can guess, but don't know those terms.

Another bigger sip of wine before continuing. "Well, edging is basically getting yourself or someone else to the brink of orgasm, just before the point of no return and then stopping, leaving them frustrated."

"That sounds interesting."

"And denial, is, well, denial. Two women gave control over when they orgasm to someone else. One of them can only orgasm twice per year, once on their anniversary and the other on her birthday. The other woman has to do certain things to earn an orgasm.

"And this is something you want to try?"

"Yes, kind of, sort of, I'm not sure. The next day all I could think about was that woman being teased mercilessly for days or weeks only to be denied, begging for release. That got me thinking how it's more intense for me even when you only wait a few minutes before making me orgasm."

"I did notice that about you. If I time my pauses just right it drives you crazy."

Blushing, "What can I say? You know how to push my buttons just the right way."

"If you want to try it, I'm game." I tell her as the possibilities build in my head.

She nods her head, "I do." Leaning in to kiss me, "I'm getting wet at the thought of you teasing me like that."

My hand slides down my wife's body brushing across her mound. The heat radiates through her clothing. I smile. "Well, in that case." Letting my voice trail off as I kiss her. One hand cupping a breast while the other presses against her mound.

We frantically rip our clothes off as Megan straddles me right there on the couch and begins bouncing up and down along the length of my cock. I work her body over with my hands planting kisses where I can. My mind drifts to thoughts of how to work in teasing and denial, but I decide not to act on it. I don't have time either, between the beer, sex talk, and my wife wildly fucking me in the living room I didn't last long. My balls tightened as I came inside Megan, releasing an orgasm of her own. We calm down, collect our clothes and shuffle off to bed.

While we were too busy the next two days to talk further about this topic, it didn't stop my mind from trying to come up with different things to try. I kept coming back to how far Megan will let this go. All I could do was to wait and see and hope this wouldn't back fire on us somehow.

Thursday night was more relaxed and in an unspoken agreement tonight would be the night to start this adventure. We'd walk past each other and touch some part of the others body. Sometimes an arm or shoulder, other times it would an ass, or chest. Neither one of us touched a breast or crotch of the other. A hand would come close, but never quite end there. It went on like that for two hours before bed.

Megan and I stripped down and slid into bed naked. I reached out, puller her close and we began to kiss passionately. Our hands started to roam and caress each other's body. She pulled me closer and slid her legs apart slightly letting my leg rub against her sex. With all the touching going on earlier, it didn't take us long to get really worked up. Megan gets bold and wraps a hand around my cock hoping to entice me to go further. I oblige and slide my hand across her mound and pussy for a few minutes. Unfortunately for her, that's as far as I let it go that night as I pull back, give her a kiss on the cheek and roll over to fall asleep, "Good night, sexy."

All I get in response is frustrated grumbling.

Friday morning we wake up with a few minutes to spare and both horny as hell. We start kissing and I quickly roll Megan onto her back to start fucking her. I was torn between dragging it out and finishing quick. In the end I decided to not rush it and after a few minutes of thrusting a leisurely morning romp ended in orgasms for both of us. Satisfied, Megan and I got dressed and went to work for the day.

That night we went out to dinner, had a few drinks, flirted, and talked about anything but what we were doing sexually. Once back in the car on the way home, things got turned up a notch. Nothing too extreme or out of the ordinary, I touch her covered pussy and she rubs my cock through my shorts. Pulling into the garage and inside the house we start kissing and stripping the other's clothes.

Naked and excited I lay down on the kitchen floor and Megan mounts me, sliding my cock deep inside. She starts bouncing wildly along the length, excited that she's in control, Megan quickly pushes herself towards an orgasm. As her pussy clamps down on my cock milking it, I explode in my own release filling her up.

That Saturday we spent most of the day apart running errands. If one was home doing chores, chances were the other wasn't. Instead of going out, since it was a nice day, we decided to stay in and gill out for dinner. The alcohol began flowing early and we barely got through the meal before getting derailed. It didn't hurt that we both had had two drinks already.

I got up from the table and walked behind Megan. She hesitated taking another bite and I had my opening to start the fun. I began by reaching from behind her and fondling my wife's breasts while I kissed her neck. That ended dinner as Megan turned around to get into the action. Megan stood up and we started making out, breaking the kiss just long enough to strip off our clothes.

Turning Megan around, we walk towards a couch in the living room where I had her sit down. I followed her dropping to my knees between her open legs and began planting kisses in a circle around her pussy. The circles got smaller every other pass driving Megan wild until finally I dragged my tongue along her slit up to her engorged clit. I very slowly brought her up to the edge of an orgasm. Her hips were lifting up off the couch trying to help me find the right spot. The longer I took to help her over the ledge, the more begging and pleading Megan did in between moans and gasps for air. My face was covered with her juices.

Suddenly I leaned back pulling away from my wife who opened her eyes with a shock and lust in her pleading eyes. "I think we should clean up from dinner before we go any further." I declare with a grin on my face.

Surprisingly, Megan doesn't protest too much as we clean the kitchen up. As she's putting the last of the dishes away, I sit down on a kitchen chair to wait. Seeing me there, Megan walks over and straddles me, letting my hard cock rest between her engorged labia. With a hopeful grin on her face, she wraps her hands around the back of my head and in her sexiest, huskiest voice, "What should we do now?"

I kiss her deeply as I grab her sexy ass, "Well, I think we can have more fun."

We walk up to the bedroom, touching and grabbing the whole way. She starts to pull me close thinking and hoping that will be next followed by a thorough fucking. I let her kiss once before pulling away and grabbing a deck of cards I planted earlier on my dresser. "What's with the cards?" She asks curiously.

"Continuing our fun." I say simply. "Take a seat on the bed."

She hops up, sits in the middle. I sit in front of her shuffling the cards in front of her. "This should be a fun game to play. I'll flip over the cards one at a time. A black card and you pleasure yourself. A red card and both hands massage and pinch your breasts. A red joker means the game is over, but a black joker gives you an orgasm. Got it?"

"Yep. Like you said, should be fun."

I flip the first card over and it's red. Megan begins to finger herself. Unfortunately for her the next two are black so the hands dutifully move to her breasts. As we go through the deck I can see the frustration build in her face and body. Better or worse for Megan the longest streak of either color is four cards. We make it about three-quarters through the deck when I start to flip the card over and catch a glimpse of it. A smile briefly crosses my face as I show it to my wife. Her only response is a disgruntled, "Fuck me." As a joker looks up at us. Then after a brief pause, "No seriously, fuck me. I haven't been this horny in a long time. You could seriously do anything you want with me and I'll say yes."

"As tempting as that offer is, I was thinking a different game."

"Now what do I need to do." She grumbles.

"Close your eyes and put your hands behind your back."

I quickly grab her vibrator, blindfold, and scarf that I use to tie my wife's hands together. Then I slip the blindfold in place and help Megan lay down on her back. Finally I press the vibrator on low against her sensitive cunt. "Oh fuck!" She screams. "Such a fucking tease." Over the next few minutes I alternate the speed, pressure and time against her cunt. Pretty much anything to mess up her rhythm. That kept her on edge, but never enough to allow an orgasm. Mentally she wasn't a big fan of it, but her body was flush and covered with sweat as it kept twisting and turning under the toy.

Eventually I turned the vibrator off and set it to the side. I thought about freeing her right away, but instead began to kiss and caress her body as she came down to earth. When she seemed calm, I removed the scarf and blindfold. A part of me thought she was going to be pissed or try and jump me. Instead she kissed me tenderly, "Do I get to orgasm tomorrow?" She asks, wanting one answer but fearing the other.

"Yes. You definitely get to cum tomorrow."

With that we fall into a deep sleep.

The next morning Megan wakes me up with her lips wrapped around my cock. Once she realizes I'm awake, my wife looks up at me pleading that this will be the end of her frustration.

Unfortunately for her it isn't. "Oh my god, that feels amazing." I whisper.

She replaces her lips with her hand and continues to stroke me, "So...?"

"We will, sexy. You'll get your release. After some pancakes for breakfast."

Megan can only drop her head briefly in frustration. That spell quickly fades as she looks up at me, "What shall I wear?"

"A t-shirt."

She kisses me deeply before putting on a t-shirt and making breakfast. After a few minutes to let her get started I put on a t-shirt of my own and head to the kitchen. We talk about everything else while the last of the pancakes are on the griddle. I move closer to her so I'm a step or two behind my wife looking at that barely covered ass. Megan puts the last of the pancakes on a plate, turns the griddle off announcing, "Breakfast is ready."

Before Megan can turn around my hands are on her breasts as I kiss her neck and press my cock against her ass. A frustrated moan escapes Megan's lips as she rests her head against my shoulder. I spin us around so we're standing in front of a counter. One hand drops to her pussy and easily slips inside. "Don't tease me." She pleads between gasps of breath.

Instinctively my wife leans forward resting her hands on the counter, sticking her ass out and letting me slide my dick inside her. The thought of drawing it out passes through my head briefly, but after last night, I'm not sure either one of us could handle it. Instead I grab her shoulders and begin to slam into my wife's pussy. She quickly starts pushing back against me driving herself to an orgasm. Both our bodies were shaking and quivering from the pent up excitement. I didn't even get a chance to try and play with anything else on her body before my wife started screaming "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!"

Hearing those words I tried picking up the pace. Combined with her pussy milking my cock I erupted seconds after Megan pushing her further over the edge. Neither one of us had experienced a series of orgasms as powerful as these. Slowly we both come back down to earth and my flaccid cock slips from her cunt letting our combined juices leak out.

Megan turns around to give me a crushing hug and kiss. "Let's eat." she whispers.

We eat breakfast like that was a normal thing to do. After breakfast Megan and I take a long shower together taking turns washing the sweat from the other's body. The rest of the afternoon is spent working around the house.

I take a break mid-afternoon for a quick lunch. Megan notices and joins me, making sure she walks past me and squeezes my ass playfully. "So what did you think?"

She pauses. "Well, I really loved the ending. That was intense. In the middle of everything it was frustrating because I was so close for so long. In the end I wasn't sure what to expect or anything, but looking back it was fun."

"Good. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I wasn't quite sure how far to take it or what to do either."

Megan gives me a reassuring hug and kiss, "Nope. Don't worry. It's all good."

We finish our lunch and the rest of the day passed rather uneventful. The subject actually didn't come up until bedtime. Megan curled in to me as we were about to fall asleep and she began, "you know, I wouldn't mind taking it further, maybe more days, different things to play and tease me."

"I'd be willing to try. What are you thinking, until Friday night?"

"Yeah. That sounds good."

"Of course you'd be able to stop whenever you feel it's too much."

"I understand." She turns around, kisses me, before rolling back and falling asleep.

The next morning we wake up and start the day off with some playful kissing and touching. Nothing serious, just something fun to get the blood pumping. As we're getting dressed Megan keeps looking at me expectantly as though she's waiting for something. She is, but like her next orgasm, she'll have to wait for it. I wasn't planning to do anything right away.

Around lunchtime I sent her a text message, 'first task, while still in your office, take off your panties and put them in a desk drawer. Send photo when done." A little bit later I get the return photo text of her panties as requested. In the middle of the afternoon I sent Megan a second text, 'Bra comes off now, in the drawer, send a photo. You can bring them home in your bag.' Once again I get a photo of her bra and panties.

Megan got home before me and changed clothes. She was just finishing dinner when I walked in the door. I walk up behind her to grab her ass and fondle her breasts. She might have changed clothes, but the bra and panties stayed off. Before spinning Megan around for a brief kiss and then heading off to change my own clothes. Walking back into the kitchen Megan turns to greet me with a much more passionate kiss. I grab her ass pulling her body closer to me. Breaking the kiss she moans, "I've been so horny since lunch time. So turned on and naughty all at the same time."

"Take off your clothes." I whisper in her ear, "You won't need those the rest of the night."

Megan smiles as she removes her clothes. I quickly follow suit down to my boxers. "Let's eat." I quip.

We eat dinner and chat about random things. After it's cleaned up we both grab our usual drinks and watch some television. Megan sits by the door and over the course of the night I make multiple trips out of the room. Pretty much any excuse to touch a different part of her body each time. Nothing much, but enough to keep her going all night.

Eventually we head to bed. Once settled in Megan and I begin kissing, our hands running the length of the others' body. She begins to grab a little more, trying to bring my body closer to hers in the hopes of something more. "Anything you want to do?" She asks hopefully.

"I'd love a blowjob." She looks at me. "You asked."

Megan kisses me on the lips before planting a trail down my body making her way to my hard cock. Taking the tip into her mouth she swirls her tongue over and around the purple head for what seems like an eternity before sliding her lips down the shaft. She begins to bob up and down kissing and licking the entire length. Normally my wife doesn't care to give blowjobs and even then usually prefers to not swallow. Tonight she was a lot more enthusiastic in her efforts. Megan even changes things up taking my balls into her mouth for a few moments massaging them with her tongue. Once she returns to my cock, she wraps a hand around the base of my cock and begins to pump in unison with her head bobbing. Shortly after that I feel my balls tighten, "I'm cumming." I announce.

Megan only picks up the pace as I explode into her mouth. She expertly swallows every drop, gently kisses the tip and moves up my body. I pull her close and kiss her deeply, tongues entwining. I can taste myself on her tongue. Parting her legs slightly as she rolls onto her back, I'm presented with one more opportunity to fuck my wife. Instead I tell her what she doesn't want to hear, even if she knows it, "Not tonight sexy."

Frustrated, Megan groans in protest, but rolls the other way and falls asleep.

The next morning I start the day in earnest by fondling her breast and kissing the back of her neck. Instinctively Megan pushes her ass backwards against me. Except she happens to open her eyes and catch a glimpse of the time, "Fuck." She spits out, "I'm almost late. I need to get to work." And hurriedly gets ready and rushes out the door.

I think about having her do something like yesterday, but can't think of anything right now so settle for an 'I Love you, sexy' text. She sends me an 'I Love you too' response a short time later. On the way home an idea hits me and I stop at the local adult toy store and pick up a remote controlled butterfly vibrator. I open it up and put it in a bag in the backseat of Megan's car. That night is boring in just about every way. The only action are two brief kisses, one when I get home and the other when Megan goes to bed. I stay up a bit, letting her fall asleep and then go to bed and crash.

Wednesday morning is also boring with a good morning kiss followed by an ‘I'll see you later kiss' as we both walk out the door for work. I made sure Megan was well on her way to work before I sent the instructions for the day. 'Put the vibrator in the backseat on your clit before you walk into the building, but don't turn it on until I say so.'

Even though I didn't ask for a photo, I got one anyways of the butterfly nestled in place. Along with the photo is 'I have meetings in the conference room off and on all afternoon.' 'Would you be going back to your office in between?' 'Yes. All by myself.'

According to the package it will only turn on within range of the remote and I hope to test it out. As usual I send Megan a text before lunch. 'Drive to the sandwich shop down the street for lunch. Turn the remote to 2 and leave it in the car when you order and eat. You can turn it off when you walk back into the building.'

She sends me a text at noon, 'leaving for lunch. Vibe is on.' With a picture to show it. The next one I get from her is an hour later, 'Fuck. That's hot.' I'm back. Vibe is off.'

I smile to myself, time to turn things up a few notches. 'Before first meeting, turn vibe onto 1 and leave in office desk drawer. You can take it off when you leave work.' 'Yes. Fuck.' Is her response. It was very difficult to focus on my work and keep my hardon under control thinking about her predicament. At first it wasn't enough to do much of anything to my wife, but as the afternoon went on, each trip became that much more intense.

Once again I walk into the house as Megan is finishing dinner. I walk up behind her and start massaging her shoulders which are incredibly tight. She stops what she's doing briefly and lets her head lean back against me. "That feels great. Thank you."

I thought she'd bring up the afternoon's exercise during dinner, and too my surprise, we stayed true to form and talked about the more mundane things that happened. Apparently the stress was from the meetings themselves rather than what I did.

While watching television later that night, I glance over at Megan, "Would you like a massage?"

"Sure. I'm never going to turn one down. Let me go to the bathroom first."

I follow her out of the room and quickly light the candles I set up earlier and started warming the oil up. Megan had a smile on her face when she walked in the room that only got bigger when she noticed I was naked and hard. I slowly undress my wife and help her lay down on the bed.

From there I proceed to give my wife a very relaxing albeit sensual massage that only turned her on more and more the longer it went. Just to make matters worse, I avoided touching her breasts or pussy directly. Each time I got close Megan would moan softly. An hour later I finished the massage by rolling my wife onto her back and kissing her deeply pushing my tongue into her mouth. She returned my kiss and then some.

While we were kissing, I slid my fingers across her slit. Megan immediately turns her hips towards my fingers, trying to make me hit the right spot. I slip two fingers inside my wife and she lets out a husky moan between our lips. Slowly I start to finger fuck her. Megan start's thrusting and bucking her hips against my hand. I bring her towards an orgasm, but nowhere close before I pull my fingers out. Placing them at her lips she hungrily licks them clean.

I slide down Megan's body and lay between her spread legs. My tongue slides across every fold of her labia before finding her clit. Megan's moans and gasps fill the room as I repeatedly bring her to the edge of an orgasm, hold her there for several moments, only to be let down each time. I did that four or five times. Each one met with more begging and pleading than the one before it. Only after the sixth time did I pull away as Megan laid there in a pool of sweat, her body glistening in the candle light from the exertion, out of breath. I blow the candles out and kiss Megan good night before collapsing myself.

Thursday morning I wake Megan up by kissing her neck again. This time instead of cupping a breast, I press my hand against her mound with my fingers almost touching her clit. She stirs and begins to push back against me as a river of juices flow from her pussy. Shifting our bodies, I slide my cock into her in one fluid motion. A gasp escapes both our lips from the intensity of the week and finally feeling this connection.

Unfortunately for Megan, and me as well by now, I held myself deep and didn't thrust at all. She tried to buck her hips and slide along the length, but I held her hips still. At another time, this action and feeling would be gratifying as we moved sensually to a mutual climax. Instead this morning it was very frustrating to have me inside and no closer to an orgasm. After several minutes I pull out of my wife to yet another frustrated groan.

To make matters worse I follow her into the shower and help Megan wash her body, making sure to tease her just a little more. I get out before she does and start to dry off. "What do you have going on today?"

"Nothing much, thankfully." Should be a quiet day in the office catching up on paperwork." She replies.

I quickly walk back to the bedroom and pull out two sets of sexy lingerie to Megan to wear today. She walks in as usual, naked except for a towel on her head. "What are those for?"

"Your choices to wear under your skirt for the day. If you don't like those, you can always go without anything underneath." I quip.

Megan looks at her choices of a lace baby doll with matching thong or merry widow with v-string and garter. She slips on the baby doll followed by a much more reserved skirt and blouse. Looking at her you'd never know what was underneath. Which is part of the fun. We kiss briefly as we head to work. About noon I get a message from Megan. 'You are devious. And enjoying this way too much.' I respond, 'I am, very much. I don't think I'm the only one though.' The next message I get is just a smiley-face emoticon. It was hard for me to concentrate all day and I wasn't even the one wearing sexy clothes underneath.

Megan greets me with a big hug and kiss as I walk through the door. Our hands instantly go to the others' ass pulling us closer. I break the kiss long enough to remove the blouse and skirt letting them fall to the floor. She starts to remove my clothing but I stop her, instead turning my wife around to face away from me. I grab her hands and begin moving them to her chest. She happily takes over and begins to massage her breasts, pinching the nipples through the lingerie. I let her go for a few minutes while I kiss her neck before sliding my wife's hands down her body. Megan gets the hint and begins to pleasure herself through the sheer fabric. After a few moments she slides one hand underneath the thong pressing a finger inside. Her hips begin rocking and shortly after that her entire body got into it. I let Megan go on for a few moments while I play with her tits. Finally I pull her hands away to an audible groan. I lick her fingers clean as I spin my wife to face me. A quick kiss and it's on to dinner.

The rest of that night is pretty boring and uneventful. Megan and I eventually crawl into bed with little more than a quick kiss on the lips before falling asleep. Both of our dreams were filled with various for her release. How it happened took an interesting, but very enjoyable turn.