Our 10th Anniversary | Part 2
Black cock craving and cuckold fantasy by Deni for ‘Samarel Eros’
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For the next several days, Shari fondled her husband’s penis whenever she awakened, but he was still asleep. She loved giving him a beautiful hard on as he slept, but pulled her hand back and feigned sleep when he started to awaken. She could tell how tortured he felt as he walked around with a swollen thickness in his PJs or underwear; it was even visible when he came down to breakfast fully dressed. She would kiss him fondly, rubbing her breasts, covered only with a sheer negligee, across his tummy, her nipples making their turgid presence known as she kissed him. Just before he left for work, she took delight in putting her hand on his bulge, squeezing it as she reminded him that he had promised not to have an orgasm until their anniversary.
The second night, he seemed to stay either hard or semi-hard all night, his prick often accidentally rubbing against her thigh or back, announcing his frustration.
That next morning, she commented on his very obvious erotic display, commenting that she was glad her mother wasn’t staying with them at the moment. He had groaned in answer. She had kissed him softly, her nearly naked abdomen pressed against his ballooned thickness.
“Oh god, baby, I am having such a hard time with this not-cumming promise. It’s only been two days, and I am going crazy! I am getting nothing done at work, since I have to redo it ten times to make sure I didn’t accidentally write ‘fuck’ or ‘cum’ or ‘orgasm’ or something like that right in the middle of a paragraph!” he had said in all seriousness.
“Just two more nights, baby, just two more nights, then it’s our anniversary and you get to live your fantasy!” she had chuckled back at him.
‘Not that it is easy for me,’ she thought to herself. ‘I’ve never been this turned on in my whole life! I am beginning to regret getting my darling hubby to agree to no orgasms until our anniversary. God, who would have ever thought I would have to dry myself even if I didn’t just go potty!’
On the eve of their anniversary, Shari decided to really push the envelope. She cooked dinner, then came to the table naked under her most sheer nightie. Her abdomen literally buzzed with pent-up excitement. Steve took one look at her and wailed in torment. “Oh God, you are fucking gorgeous and sexy! I have never felt so turned on in my whole life as I do right now!” he lamented.
“I have a big, thick dildo inside me right now, honey! I am just as turned on as you are! Want me to get a nice dildo and put it inside you?”
As Steve stood there staring at her, the front of his slacks turned dark with the seeping wetness of his seminal fluids.
Shari started to giggle as the dark, wet spot spread farther and farther down his crotch.
Steve looked down to see what she was looking at, then flushed red with shame.
“One more night, sweetheart, then our anniversary is here, and we can finally get ready to go out and fulfill our fantasies, baby,” she said softly as she looked wistfully at her beloved spouse’s reaction to seeing her so blatantly vulnerable and sexy.
It did not escape Steve’s attention that his wife, while dressed as if she were some blatant royal courtesan in a tale of the Arabian Nights, had said it was her fantasy too.
By the time he removed his trousers, the moist wetness of his excitement that was showing on the front of him had stained his crotch dark all the way to his knees.
When Steve came home from work that evening, Shari ordered Steve to strip in the front hallway. He was already semi-hard, obviously having thought about what was getting very close to transpiring as he drove home.
“Now go take a nice shower, baby. Then stay naked when you come back downstairs. I will have a surprise waiting for you,” Shari promised.
With a full-blown erection, Steve showered in record time. His penis was still intensely erect as he walked into their dining room. He could hear the TV in the living room. The news was on. Steve loved watching the news when he got home in the evening. He was trying to see what was on the news as he walked through the arch leading into the dining room; therefore, he didn’t see Shari and three of her friends sitting at the table.
Until he heard them gasp, then giggle. Shari was grinning from ear to ear. Two of the women were pointing at his waggling crotch as they giggled.
Steve tried to cover his privates, but Shari looked at him disapprovingly. “Let us all enjoy your nakedness, baby! Take your hands away.”
Steve did, only to be greeted by more giggles by the women.
Shari got up and took her husband’s hand. She introduced his bobbling penis to each of the women. Each of them laughingly shook his erect penis rather than his hand. Their touches seemed so familiar, so cool to the touch, so gentle.
Steve’s penis was pulsing in rhythm to his excited heartbeat. The women seemed mesmerized by its rhythmic motion.
One of them put her cupped hand under his little head and watched his wet eagerness drip into the palm of her hand. She then brought her hand to her mouth and dipped her tongue into the clear elixir.
She looked up at the other women, “No taste! Not like cummies at all!”
Shari looked at her husband. “We have formed a club to study and improve our oral sex skills, honey. So we would like to practice on you. Tonight. But we don’t want you to cum.
Remember, you can’t cum until tomorrow at the party. We want you to just get close while you teach us what feels best to you. OK?”
Steve looked at his wife. “You want me to get close but not cum?”
Shari nodded as she grinned.
Steve thought he would pass out in his excitement. ‘Four good-looking women sucking on my cock and I teach them how I like it best!’
“OK,” he agreed enthusiastically. “Who’s first?” His penis was now dripping continuously.
One of the women pulled her shirt over her head, removed her bra, and then knelt on the floor in front of him. Steve grinned at Shari, his unmistakable excitement obvious in his eyes.
Then the woman put her mouth around his penis.
Steve had never felt the mouth of a highly experienced cocksucker before.
He watched as one of her hands started caressing his testicles. He watched her face, her pink mouth as she did incredible things to his penis. His hips seemed to take on a life of their own. He involuntarily started plunging in and out of her mouth; he could feel a powerful trembling need building inside his lower abdomen. Steve began to feel as if he were going out of control.
Suddenly, the women stopped sucking, then swatted his balls.
Steve howled, though more in surprise than pain.
“He was getting really close to cumming!” the woman said, grinning at Shari, “I had to stop him.”
Steve was panting; his cock hurt; it was so hard. His precum was a solid trickle now. The poor man slumped over, resting on his hands on the tabletop.
Shari giggled. “How did it feel, baby?” she asked as she fondled his bum.
“Oh god baby! I cannot believe how good that felt! I was totally incapable of withdrawing from her mouth! It was like I was under her spell! I would have cum right in her mouth if she hadn’t stopped! WOW!”
Without warning, another mouth engulfed him, catching him by surprise. Steve moaned as he tried hard not to repeat his previous mistake. He failed. Again, he was quickly brought almost to the brink of orgasm when the woman mercifully pulled back and released his prick.
Steve was shaking violently now. His face was contorted in need.
Shari observed, “Maybe we should tie your poor pee-pee off till you calm down, honey. You look pretty turned on right now!” She squeezed his hard scrotum. “Your balls are all tight like they get just before you cum baby!”
Shari tightly wrapped her fist around the base of his shaft. He grew even harder, his prick aching in need. He watched his penis start turning purple.
The woman who had not yet sucked him slapped his hard-wrapped testicles. "Hey, I get my turn too!” she said, and plunged Steve’s meat into her mouth and began sucking. Her nose started to strike Shari’s hand and wrist.
The woman’s hand went to Steve’s clenching anus. She fondled his taint as stevie tried his hardest not to cum. Just as he felt as if his explosion would violate his promise to Shari, the woman pulled off and left him along. Shari was still tightly gripping the base of his purple prick. As he calmed, Shari let go.
Stevie yelled at the pain as his blood started to recirculate. He sat down, holding his cods in his hands. He slowly recomposed himself. “If one of you even touches my cock right now, I will explode! I’m going to go take a very cold shower,” stevie announced.
With that, the poor man got up and hurried from the dining room, his sweet, tight ass flexing as he escaped.
He heard the women tittering at his actions as he clambered up the stairs three at a time.
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