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Handjob Ch. 02

By: CuckoldGuy



The events in this story happened at a time when there were no Sexual Harassment Laws. It was a time when I didn't know that I was a cuckold or what my wife was doing to me.

My wife and I were married only a year and a half when this event took place. One afternoon we were at a barbeque when I saw one of our friends feeling up my wife's ass. His name was Phil and he was a close friend of my wife's manager. They didn't think that anyone could see what he was doing.

My wife was wearing a light summer sundress and he was rubbing his hand all around my wife's buttocks. What made me angry and jealous was that my wife was enjoying it. Even backing into him as she used her body to conceal from the other guests what he was doing. 

I was furious. I wanted to storm up to him and punch his lights out. Break his nose, blacken his eyes, knock out his teeth, disfigure his pretty boy looks and let his wife know what he was doing but I stood there frozen, unable to move. Passively watching as he gave my wife pleasure and for some unknown reason, I didn't want to interrupt them. What was wrong with me?

I stood there passively watching them until Phil's wife came over to them and they broke apart.

After the party, we drove home and I said nothing, I was so angry. I had this sick feeling in my stomach, knowing that he was going to fuck my wife. I had watched them have their foreplay, now all they needed was to set the time and place. 

When we got home, my wife asked, "What's gotten into you? You're so quiet."

I told her what I witnessed and how angry I was. I guess I started talking loud and cursing her and Phil. She replied, "Oh honey, please, please calm down. We can talk. You're so ugly when you're angry."

"Well, I'm pissed! I'm not going to have a wife that runs around! I won't stand for it! If I ever see him touch you again, I'm going to punch his lights out and I don't care where we are!"

She went on in her soft voice, "Please Honey? No one is running around. Calm down. Keep things in perspective. Phil was only playing around. He meant nothing by it. If you saw Phil touching me, why didn't you stop him?"

"I don't know. Maybe I didn't want to make a scene."

She continued, "Well that's why I didn't stop him. I didn't want to create a scene especially in front of his wife."

She pressed her body up against mine and she began fumbling with my belt buckle, frantically trying to get my pants down, saying in a soft sensual tone, "I just want to feel your little peter. Let me pull your zipper down. Ahh that's it. I just want to hold it in my hand. I always feel so safe when I'm holding it."

She began to lightly stroke it saying, "Here. Sit on the couch with me. Let me stroke you. That's it. Push your pants all the way down. Oh that's it. Now I have all of you in my hand. I love stroking you."

By now I had an erection and I asked, "Can I put it in you."

In her soft sexual tone, "Not today baby. Maybe tomorrow."

The wife of a cuckold is always in command of her sexuality. She dictates when and how her cuckold will have sexual gratification, if he gets it at all. She never gives her cuckold oral sex even though he is expected to give her oral whenever she wants it.

When she was single and dating boys, she always gave them oral. She knows that she's very good at it. Then she dated the one boy who she knew would become her cuckold. She knew that this would be her special boy so she never gave me oral.

As usual she refused to have intercourse with me so I asked, "Will you suck it for me?"

In her sensual, sexual tone she replied, "Oh baby. You know I don't do that. I'm not that kind of a girl. Just lie back and let me stroke you. That's it. Stretch out and I'll kneel here on the floor."

I was lying on my back, my t shirt pulled up away from my genitals and my pants down around my ankles binding my feet together. She was kneeling on the floor at my genitals. She cupped her hand and brought it up to her mouth and filled it with her saliva. Then I felt the warm slickness of her hand as she engulf my cock and began her stroking.

My wife can make my masturbation sessions last a very long time or a very short time depending upon her intentions. She will make it a long session if she's interrogating me or if she wants to dispel my suspicions of her infidelity. 

If she feels that I'm becoming too aggressive or trying to regain my male dominance, she will very quickly masturbate me into submission. It's all in the rhythm of her stroking.

She continued stroking me and whispering in my ear, "There baby. Close your eyes and pretend I'm sucking you. Pretend that your penis is in my mouth. You know that Phil means nothing to me."

I went on, "I see the way he lusts after your breasts." 

"Oh baby can you blame him. His wife is a skinny rail. She has no curves and she's flat chested. So he patted my ass. Don't get so upset with me. Lots of men pat my ass."

She continued her slow stroking. Making her hand feel like it was her mouth. She brought her hand up to her mouth and filled it with more saliva. Continuing her stroking she whispered, "Keep your eyes closed and imagine that I'm sucking it and it's all the way down my throat. Relax baby. Rest."

I lay there enjoying the sensations of her hand and I asked, "You said lots of men pat your ass. Who?"

"Oh lots of men. It doesn't mean anything baby. There's a Mr. Seagal. He's a very wealthy investor and he's on the company's board of directors. When he comes into the office all the girls run and sit down. They don't want to give him the opportunity to feel their behinds."

Her hand was having it's intended effect on me. I could feel I was getting close to climax. I began to squirm and my body started shaking. I asked, "Do you run and sit too?"

In her soft sexual voice she whispered, "No, I don't. He's a harmless old man so I stand still and let him get all of his feels in."

When she said those words, I began ejaculating. When she knows that I'm on the verge of ejaculating, she speeds up the rhythm of her stroking. This causes my penis to become extremely sensitive so the ejaculations are very strong. 

Unlike fucking, I have no control over the intense sensations. As I begin ejaculating, my legs kick uncontrollably, my body jerks and shakes, my hips thrust up into the air, I gasp, cry out and moan to the violent eruptions, one after another as my semen bursts out of me, filling her hands. All the while she is saying, "Cum my baby. Get all of that anger and aggression out of you. Cum some more."

After my violent climax, my body relaxes with diminishing shudders as she milks the last drops of semen from my balls. She knows that my aggression and suspicions have been eliminated or reduced because of her milking. The conflict is over. I settle back down as she slows her stroking of my now deflating penis.

I have to beg her to stop as my penis is now too sensitive. I don't know why but whenever I climax in her hands, I'm always overwhelmed with feelings of remorse, shame, humiliation and emasculation. I open my eyes and she looks at me with her hands covered in my semen. I ask her, "Is Mr. Seagal the only one who gropes you?"

She nods her head, "No."

I ask, "There are others?"

She nods her head, "Yes."

I ask, "Who?"

She replies, "They all do. That's why I got that big bonus?"

Handjob Ch. 03



This event happened after I was only married a year. I was young, naive and didn't know that my wife had made me her cuckold or maybe I didn't want to acknowledge it.

It was a Friday night and my wife always had to work late on these nights. She would go out to dinner with the people she worked with and then they would all return back to work.

Later that night we were getting ready for bed and my wife was taking off her bra when I noticed a bruise on her breast, right next to her nipple. Pointing to it I said, "What's that? It looks like a hickey!"

She was startled. She didn't know it was there and her face flushed with guilt. She recovered quickly, saying, "It's from my bra strap."

"No! It's a hickey."

Getting a little annoyed she continued, "I said it's from my bra strap. Stop trying to make something out of it."

By now we were both nude and we got into bed. She snuggled up to me and began to fondle my penis saying, "I love how your little peter responds to my touch."

I got an erection and I asked, "Why do you always call it little? I'm average size."

She responded, "No you're not average. It's small." 

"How do you know? Do you have something to compare it to? I asked."

"No! The married women at work talk about their husbands and they are all nine and ten inches long so they say."

"I think they exaggerate but what I want to know is how did you get that hickey?"

By now she was lightly stroking my erection as she said, "Here, let me use some vaseline and make it nice and slippery for you."

I protested, "No, no. Let me put it in you."

In her sultry voice she replied, "No, no! I'm too tired but tomorrow night I'll take a shower and then you can lick me. Would you like that?"

"Yes."

"Tonight just let me stroke you."

I didn't know it at the time but I was her cuckold and as such I had very limited access to her vagina. She never wanted to have sexual intercourse with me. She only wanted me to provide and care for her and worship her pussy like a good cuckold.

She began smoothing the cool jelly on my member saying, "Just lie back and let my hand work it's magic. Doesn't this feel pleasurable?"

I had no resistance to her, I was always so anxious to have her take me in her hand, I replied, "Yes it does but how did you get that hickey?"

She went on, "You're not going to drop this are you?"

"No." I answered, "You never allow me to fuck you so I think you're sleeping around."

She went on, "Baby, I'm sorry but I'm always too tired for intercourse. It's always so much more pleasurable to lie naked along side of you like this and stroke you."

When my wife masturbates me she starts by clutching her hand above the head of my cock and very slowly and firmly slides her hand downward over the head and on down the shaft, squeezing it firmly to maximize the pleasurable sensations she's giving me.

When her hand reaches the base of my shaft, she releases the pressure of her hand and quickly slides her hand back up over the head where she reapplies her firm grip and begins her slow downward stroke over the head and down along the shaft.

With each down stroke she whispers in my ear her intentions by timing her strokes to the length of her sentence so that she reaches the base of my shaft at the same time she ends her sentence. It goes something like this:

She begins sliding her hand down over the head of my cock saying, "I told you it was from my bra strap. Why don't you believe me?"

Her hand is now at the base of my erection. She quickly slides her hand back up to the head and begins her firm downward stroke saying, "Do you think I'm sleeping around? Is that what you're accusing me of? Is that it?"

She brings her hand back up to the head of my cock and she pauses waiting for my reply. "No! I don't but I know that Warren is fucking you. I just know it."

She begins her slow downward stroke whispering, "Warren is my manager, nothing more but if you want to think of him as fucking me then you can."

She brings her hand back up and begins another down stroke saying, "You don't have any proof now do you?"

Before she begins another down stroke, she waits for my answer. Meekly I answer, "No."

She strokes down whispering, "Baby, if you have no proof then you must not say that."

She had a firm hold on my erection as she slowly stroked it, whispering, "You can think of Warren fucking me all you want but you must not ever say anything."

She slid her hand back up to the head and as her hand began pressing downward she said, "You must never speak of it. Always remain silent like a good trusting husband."

She did not want me to acknowledge that her boss was fucking her. If I would remain silent and not speak of it then we both could keep our self respect, our pride and dignity but I lost all of those attributes when she cuckold me.

She began to increase the rhythm of her stroking and my body responded by shaking uncontrollably. I cried out, "I'm going to cum!"

When she knows I'm about to ejaculate she cups her hand over the head of my cock and she massages just the head. This prevents me from shooting my semen all over the bed clothes and the warm sperm intensifies the sensations of her stroking hand.

As I'm ejaculating I hear her soft sensual voice, "Cum my baby. Cum for me. I'm a good wife. You love how I make you cum... That's it!! Cum for me... Easy babe... easy. Try not to thrash about so much. That's it. Cum some more... Now it's all out of you and you can now be at peace... Rest my baby... Be calm and rest...Now kiss me."

We kissed but I felt so ashamed so I said, "I'm sorry. I came but I didn't do anything for you. I didn't make you cum. I didn't gratify you. I feel so inadequate."

Wiping her hands with a hand towel she replied, "That's alright baby. I get a lot of gratification knowing that I took care of you. I love how your little penis grows big and hard when I fondle it. How it spurts in my hand and then you get so restive and peaceful while your penis shrinks back to its little boy size. Now close your eyes and don't think about anything. Just sleep my love."

The next morning she was getting dressed, putting on her bra and she saw me looking at her hickey. By now it was very pronounced and I got these feelings of humiliation as I realized that another man had marked his property. I was about to say something when she put her finger tip onto my lips to remind me to remain silent and I did. She made me feel like I had become a silent witness to her infidelities.



Handjob Ch. 04



This event happened in the third year of my marriage. I was twenty-three years old and I was struggling with the humiliation and shame of knowing that I was a cuckold.

I should never have married the girl but I did and I loved her unconditionally. I could not leave her and she knew it so she took advantage of my love.

She never wanted to have sexual intercourse with me. One night in the second year of our marriage I insisted that we have intercourse. She made me feel like I was a selfish, oversexed pervert and when we did have relations she made it so unpleasant that I never tried to initiate sex with her again. She preferred to masturbate me at her discretion.

Married men my age kept an ample supply of condoms in their night stand. My night stand contained a jar of vaseoline and a supply of hand towels. 

But let me get to my story.

It was a week day night and we were settling in to watch a little TV before retiring for the night. I was in my pajamas, sitting in an easy chair when my wife came into the living room. She was in her pajamas after having just taken her shower.

She sat on the sofa as she was applying moisturizer to her face and hands. When she finished she placed the lotion on the coffee table in front of her. Then patting the cushion next to her she said in a sensual tone, "Honey, why don't you come over here and sit next to me?"

I moved over to her and put my arm around her as I sat. Reaching into my pajama she began to fondle my penis. Whenever she gets a sensual tone in her voice I always get an erection. I hate myself for being so gullible and pliable in her hands. She began to very lightly stroke it saying, "Your day went well?"

I replied, "Yeah. It was uneventful."

She continued, "Uneventful is good. What did you do after work?"

"I came home, took a shower,you know."

She went on, "You usually stop at the diner to have a cup of coffee with your friends?"

"Yeah I do but today I came straight home."

She continued her probe, "So you didn't see any of the guys today?" 

"No I didn't. Why do you ask?"

In her soft sexual voice, "Oh I know that you like to be around those men, I don't know why. They're all so crude"

"Yeah, I know. How was your day?"

In her sensual tone, "My day was interesting. Let me put some of this lotion on your peter and I'll tell you about it. Why don't you take these bottoms off. That's it, just slip them down and off. Now lie across my lap. I'll put this cushion here for your back and this throw pillow for your head like this. Now just put your butt in my lap and lie back. That's it. Are you comfortable?"

"Yes. Now I am."

She usually gives me a hand job when we get into bed but tonight it seemed like she was going through a lot of gyrations just to set me up to masturbate me.

I was now lying across her lap so that she had my erection in her hands and she began applying the lotion. 

She began stroking me as she continued talking, "This morning we finished the Capital project so Warren said he wanted to take me out for lunch as a celebration. He took me to the Fireside Inn."

I asked, "Oh, what did you have?"

Slowly stroking me she replied, "I had the tuna sandwich with a glass of wine. After lunch, we drove back to work. Warren parked in the parking garage. After he turned off the engine, I thanked him for the lunch and he told me what a great job I did and with that he put his arm around me and kissed me. It was just a quick little innocent peck."

She stopped to put more lotion in her hand and then she continued stroking me saying, "Here's the thing, I was getting out of the car and your friend Mel was standing there. He saw Warren kiss me and I'm sure he's going to say something to you. When he does, I want you to be able to tell him that you already know. That your wife told you all about it." 

She was stroking me very slowly pacing her words to her strokes as she continued. "It was creepy seeing him just standing there watching me. Is he your spy?"

I was surprised by her question and I answered, "No. No. I would never do anything like that. Honest."

She seemed content with my answer as she said, "I don't think you would ever stoop that low and besides, I know that you trust me."

She didn't get a reply from me so she asked again. "You do trust me. Don't you?"

I didn't trust her but I didn't want to say anything that would interrupt her pleasuring hand, I answered, "Yes. I do."

A smile of satisfaction crossed her face as she nodded her head "Yes" and saying, "Good boy."

She had accomplished what she set out to do, to minimize the impact of what she knew, Mel would tell me. It was also another opportunity to reaffirm her dominance over me by keeping me passive and submissive.

It was now time for her to end this masturbation session. She picked up the pace of her stroking and with her free hand she lifted up her pajama top exposing her breast. Leaning over my face she said, "Here! Suck my tit. Suck the nipple. Suck it. That's it baby, suck it."

I cupped the soft globe in both my hands and began sucking on the nipple. As she was stroking me she put her mouth over my ear and licked it and then pushed her tongue into it. My body began to shake uncontrollably. With her mouth against my ear she whispered, "Suck my tit. Pretend that it's a cock. Suck it like you would a cock. Get it all the way into your mouth. That's it baby, suck that cock. I always knew you were a cock sucker."

I began ejaculating as she continued whispering, "Oh yes! Fill my hand with your hot, gooey cum. Give me another shot. Shoot some more. Oh, it's so hot and slippery. Give me some more. I want to get it all."

After I finished ejaculating, she went back to stroking it very slowly as it deflated in her hand. Then it became too sensitive and I had to beg her to stop. She slid her hand down to my balls and cupped them as if to weigh them saying, "We still have a lot of cum in these. I'm going to have to work on them."

Reaching down she picked up my pajama bottoms and wiped her hand clean. Then handing them to me so I could clean my genitals. After I did she said, "Oh baby, you're too heavy on me."

I got up off of her saying, "I'm going to get a clean pair of bottoms."

She replied, "Why don't you stay the way you are? I like you this way. You remind me of a little boy standing there with just your top on and your little penis sticking out."

A couple of days later I met Mel. We said nothing about my wife. I should have asked him about what he saw but I was afraid of what he would tell me. I knew that he and our friends now knew that my wife was unfaithful. Whenever I came into their company they would get all quite. They didn't know what to say. When I left the room then they would laugh and start talking. They lost respect for me and because of my shame and humiliation I could no longer be around them.

It would be many years later that I found out that Mel had watched my wife giving her boss a blow job.



Handjob Ch. 06



This true event happened before I was married. I want to attempt to write this story in the form of a movie script.

Scene one: At night, in my car, parked on a lovers lane.

She: "Jack, why are you parking here? I thought we were going to the movies."

Me: "Marie, we need to talk."

She: "What about?"

Me: "I think it's best if we end this engagement and call off the wedding."

She: "You can't do this. Our wedding is four months away. We have been planning this for over a year. I thought we loved each other and now you want to end it? Why?"

Me: "It will give you the opportunity to pursue other more interesting guys like your new manager. All during dinner tonight, you went on and on talking about your new boss. Telling your mom and dad about how smart he is, how handsome and personable he is. That he's a young, single college graduate that comes from a family of money."

She: "Well maybe I did talk about him too much but I'm just excited about my new job. Warren doesn't mean anything to me. He has all kinds of girlfriends and they're all college graduates. He wouldn't want anything to do with me. I'm just his secretary."

Me: "Tonight you gushed all over him and your parents looked at me a few times and I could tell what they were thinking, that my days are numbered and I can't blame them or you for that matter. I'm a high school drop out. What do I have to offer you? I had no business proposing to you. No! We have to end it."

She: "You have a lot to offer me. You're handsome and intelligent so you quit school. When we got engaged my grandfather gave you a good paying job in his company. He loves you and my parents love you. They have been so excited about this wedding. It would kill them if we called it off, besides, they have put down thousands of dollars for the reception. That's money they can't get refunded. They would be so embarrassed and devastated. No! I can't let you do this. Not to them, not to me." 

Me: "Look! Tonight, the way you were fawning over your new boss, I think they would understand. They probably expect it."

She: "If you want me to quit this job then I will. You mean more to me than the job."

Me: "That won't work. You'll just resent me for denying you a job that you love."

She: "I'll get another job."

Me: "What are you doing?"

She: "I'm trying to open your pants. I just want to hold your penis."

Me: "Here, let me help you."

She: "Oh, that's better. I love the feel of the silky head, so soft and yet so firm as it grows so hard in my hand."

She began to lightly stroke it.

She: "Last June when I graduated high school, Mr. Grant interviewed me for the secretarial job. He was impressed with my short hand and typing."

Me: "Mister Grant is the president and CEO. He interviewed you?"

She: "Yes, he did for almost two hours. After the interview, he told me that he really didn't have a place for me but he offered me a job in the secretarial pool. It was minimum wage and if something opened up he would consider me for the position. Here, let me put some saliva in my hand."

Me: "Why don't you suck it?"

She: "I can't do that. After we're married I'll be able to work up to it and then I'll have a lot of time to practice."

As she filled her palm with saliva I slipped my pants down to my knees to give her more access to my genitals. 

She: "Mr. Grant formed a new department and he hired Warren to manage it. He picked me to be Warren's personal secretary and with that, I got a big increase in salary. I've only been working there seven months and I'm now an executive secretary with my own office. Don't you think that's something to be proud of? Most women it takes them over ten years to accomplish that and I did it in seven months. You have to be proud of me."

Me: "I am proud of you. Oh God that feels so good. The feel of your warm slick hand on my penis is incredible. God you know how to masturbate me. Your hand is wonderful, it's magical. I love you."

She: "If you love me as much as you say you do then you would want to see me happy?"

Me: "I'm going to cum."

She: "I know. Don't you want to see me happy?" 

Me: "Oh, please don't stop. Not now. Oh please."

She: "Don't you want me to be happy?"

Me: "Oh please, don't leave me hanging like this move your hand. Stroke it, please."

She: "Say that you want me to be happy. Just say it."

Me: "I want you to be happy! Oh God! I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming so much. Oh!"

She: "Stop! You're kicking and thrashing about."

Me: "I can't help it. Oh!"

After my ejaculations stopped, she continued stroking me.

She: "Calm down. Easy. Why are your ejaculations so violent?"

Me: "I'm feeling a lot of anxiety about your new boss and job. Oh please stop stroking me. It's too sensitive now."

She: "I just want to get it all out of you. You shouldn't have any anxiety about my new boss. Nothing is going to happen between us. I'm just his secretary. He doesn't want anything to do with me in a sexual way."

Me: "But what if he did? What if he wanted to fuck you? Would you let him?"

She: Looking at me for a long time, she was contemplating my question.

Me: "Well, would you?"

She: Nodded her head "Yes" and then in a very low voice, "I'm sorry. But it's never going to happen so don't even think about it. Now kiss me."

We kissed.

She: "I find it amazing how I can get your penis so hard and it becomes so demanding. Then I work on it till it squirts and then it shrinks back to a harmless little boy penis. It's so cute and I'm in complete possession of it."

Me: "Yes, you are."

She: "Listen boy, you have a good paying job, a family that loves you and a woman who takes care of your little peter so don't throw it all away."

Me: "I won't."

She: "It looks like it's too late for the movies, why don't we clean up here and then you can take me to the mall. I need you to help me pick out some new outfits for work."

Me: "Okay."

Four months later we were married and a year after that she made me her cuckold.



Handjob Ch. 07



Scene 2. My fiancee's home. It had been raining all day but now at eleven o'clock at night it's drizzling. My fiancee is expecting me. She has been standing inside by the front door and as I pull into the driveway she opens it. She's wearing a short, sheer negligee with nothing on underneath.

She: In a whisper. "Quiet! My parents are asleep. Come in. It's so cold and wet out there. How did your work go tonight?"

Me: Just seeing her gives me an erection. Taking her in my arms and cupping her firm buttocks in my hands. "It was very quiet tonight. One more month and I'll be finished with this part time job."

She: "I can't wait. Kiss me."

Me: Caressing her in my arms, I can feel her naked, voluptuous body through the thin material and I know that she can feel my erection pressing into her as our tongues dance together. "I haven't been with you in a few days. You smell wonderful."

She: "I just took my shower. Come into the back room." And as she passes into the light of the lamp it glows through the translucent material of her gown making her appear nude. Her nipples are hard and pointing up. 

She: "Do you want a coffee or a drink?"

Me: Sitting on the couch, "No. I just want you."

She: Cuddling next to me. We continue kissing and caressing. "Baby, I've been randy for you all day today." She takes my hand and places it on her vagina.

Me: She is so hot and so wet. I begin fingering her and finger fucking her. "I've been missing you too."

She: Kissing my neck and nibbling at my ear, she breathlessly whispers, "Lay on me. Lay on me and put it in me."

Me: "No, I can't. Not until we're married."

She: "Ohoo."

Me: "It goes against my religion, to do it and not be married."

She: "I'm religious too but I'm not letting my religion enslave me like you're letting it do to you. I'm a woman and I have basic human needs. What you're doing to me is unnatural. I'm living in a constant state of being horny. I have to be fucked." 

Me: "Just two more months and we'll be married." 

She: "Don't know if I can wait. Lick me. Get down on your knees and lick me. Let me feel your mouth on my pussy."

Me: Slipping off the couch, I go to my knees and bury my face between her opened thighs. The aroma and taste of her sex is overpowering.

She: "Oh that's it. Let me feel your tongue all the way up into me. Lick it boy. Suck on my clitoris. You know how I like it. Get all my juices. Oh yes. Lapp it up. Lapp it up boy! Don't stop."

She: Clutching my hair in both her hands, she pulls my face into her pussy and grinds her pussy into my mouth while she growls like a wild animal. She locks my head between her thighs in a vise like hold, squeezing my head so tight that I feel like she's going to crush it. I try to catch my breath. I've never experienced her in such a high state of sexual arousal. She was acting like a wild animal and then she moans, "I'm going to cum" and she has her first orgasm.

She: Panting, she settles back into the couch. Looking down at me saying, Lie on the floor, on your back."

Me: I comply and she kneels beside my face saying, "Now I'm going to straddle your mouth. If you won't fuck me with your dick then you're gonna fuck me with your tongue."

She: Straddles my face and grinds her pussy onto my mouth, saying, "Fuck my pussy with your tongue. Let me feel it all the way in."

Me: I obey her command and push my tongue up into her vagina as far as I can get it and I begin fucking her with my tongue. 

She: "That's it boy. Fuck me with that tongue. Let me feel it. Lick it. Oh yes, I'm cumming." After two more orgasms, she settles down and climbs off of me. Seeing my face all wet from her juices, she says, "Wait. I'll get you a towel."

She returns back to the room with a towel and her purse. Handing me the towel, I begin drying my face. 

She: "You know we should be fucking but you want to wait till we're married. It's just not natural for you to treat me this way."

Me: "I know. It's a religious thing. In two months we will be married. Then we can fuck like rabbits."

She: "Like I said before, I don't know if I can wait that long."

Me: "It's just this new job of yours. I'm having a hard time dealing with all of this. You working so close with Warren. The both of you alone all day behind closed doors. Is he the reason for your arousal?"

She: Looking through her purse, she ignores my question.

Me: "What are you looking for?"

She: "I have some hand lotion somewhere in this purse. Oh here it is. I carry it specifically for you. Now I want you to lie on the couch and open your pants for me. Go ahead, just lie back and open them."

Me: "Oh, alright. Just let me get this snap undone. There!"

She: Whenever my genitals are exposed to her, her tone of voice becomes very soft and sensual. "That's it. Just push them down to your knees while I smooth this lotion on your peter. Feels good doesn't it?"

Me: "Yes. It feels wonderful."

She: "You haven't cum in a few days and I can always tell when you haven't cum in a while. It starts to build up in you. You get so jealous and suspicious of me. Then you start imagining other men fucking me or wanting to fuck me. Don't you?"

Me: "Yes, I do. I just don't like you working so close to another man all day long. Today I was thinking about when you were working in the secretarial pool. There were two other women working with you. They are older, more experienced and they have been working there longer than you."

She: Slowly stroking me. "What about them?"

Me: "When Grant picked you to be Warren's secretary, he picked you because you are the sexiest girl in the building. He wants you to be a perk for his new manager."

She: "I know that and I'm not going to disappoint him."

Me: "So you knew that?"

She: "Yes. When Mister Grant offered me this job he asked me if I would have any problem being Warren's executive secretary. He said that the job will be tending to Warren's every need, no matter what that need may be and I should fulfill those needs discreetly and without question. I told him that I will do it."

Me: "That's what I don't like about this job. What if his needs are sexual? What if he asked you to give him a hand job? Would you do it?"

She: "What do you think?"

Me: "I'm sorry I asked."

She: "Don't be. I felt your cock start throbbing at my reply. Are you about to cum?"

Me: "No, not yet. You could use a little more lotion on it."

She: "Yes. I have it here."

Me: "I love when you masturbate me"

She: "Now I'm going to stroke you really slow. I don't want you to cum too soon. I'm going to stroke you just enough to keep you hard and not enough that you should cum. If you feel like you're going to cum, tell me and we can pause until the feeling passes."

Me: "Oh God, your hand feels so good."

She: "Before, when you were licking me, I blamed you for us not fucking and that was wrong of me. I'm grateful that we decided to wait until we're married. This past year I've learned a great deal about you, just by holding your penis in my hand while talking with you."

Me: "What have you learned?"

She: "I've learned that whenever I talk about Warren, your peter gets very hard and hot. Don't you think that's odd? I mean that I would think by talking about another man, especially Warren your erection would go soft and you would become angry but with you, you seem to become aroused."

Me: "I don't become aroused."

She: "Oh yes you do. Your erection gets so hot and hard. It gives you away, every time. Your reactions are puzzling. I think that I may want to reconsider your masculinity."

Me: "I love only you."

She: "You know that when I'm stroking you like this, you can tell me anything that's on your mind. I wouldn't judge you. You know that you can trust me. You can tell me your deepest secrets and I would never reveal them to anyone. Now I want you to relax. Close your eyes and feel the sensations of my hand."

Me: "I love your hand."

She: "Rest. Now tell me. Do you ever think about having sex with a man?"

Me: "Sometimes."

She: "How often?"

Me: "I don't know. Maybe once or twice a month."

She: "Is there any one man in particular?"

Me: "No. They seem to be faceless. I've never told anyone this but I have homosexual tendencies. I've never acted on them. Oh God, I love how you stroke me." 

She: "I know you do. These tendencies of yours would explain a lot to me. Now I know why that after two years of dating, you have never made an attempt to have intercourse with me."

Me: "I just feel it's not right to do it and not be married."

She: "Plus you're afraid I'll get pregnant."

Me: "Yeah, that two." 

She: "Well you see, I don't have any tendencies so it's very difficult for me to go without sex. I take care of you all the time but you never offer to take care of me."

Me: "I'm sorry I didn't realize. You should tell me."

She: "Things like that I shouldn't have to tell you. You should know. Many times over these past two years I've wanted you to take my virginity. I wanted it and I was ready for it but you're always content to cum in my hand."

Me: "I think this job is changing you. I mean it's changing our relationship."

She: "How do you mean?"

Me: "You use to be my girl and you took your lead from me but lately you seem to be the leader in our relationship."

She: "You know that Warren is taller than you, maybe by two inches and he's more muscular than you. He has a college degree and he's four years older than you. That makes him more mature than you. Does he make you feel inferior."

Me: "Yes. Very much so."

She: "Well you are inferior. He is all the man you wish you could be. In comparison to him you're like a little boy. My little submissive boy and that's why you're so jealous of him."

Me: "I know that. Why are you being so cruel to me?"

She: "I have my reasons. Today I offered myself to him and he rejected me. I even offered to let him take my cherry. You would have lost out on that but he rejected that too. My words may be cruel but your penis is responding so positively. Isn't it?"

Me: "Yes it is. I can't help it. When you talk like this, it arouses me."

She: "I know it does."

Me: "I'm sorry that he rejected you but I'm grateful that he did. I don't see why he would ever reject you." 

She: "Oh I can see why. He wants me. I can see it in his eyes but right now he just started a new job. I'm single and he sees me as a threat but once I'm married than I'll be safe. I'll be fair game. I think that he's waiting for you to marry me. Then he will take me in anyway he wants. Don't worry, I'll be discrete. I love you and I would never want to hurt you so I'll keep it from you. You will never know."

Me: "Why are you telling me all this?"

She: "Because I'm frustrated. I have two significant men in my life and neither one will give me what I need. When I'm masturbating you, I can say anything to you that I want and I enjoy feeling your dick pulsating in my hand. When I talk to you like this your dick gets so hard and it drools cum like crazy. Doesn't it? Look at it."

Me: "Yes. You get me so aroused. I can't help it." 

She: "It excites you to think of my manager fucking me. Doesn't it?"

Me: "No, no. I don't want him fucking you."

She: "Your mouth tells me one thing but your dick tells me something else. You know that you want Warren to fuck me don't you."

Me: "I don't know. I'm so confused."

She: "Well I'm not confused. I know what you want and what I need. Remember what I said, when he fucks me I'll keep it from you. You will never know when he does it."

Me: "No. I want to know all about it."

She: "I see. Would that be your way of having sex with a man by using me? I won't do that. You have a beautiful cock. It's a shame that you don't use it."

Me: "Oh, I'm going to cum!"

She: "Cum my baby. Get all of that jealousy out of you. Cum in my hand like you always do." 

Me: "I'm sorry!"

She: "Don't be. I'm use to it. Oh you have so much in you. You just keep cumming and cumming. That's it. Get it all out."

Me: "Oh, I've cum so much."

She: "I'll say you have. Here's the towel to clean up your little penis. This penis tells me all I need to know about you doesn't it?"

Me: "I'm sorry."

She: "That you came in my hand? Don't think about it. It's getting late and we both have to get up for work tomorrow. Maybe you should be going."

Me: "Yes. I'm getting ready."

She: "How do you like this nightie I have on?"

Me: "It's very sexy."

She: "Well I hope you enjoyed it because you're not going to see me in it again until we're married." We walked to the door."

At the door we had a long passionate kiss and then she whispered. "Tonight I offered my cherry to you and you refused it. So now your going to have to wait until we're married, unless."

Me: "What do you mean, unless?"

She: "Unless someone else takes it before you."

Me: "Now you're being cruel."

She: "I'm being cruel? I just want to leave you with something to think about. Tonight you rejected me, so remember, hell hath no furry like a woman scorned."

Me: "Forgive me. I love you and I'll see you Friday night."

She: "Love you too."