10 comments/ 35006 views/ 30 favorites Stung By Wasps By: Zhivago1917 Advice to all you men out there: if you start seeing wasps, run like hell. My name is Mike. I met Laurie in grad school -- I got an MBA, she got her JD. I got a job as the Chief Financial Officer at the real estate firm run by Laurie's best friend, Valerie. Laurie joined a big time litigation outfit in San Diego downtown, and developed a lucrative practice of representing female clients who wanted to sue their husbands for divorce. Our sex life in grad school was active but plain vanilla. Being a healthy American male, I wanted sex all the time. Laurie was quite the looker: nice tits, a round ass, a slim figure, and large blue eyes on a lovely face framed by a wild mane of long, blond hair. At first, Laurie loved nothing better than to have me pounding my cock into her pussy until we both exploded into orgasms. More and more, though, she expressed an increasing disgust of "all the goo and mess" that I pumped inside her. After we got married and were often both busy into the evening at work, sex slowly transitioned from plain vanilla to ice milk to shaved ice. It didn't help that the men Laurie came into contact with were her clients' lying, cheating husbands, and I often wondered if I had become associated in her mind with the "oppressor gender." Five years into our marriage, our sex life was down to almost zero, and the times we did make love were perfunctory and unsatisfying. Usually, 2-3 times a week I'd masturbate myself to an orgasm in the middle of the night just to get some relief. I don't know what Laurie did, if anything, for her jollies. We never talked about it. The New Year's Proposal It was New Year's Day morning, and over coffee at breakfast I broached my idea: "Laurie, we never make love any more. I know you aren't very interested, but here's an idea that takes little effort on your part, you get as much pleasure as you want, and you don't get 'messy.' Three times a week -- really as much as you want but let's start with three a week -- you just lay back, relax, and let me lick your pussy and clit to an orgasm. All you have to do is play with my cock a little bit those nights and once a week bring me to an orgasm with your hand. What do you say we try it for a week and see how we like it?" Laurie rolled her eyes, but then gave it a little thought and replied, "Let me get this straight: you eat me out three times a week..." "Or more if you want," I interjected. "...or more if I want. All I have to do is get you erect in return and once a week give you a chance to cum. Right?" "Right!" She thought for a long moment. Then, she got this devilish grin on her face that I had never seen before. "Okay, deal!" After that, she went back to her newspaper and coffee. But she kept that unsettling grin on her face for quite some time. There were wheels spinning in that devious mind of hers, and I can't say I was totally at ease with how the conversation had gone. But an hour later I had forgotten all about the details and all I focused on was that our sex life was finally going to go -- however slowly -- back in the right direction. Week One: Tuesday We agreed -- well, Laurie decided -- that we'd get together Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and that she'd get me off on Saturdays. So much for spontaneity. But, at least things were in motion. We retired a bit early on Tuesday night. I showered quickly first and crawled into bed naked as is my custom. Laurie emerged from the shower a bit later in only a nightie. Usually, she wears a tee shirt and panties to bed (she never liked the risqué stuff I bought her from Victoria's Secret), so this was indeed progress. "Okay, me first," she said matter-of-factly. She hiked her nightie, pointed at her pussy, and lay back on the bed. I sprawled on the bed between her legs, reached under her ass with my hands, and leaned in and started licking. She didn't respond at first, but after several minutes she hiked her legs over my shoulders, put her hands on the back of my head and started telling me what she liked. "Slow down." "Oh, yeah, more of that." "A little higher." Her pussy got wetter and wetter, her scent filled my nostrils, her hands pressed my head harder into her pussy, and she began to moan with the pleasure. Just as I thought my jaw would fall off, she suddenly cried out loud and shook violently from a shattering orgasm. As she did, her hands pressed my face in so hard against her pussy I could hardly breathe. I tried to raise my head but she just held me there, saying, "Just stay there a minute. I want to feel you there where you belong until I calm down. Feeling you trapped down there between my legs is such a turn on!" After what seemed like an eternity (but was probably only a matter of seconds), she let me go and sighed, "Oh, darling, that was nice, really nice. We've got to do that more often." "As often as you want!" Progress! I then lay back on the bed next to her and held her for a few minutes. I told her that it pleased me to see her enjoy it so much. She turned to me. "So, lie on your back, and let me play with you a bit." No argument here! I lay back, and she reached into a bedside drawer and took out a bottle of massage oil. She squirted a nice dose on my cock, and started to stroke it slowly up and down. Oh, man, it felt so good to have someone else touch my cock for once! I sighed and relaxed into the feeling. In no time, I got hard as a rock. "Well, darling, I see that you like this!" she laughed. After a few minutes, I could feel an orgasm beginning to build. I started to moan and breathe deeper. Just then, she stopped! "Well, I guess that does it for tonight." "But I was getting so close to cumming!" "Darling, we agreed that your chance to cum is on Saturdays. Tonight is just about getting you hard. You wouldn't want to ruin what we've started together by breaking the agreement on the first night, right? Now let's just spoon for awhile." She lay on her side facing away from me. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, my hands on her lovely tits, and my still lubed and rigid cock pressed into the crack in her ass. I felt so needy that I started to rock my pelvis, which made my cock slide up and down her crack. After a few delicious rocks, she whispered, "Now, darling, stop acting like a dog in heat and be a good boy and go to sleep." Sleep was not what I had in mind, but after quite a while I must have dropped off. Week One: Wednesday The next morning, I got up while Laurie was in the shower and made breakfast for the both of us before work. Now, you have to understand, this was probably a first for me. But I wanted to let her know how much I appreciated her and her willingness to re-energize our sex life. I figured that if I showed her more affection and attention, she'd give me more of what I wanted, which was sex! When she came into the kitchen, she laughed. "Wow, I get a guy hard and I get a free breakfast! I wonder what else I can get out of this new arrangement we have!" Once again, there was that devilish grin. "I'll have to give that some thought!" Week One: Thursday By Thursday night, I was get quite horny thinking about our upcoming session together. We had a light dinner out, and upon getting home, Laurie lit some candles in the bedroom, and declared that she was all tensed up from a tough divorce case and needed a massage. "But, first, a shower together!" No argument here! "Sounds great. Lead on." We got into the shower together, and right off Laurie gave me a passionate kiss while grinding her pussy into my groin. My cock sprang to attention as she disengaged from the embrace. "Well, darling, it looks like you are having fun already!" she giggled. She handed me the soap. "Do me first. I'm all sweaty, so don't miss an inch. Rub that soap all over my body." Who was I to argue? I soaped her up really good, and paid special attention to her fine tits and ass. Then I got down on my hands and knees and did her feet and lower legs. My face was right in front of her pussy. "Oooh, darling, I like you down there. It suits you. And it makes my pussy twitch!" She widened her stance to make her pussy and clit accessible. "I could use some loving right now. Lick me." She guided my tongue to her mound. She was clearly turned on, because it only took a few minutes to bring her to an orgasm. "Now, it's my turn to do you," she said, her eyes seemingly bright with something special in mind. Hey, maybe she was going to get me off! I sure needed it; I was horny beyond belief at this point. She soaped up my throbbing member, and began to stroke it with one hand while massaging my by then aching balls with the other. Within a minute or so I was feeling the orgasm beginning to build in my balls, but just when I was getting close, Laurie let go and started to wash my chest and arms. "Oh, dear, forgive me. I was so focused on playing with my new toy that I forgot all about getting you clean!" With that, she laughed, and washed me all over without touching my cock again. She washed my ass by reaching around my body and, by doing so, mashed her tits and front of her body against me. I almost came when she rubbed her hand in my crack and played with her finger in my anus for a second, while she ground her pelvis into my groin. Then, suddenly, she pulled away, and announced, "All done!" I was in a pretty bad state by the time we dried off and got back into the bedroom. Laurie grabbed the massage oil, squirted some onto her hands, and started to work on my proud member that was standing at attention. Oh, God, it felt so good. Once again, my orgasm started to boil up from my balls as I approached the point of no return. I don't know how Laurie could tell I was close, but she stopped and announced it was time for her massage. I dutifully massaged her front and back, paying particular attention to her ass cheeks in accord with instructions she guided me with. Now, I had assumed the massage was just the prelude to the evening, but was rudely disabused of that idea by Laurie. "I don't know what you're thinking, but we both got what we wanted in the shower, I played with you some more after, so we're done for the night." Then she smiled. "Unless, of course, I want another round. But for now, just spoon me." So once again, she laid facing away from me; I put my arms around her, and mashed my rock hard dick against the cleavage of her ass. We lay there a few minutes, and I thought she had fallen asleep. But she moved my upper arm down and guided my hand to her clit and indicated that I should start rubbing it. I was so turned on that, like Tuesday night, I started humping her ass cleavage with my throbbing, turgid cock in time with my ministrations. My cock slid up and down her ass smoothly. (She apparently had had this in mind when I massaged her.) She told me to speed up, and soon we were both wriggling and panting our way to massive orgasms. Just as I was working my way up to mine, she let out a sharp moan as she came hard. Only seconds away from my own, I continued to move my cock up and down her ass in almost a spastic movement. "Stop, darling." "Huh?" Just a bunch more strokes and I'd cum! "No, let me cum, please!" "Stop," she commanded with some force to her voice. "Stop right now. We have a deal and you've had your fun. Now just hold me for a while and let's go to sleep." So there I lay: my arms around my warm, sweet smelling wife; the air filled with the scent of her sex; and my whole body electrified by the sexual tension in my groin. My cock stayed rock hard and throbbed incessantly for quite some time. I don't think I slept much that night. Week One: Friday Friday morning I awoke to Laurie running her finger over my cock, which apparently had become -- or perhaps stayed -- erect during the night. "Good morning, darling! Your cock was so hard and inviting, I thought I'd just play with my new toy while you weren't using it," she giggled. "I'd like to use it in you! How about a quickie?" I interjected. "That's not our deal. Besides, it's time to get up and get ready to go to work." I was a wreck all day. I was short of sleep, my balls felt all backed up and ached, and I had this constant need for relief that was like an unsatisfied addiction. I could hardly think straight. That night, Laurie declined my offer to fool around, but asked me just spoon her as she went to sleep. I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her tits, and she wiggled her ass to mash it against my growing cock. In no time I was hard. "Well, I see you got what you wanted tonight," she murmured. "I guess that means you owe me an orgasm." Once again, I was left rock hard and throbbing, buzzing with need but also looking forward to getting relief tomorrow. Week One: Saturday Once again, I woke up to find Laurie playing with my cock. This time, she had applied lube and was slowly stroking it up and down. I was already rock hard. Realizing it was Saturday, I smiled brightly and moaned, "Oh, yeah, baby. Keep going, I really need you to make me cum right now!" "Well, I need some relief, too, darling, so just lay back and maybe we can both get what we want." With that, she swung her body around and straddled my chest so that she faced my cock. Then she proceeded to move back so her pussy was directly over my mouth. "Start licking, and I'll keep playing with you." I licked and sucked for all I was worth, while Laurie lay on my stomach in a 69 position and started licking and sucking me. Within a minute, she was getting really hot, and began shouting, "Faster... faster...oh yeah...right there, don't stop..." She forgot about my cock and began rocking her pelvis, grinding her pussy and clit into my face, and using my tongue and nose to stimulate her to a shattering orgasm. She then collapsed on top of me, her pussy just a few inches from my nose and her mouth just an inch from my raging member, her breathe raggedly breathing on it and keeping it rock hard. "Oh, God, I needed that." I was beside myself with a need to cum. "Laurie, its Saturday. Time for you to get me off. Please, please make me cum!" "Mike, I'm enjoying the afterglow right now, and all you can think of is getting off rather than letting me have my pleasure uninterrupted by your whining. Besides, you owed me an orgasm from last night. By my count, we are even, and I think I want to wait until later to have my Saturday orgasm. So why don't you get up and make us breakfast while I shower and I'll try to forget your selfishness this morning." Oh, man, this was not exactly what I had in mind a week ago. But I stumbled out of bed, balls feeling like lead and my cock stiff and bobbing about in the wind, and I threw on my bathrobe and padded down to the kitchen to start cooking. Over breakfast, Laurie announced that we were invited over to Valerie's for a barbeque by her pool. It was a warm day, so that sounded okay, although I was hoping to watch some football on TV. Maybe some time in the cool waters of a swimming pool would soothe my aching balls and distract me from this need to cum that plagued me like an itch I couldn't scratch. Now, let me fill you in on Valerie. She's got a nice figure, and is quite attractive, but she's a bit of an ice princess with -- in my non-professional opinion - anger issues towards men. We actually dated once -- in fact, I met Laurie through her. She had this air of superiority about her and seemed to expect me to behave more like a butler than a boyfriend. As a boss, she's the same way -- a bit, well, bossy. But she's professional and a good businesswoman, so I'm fine with it. One odd little detail that I only later discovered had some significance was the fact that she sported a tiny (the width of one's pinky fingernail) tattoo of a wasp beneath her right ear. I drove with Laurie over to Valerie's a bit after lunch. As soon as we were out of the driveway, Laurie reached over, unzipped my fly, pulled out my cock, and started stroking lightly. "I know how much you like this, so no sense in wasting idle time," she giggled. "Besides, when you finally blow it will make it feel even more incredible. See how considerate I am?" In no time I was having a hard time concentrating on the road. Just then, Valerie called my cell phone, and the car brought her voice up on the speaker. "Hi, Mike, I forgot to tell you that I'm also inviting over a new college intern we hired for the semester whose father is our most important client. I need you to be a perfect gentleman this afternoon, follow my orders, and make sure the intern has a good impression of us and of you. Can you do that, Mike?" "Yeah, sure, no problem. What's..." "Good, see you in a few minutes." Click. "Probably some over pampered kid with a sense of entitlement. Well, no problem. Hopefully he likes sports, and we can bond while watching a game while you two chat." Laurie let out a long laugh and kept stroking. By the time we turned onto Valerie's street, I was on the edge. Laurie stuffed my rock hard cock back into my shorts (no easy task), and giggled, "Remember, be a good boy this afternoon and follow orders." I calmed down as best I could as we rang the doorbell. Valerie opened the door, we all said our hellos, and she ushered us into the living room. "Mike and Laurie, this is Tiffany, the new intern I told you about." Now, I don't think my jaw actually dropped, but I did stare. Before me sitting on the couch was the sexiest female I'd ever seen. I mean, she was drop dead gorgeous. She had long, wavy black hair surrounding a model's face set off by two large, dark eyes. She wore a top that clearly was too small to contain a set of tits that had to be centerfold material and that revealed a slim, taut stomach, and her miniskirt revealed two very shapely, long legs. She stood up to greet us. She had to be nearly as tall as I was, with a cute shapely ass and legs that went on forever. She walked up to me, and I could smell her subtle, spicy perfume. She got up a bit close, shook my hand with both of hers, and -- with a smile that said 'I turn you on and you know I know it' - she said in a husky voice, "Nice to meet you, Mike. Val tells me you'll have a lot of hard things for me to work on. I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun this semester." She had emphasized the word 'hard', and the innuendo was not lost on any of us. It was not lost on my groin, which was on fire. My cock swelled once again and was causing my shorts to begin to be tented. There was one other thing about her. Like Valerie, she had this tiny tattoo of a wasp under her right ear. Odd, right? After more introductions and some small talk, Valerie proposed that we change into our bathing suits and meet out at the pool. In the guest room, Laurie chided me over my not fully concealed boner. "My God, Mike, you see some young co-ed and you are like some stallion in heat. Look at you. You're rock hard just fantasizing about her. Go take a cold shower or something before you put on your suit. If you embarrass me this afternoon, mister, you are in big trouble!" I went in to the shower, sprayed cold water on my groin, and managed to calm down enough to have it go flaccid before I put my (thank God) baggy suit on. My calm didn't last long, though. Laurie had already changed and gone out to the pool, so I found my way out to the pool area on my own. When I got there, my heart nearly stopped: not only was my attractive wife in a skimpy bikini I had never seen before, Tiffany was lying on a chaise lounge in what I can only describe as a minimalist attempt at a bikini, and she was sensuously rubbing suntan oil all over her tits and stomach. She saw me and gave me a knowing smile. "Oh, good. Mike, could you put some oil on my back?" She handed me the bottle and turned over on her stomach. I had all these conflicting thoughts: be a gentleman, don't disappoint Laurie, and make a good first impression. I also had this burning desire in my groin that had to be on the verge of catching my suit on fire, and the urge to bury my face in that delicious looking ass of Tiffany's. After only a second's hesitation, I started spreading the oil on her legs, ass, and back. Luckily, she was face down and couldn't see my hard on make a repeat appearance and tent my suit, although I swear she must have felt the white hot heat radiating from it like a bonfire. Stung By Wasps When I was done, I thought a dip to cool off might be timely, and told the ladies, "Well, I think I'll try the pool." "Not so fast, buster," called out Laurie, who gave me a look that I was in trouble. "Come over here and put some oil on my back, too." My wife flopped over, and I spent a few minutes applying oil to her back, massaging her muscles for good measure as I went. "How is that, madam?" I stated with mocking deference. "Adequate, slave, you may go." Her tone was humorous, and all three women cracked up over it. As I was preparing to finally dive into the pool, Valerie chimed in: "Mike, while you are up [was the pun intended?], why don't you go into the frig and get us all a glass of wine." I turned to look at her, and she had a shit eating grin on her face as she had her eyes on my bulging crotch. While she was enjoying the show, she didn't participate; she sat under an umbrella in a rather conservative two piece bathing suit, and didn't need any sunblock. Resigned to not being able to get into the pool just yet, I thought perhaps I could suppress the raging urges I had with several glasses of wine. But just as I was entering the house, I heard behind me from Laurie, "And Mike, none for you. You are going to be the designated driver tonight." I settled for some ice applied to my crotch when I was in the kitchen to at least cool down my hard on. I can't say it did much for my raging lust for Tiffany's body. I brought out the glasses of wine, distributed them around, and finally plunged in the pool to get away from all the stimulating eye candy and to cool my jets, as it were. I swam to the far end of the small pool and just stood against the side and relaxed. But my peace didn't last more than a few minutes. Tiffany got up and walked down the pool steps into the pool and strode right across to me. She walked right up to me and started to ask what I did and other questions about the business and what type of deals we were working on. She was clearly no bimbo; she knew her stuff and could think quickly on her feet. Me, I was just one step up from a drooling maniac as I kept looking at her magnificent, full, round tits floating at the waterline, her now wet suit revealing nipples that were large and erect. She exuded sexuality in her voice, her smile, her perfume, and the way she moved her body. Everything about her screamed "fuck me, baby, fuck me hard!" I was brought out of my reverie by Laurie, who, perhaps out of jealousy, called over, "Mike, darling, could you apply more oil to my back?" She then turned onto her stomach and proceeded to untie the straps to her suit. She lay fully naked on the chaise. "And take the time to rub it in nice and good, will you?" I got out of the pool, toweled myself off, and went to work. Once again, I massaged the oil in all over her backside, spending an inordinate amount of time kneading and stroking her beautiful ass. My cock felt ready to explode once again, and my hands were shaking a bit from sexual tension when I was done. I knew I had to get out of there or make a spectacle of myself, so I told the women I was going into the living room to watch the game. But Tiffany cut that plan short. She had returned to her chaise and was lying on her stomach, naked with her bikini discarded nearby, and asked, "Laurie, can I borrow your husband again? I need more oil on my backside, too." Laurie laughed, "Sure, be my guest! Mike, darling, help her out, won't you?" Once again, I applied oil all over her back, ass, and legs, and went to work. When I got to her ass, she moaned softly and said, "Oh, yeah, that feels good. Make sure you don't miss any spot. You wouldn't want me to show up at work tomorrow with a sunburned ass, now would you, Mike?" What I wanted at that moment was to lift her hips off the chaise, plunge my steel hard cock into her pussy from behind, and fuck her to exhaustion. But to keep myself from cumming, I put that out of my mind, and focused on trivial numbers connected to the game going on inside. What might the score be? What was the stadium attendance, the take, the number of hot dogs sold? I wondered if anyone was fucking in the stands. What if everybody was fucking in the stands? Oh, God, I was so horny, her ass was so fucking hot there all oiled up and shining in the sunlight, so smooth to my touch. "Oh, Mike," she cooed, "you are sooo good at that. Thank you." I got up and quickly marched toward to the slider to the living room, my whole body shaking with lust and my cock sticking out straight and throbbing beneath my suit. As I passed Laurie, I couldn't help seeing her 'I'll deal with you later, mister' stare. I guess I was in trouble. I managed to watch the last half of the game while the ladies chatted out by the pool, and gave my raging groin a chance to cool down. I was flipping channels after the game to find a movie -- any movie -- to watch to avoid the sexual tension waiting outside, when Valerie came in and said, "Mike, you are being a bit antisocial. Why don't you come outside and join us? Oh, and refill our wine glasses while you are at it." With that, she turned and walked back out to the pool. I got the wine, refilled the ladies glasses, and prepared to lie down and get some sun myself. But Laurie, still naked, turned over on her back and said, "Oh, good, you're back. Come over here and put some oil on my front." Mimicking Tiffany, she added, "I hear you are sooo good at that." The three women broke out into laughter. So I applied oil all over her and started spreading it around. When I got to her chest area, she said, "Mike, slow down. Massage me there awhile, especially my nipples. You wouldn't want me to show up in court tomorrow with burnt nipples, now, would you?" Again, the three women broke out in uncontrollable laughter. I did Laurie's legs next, leaving her pelvic area for last. When I got to her pussy area, Laurie instructed, "God, Mike, I'm so horny. Use your tongue on me, will you?" "Here?" I whispered. "Lick, damn it!" she practically shouted. Valerie and Tiffany were giggling uncontrollably by now. So I went down on her and gave her the tongue treatment. Within minutes she was moaning, and shortly thereafter came loudly. "Oh, I could get used to this!" she sighed as she basked in the afterglow. I got up and shot for the pool before anyone could see the effect of my ministrations on my throbbing member. But before I got more than a couple of steps, Tiffany asked, "Laurie, can I borrow your husband again? I could use the same treatment." She rolled over onto her back and gave me a view of her incredible body. "I really need some extra attention on my boobs, too," she giggled. Now, for the first time, I got a full unedited view of her tits. They were firm, full, easily 38DDs, and the nipples even in the hot sun stuck out like thimbles, ripe for sucking. I couldn't help myself. I applied oil all over, and started massaging Tiffany's breasts like they were bread dough to be kneaded. I played with her nipples, rubbing and tweaking them. I rubbed her firm, tight stomach. I rubbed the oil around the approaches to her bald pussy, but was careful not to get too close. After all, I wasn't supposed to be a gigolo here to bring her to an orgasm or anything. I then proceeded to rub oil on her legs and feet. When I was done, I turned away and headed once again towards the pool so she wouldn't see my rigid cock sticking out straight under my suit. "Mike, you are not finished. Come back." "Huh?" Tiffany pointed at her pussy. "You haven't finished my treatment. Lick me." I panicked. After all, I'd be going down on a coworker in front of my boss and another woman in front of my wife! "Tiffany, I don't think that would be at all...uhh...appropriate." Valerie chimed in, "Oh, go ahead for Chrissake. Besides," she added with a smirk, "that's what a man's tongue is for." I looked at my wife. "Might as well make yourself useful," she said with a shrug. Pointing to my bulging crotch, she added, "It's obvious to everyone that you are enjoying yourself!" All three women laughed uproariously. What was I getting myself into? Resigned to this bizarre situation of going down on the pussy of the absolute hottest woman I had ever met right in front of my wife and boss, I knelt down, and started licking and sucking her awaiting pussy and clit. She wrapped those long, luscious legs around my head, and increasingly guided my tongue by pushing my head around and giving me instructions. After only a few minutes, she screamed and came in a shattering orgasm, splashing her love juices all over my face. I stopped licking only to have her press my head back down and tell me to keep going. Over the next 15 minutes she had two more orgasms. Finally, she collapsed back and released me from her service. "Oh, God, I needed those. It's been so long," she sighed. "Thanks, Mike." "A long time?" said Valerie. "Gee, Tiffany, I thought you'd have all the male partners you'd ever need whenever you want." "Yeah, I usually do. Normally I have some guy over every night and have him bring me to a couple of orgasms before we go to sleep and again in the morning. But I've been so busy it's been...let's see...three days since my last orgasm. I don't know how was able to make it so long. Laurie, you are lucky to have a guy like Mike. You must have him servicing your needs day and night." Tiffany looked at me and added, "At least I would if I had him at my beck and call." Valerie interrupted the conversation and said, "Mike, why not get the grill ready for the steaks. And while you are at it, how about throwing the baked potatoes in the oven and make us a salad. We'd like dinner in an hour, okay? Oh, and our wine glasses need filling. We women need to talk." Well, the rest of the afternoon went along without the fireworks by the pool. By the time I had finished making dinner, the women had showered and changed. Tiffany, of course, would have looked smoking hot wrapped in burlap, and her outfit showed plenty of cleavage, but I was able to keep my little soldier at parade rest until we left for the evening. Laurie was quiet in the car. I wondered if she was angry with me. Not wanting to discuss the obvious, I skirted around the issue by asking, "What did you all talk about while I was making dinner?" "Oh, just the usual girl talk. You know: men, world domination, things like that." She giggled to herself. I just left it alone, and we drove home in silence. When we got home, I suggested that we go right to bed and "fool around." Laurie agreed, but ordered that we take a shower together first. I knew by now what that meant: I'd be teased a bit more before she brought me to my (badly needed) orgasm. When we got in, she told me to clasp my hands together behind my back and not let go or the evening was over. She then washed me all over, and then started in on my cock. For the longest time -- and I mean the longest time -- she stroked it slowly and massaged my balls. Somehow, she could tell when I was getting close and she backed off, keeping me close to the edge but in no danger of blowing my load. It was only when the hot water began to run out that she stopped and told me it was okay to unclasp my hands. I then washed her all over, my cock bobbing up and down and pressing against her belly when I reached around her. When we got into bed, she had me lay on my back, and she mounted my shoulders, facing me. She looked down and said, "Before we go any further, I need you to get me off so I can think straight." So I leaned my head in and went to work. She was obviously highly aroused already, because she came quickly. She got off me, lay down next to me, and, after applying some lube, started once again to stroke my still hard cock. "So darling," she said, "you are going to get your orgasm as we agreed, but I'd like to talk about a few things first." She continued to work me toward the edge. Huh? Talk? "Uhh, can't we talk after you get me off? I've been waiting all week, and today was an ordeal!" "Come off it, Mike, you were clearly enjoying every minute of it. You couldn't keep your eyes off Tiffany's boobs and you practically waved your stiff pecker around like a wind sock in the breeze. Don't tell me it was an ordeal, buster, it's not getting you any points!" She kept up the stroking. "Okay, okay, what do you want to talk about?" "I've been thinking we should add some terms to our agreement and formalize our new arrangement with a contract." She had me close to the edge now. It was getting hard to think clearly. All I could think about was relieving my aching balls and cumming a bucket load all over the place. "Terms? What new terms?" "Well, first I want it made clear that I can play with your cock or make love to you any way I want anytime I want, and ask for you to lick me or make love to me any way I want any time I want. Agreed?" I was so close to cumming now. "Sure, sure." "Second, only I get to play with your cock, and only I get to get you off. You don't. If you want your cock played with, you get me to do it." She kept me right on the edge, slowing her stroking when I was looking too desperate. At his point, I'd agree to anything. "Fine. Just get through with this and let me cum, okay?" "One more thing. If you break these rules, or if I find out you are fooling around with another woman, I will file for divorce. I'll take everything. You know as well as I do I have a reputation for leaving the man in the divorce case destitute and ruined." "Why all this heavy legal artillery all of a sudden?" "Let's just say I've seen today just how pliable you are in the hands of a hot bimbo with big tits." "Oh, come on Laurie, I'd never cheat on you." "Then agree to the terms." She held me right on the edge. I couldn't take this much longer! "Okay, agreed." "Good." She stopped stroking my cock. "Now, to seal the deal, and to allow you to back out if you want, you have a choice. Either I give you an orgasm now, and we go back to the way we were before, or you make a gesture of good faith by waiting until I type up a contract in the morning that we can both sign and I can notarize. If you want to wait and formalize our agreement, I'll have to tie you up to prevent any last minute hanky panky on your part between now and morning. I know that's an odd demand, but that's the way it will have to be." "Look, I'll agree to anything you want. Just please, please let me shoot now!" "Those are my terms. Take them or leave them." "What if I want to get off more often?" "I'll get you off any time you need to." Well, that was a relief, at least to my lust fogged brain. Sounded good enough to me. I could tough it out one more night. "Okay, I'll wait until morning." "Wonderful! Oh, I'm so glad you want this, too! Oh, darling, you make me so happy!" With that, she got up, took some old ties out of my closet, and proceeded to tie my arms to the headboard and my legs together, and then to the footboard. Then she lay down beside me and held me tightly, kissing me sweetly as she lay there. Of course, my cock was still hard, and my body was buzzing from all the stimulation that day. Every time I drifted off to sleep, visions of Tiffany's cleavage, or pussy, or ass, passed across my mind, keeping me incredibly horny and awake. Finally, I drifted off. But several times during the night I awoke to Laurie's hand slowly stroking my cock with a finger I don't even know if she was awake. Week Two: Sunday Needless to say, I got a terrible night's sleep, and woke up in the morning as horny and aching for relief as ever. I could hear the printer going and the smell of coffee, and yelled, "Honey, I'm awake! Please come and untie me!" Laurie came in, took one look at me and laughed. "Poor Mike, so helpless. Just the way I like a man." She proceeded to straddle my chest facing away from me, and lowered her pussy down onto my face. "Time to earn your orgasm, lover!" I indeed went to work, while she worked me back to the edge one more time, and practically drowned in her love juice when she came. Laurie then untied me and escorted me to the bathroom. "I'm not letting you out of my sight until you sign the contract." My peeing done and my teeth brushed, I went into the kitchen to find a typed twelve page contract complete with legal jargon and full of footnotes. Just looking at it gave me a headache. "Why does it have to be this long? What is all this stuff?" "It's more or less what we've discussed. Don't worry about the length; its mostly boilerplate. If you agree to what we discussed, just sign it and we can get to the fun part." She beamed a mischievous smile at me. I couldn't think straight. There was no way I could read and understand this thing while my groin was screaming at me to get relief. We had agreed, right? What harm could there be to signing? I took a pen and signed. Laurie got that unsettling devilish grin on her face again, as if she was the cat that ate the canary. "Splendid, darling!" She duly notarized my signature, and tucked the contract in her briefcase. "I'll just take this to the office tomorrow, make copies, and give you one tomorrow night. Well, that's done!" "Ahh...what about my orgasm?" "Oh, right. Forgot about that. Okay, let's go back to the bedroom so you can finally get what you deserve!" I ran up and flung myself up on the bed. Laurie came up behind, got out the ties again, and tied me up again. "Is this necessary?" "It's all part of the agreement, but I guess you didn't read it, did you?" she giggled. She applied lube to my cock and started to stroke it again. In no time I was right on the edge. She took me right up to the point of no return and then just stopped. "Don't stop! I'm right there!" "Shhhh. Just lie back and relax. You'll get what you deserve in no time." Laurie took me right to the point of no return again, and stopped again. She let me cool down a minute, then repeated the process. Again and again, she took me up, only to let me fall back. Finally, she kept going. I felt my cum boil up, my balls retract, and my orgasm rushed up like a wave approaching the shore. This was it. I was going to cum! Just then Laurie let go of my cock. I spasmed once, I spurted a minute amount of cum, but the rest of my orgasm fizzled and just a thin stream of cum dribbled down my cock. "Nooooo! Keep stroking!" I screamed. "Don't stop, oh please keep stroking!" I was in tears. I looked up at Laurie. She had a smirk on her face. "That was for being more attentive to that bimbo yesterday than you were to me. But be nice to me from now on and you'll get the real thing next time." My groin was still on fire. Yes, the nagging need to come had receded a bit, but I was still horny as hell and my balls still ached. I needed to come again soon. "God, after that, I'll need to cum again soon. How about tonight?" "Darling, what makes you think you get to decide when you can cum?" Well, we agreed last night that I could cum whenever I needed to." "Mike, the only reason men NEED to cum is to procreate. There is no biological NEED for you to cum. You just WANT to cum." "Well, I need to come again before this Saturday. I won't be able to last that long." "What do you mean, 'this Saturday?'" "That's my next scheduled time to come. This Saturday." "No, darling, you get to come once a week. This is Sunday. You've just cum for this week. Your next chance to cum is a week from Saturday. You gave up last week's chance. That was your gesture of good faith. I thought all this was self-evident from our conversation last night. Anyway, it's all there in the contract." "Oh, and Mike, remember that the contract specifies that only I can give you release. Masturbating is out, and I'll be able to tell if you violate the terms of our contract. And we both know what would happen if you did." Stung By Wasps This revival of our sex life was definitely not going the way I had planned... Laurie spent much of Sunday afternoon going out to brunch with Valerie, while I spent mine over at a friend's with the guys watching the football playoff game. I was probably somewhat distant from my friends, and I honestly don't remember (and don't care) who won the game, since I was consumed by both a raging level of horniness and an aching need to cum and also a lot of confusion and anger (mostly at myself) for getting myself into this position in the first place. I mean, all I wanted was to have some fun with Laurie and get my rocks off once a week with her. Granted, we spend a LOT more time in bed, but it's all about me getting her off repeatedly while she teases and torments me and shortchanges me in terms of frequency and quality of my orgasms. And worst of all, I signed a contract without reading it that allows this arrangement to continue, and there's nothing I can do about it. By the time I got back, Laurie had already returned and was sitting in the living room waiting for me. "Hi, darling, come on over here and drop your pants." "What? Not even a 'How was your time with the guys, or anything?'" Laurie got up, came over, put her arms around me and kissed me passionately for an extended period of time. Then she pulled back and asked, "I've been a little bitchy, haven't I? I didn't know how to navigate that one. "Well, maybe just a wee bit," I offered. "I'll admit I was angry over your spectacle with Tiffany yesterday, but Valerie straightened me out. She convinced me that you thought you were just doing your job to make her feel welcome at the company. She said it was nothing personal, just business. I feel bad about the way I treated you afterwards. I want to make it up to you, so let's have some fun. You pull down your pants and let me inspect to make sure you haven't broken our agreement, and I'll give you a treat to make up for my bitchiness this morning. Okay, my love?" "That sounds wonderful," said I as I unzipped my pants and dropped trousers and underpants to my ankles. My anger melted as my mind focused on getting the proper release that I was shortchanged on this morning. "Hands clasped behind your back," she said. Laurie picked up a bottle of lube, poured some out in her hands, and proceeded to rub the stuff all over my cock and balls. Then she started stroking slowly. In no time, my cock was as rigid as a steel bar and pointing up at a 45 degree angle. "Well, I can see you've kept our agreement. Your balls feel so full and your cock got hard very fast. You've been a good boy, and you now deserve your treat." With that, she massaged my balls and stroked my cock faster and in no time brought me close to cumming. But she prolonged it by slowing way down just as I was reaching the brink. "Oh, God, Laurie, don't stop, don't stop!" "Do you like it? Does it feel good, darling?" "Oh, yes, I love it, keep going, please!" "Sure, darling. This is for your desire. This is for your pleasure. Just close your eyes and lose yourself in the deliciousness of it. Feel the pressure in your balls beginning to build," she said as she sped up her stroking again. "Feel the cum boiling up from your balls, just aching, demanding to explode out and all over the room." She had me on the very edge of cumming now. "Oh, God, faster, I'm going to cum!" I shouted. Just then, she squeezed my balls hard with one hand and let go her other. "All done!" "Nooooo!!! Why did you stop? I thought you were going to let me cum!" I was shaking with need, my mind was going mad with frustration, and my nuts felt like two cannon balls. "Why darling, what on Earth gave you that idea?" she asked, barely able to contain her laughter. "You said I you were going to give me a treat to make up for being bitchy this morning. I thought naturally you were going to give me a nice, fulfilling orgasm!" I shouted. "Mike, I said I'd give you a treat. You said you like me to stroke your cock, that you enjoy that. I just thought that I'd give you that little gift of love to make up for my attitude earlier. I never said anything about letting you cum." She gave me a 'gotcha again!' smirk. "Now I'm going to take a bath. I'll expect dinner to be ready when I get out." I groaned. This was NOT going well. "And, Mike, for heaven's sake pull your pants back up. You look awfully silly." She laughed uproariously and headed towards the bathroom. Week Two: Monday I drove into work bleary eyed from lack of sleep, two balls that ached like they had been hit with a hammer, and a big, desperate, nagging need to cum. It was clear that Laurie was getting off on all of this in a big way. In bed the night before she straddled my face and had me lick her to three orgasms as she licked my hard cock to frustration's end. Several times during the night I woke up to her stroking my hard cock right to the edge before she rolled over to go back to sleep. And this morning we had what was becoming our usual morning routine: me waking up to her stroking, a shower together with more teasing and tormenting of my cock, and me licking her to another couple of orgasms before, during, and/or after the shower. This morning, she rode my face after our shower and came while rubbing her clit across my nose and extended tongue. She said she wanted to mark me with her scent to let every other woman know who I belonged to, and that I was not to wash it off all day. Valerie stopped by my office early and said, "You made a great first impression on Tiffany yesterday, and she feels very welcome here. I want you to keep up the good work and do everything you can to make her time with us pleasurable. As I said Saturday, her father is our biggest client, and you need to do everything you can to get her to have a favorable view of you, and, therefore, us. Oh, by the way, I booked lunch for the two of you, so you could get to know each other and go over a few things." I groaned inwardly; I had forgotten about Tiffany, and didn't need the sexual tension her presence created. On the other hand, my cock hardened at the memory of her full, oiled tits shining in the sun, her perfect body, the scent of her pussy, and her overall sensuousness. My balls began to ache again as if to call her name. It was hard not to fantasize about connecting those two dots; i.e., plunging my rock hard, desperate cock into her warm, wet pussy and exploding deep inside her and releasing what felt like a gallon of stored up cum. I managed to put Tiffany out of my mind after a while and settled down to preparing the yearend financial statements for the Board of Directors. At 11:45 she showed up at my office door and said, "Hi, Mike, it's so kind of you to take me to lunch today. I'm ready to go whenever you are." My cock twitched and swelled. She was dressed in a pair of tight but professional slacks and a button down cashmere sweater that hid her cleavage but accentuated her impressive superstructure. She wore perfume that ensnared and captivated. As I got up to leave with her, I had to put my hands in my pockets to hide the bulge that I hoped was not too obvious. It was a warm day, and we got a table outside. I loosened my tie and unbuttoned the top button of my shirt. Tiffany took that as a cue and proceeded to take off her sweater. Underneath was a tight tank top that covered her breasts only just past her nipples. Her exposed cleavage was mesmerizing; I just wanted to stare, and stare, and get lost down there between those soft, round, delicious tits. "Sir? Sir, would you like something to drink? Something from the bar?" A waitress was trying to get my attention. How long had I been staring? "Uhh, uhh, some iced tea, please. Tiffany, do you want anything?" I offered. "I already ordered a glass of wine," she replied, and both she and the waitress laughed. The waitress left and Tiffany continued as she cupped the underside of her bra through her tank top, "Oh, Mike, you really like these, don't you? I can tell they get you all hot and bothered. Let me tell you a secret: knowing I get you all horny turns me on." She slid her hand under the table and reached over and started rubbing my hard cock through my pants. As she did so, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "My pussy is all wet just thinking about it. I think we need to find a solution to both our problems. What do you think?" Well, you can imagine I was of two minds. Three minds, actually. On one hand, I am a married man, and also a person of supervisory rank in the company. It would be an act of infidelity to my wife and potentially an act of sexual misconduct to take this any further. On the other hand, this vixen was the daughter of our most important client, and I didn't want to put her off too undiplomatically. And lastly, here was the hottest woman I had ever met, and she was coming on to me like a locomotive. With great effort, I pulled my mind together, and said, "Tiffany, of course I find you attractive. Any red blooded American male would. I apologize for gawking at your, uhh, breasts, just then. It was unprofessional of me. It would be totally inappropriate for you and me to have a relationship other than a professional one. Besides, I am married, as you know. Now let's enjoy our lunch and forget about what just transpired, okay?" Tiffany gave me a smirk that was at once skeptical and knowing. "Okay, Mike, you win. For now, anyway. But when a lady is in distress, a gentleman should find a way to come to her rescue." She giggled at that. The rest of the lunch was normal, if you could describe as normal a situation in which I tried to not stare at that cleavage, especially when Tiffany reached around with her arms and pulled her hair back as she sat up straight, as she did several times. Shortly after I got back to the office, Valerie came in and shut the door. "Mike, what's gotten into you? I asked Tiffany how the lunch went, and she said the two of you had an argument, that you had let her down about something. I ask you to make her experience here pleasurable, and this happens?" "Look, Valerie, she came on..." "Mike, don't bore me with the details. Here's the bottom line. You get back on this young woman's good side pronto. I don't care what it takes, just get it done. Don't screw up. Understand?" "Yeah, sure Valerie. Don't worry." "Good." With that, she stormed out. Late that afternoon, after most people had left for the day and just when I was about to leave, Tiffany came into my office and closed the door. I noticed she just had her tank top on. Apparently the sweater had been left behind somewhere. "Mike, I need you to help me with something," she said as she came around the side of my desk. "Ah, sure, Tiffany, what is it?" Tiffany came up to me as I sat in my chair, and, before I could react, spun me around to face her. She then climbed onto my lap with her legs straddling my thighs. This brought her luscious boobs within inches of my face. "My nipples are swollen and ache, and they need to be sucked." With that, she took off her tank top, unhooked the bra in front, and freed those golden orbs of hers. "Suck them, Mike. You want to, you know you do." I began to protest, but she put a finger to my lips and whispered, "Now, Mike, you heard the boss lady: make my experience here pleasurable; do whatever it takes; just get the job done; don't screw up. Your job right now is to give me pleasure." She was in control now, and she knew it. Her intoxicating perfume enveloped me, and the heat coming off her body drove me mad with desire. Whatever it took, right? Just get the job done, right? Don't screw up, right? I plunged in and took her left breast into my mouth, teased her nipple with my tongue, and sucked on it. Meanwhile, I grabbed both tits with my hands and started massaging them. "Oh, Mike, that feels so good. Keep rubbing and sucking them." With that, she reached down and started rubbing my once again hard cock through my pants. After a few minutes we were both moaning softly. I was close to exploding in my pants when Tiffany pulled her hand away and thrust it down inside her own pants. "Oh, God, Mike, keep sucking my breasts!" she whispered as she started getting herself off. Within a few more minutes she tensed up and shuddered as she came. Out of breath, she leaned into me with her boobs pressed into my face. "I always get my man, Mike, remember that. Never argue with a pair of 38s." With that, she gave me a satisfied smirk, kissed me on the lips, got up, put her clothes back on, opened the door, and walked out like a conquering heroine, once again leaving me with a rock hard dick and a bad case of blue balls. I arrived home an hour later still a bit disheveled and badly in need of sexual relief. I knew I probably wasn't going to get some tonight. When I walked into the living room Laurie was sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand. She took one look at me and declared, "Gee, darling, you look like a mess. Hard day at the office?" She giggled as she emphasized the word 'hard.' "Come on over for your inspection. And, darling, from now on, I'd like you to be naked in the house at all times. I like looking at your stiff cock waving about, and it makes it that much easier for me to give you the treats you like so much. Aren't I considerate?" She laughed and gave me a devilish grin. "Naked? Laurie, come on..." "The contract, Mike. Remember the contract." Defeated, I stripped and went over to her. She instructed me to put my hands above my head while she did her "inspection." "Oh, Mike, these balls are so full, so swollen. Do they hurt, do they ache? Oh, darling, let me make them feel better." She applied some lube and proceeded to stroke me slowly. "Wow, your cock really likes this! Feels good, doesn't it? Now, be a good boy and keep your hands on your head while I make you feel all better." She expertly brought me to the edge and kept me there for what must have been 15 minutes. I began to moan, and then groan, and then pleaded with her to let me cum. By the time she finished with me, I was begging her to let me cum, promising to do anything if she only would give me an orgasm. After what seemed like an eternity, she stopped and declared, "There, darling, all better!" I was sweating, shaking like a leaf with frustration and need to cum, and on the verge of tears from knowing I wouldn't be allowed to. I knew I couldn't take this anymore. I decided then and there that at the first opportunity, I'd jerk off and suffer the consequences whatever they might be. I simply could not go on leading my life like this. Laurie then said, "Okay, now turn around and put your hands behind your back." I was beyond thinking and lost in my own need and decision to end this game. Without giving it a thought, I followed her instructions. Then I felt cold steel wrapped around my wrists, and two loud clicks. That snapped me out of my stupor. "Hey, what's going on?" I demanded. "Oh, darling, I can see how conflicted you are. I know how much you love being played with. Your rigid, swollen, pulsating cock tells me that. But I also know how childish boys can get. I just want to protect you from the childish temptation to take matters in your own hand and ruin the pleasure I give you and breaching our agreement by jerking yourself off. So, from now on you will be handcuffed whenever I can't supervise you. Now, thank me for looking after your best interest by kneeling down here and licking me to a couple of orgasms." This was definitely not going well at all... Laurie ended up keeping me handcuffed all evening except while we were at the dinner table. After dinner, we watched some raunchy comedy movie about couples going to a retreat on a tropical island and getting involved in affairs with the instructors and each other. When I wasn't on my knees licking and sucking Laurie to powerful orgasms, she was playing with my cock and balls. It was two hours of sheer torture for me. Afterwards, she uncuffed me, and we took a shower together. We soaped each other up, and, of course, Laurie spent plenty of time "washing" my cock and balls. When we got into bed, she was too tired for any more action, so she had me spoon her. We fell asleep with my raging cock nestled in the crevice between her lovely ass cheeks. Week Two: Tuesday Tuesday with Laurie was much the same: she teased and tormented my poor cock and balls morning and evening, and I licked her orgasms multiple times. She smiled and giggled frequently. Me, I groaned and begged while feeling like I was going insane with need and while I ached with what felt like two cannon balls weighing down my scrotum. At least Tiffany was at her college that day, so I could cool down a bit on the job and get some work done. When I got to my office, Valerie stopped by, and said, "I just got a call from Tiffany's father about the deal we are thinking of doing. He mentioned in passing that he had talked to Tiffany last night, and she had glowing things to say about us and about you. I don't know what you did to get back on her good side, but keep doing it. Whatever it takes, okay?" Week Two: Wednesday Wednesday started out much the same. Laurie worked my cock and balls over thoroughly before I left for work, so I spent the morning distracted and thinking constantly about going to the men's room and jerking off. As much as I wanted to get relief, I held back because I didn't want my life reduced to sneaking jerk off sessions in public bathrooms. Besides, there would be no way I could hide my loss of response and emptiness in my balls, and now that I was thinking rationally, it didn't pay to possibly ruin my marriage by breaching that damn contract with Laurie. I worked through lunch, and went out about 2:30 pm to pick up a quick sandwich. As I was walking down the street, I noticed Laurie, Valerie, and Tiffany emerging from a restaurant across the street and heading back to the office. They were talking as they walked, and frequently laughed uproariously at some apparently very funny subject of their conversation. What was Laurie doing in this part of town, and why was Tiffany with the other two? It seemed rather odd. When I got back to the office, I met Valerie and Laurie in the lobby as Laurie was leaving. The ladies took one look at me and bent over with laughter. Laurie, with tears of laughter in her eyes, greeted me with, "Oh, hello, darling! We were just talking about you!" More peals of laughter came from both women. "Valerie tells me she's working you HARD!" At that, both ladies laughed hilariously and wiped more tears from their eyes. Laurie then leaned in, kissed me briefly, and whispered, "I've got some news. I'm going to Vegas on Saturday for a week to a divorce attorney convention to accept an award for our firm. Let's go out to dinner tonight to celebrate." With that, she got onto the elevator, waved goodbye, and was gone. Her breath smelled of too much white wine, but I didn't care. If I could hold out until Saturday, I could masturbate all I wanted for a week, or least for part of it, and relieve my desperate need to cum that nagged like a bad case of poison ivy. Saturday? I could hold out that long. No problem. I spent the rest of the afternoon in anticipatory bliss. Just as she did on Monday afternoon, Tiffany came into my office just when I was about to leave and closed the door. She was wearing another skimpy top that accentuated her magnificent breasts, and she wore a short skirt. She came right over to my desk and said, "Mike, I need some help again. You will help me, won't you?" Oh, God, what was I to do? "Whatever it takes, right? Mike, you know you don't really have a choice here." She took off her top, came over to my chair, and straddled my lap with her thighs. Her stiff nipples protruded from her perfect tits, and brushed my lips. "Suck and rub them," she commanded. "Yes, yes, just like that", she cooed. After a bit, she disengaged and slid back a few inches. She then unzipped my zipper and fished out my now -- guess what? -- hard cock. "Ooooh, I've been dreaming about this little man all week. I just had to meet him in person!" she giggled. Then she hiked her dress up and revealed that she had no panties on underneath. She then scooted forward and started rubbing her clit up and down over my stiff cock, which was wedged between her and my stomach. Her perfume, the scent of her sex, the heat of her body, and her soft moans all contributed to an overwhelming urge inside me. I soon found myself hurtling towards an orgasm.